A hundred times the return of empowerment: you call this a beast master

"Little bald donkey!"

"presumptuous!"

Accompanied by Kong Yunyun's words.

The young monk who had already endured to the limit couldn't sit still at this moment.

Immediately, the Zen stick that was about to stand on the ground lay across in front of him, charging towards Kong Yunyun.

An extremely ferocious Buddhist aura rushed towards Kong Yunyun's face, with an extremely ferocious aura, as if trying to forcibly transform people with a Zen stick in his hand.

Kong Yun looked at the young monk's ferocious Zen stick, with a look of disdain on his face.

With a big wave of his hand, the folding fan in his hand was thrown out suddenly, and it landed directly in front of the young monk.

As the folding fan slowly opened, the characters on it emerged.

amnesty!
"A mere Buddhist sect, dare to save me!"

Kong Yunyun snorted coldly, and the Confucian aura shot up from his body, and he went straight to attack and kill the young monk.

For a while, the two sides also fought together.

In the whole forest, there is an atmosphere of Buddhism and Confucianism in an instant.

The fight between the young monk and Kong Yun can be described as the top confrontation of the younger generation.

One of the two has the charm of Buddhism in his body, and his gestures and gestures are like a Buddhist eminent monk visiting the battlefield in person.

And Kong Yun has the blood of the Confucian family, and the folding fan in his hand is all Confucian luck.

As soon as the two fought against each other, they fought fiercely with dozens of moves, regardless of the outcome.

On the other hand, the rest of the Buddhist and Confucian young arrogances at this moment stopped their battles one after another and turned their attention to the fierce battle between the two.

A look of shock on his face.

"Senior brother Yi Nian is full of Buddhist aura in every gesture, he is indeed a direct disciple of Master Xi Ming!"

"Who says no? Brother Yi Nian was born in the Western Regions, and he came here to practice with Master Xi Ming."

"I heard that senior brother Yi Nian is only 20 years old now, and a 20-year-old three-star mage-level powerhouse will definitely be able to enter the Great Leiyin Temple in the Western Regions in the future!"

Seeing the young monk constantly making moves, all the Buddhist disciples present showed horror.

"It's just a little bald donkey, it's impossible to compare with Senior Brother Kong!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Kong is a member of the Confucian family. He was once hailed as a Confucian talent that can be compared to the supreme power of a Confucian gentleman!"

"Don't look at that little bald donkey who can still withstand Brother Kong's attack. Once Senior Brother Kong really gets serious, this little bald donkey will definitely die!"

Compared with the horror of the Buddhist disciples, the faces of the Confucian disciples are full of calm.

They believed in Kong Yun for no reason.

How could a mere buddhist little bald donkey stop Kong Yunyun's footsteps!

At this moment, Monk Yi Nian suddenly stretched out the Zen stick in his hand, and went straight to Kong Yun's chest.

A unique Buddhist aura emanated at this moment, lingering on the Zen staff he handed out.

Feeling the opponent's murderous intent, Kong Yun snorted coldly.

"roll!"

With a loud shout, the word "Forgiveness" on the folding fan in his hand suddenly burst into golden light.

Under the golden light, a golden figure appeared on his body, which directly blocked the Zen staff containing the Buddhist aura.

With a wave of the golden figure's hand, Monk Yi Nian and his Zen staff both flew upside down.

It fell heavily on the ground.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of scarlet blood spewed out from Monk Yi Nian's mouth.

"You actually have such a baby!"

Monk Yi Nian stabilized the disordered aura in his body, reluctantly opened his mouth, and glared.

At this moment, the golden figure in front of Kong Yun slowly dissipated, turning into golden light again and sinking into the folding fan in his hand.

It's just that the word "Forgiveness" that was originally shining golden on the folding fan is now dimmed.

Kong Yun hurriedly put away the folding fan, looked around, and after making sure that no one noticed the strangeness of the folding fan in his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little bald donkey, have you seen how powerful I am?"

With his hands behind his back, Kong Yun looked at the pale-faced Monk Yi Nian with a proud face.

The latter snorted coldly and did not speak.

The expressions of the other Buddhist disciples beside him changed drastically, and they all stepped forward to block Kong Yunyun's body.

Keep him away from Monk Yi Nian.

Regarding this, Kong Yunyun smiled lightly, and said to himself: "I thought you were really as powerful as the rumors said, what is the so-called reincarnation of the Buddhist King Kong?"

"Now it seems that those are just rumors."

"You're just an ordinary little bald donkey."

When Kong Yunyun's voice fell, the faces of the Buddhist disciples all around showed serious expressions.

They thought that Monk Yi Nian would be able to defeat Kong Yunyun, and at worst, both sides would be able to share the prize equally.

Who would have thought that Monk Yi Nian would be beaten so embarrassingly after only a short fight.

"Kong Yunyun!"

Monk Yi Nian clenched his teeth, and anger rose in his eyes.

If it weren't for the unstable breath in his body now, he would have to fight Kong Yun again.

"What do you want your grandpa to do?"

Kong Yun sneered, turned around slowly and found a shaded place to sit down.

The Confucian disciples beside him stood beside him, crossing their arms and looking at the Buddhist disciples with disdain.

At this moment, Liu Jiajia and Jiang Xuening who were hiding in the dark both gasped.

They thought that the battle between Monk Yi Nian and Kong Yun would be very anxious.

After all, both of them are leaders of the younger generation of Buddhism and Confucianism here.

The battle between the two means the strongest battle between Buddhism and the younger generation of Confucianism, and it should be shocking and weeping ghosts and gods.

But who would have thought that Monk Yi Nian would be directly defeated in front of Kong Yun's golden figure that came from nowhere.

This was beyond the expectations of their two daughters.

"The two beauties who are hiding in the dark can show up now."

Suddenly, Kong Yun, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the bushes where Liu Jiajia and Jiang Xuening were hiding, with a smile on his face.

"How did he find us!"

Liu Jiajia's complexion changed. You must know that she and Jiang Xuening were hiding their aura. Generally speaking, if you don't check carefully, you can't find them at all.

Jiang Xuening's face was solemn, and at some point there was a three-foot long sword in her hand, and the vitality in her body was circulating.

"The two beauties haven't come out yet, do you want me to personally invite you?"

Seeing that Liu Jiajia and Jiang Xuening were still unwilling to show up, Kong Yun's voice sounded again, and he stood up slowly, walking towards the two girls with his hands behind his back.

"Young Master Kong, please stay safe!"

In a flash, Liu Jiajia appeared in front of Kong Yun.

Jiang Xuening followed closely behind, but the three-foot long sword in the latter's hand had been slightly unsheathed, and a Taoist aura lingered on her body.

"Miss Liu, the two of you must be tired after watching it for so long."

"Master Kong, what do you mean?"

Liu Jiajia frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

Kong Yun smiled slightly, and said slowly, "I have no other intentions."

"I just want to know, doesn't Miss Liu want to teach that little bald donkey a lesson?"