Doomsday Sanctuary

When Di Ping saw Xingzhi come to power, his body was hidden. He was afraid that Xingzhi would recognize himself and break his plan.

Xingchi came to the stage and slowly opened the wooden box. Yang Yantai nodded respectfully to Xingchi, and then took out a palm-sized plant from the wooden box with three long leaves. The leaves grew like gladiolus, and the whole was dark green.

Di Ping recognized it as Bone Forging Grass at a glance. He didn't expect that there was Bone Forging Grass in this space, but he was even more puzzled about how they got into the space to obtain this Spirit Grass. The danger in the space is the most dangerous. I realized that mutant beasts are powerful, crises are clusters, and there is a void storm at the passage.

Yang Yantai took the spirit grass and showed it to everyone, then slowly said, "Look, this is the spirit grass!"

The people below all craned their necks to look at the spirit grass in Yang Yantai's hand, with surprise in their eyes, and some people even whispered.

"Chief Yang, what's the use of this spirit grass?"

Suddenly someone below asked loudly.

"Yeah! Chief Yang quickly talk about the use of this grass, it looks pretty ordinary!"

"This looks like weeds, can it increase strength?"

"That's right! I think it's like this everywhere in the wild, isn't it bluffing?"

This shout actually stabbed the hornet's nest, and there was a lot of discussion underneath, like a vegetable market.

Yang Yantai burst into sweat for a while, he hurriedly put the spirit grass into the box, arched his hands around, and then said loudly: "Please be quiet! Please be quiet!"

With his shout, the audience calmed down. Everyone looked at him. Yang Yantai continued: "We have used one of this spirit grass, and it does strengthen the bones and muscles. I can assure everyone of this. I have nothing to say. lie!"

"Who knows that this is true or false? How do we know it was not a lie to us?"

"Yes, unless you use it to let me try it out!"

"Yes, try it for me!"

"Why give it to you, let me try!"

The audience suddenly turned into a pot of porridge, and many people were gearing up, as if they were about to take a fight.

Di Ping saw the clearest, one of them was booing, followed by Chen Qingan, who was talking to Hua Qingyang. He was obviously booing, and his words were full of provocative meaning.

Seeing the chaos in the audience again, Yang Yantai raised his voice again and said: "Everyone... everybody, there is only one spiritual grass, we definitely can't give everyone a try. Now... I will introduce one person for everyone, Believe his words, you must believe it!" He said respectfully to the middle-aged monk who had been standing quietly by the side of the stage: "Uncle Dezheng, please get on and off the stage!"

When the middle-aged monk heard the words, there were two bright eyes in his eyes, and if it was true, all those who looked at him felt a tingling pain. The air in the hall condensed, and everyone immediately closed their mouths and looked towards Dezheng's eyes flashed with amazement.

Yang Yantai introduced to everyone: "This is the Shaolin Luohantang in charge of Zen Master Dezheng!"

"Master Dezheng!"

"Uncle Dezheng Master!"

Many people in the audience knew Dezheng, and they immediately got up and respectfully saluted Master Dezheng, and more than half stood up.

Seeing Master Dezheng on stage, Chen Qing'an showed disappointment in his eyes, but he did not booze any more, but shrank his head and did not speak.

Di Ping also raised his eyelids when he saw this. It seems that Shaolin's power on this land is really extraordinary. So many powers are more or less related to Shaolin. Once they integrate these forces, their strength will change. Extremely powerful.

"Amitabha!"

Master Dezheng stood up with one hand and made a Zen ritual to the audience, chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, and the treasure is solemn, really a bit high monk.

Yang Yantai's waist was straighter at this time, and he clasped his fists and said loudly: "This spirit grass is the new self-experimented by Zen Master Dezheng. If you don't believe me, Zen Master Dezheng can believe it?"

"Amitabha!"

Dezheng once again chanted the Buddha's horn. The sound was not loud but it sounded like a golden bell. The trembling hall buzzed, and the hearts of everyone who shook were jumping wildly. Many people changed their faces, and the audience became silent. Dezheng seemed to be very satisfied with the current effect, and said: "The monks don't speak any words, the spirit grass is tried by the poor wounded himself, and it does strengthen the bones and muscles. According to the poor monk, one can increase nearly a layer of skill!"

Hum!

The audience suddenly seemed like hundreds of ducks rushing into the venue. They blew their nests and talked a lot. There were red lights in the eyes of many people, and their breathing became rapid. A spirit grass can increase a layer of strength. How terrible it is, if you take a few more, the strength is still going up!

Dezheng did not speak, and stood on the stage quietly watching the crowd roaring. Yang Yantai wanted to step forward to stop it but was stopped by Dezheng shook his head.

Some people talked, but some people couldn’t sit still. They just heard someone asking loudly: "Master Dezheng, I believe what you said, but I want to know why Shaolin didn’t pick it by himself but instead recruited us since this spiritual grass is useful. Collect together, is there any danger in this?"

This question was not someone else, it was Hua Qinghua, who stood in the crowd and asked Dezheng with a fist.

His sentence was sudden, but it was the heart of many people. Many people stared at Dezheng, with questions in their eyes, waiting for his answer.