"I thought Zheng Zhan Mansion had the strongest warrior, but I didn't expect that the five tigers of the Zheng family were so vulnerable, and even the patriarch was defeated!"

"One move, just one move! It turns out that this is the strength of the top strongest in the world!"

"That Zheng Shiyi is a son of the Zheng family, but he has had such a quarrel with the Zheng family to such an extent. The Zheng family has pushed such a genius out of the door! It's really a consequence of oneself!"

Everyone in the audience looked at the figure standing on the ring and exclaimed, and their hearts were shocked, the strong! They really never thought that a strong man could be so powerful.

And he is still a person who is only such a young one!

What's even more terrifying is that from beginning to end, Zheng Shiyi did not display his martial soul!

On the ring, Zheng Shiyi did not give the Zheng family a chance to speak at all, so he tied the four of them with ropes and tied them to Zheng Wei and others. In a trance, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, and suddenly turned around and looked up with his eyes. In his sight, a man who had a scar on his face, and about twenty years old frowned, turned around and left.

"Want to leave?"

Zheng Shiyi suddenly kicked the ground and instantly came to the scar man. He held his back collar in his right hand and dragged it onto the ring. He just looked at the man. He didn't even speak. The person in front of him was already shouting.

"Don't do it, Mr. Zheng, don't do it, the younger one says, the younger one says everything." The scared man seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and shouted repeatedly: "Yes... it was the prince sent a villain... The prince is about to leave the seclusion, and he will come to you soon to avenge your arm cut off."

Prince.

A murderous intent flashed through Zheng Shiyi's eyes. The prince came to seek revenge on him, and that happened to happen that he would kill him on the ring.

At that time, even if the current emperor learns about this, he will have no choice but to do anything to himself.

However, the person in front of me really didn't know whether the prince was looking for a subordinate who was too cowardly or his killing name was too strong. He even brought everything out without waiting for him to speak.

"Zheng Shiyi donor."

Suddenly a loud voice sounded from the audience: "Little monk Huilun, was ordered to invite the donor to the Qingwen Academy to speak."

The people from the Qingwen Academy are here.

Zheng Shiyi showed a look of disgust on his face, which was so hard that it was so soft. After returning the Qing Wenyuan, there were so many monks in the Qing Wenyuan and countless magic circles, he was not stupid. If he went there, wouldn’t he be killed? Who would go there?

"My little master, Shiyi has important things to do and cannot go to the appointment. Please give me back. If Shiyi has time in the future, he will definitely go to the appointment."

"Donor, my master rarely invites ordinary people to the temple, and asks the donor to do some convenience." Huilun bent down gently to perform a Buddhist etiquette, but never wanted to leave.

This little monk, why don’t he listen to his conversation?

"Is it true that there are still people who ask for help?" Zheng Shiyi looked at the other party with a cold chill: "I don't want to make things difficult for you, go."

Huilun looked at Zheng Shiyi's murderous gaze, slowly lowered his head, turned around and walked out of the crowd. Before coming, the master once said that Zheng Shiyi killed countless people, so he must not anger Zheng Shiyi.

As night fell, Zheng Shiyi sat cross-legged and recovered the spiritual energy consumed by the continuous battle for a day. Suddenly, a few crisp knocks on the door sounded, and a low voice came from outside the door: "Qingwenyuan, Benhuan, I have something important to pay my respects to the donor."

Qingwen Academy?

Zheng Shiyi frowned. These old monks were really endless. First, they sent a little monk, and now they had another one with the Dharma name Benhuan. These old monks are really persistent. Could it be that they have to clear away their hostility no matter what?

Or is it another reason?

I need to understand today.

"Enter." Zheng Shiyi pondered for a moment and spoke slightly, his voice was dull and he could not hear joy or anger.

As the words fell, the door gently pushed open, and in sight, an old man wearing a simple monk's robe and holding a Zen stick walked in through the door.

"Amitabha." Benhuan looked up and down with his wise eyes, stood upright on his chest with his left palm, nodded and bowed: "The little monk who was persuaded to leave today is my disciple. Now, there are not many people in the Qingwen Academy who knows the donor's status."

An accident flashed across Zheng Shiyi's slightly frowning brows. There were not many people in the Qingwenyuan who could accurately know his situation. However, from what the old monk said, it seemed that he knew his condition very well.

Benhuan saw Zheng Shiyi's surprise and said, "I have a disciple who is commonly known as Mingran. I beg me to turn the donor into a hostile aura. When I see him today, the donor's hostile aura has accumulated too much. In the long run, even if the donor does not practice the magic martial arts, he will become a demon. At that time, the world will come to wipe out the donor."

Zheng Shiyi's mouth smiled. If the world knew that he was one of the three candidates for the head of the Demon Sect, he would have come to wipe it out long ago. But he knew that in the Ziluo Thousand Realms that day, he was seriously injured and killed many people in order to save his body. I don't know how it is now.

"How is he?" Zheng Shiyi's words were filled with a tone of concern.

"Roran's injury is no longer serious." Benhuan paused for a moment, and a pity appeared between his eyebrows: "Roran broke the killing charge in order to protect the donor's life, and he was sentenced to 200 punishments. He could regain his freedom after three years of confinement."

"Three years of confinement?" Zheng Shiyi raised his head, stared at Benhuan on the opposite side, and said in a deep voice: "He hurt people because he saved me, and the punishment is severe."

"That's the rule. What's more, it's not impossible to practice Buddhism for three years. If you have some insights, it may be a blessing for him."

Benhuan took a deep breath, with a very sincere look on his face, and his tone changed: "I know why the donor doesn't want to go to the Qingwen Academy. With Buddhist philosophy, the donor's anger is like a bone, and only death can he be free.

But I promise that I will not take your life and will be able to resolve the anger, but it will consume some cultivation. If the donor agree, I would like to take you to the Qingwen Academy in person to resolve the anger for the donor.”

"I can feel your sincerity and know that you really think about me, but I'm sorry, it won't work now. If I change the time, I will definitely follow the master."

Zheng Shiyi waved his hand gently. Since Zheng Tianyu took away his martial soul that day, from that moment on, he has always been thinking about taking revenge. Now that he is about to avenge his great revenge, how can he enter the Qing Wenyuan?

"I think the donor doesn't want to leave because of Zheng Zhan Mansion." Benhuan leaned the Zen stick in his hand against the table next to him: "I have some face, maybe to smooth out your previous grudges."

"He killed my head and pulled my martial soul. How do you want to erase the grudge?" Zheng Shiyi suddenly stood up and stared at Benhuan with his eyes wide open and questioned: "Can you help me draw out his martial soul or kill him?"

Benhuan shook his head calmly and gently said, "Impossible."

"What else can I say?" Zheng Shiyi picked up the teacup that had been left aside for a long time, took a sip, and stopped talking.

"Although I can't kill him, I can ask them to give you equivalent compensation." Benhuan's tone of speaking was very plain, but the elite gaze in his eyes gave people a feeling that he could do it.

"Compensation? Do you think they can pay it?" Zheng Shiyi shook his hand. The only compensation that could make him give up was nothing more than letting Zheng Tianyu die in front of him. Nothing else means anything else.

Benhuan nodded confidently: "I can at least make them feel heartbroken. Now that your relationship with the Zheng family is so quarrel, I can save your life."

"Save your life?" Zheng Shiyi suddenly laughed: "You think I'm afraid of the Zheng family? If I'm really afraid of him, would I come to trouble them?

Master, you are a Buddhist practitioner. When talking about Buddhism, Ten Wings are not as good as Master, and you will not debate with Master. But there is a reason, Ten Wings are very clear, and I think the Master can't refute it.

Since I was taken away from my martial soul, I have learned a truth: some things cannot be entrusted to others' charity, and they can only be accomplished by myself!"

Benhuan looked at the overly young face in front of him, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and finally sighed helplessly: "In general, the chaos in the world is caused by a small matter. If the donor continues to entangle with the Zheng family, many things will be involved. If the donor is obsessed with it, then I can only offend him."

"I really don't want to fight with you." Zheng Shiyi tilted his head and looked at Benhuan, with a hint of unbearableness on his face: "You are different from most monks from the Qingwen Academy I have met. I really don't want to fight with you."

Benhuan's one-year-old rosary came out from his waist, fiddled for a moment, and suddenly, his hands stopped and said, "How about I bet with the donor?"

"What are you betting on?" Zheng Shiyi looked surprised. The monks from the Qingwen Academy would also make bets, which is somewhat inconsistent with the Buddhist patriarchal law.

Benhuan pointed at his feet and said confidently: "I stood there and took ten moves from the donor. If I move half a step, I will give up the matter of resolving the anger. When the donor handles the matter of Zheng's family, I will invite the donor to go to the Qingwen Academy. I don't know what the donor wants to do."

What?

Zheng Shiyi laughed. He didn't expect Benhuan to make such a request. He knew the strength of Cambrian Continent very well. With his current strength, not many people could catch his ten moves, but he actually stood there and asked him to fight. His steps could not move at all. He was too confident in himself.

People from the Qing Wenyuan do have many means.

Benhuan proposed this method, and he thought he had some tricks, but he could block his ten moves. If he could do it, he would be the best master in the world!

This is also good, and in this way, people from the Qingwen Academy will not disturb them in the future.

"Since that's the case, then offend."

Zheng Shiyi nodded slightly.

Benhuan heard Zheng Shiyi's response and closed his palms. In an instant, a dazzling golden light rushed out of his body, illuminating the entire room completely. A phantom of a Buddha appeared behind him.
Chapter completed!