‘Good man’

It's a life lesson!

In this class, Menghan Baku realized that he lost it was not unfair. Although he showed the courage that a man from the Great Wilderness should have in the final stage of the decisive battle, this courage has quietly disappeared for thirty years.

On the contrary, the barefoot monk, whether it was thirty years ago or thirty years later, he had never been afraid of anything, and had never considered and confused. He was the most fierce man in the world! The world was so cruel because he had been calm for thirty years!

The defeat to the barefoot monk was not beyond the expectations of Mongolian Hanbaku. He looked at the blue sky calmly and remembered a lot of past events.

When people get old, they always think of the past, and then fall into memory and get older.

He was waiting for the barefoot monk to take off his head, and he had no power to fight back!

The barefoot monk naturally wanted to take off the heads of Baku, the Mongolian Han. His methods to the enemy have always been so cruel. He has been doing this since he joined the Tang army, because he knew that the more cruel he was, the more stable the prosperous Tang Dynasty would be.

But the head he was about to remove was the Lord of the Great Wilderness Temple, so the barefoot monk said rarely: "After you die, leave your body and be buried with a grand funeral. Let's wait for the next day to see if your Great Wilderness can come to Shengjing to pay tribute to your soul!"

Menghan Baku nodded with satisfaction. It must have been the greatest respect the people of the Tang Dynasty for their enemies.

On the northern city wall of Shengjing, an expression of excitement that could no longer be suppressed appeared on everyone's face.

"Good Man" is a childhood memorable work by Tang Yinlong, but after these four sentences, how fierce it was to beat the temple master?

The feeling of blood gushing fills everyone's heart. The barefoot monk uses his style to tell the young elites of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and what is the spirit of the prosperous Tang Dynasty?

This lesson is not only for the Lord of the Temple, but also for the men of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

Zhang Xiaodao was shocked to the extreme. The battle between the barefoot monk and the Temple Lord completely overturned their understanding of the battle.

He also saw the calmness of many people in their eyes when they were excited. He understood that many people had gained something in this battle, and it only took some time. The men of the prosperous Tang Dynasty standing on the city wall today will definitely support the sky of the prosperous Tang Dynasty in the future.

However, the barefoot monk defeated the Lord of the Great Wilderness but did not defeat the head of the Holy See, and the battle has not come to an end!

The barefoot monk walked among the huge footprints he had stepped out and came to the side of the Mongolian Hanbaku, preparing to let him die.

At this time, the old man in charge also came to the side of Mongolian Hanbaku and said softly: "I'm still there!"

Mongolian Hanba Kuwang was lying in the soil without hearing about it. At this time, he no longer cared about this kind of life and death, so he was not concerned about the words of the old man in charge. He just thought that if he really survived, he would definitely go to Shengjing to see how many men who were living behind the mottled city walls were like barefoot monks?

The barefoot monk looked at the old man in charge and said, "You have never taken action for 60 years, and you will definitely lose this battle."

The old man in charge raised his eyebrows. Perhaps others did not understand the logic of this sentence, but he understood.

There are only three people in this world who have crossed the six realms. The barefoot monk is the most warlike. Whether it is the one who supported the prosperous Tang Dynasty thirty years ago or the one who went on to the Great Wilderness later, he fought countless times in his life!

The old man in charge lived peacefully in the Western Regions Holy See for 60 years. He never took action and did not need to take action, but this means he has no combat experience.

In the duel of experts, the situation of the battle is unpredictable. Most of the time, you have to rely on experience to win.

So the barefoot monk said right, but the old man in charge was not afraid, but because the barefoot monk just now had a sigh of praise: "The prosperous Tang Dynasty is indeed a bit scary."

The barefoot monk grinned and said, "Actually, I have always wanted to step on the Western Regions Holy See."

"Why?" The tone of the old man in charge was still high.

The barefoot monk said, "Because you are a group of liars!"

The old man in charge raised his white eyebrows. The three hundred golden knights not far behind him suddenly showed anger!

The barefoot monk pointed to the Mongolian Hanbaku on the ground and said, "The Great Wilderness Envelope is the prey of the weak. The temple chose the disciples of the inheritance, and it has always just seen who has the big fist. This is the most primitive rule of survival!"

"Buddhist, I guide people to be kind. Although I have broken countless killings in my life, I don't know how many lives I have guarded and I have no shame in the world."

"In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the rule of law was used to govern the country, and taught people to understand the principles, understand the rules, and follow the rules! It was one level higher than Buddhism."

"Where is the Western Regions? Under the guise of light, people do not help when they are in trouble, but say "The light" to envelope the light. Difficulties will pass, and light will last forever in the world?"

"The Holy See has the ability to make the people of the Western Regions understand the truth, know the laws, understand the rules, and follow the rules. What are you doing? Keep making the people ignorant, keep making the people ignorant, and then believe in the light and serve your life?"

The old man in charge angrily scolded: "The light cannot be desecrated!"

The barefoot monk looked at the head of the sect with contempt and asked, "Do you believe in light?"

Suddenly, the world was quiet, and the old man in charge did not make a powerful counterattack as soon as possible!

The barefoot monk raised his mouth. He had used up a fierce battle with the Mongolian Han Baku before. After he used up the Great Shura magical powers, the barefoot monk had already tried his best. He seemed to be chic and domineering, but only he knew that he now had less than 50% of his combat power.

But after all, he is only the person who fights the most frequently in the world, and he knows how to adjust himself.

First, drink out the enemy's shortcomings, take advantage of the situation to intimidate, and then use words to poke the enemy's fragility in his heart. All this is to relieve his breath.

The old man in charge has no experience in this area. The reason why he was speechless by the barefoot monk is that what the Holy See in the Light has done in the past sixty years is indeed not very bright.

The Holy See of Light was originally a spiritual belief that emerged when people were suffering, and their doctrines were not complete.

The old sect master knew very well that light could only be considered light if it appeared in a dark world, and it was common in a sunny world. Therefore, he had only one thing he had done in the past sixty years, which made the people of the Western Regions feel dark and then believed in light!

The barefoot monk's words hurt his weakness, but he was the head of the Holy See for 60 years after all, and he said condescendingly: "Those who blaspheme the light will die!"

So a beam of light appeared in the horizon.

This beam of light is different from all the light in the world. It is a milky white column of light.

The light pillar came to the head of the barefoot monk at an incredible speed. The barefoot monk Dashura emerged again, shattering the beam of light into pieces with one palm.

The old man in charge opened his arms and whispered: "Shura is the Buddhist god of killing, the head of sin, and will surely melt into the light."

The barefoot monk stood up with his eyebrows again and shouted angrily: "Bad remarks."

Above the north city wall, the sky suddenly sounded, and for some reason, blue raindrops dripped from the blue sky, and then it seemed to turn into a faded picture, the color gradually faded and turned white!

There was a heavy rain and a blue rain in the world in people's pupils!

Heavy rain covered the plains, but strangely did not affect the northern city walls, but people could no longer see the scene in the blue rain.

The world in front of me was filled with this strange blue color, and the people on the city wall began to become unprecedentedly nervous. Only a few people could see the scene clearly. Li Zizhi was naturally one of them.

He narrowed his eyes, feeling a little shocked.

The head of the Holy See of Light never took action in this world, but no one questioned his strength.

The barefoot monk's aura had reached its peak in his previous battle. At this time, the old man in charge took a thunder attack. The strange phenomenon affected the main film world and wanted to regain the momentum.

Li Zizhi asked that under such supernatural powers, even if he tried his best, he could not break them. He became more and more anxious to cross the six realms.

Tang Yinlong stood on the city wall without sitting down. He held the queen's hand and looked at the blue rain all over the sky. He was shocked in his heart. He couldn't help but murmured: "King Wuding."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, King Wuding hates the Western Regions Holy See the most in his life. If he loses, he will never lose in the hands of the Holy See."

It was just a comforting sentence, but Tang Yinlong felt more and more reasonable.

In the arrow tower, the senior brother who came to Zhang Xiaodao at some point clenched his fists and sighed briefly: "The world of light cannot be mixed, and even the sky has begun to fade. This light is so pure."

Zhang Xiaodao took a deep breath and denied: "This world should be colorful. If only a piece of pure white is left, how boring and monotonous?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Luohan looked at Zhang Xiaodao's eyelids that were jumping up because of nervousness, and whispered: "Master Crisis."

Wang Luohan on the Arrow Tower was the only person who could see clearly in the blue rain curtain. As soon as these words were said, they were depressed and there was no sound!

The people in Shengjing City also saw the strange blue rain falling from the north. They understood that this was a strange phenomenon that must come from the battle, and they all put their hands together!

The sky on the plain faded blue, revealing extremely pure white.

This white becomes brighter and brighter, turning into a beam of light, and the sky shines brightly!

The old man in charge began to gradually swell up until he appeared in people's sight.

He opened his arms, as if embracing the light. Countless beams of light turned his white gorgeous robe into beams, and his face was filled with peace. When the beam of light enveloped the earth, the world in front of him completely turned into a world of light!

No one could see what kind of attack the barefoot monk encountered in it.

But the next moment people saw a splash of blood and flew into the sky, and while smoke was emitting, it became the only variegated color in the light.

The barefoot monk bathed in the light was very uncomfortable at this time. The power in his body seemed to evaporate rapidly under the beam of light, which made him feel like a feeling called powerlessness in his life for the first time.

He hated this feeling, so he cursed angrily: "Get out." But his eyes could not find the trace of the old man in charge.

It was indeed as Wen Qinglan said, he was most disgusted with the Western Regions Church in his life. At this time, he felt that he was about to die in the hands of the old man in charge of the sect, and his heart felt unwilling to do so, so his heart took a step forward.
Chapter completed!