【Quick time travel】Push out the old attack every day

"Yes, my lord." Mr. Zhu saluted the emperor, he knew that his lord had his reasons for not allowing him to choose a monk, maybe this monk was not obvious on the surface, but in fact he had the most superb martial arts skills.

After taking a closer look at the monk, he found that besides peace and tranquility, the monk also has the courage to deal with things calmly.

Worthy of being a master.

It's a pity that such a handsome face has become a bald donkey.

"Wait a minute!"

Hu Yishan knew that the people of the Devil's Cult would definitely choose him if they didn't choose that dead bald donkey. Don't you know how much he weighed?

Seeing that Monk Sanskrit could be taught a lesson, why not Hu Yishan.

"I have long heard that Master Sanskrit has great martial arts skills, and he worshiped Linlang Dharma in his early years. I don't know how much his martial arts have improved after all these years. Why don't we take advantage of this time to let us have a look."

After speaking, he bowed in the direction of Sanskrit, and flew in and out of the competition arena.

Which of the heroes present had never heard of this incident, they were reminded by Hu Yishan, and they all clamored to open their eyes.

"This..." Mr. Zhu looked at the master in embarrassment, seeing that he was still calm, thinking that he had acquiesced in this matter.

On the surface, it looked calm, but Su Ye had already let go of Cao Nima in her heart, and was so anxious: "What should I do, Xiaomei, I can't refuse this matter."

【Host, Sanskrit, the supporting character, has hidden wounds on his body. At this time, he only has [-]% power to use. 】

"Really?" When Su Ye heard that Sanskrit was injured, his courage instantly became fatter, and he wished to take the place of Mr. Zhu himself. Thinking of the original owner's unique skills, flying all over the place, he was even more eager to try.

"Go down." Jun Yu waved his subordinates to leave, and said to Sanskrit, "I'll meet you."

[Host, even if Sanskrit is only [-]% powerful, he can still beat you. 】

Su Ye: "..." Wucao, why didn't you say it earlier!

Jun Yu's complexion changed again and again, so angry that all the people in the world wanted to teach this ignorant Lord of the Hundred Flowers Sect a lesson.

Feeling the anger of everyone around him, Su Ye's legs went limp, his mind went blank, and he didn't even know the start of the game.

"Benefactor, please be careful."

Jun Yu took a few steps back abruptly, the gentle reminder from the Sanskrit voice was still in his ears, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

Looking around for a week, he couldn't see the Sanskrit sound, Jun Yu's heart shuddered, and he quickly dodged to dodge, and he was able to stand firm, only to hear a "bang" behind him, and a huge palm pit was sunk in the place where he was standing before .

The heroes in the audience all cheered when they saw this, while Mr. Zhu and the others looked at their lord with concern.

The martial arts platform is a rock transported by water from the south, its hardness is beyond imagination, but now Sanskrit can be split easily with just a light palm, one can imagine how high Sanskrit's martial arts are.

Mr. Zhu's eyes closely followed Jun Yu's body, as long as he felt that Jun Yu's life was in danger, he would protect his master even if he died.

Hu Yishan also saw the deep pothole, and couldn't help secretly rejoicing that Fanyin's opponent was not him, otherwise he would have died on the spot, how could he stand here and watch the competition.

Amazing!

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his brain calmed down a lot in an instant after being so stimulated.

Now is not the time to be in a daze, the real thing is to think about how to get out, Jun Yu ordered himself to concentrate and find out the weakness of Sanskrit.

Dantian accumulated internal strength, pointing his toes down a little, easily flew into the air, and stopped on the opposite side of Sanskrit.

The height of a few meters made the pit even bigger. If he hadn't just avoided it in time, he would definitely have broken a few shinbones.

"Monk!" Jun Yu gritted his teeth and cursed.

The pink robe flicked towards Sanskrit without warning, and in an instant, countless peach blossom petals flew out from the sleeves, which was really beautiful.

However, the strange thing is that the petals seem to be alive, they all stay around the Sanskrit, and none of them fall off.

Jun Yu put his toes on the petals, controlled the peach petals with his internal force, and let them shoot at Sanskrit like a sharp sword. How many petals deviated from the track and flew straight to the side of the big pit, and several peach blossom marks were formed in an instant. The pit is deep, but it's not too weak. The heroes in the underground shivered and were surprised.

The Sanskrit sound surrounded by peach petals was still warm and moist. When the petals covering the sun attacked him, the monk's robe was thrown heavily, and the petals seemed to have no strength, and scattered in all directions.

"Amitabha, good and good." Sanskrit put his hands together and said these two sentences slowly.

Sanskrit's hypocritical appearance made Junyu even more angry. He was like a demon, and approached Sanskrit a few times, only half a palm away from him, and snorted coldly: "Pretending."

How compassionate and merciful he behaved, in reality he was the most ruthless and cruel.

Seeing the smile in Fanyin's eyes, Junyu felt guilty for some reason.

Why does this monk smile so wickedly? He is not afraid of being teased.

Suddenly, Jun Yu had an ingenious plan in his mind.

Before Sanskrit could react, Junyu poked his head out, and Sanskrit thought Junyu wanted to escape, so he stepped forward subconsciously, and then the two of them widened their eyes.

They never expected that the lips of the two would be close to each other!

Fanyin pushed Junyu away first, her ears were completely red.

Jun Yu didn't have the slightest precaution, and was suddenly pushed by Sanskrit, and fell straight down.

The heroes on the ground couldn't see clearly. Seeing Jun Yu falling down first, they thought that he was invincible, so they stood up and clapped their hands vigorously, but what made them dumbfounded was that after the Sanskrit sound landed, they walked out of the circle and stopped. In front of his seat, he didn't sit down for a long time, just stood there with his fists clenched.

Host Wangchen had never seen Sanskrit in such a state of despair, and asked worriedly, "Amitabha, what happened to Sanskrit?"

After shouting several times, there was no answer from the Sanskrit voice. With a sigh, he stood up and clasped his hands together, explaining to everyone who was whispering: "Amitabha, I have committed a hidden disease in the Sanskrit voice. I hope everyone will forgive me and don't blame him."

"It turns out that this is the case. I waited for a misunderstanding."

"Dare to ask Master Sanskrit what hidden disease, I have the holy medicine from Penglai, why not..."

"Amitabha." Sanskrit interrupted Hu Banshan, and he said apologetically, "Thank you for your kindness, leader. This is an internal injury caused by accidental injury when I was fighting against the leader of the Demon Cult a few days ago. It will heal after a few days of cultivation."

Everyone unconsciously raised their heads to look at the only demon leader in the field, and the malice in it was self-evident.

Su Ye was hit for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he heard Sanskrit's words, and couldn't help but ask the system in his heart: "Which brute hurt Sanskrit?"

[The host please keep a clear mind, and don't believe the nonsense of the male partner. 】

"Ah?" Su Ye scratched her head, not understanding what the system meant.

Could it be that Sanskrit is lying?