Across the Sky From the Stop of Time

  Chapter 367 Golden Cymbal Dharma King? It can't be the centipede, right?

  Qiu Chuji hadn't finished speaking, only the sound of horns blew outside the gate, followed by the intermittent sound of hitting rocks. Lu Guanying shouted: "Welcome to the distinguished guests!" As soon as the voice stopped, dozens of people, tall and short, stood in front of the hall.

  Originally, when Hao Shuai heard Qiu Chuji's words, he was also a little strange. After all, the master and apprentice of Jinlun Fawang who came to make trouble in the original book was already ten feet high at the grave, so who would make trouble now?

   Now looking at the costumes of the dozens of people who broke in, Hao Shuai can only feel the strong inertia of the plot.

  At this time, the whole hall suddenly fell into silence with the arrival of these dozens of people. The costumes of these dozens of people were different from those of the Han people in the Central Plains, which clearly let the heroes present know that they were enemies rather than friends.

  Central Plains has always valued that a visitor is a guest, even if the guest has bad intentions, but the proper etiquette is still to be done, so Guo Jing, the host, said: "Everyone has come from a long way, please sit down and have a few drinks."

"You don't need to drink. The poor monk came to the Central Plains this time. He had some things to do. He happened to hear about the hero meeting, so he came here to see it, but he was very disappointed!" The leader was wearing a red robe. With a thin body and wrinkled and freckled face, the extremely old monk shook his head and said disappointedly.

   What the monk said caused the heroes to be filled with righteous indignation, and they accused the monk one after another, and the scene fell into an uproar for a while.

  Even Guo Jing, who has always been kind to others, couldn't help frowning. He first calmed down the heroes present, and then stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "May I ask who you are?"

  The monk looked at Guo Jing seriously at this time, clasped his hands together and said, "The pauper monk is the suzerain of the 'King Kong Sect' of the Mongolian Esoteric Cult, the king of Jinbo Dharma!"

   "Golden Cymbal Dharma King? The one in White Snake?" Hao Shuai was almost frightened when he heard the name, but after thinking about it, he was purely delusional. This Golden Cymbal Dharma King should be Jinlun Dharma King's senior brother or something.

   After all, they all belong to the golden generation!

   On the contrary, when the heroes present heard that it was a monk from the Western Regions who had never heard of the name, countless voices of abuse erupted.

  At this time, the martial arts of the Central Plains and the martial arts of the Western Regions had never intersected. In addition, Brother Huo Dou, who was supposed to be making troubles in the Central Plains, received a box lunch early, so that the reputation of the Vajra Sect was not well-known in the Central Plains martial arts.

Only people from the Quanzhen Sect and Guo Jing still looked at Jinbo Dharma King and others with wary faces. The Quanzhen Sect remembered Huo Dou who had made a big fuss in Zhongnan Mountain a few years ago, while Guo Jing was pure He realized that this unattractive monk in front of him was a formidable enemy, and the pressure he put on him even surpassed the pressure put on him by the veteran Wujue Dongxie and Beibei.

   Facing the scolding voices of the heroes, the Golden Cymbal Dharma King's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't care, but he opened his lips lightly, and slowly uttered two words:

"To shut up!"

Similar to the roar of a Shaolin lion, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. The eardrums of martial arts practitioners around were tingling, and both ears were buzzing. Those who were weak in strength even collapsed to the ground. Suddenly, the scene changed. It's a bit confusing.

  The only ones present who could not be affected were Guo Jing, Li Mochou and a few innate masters, not to mention Hao Shuai.

  After comforting Guo Fu, Guo Jing looked at the Golden Cymbal Dharma King with serious eyes, and asked, "We respect Your Excellency more than guests from afar, but you meddling in the affairs of our Central Plains martial arts, isn't it too much?"

  This monk has such skill with a low growl casually, and his martial arts is probably already superior to his own.

  Jin Bo Dharma King seemed as if nothing had happened, and still said indifferently: "It turned out to be a martial arts conference, so the poor monk can also participate? Could it be that you held this martial arts conference behind closed doors?!"

   "Then I will ask you to learn the unique knowledge of Mongolian eminent monks!"

  Jin Bo Dharma King said it so bluntly, if Guo Jing didn't express it, he wouldn't have to mess with it, and he also knew that among the heroes present, he was the only one who could stand up and express it, and the rest were basically free.

   After Guo Jing finished speaking, he walked directly to the arena and stood opposite the Golden Cymbal Dharma King.

  As the two confronted each other, their momentum became more and more surging, and the atmosphere in the field became more tense.

  In the end, it was Guo Jing who was a little weaker in strength and weaker in the imposing competition, forcing Guo Jing to take the lead, and he shouted "Be careful!"

   With a hit on the chest, Kanglong Youhui slapped it out, and an invisible force directly hit the Golden Cymbal Dharma King.

  Eighteen dragon-subduing palms, out of the palm to subdue the dragon!

   It has to be said that as the most powerful palm technique in the metal system, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are undoubtedly powerful. This kind of unrivaled martial arts is rare in the world.

More than ten years of hard work and hard work have enabled Guo Jing to cultivate this palm technique to the pinnacle. Moreover, unlike Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Guo Jing has incorporated the principles of Kongming Quan, making his own Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms It has reached the point where both rigidity and softness are combined.

  Slapping out a palm, the sound of howling wind resounded in the hall, which shows how frightening Guo Jing's palm is.

  When Hao Shuai saw Guo Jing's palm gesture, he immediately knew that Guo Jing hadn't delayed his training because of the military situation in the past few years, and his skills had increased faster than a few years ago.

  Golden Cymbal Dharma King's eyes flashed a trace of solemnity, and the golden light in his palm flowed, and he slapped out with a palm, meeting the attacking dragon-shaped internal force, and the dragon and elephant rang together.

   "Boom!"

  As the deafening explosion sounded suddenly, layers of air waves and ripples could be seen in the air with the naked eye, and the scattered strong winds made everyone present unable to open their eyes.

   At the same time, the ground under the feet of King Jinbo and Guo Jing exploded at the same time, and the two stepped back a few steps with unsteady feet at the same time, leaving a footprint on the ground with each step.

  However, careful people discovered that Guo Jing lost this time.

  Because Guo Jing took one more step back than the King of Golden Cymbals, and Guo Jing took the initiative to attack, it can be seen that Guo Jing is actually slightly inferior to the King of Golden Cymbals.

   "Brother Jing, are you okay?" Huang Rong behind her looked at Guo Jing worriedly.

"I'm fine." Guo Jing waved his hand, indicating that it's okay, but he couldn't help but feel worried. The monk in front of him is indeed the biggest enemy he has ever seen in his life, but for the Central Plains martial arts, even if he desperately wants to keep this martial arts leader .

   "Haha~~ Guo Jing, a hero of the generation, is nothing more than that!" Jin Bo Dharma King smiled proudly, "Now it's your turn to take the poor monk's trick."

   After finishing speaking, he bullied himself and struck Guo Jing with both hands.

   Guo Jing was forced to use his internal strength to meet him.

   "Boom~"

   "Boom~"

   "Boom~"

  …

   In just a few breaths, Guo Jing and the King of Golden Cymbals had already exchanged more than ten strokes. With each blow, Guo Jing was repelled by a step. By the end of the fight, Guo Jing had been forced to the edge of the field.

  At this time, Guo Jing's face became a little pale, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his simple and resolute face. His eyes were fixed on every move of the Golden Cymbal Dharma King, and his mood was incomparably solemn.

  Half-step master!

  Guo Jing did not expect that the monk in front of him turned out to be a great master who had stepped into the realm of a master with one foot. As far as he knew, there was not a half-step master in the entire Central Plains, including Lao Zhangren and Master Yideng.

   No!

   There is one, and he is a real master!

  Guo Jing thought of the killing star he met in Zhongnan Mountain four years ago!

  It's a pity that because I don't know the position of that person, I dare not invite him rashly to participate in the hero meeting. Otherwise, with him today, why would such a crisis of the reputation of the Central Plains martial arts happen.

  (end of this chapter)