Xia Chuchen knew that Su Wu recognized Song Yutong, so he did not think that Su Wu's words were inappropriate.

But Song Junjie felt that Su Wu did not take his cousin Song Yutong seriously at all. He said with a slight smile: "My cousin Song Yutong was also a special student back then, and now he is a martial artist in the fifth realm. Most of her collections come from the fifth realm, or even the sixth realm calligraphy master. If your calligraphy is collected by my cousin, it will be a good thing for you."

He was obviously showing off Song Yutong.

Su Wu smiled, "I said, let your cousin come to me."

Song Junjie's face darkened, and Su Wu was too arrogant.

"Call your cousin and I'm in Nanshan Park now."

Su Wu said, and had already taken Xia Chuchen away.

"It's really arrogant."

Song Junjie sneered, took out his cell phone and called Song Yutong.

"Junjie, is there anything wrong?" asked Song Yutong on the other end of the phone.

"Cousin, don't you like Su Wu's Ding Fengbo? I originally wanted to pay for Su Wu's calligraphy, but he refused. He said that unless you came forward in person, he would never sell his calligraphy." Song Junjie said coldly: "Su Wu is too arrogant."

"You met Su Wu?" Song Yutong was slightly stunned.

"Yes, he is in Nanshan Park now." Song Junjie said.

"I understand, I'll go there now." Song Yutong said.

Song Junjie was stunned. My cousin was really willing to come here in person. Did I hear it wrong?

Song Yutong has already hung up the phone.

On the other hand, Xia Chuchen suddenly stopped, and the light energy in her body suddenly became rioted.

"What's wrong?" Su Wu asked.

Before Xia Chuchen could answer, a laugh suddenly came: "It's not a pity that he is the teacher's successor, but he can actually sense the existence of me."

A monk in white robe walked out of the crowd behind him.

It's actually empty!

Su Wu's face was solemn.

The light energy in Xia Chuchen's body became increasingly rioted.

"The power of light is not something that you just a woman can control."

Kong Jian laughed and said, "That energy is given to me. It may be better for you to be an ordinary person."

As he said that, he reached out to Xia Chuchen, and the golden Buddha light spread from his palms, shining in all directions.

All the tourists around were shocked and fled in all directions.

"Amitabha……"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Xia Chuchen and raised his hand to meet him.

With a sound of touch, the two palms intersected, the air waves rolled back, and all the shops and things around instantly turned into ashes.

In the distance, when Song Junjie saw this scene, his pupils shrank and he hurriedly found a place to hide.

"Senior brother, don't be fine." Kotoshi chuckled, and he grabbed a string of rosary with one hand and pinched the seal with the other hand. The five fingers were moving, as if holding a lotus in his hand.

"Junior brother, you have made great efforts in picking flowers. Senior brother is ashamed of himself." Kong Xiang smiled, and his stuttering disappeared.

Su Wu seriously suspected that Kong Xiang was pretending to be a god and a ghost before.

"Senior Brother, you taught me the fingering method of picking flowers." Kong Jian smiled and pointed out.

Kong Xiang also greeted him with the fingering method of picking flowers.

The two fingers intersected, Kong Xiang and Kong Jian took three steps back at the same time.

The two were evenly matched.

"I heard it like this..."

I plucked the rosary and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

"I heard it like this..."

Kong Xiang also began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

A huge arhat appeared behind the two at the same time.

Even if it is several kilometers away, you can see two huge golden arhats standing up slowly on the top of Nanshan Park.

"Senior brother, tell you a bad news and a good news. Which one do you want to listen to first?" Kong Jian said with a smile.

"Young brother might as well talk to each other." Kong Xiang said.

"Hey, junior brother, I'd better tell you the bad news first." Kong Jian said with a smile: "Brother Gu is here too."

Huoying's complexion remains unchanged.

Su Wu was shocked. Gu Qingyang actually came too. Could it be that he came for Taizu Mountain? Where is he hiding now?

The golden arhat behind the hollow appearance suddenly turned sideways and reached out to grab a forest in the distance.

"boom!"

There are digits in the forest that squirt like spring water, resisting the golden arhat's big hand.

Kongjian took the opportunity to take action, and the golden arhat behind him reached out to Xia Chuchen and grabbed it.

Su Wu pulled Xia Chuchen back and retreated quickly.

However, how could Kojima let Su Wu and Xia Chuchen escape? The golden big hand covered the sky and the sun and grabbed it.

"retreat!"

A sound suddenly came into Su Wu's ears.

Su Wu pulled Xia Chuchen and retreated violently.

An extremely large thunder and lightning fell from the sky and struck the Arhat's big hand. Most of the Arhat's body collapsed instantly.

"Who?" Kong Jian's face darkened.

"It's your Song family grandfather." A laugh came from behind Kong Jian.

Su Wu looked at it with a happy look on his face. It turned out that he was indeed the village chief.

Behind Soraji, there is a middle-aged man riding a giant wolf. Who is it not the village chief?

Not far away, Kong Xiang, who was fighting Gu Qingyang, was fine when Xia Chuchen was fine and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The little monk's grandfather has long passed away." Koji turned around and looked at the village chief and smiled.

"I am your godfather." The village chief smiled.

"It depends on whether you are qualified."

Kong Jian sneered, the golden arhat behind him suddenly turned into an eight-armed arhat. The arhat was holding a knife, gun, sword, halberd, shield, fork, bottle, and mirror in his hand.

"The Eight-Armed Arhat Sutra of Chanyue Temple." The village chief looked solemn, jumped off the wolf's body, and thunder and lightning were everywhere.

The head wolf hurriedly retreated.

Field armed!

The village chief was like wearing blue armor.

At the same time, he grabbed the void and Hull, a golden chain more than two meters long, appeared in his hands.

"Golden Thunder Chain, you are Song Tianlong." Kong Jian's face changed slightly.

"Hey, I didn't expect that someone would remember my name." The village chief smiled.

"Song Tianlong, what is Xia Chuchen's relationship with you?" Kong Jian frowned: "Do you have to get along with me?"

"Mr. Song doesn't know what summer morning and winter morning." The village chief smiled.

"Since that's the case, why do you want to stop the poor monk?" said Koji.

"It's all your business." The village chief smiled: "I do whatever I like."

"Song Tianlong, do you think I, Kongjian, are you afraid of you?" Kongjian sneered, and the eight-armed Arhat waved the weapon in his hand to attack the village chief.

Knife, gun, sword, halberd, and fork are powerful weapons for attacks. Shields are defenses. Bottles can collect energy and mirrors can reflect attacks.

This eight-armed Arhat is so terrifying that even the village chief has to do his best to deal with it.

The village chief waved the golden chain in his hand, and the chains passed by brought a series of thunderstorms, which resounded continuously.

No matter how the eight-armed Arhat attacks, it cannot attack the defensive circle formed by the golden chain.
Chapter completed!