"Who is this person?"
Among the crowded crowd, Yan Ruyu stared at Chu Feng, a trace of doubt flashing across her beautiful face.
Due to her status, except for this Buddhist scripture study, she rarely goes out and doesn't know much about people outside.
Bian lived up to his expectations and said with a smile: "I have never even heard of Shiva in Buddhism. He is known as the god of reproduction. Almost all the people in the first level are his descendants."
born. The word "reproduction", Bian lived up to this mean-spirited guy when he said it, he bit it very hard.
Yan Ruyufeng's eyes froze, and a long blush appeared on her long and fair neck. She glared at Chu Feng's back and spat: "This evil Buddha"
Bian Buhua didn't think so. He shook his head and said: "The love between a man and a woman is normal. Reproduction is the instinct of living beings. Shiva is born as the god of reproduction. His ability in that area is unparalleled in the world. Looking for It’s nothing unusual for some people to spread seeds.”
Although Yan Ruyu has strong cultivation, as a woman, she still has psychological barriers to discussing such things. She snorted coldly and ignored her.
As a wretched, dark and vicious person, how could Bian Fulai miss such a good opportunity to disturb the mood of Yan Ruyu, a noble demon princess.
"One time, I went to visit Lord Shiva. The scene was so shocking. Lord Shiva, one person transformed into three thousand people, and he was not ashamed with three thousand women at the same time. The sound was so unbearable that it shook hundreds of miles."
"I thought I could get a piece of the pie, but I didn't expect that this bald man was so possessive that he wouldn't even let me touch him."
After saying that, Bian Fulai glared at Chu Feng's back.
Little did he know that the Shiva in his mouth was already dead. Standing in front of him now was another person.
And prepare to cheat him.
"Have you said enough?"
Yan Ruyu's pretty face was full of murderous intent. She was not a fool. She knew that Bian Fulai was deliberately using such words to disgust her.
Bian Fulai wanted to say more, but he found hundreds of pairs of eyes around him looking at him, and many people looked at him with contempt. He coughed a few times and looked at Chu Feng.
At this time, Chu Feng had already walked in front of Jin Chanzi.
Compared with Jin Chanzi, who has delicate features, red lips and white teeth, Shivatian possessed by Chu Feng is tall, with a wide mouth, a square face like a carving, and thick eyebrows like a knife. He is a first-rate man.
Jin Chanzi, who was a head shorter in stature, had his hands clasped together and his head held high, with a smile on his face that made countless people feel like they were in the spring breeze and made every girl in the world feel excited.
"The young monk is very happy that the Bodhisattva can participate in this conference."
As a senior monk who was the nephew of the Buddha, Chu Feng stretched out his rough hands and patted Jin Chanzi on the shoulder like a junior, and said with a smile: "Jin Chanzi, you have just started Buddhism. From now on, The road ahead is still very long, so I should seek advice from the eminent monks present."
Around them, the monks who had objections because Chu Feng didn't come on time saw Chu Feng praising them and took back what he was about to say.
Jin Chanzi had a humble personality and did not resist Chu Feng's words at all. She recited a Buddhist name and respectfully invited Chu Feng to come up and preside over the Buddhist conference.
"In this case, the poor monk has to do his duty."
Chu Feng walked up the sapphire steps to the high platform without ceremony.
Looking past, a group of people from various sects looked cold and said: "Today is a grand ceremony of the Buddhist sect. You are deliberately causing trouble. Do you think that there is no one in our Buddhist sect?"
So many monks were injured in a short period of time! It can be said to be a serious provocation. Jin Chanzi was soft-tempered and did not fall out.
As a person who is ready to cause trouble, Chu Feng will certainly not miss this excuse.
The people below suddenly became excited, and all kinds of unpleasant words were said one after another.
"Old **, don't think that because you are high in cultivation, we are afraid of you."
"There are so many of us, and even one of us can drown you with a mouthful of foam."
"I was just asking for advice, but I didn't expect you Buddhists to be so careless."
…
"Everyone shut up"
On the stage, Chu Feng opened his mouth wide and performed a stunt that he had not performed for a long time, roaring proudly.
A dazzling white light, like a Tyrannosaurus rex, pushed across and penetrated the thick human wall.
Of course, the people standing here either have extremely high cultivation levels or have powerful secret treasures, so they cannot be killed by Chu Feng's indifferent words.
"Ah..., poof, it hurts"
"Old ****, do it if you say so"
…
Hundreds and thousands of people from various sects were pushed back on the spot, and people from various sects outside Thousand Buddhas yelled and cursed.
The leader, Bian, was unfazed and looked gloomy.
"Shiva, no matter how big your Buddhism is, you can't cover the sky with one hand."
Chu Feng walked to the edge of the stage and looked at the guy who was about to become the scapegoat with a half-smile.
Bian Fulai obviously knew that his cultivation level was far from Chu Feng's opponent, so he said a little vainly: "There are tens of thousands of people from various schools standing behind me. If you really take action, you will be the one who suffers."
Chu Feng chuckled.
"Since you like to compete, poor monk, let me compete with you."
What?
Compete with yourself!
Bian was so scared that he almost peed.
His cultivation level is no more than that of Daluo Jinxian. The senior on the stage was at the peak of Daluo Jinxian more than 100,000 years ago.
When it comes to fighting, it's definitely looking for abuse.
"I'll fight you"
Yan Ruyu, who lived up to her expectations, stepped forward.
Bian Fuli hurriedly grabbed her and said through a message: "You are no match for him."
Yan Ruyu shook off her side and wiped the place where their skin touched with a handkerchief with a look of disgust, and said through the voice: "So kind!"
Bian Fuli's old face darkened and he said angrily: "After what happened last time, the Green Dragon King next to your father sent a spiritual message to me, asking me to help you, otherwise I will look good."
Yan Ruyu didn't know whether Bian Fulai was telling the truth or a lie, so she snorted and stopped talking.
On the stage, Chu Feng was scared when he saw Yan Ruyu, and turned to provoke people from other schools.
"It was just a small lesson. The Holy Land of Buddhism is not for you to be arrogant. Next time, the poor monk can crush you all with one finger."
So arrogant! Is this what the master said?
The monks were disheveled in the breeze.
At the bottom of the steps, Jin Chanzi woke up from her daze and hurriedly sent a message to Chu Feng.
"Bodhisattva, don't act rashly!"
This senior is obviously an old monk who has lived for countless thousands of years, yet he acts like a young man.
Jin Chanzi was very puzzled.
Chu Feng ignored her and pointed directly at the demon princess Yan Ruyu.
"Princess of the demon tribe, you just injured many eminent monks, you must give an explanation to the poor monks."
Yan Ruyu was born in a noble family, with great qualifications and arrogance. After hearing this, she said in a cold voice: "Everyone depends on their ability in the competition. The eminent monk you mentioned is not very capable. If he loses, who can blame him?"
At the bottom of the steps, the monks looked ashamed.
In the fight just now, the injury rate of Buddhists was much higher than that of people from other schools.
Of course, the main reason is that the cultivation levels are not equal.
Chu Feng laughed and said: "Everyone depends on his own ability. The poor monk is about to ask the princess for advice."
