Outside the north gate of Shengjing is a vast plain. There is a wide official road with stones embedded on the plain. Although it was covered by snow at this time, you can still see some marks from a distance, winding and long, as if to the end of the world.

The clouds and mist were shrouded in mist, and there were several peaks and mountains vaguely visible. It was not a beautiful view, but it would also give a sense of openness.

Few people in Shengjing know the names of the mountains in the north, so naturally no one knows how far those mountains are from Shengjing, but they probably won't be too close.

The barefoot monk stood in the deep pit of the earth with cracks spraying flames and raised his hand and a huge palm print appeared in the distant mountain. How could such a power not make people shudder?

As the enemy of the barefoot monk, the seven orifices of the Mongolian Han Baku were smoking, and the burning leather armor was red, but there was magma flowing in the cracks.

However, Menghan Baku, who looked very hot, had a cold sweat at this time. He knew that if he hadn't flashed out in time, the consequences of the slap of this palm on him.

So he said incredibly: "Everything is close to a god?"

The barefoot monk whispered to the number: "Six."

Meng Hanbaku smiled bitterly, while the old sect leader not far behind him showed an incredible look.

Although the attack of Mongolian and Hanbaku seems to be unparalleled, it is because it can be seen clearly here. If you look at the mountain with palm prints in the distance, the picture will probably be even more shocking.

Therefore, Menghan Baku asked the question just now because he asked himself that he could not do it, and what he could do should be beyond his current level.

The reason why the old man in charge felt incredible was that he had always believed that he was the closest person to the realm of heaven and man. He had touched the mystery twice, but he was like a barefoot monk and had not reached the top, but the barefoot monk had been there six times!

The barefoot monk obviously would not lie, and this palm also proved his strength, which made Mongolian Hanbaku and the old man in charge feel a little heavy.

At this time, Tang Yinlong took a deep breath on the northern city wall. It seemed that he had only fought twice just now, and he was so nervous that he could not breathe until both sides stood still.

Wen Qinglan pinched his big hand with both hands, as if she wanted to transmit some warm power to him. However, he had never seen the top cultivators in the world confront him. Seeing the scene like a miracle in front of him, his face turned pale and his hands and feet were cold.

There are many people who have never seen such a showdown. I believe that most of the elites of the prosperous Tang Dynasty who stood on the city walls had never seen such a scene besides the Four Kings.

Zhang Xiaodao had seen it because she had seen Li Zizhi's Nine Heavens Sword on Dading Mountain.

It was also that sword that made him step into the threshold of cultivating his mind in a daze. When facing the three swordsmen of the Great Wilderness in Dading Mountain, the heart he achieved was a blade, but the state of almost self-hypnosis was really not as elegant as the hall.

But today, the words of the barefoot monk touched him. When he opened his eyes, he seemed to understand a word called "focus"

Wuhai’s unmoving determination requires strong concentration!

After his eyes shone brightly, Zhang Xiaodao looked at Pingyuan, feeling extremely grateful.

At this time, the barefoot monk stepped on the cracks on the ground where the flames were cracked and the flames burst out. He walked up step by step.

The cold wind blew into the pit, making his blood-red cassock robe sound. Wu Hai said softly: "Fire burns everything, just give it a slight chance to spread. It will ignite the world. Mongolian, Hanbaku, are you here to learn?"

Meng Hanbaku looked ashamed. He was indeed a little thoughtful in his heart because of the barefoot monk's strength.

But he knew that if it were thirty years ago, he would never have considered it, but in the past thirty years he endured too much, gave in too much, and lost too much spirit!

He had some habits to start thinking about how to avoid it, rather than speaking with his heart. This meant that he could not touch the realm of Taoist Heaven and Human, even if it didn't happen once!

Meng Hanbaku clasped his hands together and suddenly bowed, "Master, I've been taught."

The barefoot monk ignored the respect from the Lord of the Temple, turned around, faced the northern city wall, and raised his eyebrows angrily and shouted: "Where is the man in the prosperous Tang Dynasty!"

A thunderous sound swept across Shengjing City in an instant!

The man at the north city gate immediately raised his chest.

The young master who regretted not being able to witness this battle suddenly got goosebumps.

The old man who was sweeping the snow and looking at the north worriedly from time to time, he threw away the broom in his hand and took a deep breath.

The middle-aged men who were waiting nervously in the tavern, but were unintentional but made any living, stood up one after another, walked out of the tavern, and looked to the north.

The barefoot monk's roar echoed in Shengjing like a horn. After a brief mess, the men in Shengjing all looked to the north, then made their hands into a trumpet shape, hoarsely, and tried their best to shout: "Here!"

‘In.’ is just a word, but the voice comes from thousands of passionate men.

When the sound waves gathered in a place condensed in mid-air and gushed out from Shengjing City, the entire Shengjing City was completely ignited at this moment.

Zhang Xiaodao instantly felt that the arrow tower seemed to be about to be destroyed. His blood boiled with his brothers beside him roared: "Here!"

Wherever the sound passes, the cold wind stops in the plain, the broken snow falls to the ground, and the flames in the cracks in the deep pit suddenly extinguish!

The barefoot monk laughed wildly as he heard the sound of "Oh!" and shouted: "Good man!"

Tang Yinlong on the city wall stood up and remembered his childhood poor works!

Although he thought this was a clever work, "The Good Man" had already spread throughout every corner of the prosperous Tang Dynasty after he ascended the throne. As Tang Yinlong's only poem will be passed down forever!

No one in Shengjing City could not know this simple poem, and immediately shouted: "Sing with a sword!"

When the last word reached the ears of the barefoot monk, he came to the front of the Mongolian Hanbaku, raised his bald head and smashed it hard! It was extremely wild!

This time, Menghan Baku did not retreat. He suddenly pulled his palms and pulled out a belt of flames. The bald head attacked but fearlessly this flame magic power. He forced him directly to approach his chest.

Mongolian Hanbaku still refused to retreat, and his palm turned into a fist and suddenly hit the bald head.

A loud "bang" sound, accompanied by the constant explosion of energy swept across the plain, countless broken snow flew up, turning into a white Milky Way with bright stars!

Mongolian Hanbaku flew back and stood still.

The barefoot monk touched his bald head, his eyebrows were raised like an angry Buddha, and he roared again: "Good man!"

The sound came to Shengjing City again.

The whole city immediately shouted: "Being heroic and thrilling the clouds!"

The barefoot monk was going further, and the red cassock suddenly turned into a weak blood and turned into his body. Golden light shone from his body, and a huge phantom behind him emerged, filling the world.

This phantom is extremely vivid on the city wall. It stands tall and the eight-handed Buddha glares at the world!

The earth roared, the wind and clouds changed color. When the huge white lotus foot finally retracted back into the air, people could clearly see a huge pit, or footprints, on the plain with a radius of hundreds of miles, appeared!

The barefoot monk walked down angry and came to Tuoba, who was in a broken body, and shouted again: "Good man!"

The man in Shengjing shouted: "Be in front of the enemy's battle!"

Menghan Baku spewed out a mouthful of blood. Looking at the angry eyebrows of the barefoot monk, he remembered that when he was in Lingyin County, his child pretending to be his spit instead of blood, and he sprayed it very happily.

So he also squirted out, this time he was really him, and what he squirted out was really blood.

At this time, the city wall of Shengjing, which he had never stepped on in his life, was boiling, and the whole city began to drink loudly.

"Good man, sing with a sword!"

"Good man, be fearless!"

"A good man, he deserves to be worthy of heaven and earth!"

"Good man, be in front of the enemy's battle!"

Menghan Baku lay flat on the ground, squirting blood and shouting: "What a killer in front of the enemy!"

The city of Shengjing taught him a lesson, and the topic of the course was called "What is a good man"? (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!