You're exposed.
Long Fei remained calm.
The woman in white smiled at Long Fei.
The two of them seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.
…
The Martial Cultivation assessment began.
In the central plaza of the Buddhist city, a thousand martial monks walked out with vajra staffs in their hands.
The Martial Cultivation Examination was not a challenge to each other, but a challenge to a monk.
"It really is different."
Piccolo cupped his fists and said excitedly, "Great chef, the martial monk who held us in prison yesterday is also inside. Don't get in my way, otherwise, I will definitely beat him until he looks for his teeth all over the ground."
Long Fei asked, "The Martial Cultivation Examination only wants to challenge the monks. What about the people who pass the examination?"
Young Master Kuo looked at the sky and said, "After today's assessment, 100 people will enter the Heavenly Palace of Bliss!"
"The Heavenly Palace of Bliss is the best testing ground."
"Greetings, Lord Buddha!"
Piccolo said, "Although it's said to meet the Lord Buddha, it's actually just receiving the Holy Buddha's baptism in the main hall of the Lord Buddha. Let's see who can persevere to the end."
"No one can decide who will become the Holy Son."
Long Fei nodded slightly and said, "Looks like there are quite a lot of tricks."
"Saint!"
"Buddha Root!"
"I'm getting it!"
Long Fei couldn't help but clench his fists.
At this moment.
Young Master Kuo's father, the Great Elder of the Buddhist Justice Temple, walked onto the arena and said, "The martial cultivation assessment will now begin. Only 100 people will have the right to enter the Heavenly Bliss Palace."
"I hope you can prove yourselves with your full strength."
"Don't be like some people who resort to trickery. You will only bring shame to your family."
Young Master Kuo's eyes darkened.
Long Fei lightly patted his shoulder and said, "Prove it to him. Proving yourself is equivalent to slapping his face."
The young master nodded heavily.
"Ha!"
The thousand monks shouted together, their might extraordinary.
Piccolo rubbed his palms together and said excitedly, "It is said that martial monks are the strongest people in Buddha City, all of them have super strong Buddhist holy power."
"Today, I will definitely trample them flat."
During the conversation.
A thousand examinees whose names were called walked forward.
"Ha!"
One of them was a man with a swastika tattoo on his back.
"Fight!"
"Begin!"
"Bang, bang, bang …"
A series of explosions rang out, and before anyone could react, all 1,000 challengers were sent flying. Not a single one of them succeeded in their challenge.
"All failed!"
"Next batch!"
Long Fei's eyes widened. "Damn, so fast."
Young Master Kuo said, "These martial monks are very strong. Their bodies have been baptized by the Buddha's light. Their vajra bones are hard to injure."
Half a minute later …
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Another large group of examinees was sent flying.
Each of them could take at least ten moves.
The warrior monks were incomparably powerful!
"Too strong!"
"These monks are too strong. Who can pass the test?"
"Absolutely not."
"What kind of Saint Selection is this? Maybe the Saint has already been eliminated."
"I'm an awakened Swastika, you can't do this to me. I'm the future Martial Buddha, I'm the future Martial Buddha …"
"I'm a Saint!"
…
All sorts of discussions broke out in the crowd.
Two batches of challengers were defeated, and the monks were unharmed.
The difference in strength was too great.
The martial monks were the elite guards of the Buddha City, and they were also the strongest people. The entire Buddha City relied on them to fight against the Evil Spirit, so their cultivation was naturally not simple.
"I have a list for the next batch!" Piccolo laughed excitedly, "Watch how I cripple them."
"Next batch!"
Piccolo walked forward excitedly, "Watch how I'll take care of them."
Piccolo walked forward with large strides, he directly walked in front of the monk who had captured him yesterday, and said: "Yesterday you were a martial monk, so I didn't dare to touch you. Today you are my test target, so I will beat you to the ground."
The monk was expressionless.
Piccolo said: "Ignore it as much as you want!"
"Challenge, begin!"
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Piccolo's entire body moved, his muscles bulging out, the clothes on his upper body immediately burst apart, his muscles were defined, filled with explosive power.
However …
The swastika mark on his back did not appear.
It was not because it had disappeared.
It was because a person with the true swastika mark would not have a big swastika on his back like a 250, but would hide it on his body.
The monk's eyes moved, and the King Kong Rod in his hand chopped down!
The shadow of the rod filled the sky.
It came crashing down heavily. The power of this move was extremely strong.
Piccolo took a step forward, standing there unmoving like a boulder, "Come!"
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The King Kong Rod heavily smashed onto his head. In that instant, the Buddhist light on Piccolo's body flashed, and the swastika mark on his back suddenly appeared.
"Buzz!"
His fists were like heavy cannons as he blocked the rod and punched out at the same time.
"Bang rumble rumble!"
The monk's chest caved in and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire body continuously retreated.
Piccolo did not let go, he quickly advanced, one step at a time, "I said that I would knock you down, so I will definitely knock you down."
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After a series of critical strikes, the monk could not take it anymore and was knocked to the ground by Piccolo. Piccolo said in disdain: "Is this good? So what if you are a martial monk? I will become a martial buddha! "
The monk's eyes darkened as he stared at Piccolo.
However.
At this time, Piccolo directly ignored him.
"The challenge is over!"
Out of the thousand people, only Piccolo had won.
Everyone looked at Piccolo.
Piccolo swept his gaze across the entire arena, acting like a retard as he shouted heavily, "Do you know what the swastika mark is? "You fakes."
"Tsk!"
It was a flashy stroke.
Piccolo walked back to Long Fei's side and laughed: "Great chef, how is it? Isn't it cool enough? "
The young master said: "It's too ostentatious, you will become the Evil Spirit Race's main target of attack, you have already been completely exposed."
Long Fei looked at Piccolo and said: "Isn't it cool?"
Piccolo's face was ashen, he was speechless.
"Next batch!"
Another sound rang out.
The young master said excitedly, "It's my turn."
Piccolo looked at the young master with disdain and said, "Let's see how you can hide yourself."
At this moment.
The eyes of the young master's father moved slightly. He was replaced by a new monk. He should be the chief monk of the Warrior-monk Hall, and also the strongest monk.
Without waiting for the young master to choose.
The warrior monk stood directly in front of Young Master Kuo and said, "Your opponent is me!"
Kuo looked at his father and thought to himself, "Mother, I will prove myself to you. I will prove myself to everyone."
"Challenge begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Suddenly.
With a flash of white robes, a monk was forced back several hundred meters.
The white-robed woman defeated the monk in an instant.
The crowd was dumbfounded.
His martial strength was so strong that he could kill in an instant.
Long Fei's eyes turned cold. "So strong!"
Also at this time.
Young Master Kuo was forced to retreat.
He was on the verge of being eliminated. In the end …
Young Master Kuo's eyes widened, "Ah!"
With a roar, the swastika mark on his back suddenly emitted a beam of light. He moved his fists and directly smashed the vajra staff into pieces.
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