The entire river bank was deathly silent.
Lost!
Shaolin lost!
Looking at the tall and high-spirited figure on the stage, it seemed to be a demon god, but also seemed to be a giant holding the sky and the earth. For a moment, everyone had this illusion in a trance.
Abbot Kongwen's face was pale, his lips were green and trembling, he was twisting his beads and chanting Amitabha continuously.
Master Kongzhi let out a long sigh, feeling a little depressed. What he was worried about finally happened.
In the Western Zhou Dynasty, there were one hundred and eight Luohan Hall disciples. Some died of exhaustion, while others were bleeding from the corners of their mouths and looking at the figure above in horror.
Song Yuanqiao and other big sect masters had already stood up from their chairs, their faces full of surprise and uncertainty.
While Xian Yutong was surprised and uncertain, there was also a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo was holding a long sword, her pretty face was bloodless, her teeth bit her pink lips, her eyes dimmed and lost their luster, and her whole body exuded despair.
Song Qingshu paid attention to Zhou Zhiruo, his heart ached for a while, and he looked at the tall figure on the ring with a bit more hatred in his eyes.
Ma Wei stood in the crowd, clenching his fists fiercely.
From today on, the people of the Haisha Sect will disappear in Jiangnan, and all the properties of the Haisha Sect in Jiangnan will belong to his Giant Whale Gang!
Yuan Cai stood there, his body stiff, there were large beads of sweat on his forehead, and his back was wet.
After a brief silence, the dark crowd burst into earth-shattering cheers.
"Master Li's magical skills are unparalleled and powerful in the martial arts world!"
"Master Li's magical skills are unparalleled and powerful in the martial arts world!"
Waves of cheers were like the waves of Qiantang, one wave higher than the other.
These people on the street have no fixed position at all. If Shaolin wins, they will praise Shaolin. When Divine Fist Li Zhige won, they cheered for Divine Fist Li Zhige.
They just came to join in the fun.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Li Zhige's figure was infinitely taller and majestic, as if exaggerating the dazzling light.
On the other hand, the two masters Kong Wen and Kong Zhi below the ring looked as dejected as defeated dogs.
Li Zhige looked at the crowded crowd, raised his hand, and the entire river bank immediately became quiet. Everyone looked at the radiant figure, raised their ears, and did not make any noise.
Li Zhige turned to the pale Master Kongwen and asked in a calm tone, "Master Kongwen, you haven't answered Li's question just now."
"Who fell into the devil's path?"
The calm voice sounded like thunder in Abbot Kongwen's ears. His body trembled, and his whole body became a bit older and more decadent.
Looking up at the young man on the ring, he could hear the abbot smacking his lips, but no sound came out.
For a moment, Abbot Kongwen seemed to have made a decision. He resolutely raised his feet and walked towards the ring with a firm look in his eyes. Every step he took seemed like the towering Song Mountain was pressing down on him, extremely heavy.
Master Kongzhi watched his senior brother walk towards the ring. He already understood what his senior brother was going to do. His eyes showed no unbearability, and he clasped his hands together and silently recited Amitabha.
The dark crowd looked at Abbot Kongwen who was walking towards the ring with confusion.
Someone asked in a low voice, "Master Li has already defeated the Great Arhat Formation. Could it be that Master Kongwen refuses to admit defeat and wants to challenge Master Li personally?"
Someone next to him immediately replied, "Although Master Kongwen is the abbot of Shaolin, his martial arts skills are not higher than Master Jue. If he goes up to challenge Master Li, he will be humiliating himself."
"Then what does Master Kongwen do in the ring?"
"have no idea."
Compared with a group of passers-by, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Mo Shenggu, He Taichong and his wife and others guessed what Abbot Kongwen was going to do next. They looked at the young man who was a head taller than ordinary people, and their eyes unknowingly showed a little more. Very awe.
Shaolin has been established for thousands of years. There are not many people who can force Shaolin to bow its head, but there are definitely not many.
The last person who forced Shaolin to bow his head was the ever-powerful and invincible Zhang Zhenren.
Seeing Abbot Kongwen walking onto the ring, Yin Tianzheng sneered and said, "This old monk is quite responsible."
Under the eyes of everyone, every step Abbot Kong Wen took was extremely heavy. He finally walked to the ring and walked in front of Li Zhige.
Looking at Li Zhige, Abbot Kongwen's face turned pale. He clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha in a hoarse voice.
Turning to face the dark crowd, Kongwen said loudly, "Today the heroes of the world are in front of us. Kongwen invites the heroes of the world to be witnesses."
"Lao Na Kong heard that he wanted to seize the Yitian Sword and committed greed. He slandered Master Li and violated the precept of lying. Master Li is not a demon, it's Lao Na who fell into the demon world."
"What I did today was all my decision-making alone and had nothing to do with Shaolin."
"Since I have entered the devil's path, I should restrain myself here and avoid facing the heroes of the world!"
After finishing speaking, Kong Wen turned to face Li Zhige. He clasped his hands, bowed deeply to Li Zhige, and said calmly, "Master Li, I fell into the devil's way. In this demon-suppressing conference, all the heroes of the world are in front of me. Please, please You killed me here, don't blame Shaolin."
Li Zhige looked calm and nodded, "Okay."
Kong Wen slowly closed his eyes, a relaxed smile finally appeared on his pale face, and murmured to himself, "Buddha, this disciple should fall into the endless hell to repent."
"Master Abbot!!!"
In the Western Zhou Dynasty of the arena, some of the remaining Luohan Hall disciples were filled with jealousy and widened their eyes.
Kong Zhi couldn't bear to close his eyes and said softly, "Amitabha, Buddha is merciful, Brother Kong Wen is merciful."
Li Zhige raised his hand and pointed his palm in the air under the bald head.
There is no right or wrong in this matter, only success or failure.
If Li Zhige is defeated, he will either be stripped of all his martial arts and be sent to Shaolin to face the wall for thirty years, or he will be beaten to death here first.
Shaolin was defeated, and Kong Wen took all the blame on himself to preserve Shaolin's reputation. In order to calm down Li Zhige's anger, he used his own life to bring an end to this demon-suppressing conference.
Li Zhige retracted his palm and stopped looking at Kong Wen.
The dark crowd was in an uproar.
The demon-suppressing conference ended in an anticlimactic manner. Divine Fist Li Zhige did not fall into the devil's path. The one who fell into the devil's path was Shaolin Master Kongwen.
Master Kongzhi opened his eyes, with tears in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Brother Kongwen, you should be reborn in bliss."
Looking at Li Zhige, Master Kongzhi performed a Buddhist salute and said calmly, "Master Li, Senior Brother Kongwen fell into the devil's path, thank you for helping him escape. Senior Brother Kongwen will not blame you, and neither will Shaolin." you."
Li Zhige shook his head and said, "Master Kongzhi, Li thinks that monks are just ordinary people, not Buddhas. What do you think?"
Master Kongzhi nodded, "Yes."
Li Zhige laughed, pointed at Master Kongzhi and said with a smile, "Master Kongzhi, if there are more sober and intelligent monks like you in Shaolin, then Shaolin will naturally not decline. If the monks in Shaolin are still stupid, then it will be Not sure."
Kong Zhi replied expressionlessly, "Bishop Li's teachings, young monks' teachings, and Shaolin's teachings."
After saying that, Kong Zhi walked to the ring and carried Kong Wen on his shoulders.
Seeing Kongzhi approaching, followed by a group of dejected Luohan Hall disciples, the dark crowd made way for them and pointed at them, their eyes no longer showing the awe they had for the eminent monks in the past.
Li Zhige stretched out his hand and pulled down the banner hanging on the pillar of the arena. He looked at Song Yuanqiao and the others and said with a smile, "Kong heard that his body was dead and his soul was gone. Do you think there are still demons in Qiantang?"
Song Yuanqiao cupped his fists towards Li Zhige and said with a smile, "The Wudang Clan didn't see it."
He Taichong and Ban Shuxian looked at each other. Facing Li Zhige, they in Kunlun did not dare to be as casual as Wudang.
After respectfully bowing his hands to Li Zhige, He Taichong said in a deep voice, "Kong Wen is the devil. Now that Kong Wen is dead, there are no more devils in Qiantang."
Kongtong Five Elders and Huashan Xianyu Tong had flattering smiles on their faces and hurriedly followed up to express their stance.
Li Zhige nodded with satisfaction, looked at the dark crowd, and said loudly, "Dear martial arts comrades, the Demon Suppression Conference is over. The Shenquan Sect is the landlord of Qiantang. You have come a long way, so be sure to stay and drink a glass of thin wine to let Li I will do my best to show my kindness to the landlord."
After Li Zhige finished speaking, the crowd immediately started shouting, "Since Master Li has spoken, why can't brothers leave after they have eaten and drank enough?"
"A certain family is shameless and asks Master Li for two more drinks!"
"Today Master Li's defeat of Shaolin is truly a great feat. I have to offer a toast to Master Li to express a certain family's admiration for Master Li."
Looking at the dark crowd, Li Zhige had a smile on his face and said to Ma Wei, "Ma Gang Leader, please help arrange a banquet. Li wants to entertain heroes from all walks of life."
Ma Wei's face was full of excitement. He trotted forward and beat his chest loudly. "Master Li, leave these trivial matters to me. I will never neglect the heroes of all walks of life."
Looking at the disciples of the Emei Sect who were about to leave with Shaolin, Ma Wei lowered his voice, made a gesture of wiping his neck, and asked in a low voice, "Master Li, those Emei disciples, do you want...?"
Li Zhige glanced at the people in Emei who were leaving, shook his head and said, "Let them go. Li can kill Mie. If they have the ability, they can also kill Li."
