Text Chapter 997 Super Soy Sauce

"Are all your Tibetan Tantric masters dead?"

This provocation from Rastun finally aroused a tantric counterattack. A monk next to Master Pubu snorted coldly, "Ignorant kids from India don't know the profoundness of my Tantric Dharma and Kung Fu. They only know how to do it here." You are barking, you have no Zen practice at all, and you are simply embarrassing the Buddha!"

"Yes, he is just a guy with a simple mind and well-developed limbs. He has learned a little bit of kung fu and challenged a few low-level tantric monks. He thinks he is really invincible. What a joke!" Another tantric monk said. The monk continued.

"You...you two, do you dare to fight with me?" Lars said angrily.

"For a frog in the well like you, this sect doesn't even bother to fight with you."

"..."

The war of words started magnificently.

Rumors are all beautified and exaggerated, especially rumors in the world. Qin Lang once heard rumors that the eminent monks of the two sects of Sutra and Tantric sects debated Buddhist scriptures, and their mouths were full of lotus flowers. They debated for three days and three nights without eating, drinking, or sleeping, with no outcome. It sounds like an eminent monk, so impressive. But now that I think about it carefully, I'm afraid the reality is much dirtier than imagined. Just like the current scene, the monks scolding each other may not be any better than the shrews in the mountain village. Even worse than a village shrew. Some women in the countryside can curse for days and nights because they have lost a chicken, and they can curse for days and nights without knowing their opponent or target. This skill is probably beyond the reach of these eminent monks.

The difference is that the abuses among eminent monks are called "debating essays", while the abuses by village women can only be called sarcasm.

Fortunately, this scolding battle only lasted half an hour and ended. I thought that Chinese writing was profound and profound, especially the endless variety of curse words, which monks from India could never match.

After the scolding battle was completely defeated, an old Indian monk sneered: "Is it possible that the famous Tibetan Tantric Buddhism just knows a little bit about words?"

"No. If you want to talk about kung fu, we will fight with words; if you want to talk about kung fu, we will naturally fight with kung fu. In our eyes, you are all foreign monks, so there is nothing to fear!" Master Qu Zeng said.

Hearing this, Qin Lang knew that he couldn't hide, so he got up and came to the field and said to Lars: "Shit, you can do it."

"Han dog, looking for death——"

Rastun roared, sounding like a lion, and at the same time, the muscles and bones of his whole body made a "snap" sound, and his body rapidly increased, making him like an angry black-faced King Kong, with a strong and fierce aura released all over his body.

The energy of the earthly evil poured into Rastun's body continuously, which made Qin Lang realize that this person had completely understood the mysteries of the grounding realm, allowing him to utilize the energy of the earthly evil to the extreme. However, Qin Lang knew that Ras Dun's ability should be more than that simple, otherwise he would not be able to easily kill the seven young masters of the Tantric Sect, and it is said that one of the masters of the Tongtian realm was killed by Ras Dun.

Rastun has a cultivation level in the Ground Realm, and he has killed a master in the Tongtian Realm. On the other hand, Qin Lang only has a cultivation level in the Concentration Realm, so neither the enemy nor we seem to think highly of Qin Lang. However, Master Qu Zeng showed a calm expression, because he had made full preparations. Qin Lang was actually just a pawn exploring the road. The real master Qu Zeng arranged had not yet appeared. He just wanted to try it through Qin Lang. Ras Dun's strength is deep, so the master selected by Qu Zeng can easily defeat Ras Dun.

Another point is that Master Qu Zeng actually doesn’t want to be at odds with Xianzong. In his opinion, Qin Lang is actually a hot potato. After all, he got some news that Qin Lang may be the descendant of the Poison Sect, although the Poison Sect has long existed in name only. , but there is no reason for Tantric Buddhism to have an enmity or go to war with Sutra Buddhism over an unrelated person. If it were not for the sake of giving face to Master Tufan, Qu Zeng and others would not admit that Qin Lang was the Vajra Protector of the Tantric Sect. But now it's better, let Qin Lang challenge Rastun and die in the hands of this Indian Buddhist, and it's over.

However, what happened next was something that no one on both sides expected: Qin Lang, as a pawn and a soy sauce, suddenly showed his power!

Qin Lang didn't even wait for Ras Dun to show his trump card, and rushed directly to Ras Dun.

Faced with Qin Lang's "suicidal sprint", Lars Dun sneered disdainfully, thinking that Qin Lang was just looking for death, because the strength that Lars Dun knew had completely reached the level of the Tongtian Realm, and the opponent was only at the level of the Concentration Realm. Not enough to warm him up!

Raskun looked at Qin Lang with a mocking tone, and at the same time concentrated all his energy into his fists. He was going to kill Qin Lang with one blow, and he wanted to blow up Qin Lang's entire body, making these damn tantric lamas miserable. His fierceness.

However, just as Qin Lang rushed forward, his speed increased suddenly, and at the same time, a strange spiritual energy vortex was formed around his body. The spiritual energy like water mist surrounded his body, making his figure look a little... Misty, at the same time, Rastun began to feel that the movement of his own true energy seemed to be extremely unsmooth, and he was suddenly unable to absorb the earthly evil energy through his feet, which caused a little stagnation in the movement of his whole body's true energy.

At this moment, Qin Lang had arrived two meters in front of Ras Dun. Ras Dun was a little unclear about Qin Lang's true strength. He could only strengthen the Gangqi defense on the one hand, and blast Qin Lang with his fists on the other. . When the Gang Qi formed by Las Dun's fists hit Qin Lang's body-protecting Gang Qi, he suddenly felt an unprecedented obstacle.

Qin Lang's Gang Qi only covers a distance of one foot around his body. It seems to be very fragile, but in fact it is extremely strong. It should be said to be unusually tough, because the Gang Qi released by Las Dun's fist is not only unable to advance even an inch, but is even blocked. Qin Lang's body-protecting energy was absorbed, causing Rastun's fist to sluggish for a moment.

It was this moment of delay that led to Raschu's tragedy.

Qin Lang waved his palms, forming two huge crimson mantis knife-like auras. These two auras passed through Ras Dun's neck like scissors——

Mantis hangs its head!

Click!

A strange, crisp sound came from the field.

With this strange sound, Las Dun's body-protecting Qi was shattered, and his neck bones were broken.

Although martial arts masters are very tenacious in their vitality, they will definitely die if their necks are cut off. Rasjun seemed unable to believe what happened to him. He pressed his neck hard with his hands and said to Qin Lang with difficulty and unwillingness: "How...how is it possible...I...I am..."

"I know that you are already at the level of Tongtian Realm, and you have a secret method to hide your true strength. This is your trump card for winning in the past. If you didn't hide your skill, you would attack with all your strength from the beginning, or you wouldn't die. It’s such an embarrassment. It’s a pity that although it’s fun to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, it’s really stupid to still want to eat a tiger even though you’re a pig!” As soon as Qin Lang finished speaking, the blood on Ras Dun’s neck It's already gushing out like a fountain.