Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

While most of the monks were being brutally abused, a group of monks were at ease in Medicine King Valley.

"Bald donkey, surrender!" On the hillside, several precious medicines of various shapes jumped out and launched fierce attacks.

Dong~!

The low sound of the bell echoed.

A golden bell emerged, with tadpole-like Sanskrit lingering all over the body, revealing an indestructible spirit.

The leader, Master Randeng, used the Golden Bell Cover to protect his body and easily blocked the attack of the precious medicines. Then he raised his palm like glass, flashed away, and slapped the precious medicines one by one.

Bang bang bang bang!

Several precious medicines were struck by lightning and fell to the ground without moving.

"Master Randeng is amazing. With him leading us, we will surely return with a full load this time!" A fellow disciple ran over happily, his face full of joy and smile, picked up the precious medicines and put them into the storage bag.

The Zen meditation in the Hanging Temple was very excited, looking at Master Randeng with deep admiration, and regarded him as a god!

At the beginning.

After everyone came into the Medicine King Valley, they were very frightened and uneasy.

Because they found that their realm had regressed to the ninth level of Qi training, and the strength of those precious medicines that appeared was ridiculously strong, and they could easily hang them up.

But soon, this respected old senior in the Hanging Temple eliminated their worries with his powerful strength!

Look, along the way, he has suppressed at least dozens of precious medicines, and then put them all in his pocket!

The people in the Hanging Temple were so happy about this!

After all, it was extremely difficult to find a precious medicine outside on weekdays. They had just come in and made such a great harvest, which made them look forward to the next adventure.

According to this trend, wouldn't all the precious medicines in Medicine King Valley be emptied? Even Medicine King could have a chance to win!

"Yes, it all depends on Master Randeng! After we go back, the Hanging Temple will reward us. This trip is really worth it!" The monks were happy and full of joy.

"Amitabha~" Master Randeng put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name habitually, and a barely noticeable gleam flashed in his eyes.

He was full of pride in his heart!

"Sure enough, the preparations I made before were worth it. Last time, my realm was suppressed, and all kinds of shortcomings were exposed. I was ravaged by these little things, but this time I can finally hold my head high and get what I want!"

Then.

Master Ran Deng and his party continued to move forward.

Seeing that some cultivators were oppressed by precious medicines and forced to do all kinds of eye-catching behaviors.

Some of them were royal relatives of a certain dynasty, some were the supreme elders of a certain sect, and some were the heads of a certain cultivation family. Their identities were varied, and they were all well-known and powerful in the local area.

But now, they are oppressed by precious medicines one by one, and they are used like slaves one by one. Even if they want to resist, they are powerless.

Seeing them covered in dirt, with dim eyes, doubting their lives, and almost collapsing in embarrassment, the Zen practitioners in the Hanging Temple couldn't help but feel scared, and secretly thanked Master Ran Deng for his protection.

Seeing this absurd scene.

Master Ran Deng seemed calm on the surface, but in fact he felt the same way, because as early as 100,000 years ago in Yaowang Valley, he had become a bullied and pitiful creature.

But fortunately, all this was wiped out in the dust of history.

Now he has changed his appearance and set foot here again, just to suppress Yaowang Valley!

"Oh, there are a group of old bald donkeys here, partners, come and take them down!" A precious medicine said excitedly.

"How dare you!"

Master Ran Deng shouted angrily, raised his hand and stretched it out, and a golden palm formed in the air, just like a Buddha's move, slapping this precious medicine into the ground, splashing juice and smelling the medicine.

"Wow, you dare to attack our noble medicine clan, you old bald donkey, you are rebelling!" In the surroundings, one after another precious medicine came, aggressively, releasing their own moves.

Swish, swish, swish~

The energy fluctuations surged, rolling up a huge dust.

"Come well! Save me from looking for you!" Master Ran Deng sneered and went to meet you fearlessly.

The next second, he was entangled with a group of precious medicines.

During this period, Master Ran Deng was covered with a golden bell shield, resisting all kinds of strange and weird moves.

This is not over yet, he waved his fists and palms, all wrapped with strong force, and knocked down the active precious medicines one after another.

"This old bald donkey's tortoise shell is really hard!"

"Don't be discouraged, everyone, concentrate on attacking! In this Medicine King Valley, we are the boss!"

"That's right, go ahead!"

...

Soon, the golden bell was covered with broken marks, and then it was smashed all at once.

Seeing this.

The other precious medicines were very excited, and they tried their best to increase their offensive.

In their opinion, this old bald donkey will suffer soon.

The strange thing is that Master Ran Deng was not panicked at all, but showed a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

Boom boom boom~!

In the explosion light ball, a thin figure stood firm.

"How can it be?!" The little things around were very surprised, this was beyond their cognition.

Master Ran Deng's body was covered with a golden halo, and his skin texture was gleaming with precious light, as if it was natural, and no external force could cause any harm.

In the smoke, an old voice came out slowly.

"In order to deal with you, during this long period of time, I have painstakingly practiced the art of body refining to make up for my weaknesses. During this period, I traveled to famous mountains and rivers, used all means, and spent a lot of resources to build my body."

"Today, my indestructible body has reached the most perfect stage, and I am only one step away from the legendary transformation realm. Even if my cultivation is suppressed to the Qi training realm, what does it matter? With my strong body, you still can't do anything to me!"

Master Ran Deng put his hands together, stepped out, and a brilliant light flashed in his turbid eyes.

Then, relying on his indestructible body, he resisted the attacks of the precious medicines while counterattacking them one by one.

Gradually, most of the precious medicines were suppressed, leaving a small number of precious medicines, who fled in panic and disappeared without a trace.

The monks who were rescued nearby all cheered and jumped for joy. Many of them cried with joy and knelt down to kowtow to express their gratitude.

"Thank you for saving us! We will remember your kindness for the rest of our lives!"

"You are so kind and virtuous, we have no way to repay you!"

"Master, you pulled us out of the deep water, it is simply a great merit, the living Buddha is alive!"

The shouts came one after another, all with gratitude.

The master who stole the limelight, pretended to be compassionate and sighed: "Good, good, this is what I should do."

Hearing this, the monks around him admired him even more and regarded him as a high monk.

In the Hanging Temple team, every meditator had a red face, looked at each other, and their eyes were full of pride.

Master Ran Deng coughed a few times, and several of his fellow disciples immediately understood what he meant, and quickly put the precious medicines scattered on the ground into their storage bags.

These are all spoils of war!

Looking at this group of grateful monks, Master Ran Deng appeared to be amiable on the surface, but secretly disdainful in his heart.

The reason why he took action was naturally for the precious medicine.

Those just now were just polite words.

"Master, can we follow you? We don't want anything, we just want to be by your side!" A monk was afraid that he would be captured by the precious medicine as a slave after leaving, so he spoke tentatively.

Master Ran Deng smiled, "Amitabha, monks are compassionate. I know what you are worried about, but don't be afraid. Just follow me and I will protect you."

When these words came out, the monks around were so happy that they almost cried, and they all spoke all kinds of rainbow farts again, almost praising Master Ran Deng higher than the Buddha!

Master Ran Deng pretended to be calm, but in fact he was already in high spirits.

He knew that after this incident, he would be able to gain both fame and fortune, and his status in the Hanging Temple would rise!

"Amitabha, I want to see if there is anything else in the Medicine King Valley that can threaten me!"

At this time, with the previous victories, Master Ran Deng was full of confidence and led everyone to the depths of the Medicine King Valley.

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