"Qingxuanzong Gu Qing, thirteenth from the left, number plate number twelve!"
As the ancient warrior of Wenzong below shouted loudly, Qingxuanzi and Luo Gu Po on the high platform above subconsciously glanced at each other.
Because Ji Wushou, the genius of the Gu sect, had drawn the number 11 just last moment, and now Gu Qing had drawn the number 12, it was obvious that the two of them were opponents in this round.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!”
Qing Xuanzi was greatly relieved.
After all, compared to the geniuses from the top three sects and those with perfect Qi realm, Ji Wushou's cultivation level is only at the late Qi realm.
Although Lingnan Gu Technique is very weird, at least in terms of cultivation, Gu Qing is not much worse than Ji Wushou. At most, the time to break through to the late Qi realm is shorter.
"It's okay!"
Po Luo Gu's mood is similar. To be honest, she is more afraid that the top geniuses will be drawn to number 12, so Ji Wushou may not be able to advance easily. .
Now, Gu Qing of Xuanzong of Qing Dynasty is undoubtedly the middle-ranking one among the top sixteen geniuses.
Even except for a few other people from Qing Xuanzong, almost no one would take Gu Qing seriously.
At this time, Luo Gupo still felt that her disciple was quite lucky, and he actually picked the weakest among the remaining people. It seemed that there would be no problem in advancing to the top eight.
The confrontation between Gu Qing and Ji Wushou obviously disappointed some people.
Because persimmons must be picked soft, Ji Wushou in the late Qi realm, especially Gu Qing in the late Qi realm, are undoubtedly the two softer persimmons.
It is a pity that luck cannot be explained clearly. When the three people of Qingxuanzong all had their own opponents, although they were very disappointed, they could only accept this result.
"Jingzhu of Songlin Temple, eighth from the left, number plate number three!"
"Xufeng of Tiandaofu, tenth from the left, number plate number five!"
"Tang Qinglian of the Tang Sect, sixteenth from the left , number plate No. 15!"
"Yuyutang Liu Yin, fourteenth from the left, number plate No. 6!"
"Gong Jia Gong Wei, third from the left, number plate No. ! ”
"..."
As the ancient warrior of Wen Zong continued to speak loudly, the outcome of the second round of the Hidden Dragon Conference gradually became clearer.
Some of them are happy and some are sad. For example, those who have drawn three super-first-class sect geniuses have gloomy faces.
Especially when everyone heard that Gong Wei from the Gong family had actually drawn number one, a strange look appeared on their faces, and some people even sighed.
The Gong family is good at music, but not good at close combat, especially this kind of arena duel, which greatly limits their performance.
The sound of the piano can affect people's minds. If it cooperates with people, it may have an effect of one plus one greater than two.
It is a pity that Gong Wei was unlucky and got the opponent Kong Zhengyang. This undoubtedly marked the end of her journey to this Qianlong Conference.
Whether it was Gong Ziyu, the head of the Gong family on the high platform, or Gong Wei who had drawn the number one number in the square below, their expressions were all ugly.
Compared with those of Qingxuanzong, this luck is extremely dark, but they have to accept this fact.
The other person who was in a bad mood was surprisingly the genius Liu Yin of the Beast Taming Hall.
Because he drew the number plate No. 6, and the number plate No. 5 was in the hands of Xu Feng, the number one genius in Tiandaofu.
Although Liu Yin is the number one genius in the Beast Taming Hall today, and his strength has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Realm, Naxufeng is just a monster of Tiandao Palace who has reached the realm in half a step.
And everyone knows that Lei Fane of Tiandao Palace has the strongest attack power among the ancient martial arts in the world. No matter how confident Liu Yin is in himself, he still feels that his chance of winning will not exceed 30%.
Now that the matter has come to this, there is no point in thinking about what is there and what is not. Although Liu Yin is in a bad mood, he can only accept the result.
Except for these two, Fu Ying, the genius of the Fu family, was obviously not in a good mood either.
Because the opponent she drew turned out to be Monk Jingzhu from Songlin Temple.
She knew that like Gong Wei, her journey to this Qianlong Conference would stop here.
These are the opponents of the three super-first-class sect geniuses. After this result came out, the other geniuses breathed a sigh of relief.
Since there are only sixteen people left, someone needs to face these three people after all.
As long as it is not themselves, then their chances of breaking into the final eight will definitely be greater.
In addition to these games, Mu Qingshuang from the Jin'e sect defeated Han Duan from the Alchemy Sect. Both of them are geniuses with perfect auras. It is still unclear who will win.
There is also a scene where Tang Qinglian from the Tang clan faces off against a genius from a medical family.
Relatively speaking, the onlookers are naturally more optimistic about Hua Susheng, who has a perfect aura.
After all, in the eyes of outsiders, except for a few people, they all think that Tang Qinglian only has the cultivation level of the late Qi realm.
There is only a small rank difference. Both are geniuses from first-class sect families. Naturally, Hua Susheng, who has perfect aura, has a greater chance of winning.
When the results of these seven games came out, there were only two people left in the field who had not yet drawn lots, which also attracted the attention of many people to these two people.
One of these people is Zhuge Lian, the first genius of the Wuhou family, a well-known genius who is good at Qimen formations and has reached the Great Perfection of Qi realm.
As for the other person, Qing Xuanzong temporarily joined Qin Yang before the Qianlong Conference started.
At the same time, he is also a strange genius whose reputation is unknown and many people have never heard of his name.
“There are only two boxes left, no need to smoke anymore, right?”
In the quiet atmosphere, a voice rang out. It was Qin Yang of Qingxuan Sect, which made everyone stunned.
But they reacted the next moment, thinking that if there were only two boxes left, they really didn’t need to draw anymore, because whether to draw or not, Qin Yang and Zhuge Lian would become their respective opponents.
What no one noticed was that when Qin Yang's words came out, the expression of the genius of the Zhuge family suddenly became very complicated.
If we say that apart from the geniuses of the three super-first-class sects, the person Zhuge Lian least wants to face is probably Qin Yang of Qingxuan Sect.
At that time, Zhuge Lian used a number plate as bait by the stream, trying to get people from Qing Xuanzong to work for him, grab more number plates, and secretly arranged a Nine Palaces Qimen Formation.
Unexpectedly, this large formation arranged in advance, the all-conquering Nine Palaces Qimen Formation, did not cause Qin Yang too much trouble.
In the end, Zhuge Lian was disgraced. Not only did he suffer serious internal injuries, but he also lost the energy of Bagua Yi and an extremely precious Chaos Formation Disk.
It can be said that Zhuge Lian does not have many things to defend himself now, and the opponent is even less likely to give him time to set up a formation during the battle.
Although the Bagua Yi is still worn on the body, its energy has been exhausted and it cannot block extremely powerful attacks.
Zhuge Lian did not expect that he would be so unlucky that he got Qin Yang.
This made him feel that his path to the Qianlong Conference this time would be cut off.
If you want to draw someone else, even a genius with the same Qi realm, you just meet the evil star Qin Yang again.
But Zhuge Lian and a small group of people knew how powerful Qin Yang was, but most people didn't.
Including the leaders of the major sects and families on the high platform, they are actually more optimistic about Zhuge Lian's Qi Realm Dzogchen.
“Looks like you’re pretty lucky!”
Zhuge Yao, the head of the Wuhou family, let out a long breath and seemed to be relieved.
The words that came out of his mouth made many people nod in agreement.
They had preconceptions in their minds, thinking that Qing Xuan Sect had opened the back door to allow those four Qing Xuan Sect geniuses to break into the top sixteen.
It’s okay for Gu Shen and Mu Qingge to be lucky, but this Qin Yang is only at the late stage of the Qi Realm at most. He will probably lose against Zhuge Lian who has reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Realm.
It seems that your Qingxuanzong's good luck has ended here. In this kind of arena duel, no matter how good you are, it is only temporary.
Take Gu Shen and Mu Qingge for example. Even if one of them is lucky enough to enter the quarterfinals, will they still have such good luck in the next game?
The further back you go, the stronger the geniuses who remain will be.
In the final four, the geniuses from the three super-first-class sects will probably occupy three positions. Can we still rely on luck to win?
Qing Xuanzi and Wu Chengjing were also a little helpless about this, thinking that this luck would not always favor Qing Xuanzong, and Qin Yang might be defeated by Zhuge Lian this time.
“Okay!”
With everyone in their own thoughts, Kong Wenzhong stood up again and looked around. When the voice came out, the place instantly became quiet.
“Now that we have our respective opponents, let’s start!”
Kong Wenzhong did not delay. When he finished speaking, the geniuses in the square below were already automatically He withdrew, leaving the venue to the protagonist of the first game.
At this moment, there were only two figures left on the Qingxuanzong Square.
One of them is Kong Zhengyang, the first genius of Wenzong, with a proud smile on his face.
The other one looked much more cramped. She was the genius Gong Wei from the Gong family of the musical family, a rather petite young girl.
It is worth mentioning that Gong Wei is also carrying a long object on his back.
Many people speculate that it should be a guqin, which is also a unique weapon of the Gong family.
"Gong Wei, you are no match for me, give up!"
Under the gaze of everyone, Kong Zhengyang, standing in the center of the square, suddenly spoke. Although his tone was gentle, But it contains a touch of superiority.
I guess Kong Zhengyang didn't want to spend too much effort. He was just a Gong Wei in the late Qi realm. If he really wanted to make a move, it would be a matter of three moves and two moves. Why waste that time?
Hearing Kong Zhengyang’s words, a smile appeared on Kong Wenzhong’s face on the high platform.
Perhaps in his heart, he also felt that Gong Wei would retreat in spite of the difficulties.
Kong Zhengyang is the youngest son of Kong Wenzhong. He has personally trained him since he was a child. His talent is one of the best among the younger generation in the entire ancient martial arts world.
Only a palace family, a palace minister, if they know the current affairs and take the initiative to admit defeat, only then can the majesty of Confucius's legacy be demonstrated.
Gong Ziyu, the head of the Gong family, also looked a little unnatural, but her eyes were always fixed on Gong Wei, wanting to see what kind of choice the latter would make?
And when Gong Ziyu saw Gong Wei clenching her silver teeth and beginning to slowly lower the guqin behind her, she couldn't help but feel a touch of relief on her face.
Obviously Gong Wei did not give up under Kong Zhengyang's strength.
As an ancient martial arts genius, if you don’t even have the courage to fight, your future achievements will be quite limited.
“Gongjia Gongwei, please give me some advice!”
Under the gaze of everyone, Gong Wei slowly sat down, placed the guqin across his crossed legs, and spoke in a low voice.
This may also be the unique fighting method of the Gong family. Even though she clearly knew that the hope of defeating Kong Zhengyang was extremely slim, she did not want to give up without fighting.
“I don’t know how to praise!”
Seeing that Gong Wei was so ignorant of current affairs, the smile on Kong Zhengyang’s face finally disappeared, replaced by a touch of gloom, and his tone contained a trace of Ruthless.
Since you overestimate your own capabilities and actually want to use your late stage strength to go against yourself, let me let you know how big the gap between the two sides is.
"Let's start!"
However, Kong Zhengyang did not make the first move, but waved his hand very generously, while his figure just stood there calmly, quite a bit... Chic.
“I’m offended!”
Gong Wei bit her silver teeth. After the words fell from her mouth, her hands were already on the guqin, and then she plucked the strings.
Buzz!
A sound came from the guqin.
Even though they were a little far away, many people felt an invisible energy breath coming from the guqin on Gong Wei's body.
Following the sound of the guqin, these energy auras attacked Kong Zhengyang at an extremely fast speed.
This is the special attack method of the Gong family. If it is hit by the power of the piano sound, its body may not be too damaged, but its mental power will be affected.
This is a bit like a mutant's mental attack, but it is fundamentally different.
Strictly speaking, it is just the lowest level of mental attack.
But Gong Wei believes that as long as Kong Zhengyang does not break through to the rush level, he will not dare to ignore this piano sound attack, otherwise he will suffer a small loss.
Gong Wei didn't have high hopes of winning against Kong Zhengyang. She just wanted to hold on for a while longer, and then even if she lost at the hands of Kong Zhengyang, it would be a glorious defeat.
If Kong Zhengyang can suffer some minor injuries or suffer some minor losses with this unique piano sound attack, then the strength of the Gong family will be demonstrated.
“Huh?”
While the onlookers were surprised by the Gong family's attack method, Qin Yang's eyes moved and he let out a surprised sound.
"Brother Qin, what's wrong?"
Mu Qingge, who was next to her, asked directly. She subconsciously felt that Qin Yang had discovered something, so she didn't need to use her own brain. Think about it.
“There seems to be something extra about Kong Zhengyang.”
Qin Yang used some mental power, and when he said this, there was also a hint of curiosity.
"I never knew how Wenzong's scholars fought before, but now I seem to understand a little bit more."
Qin Yang murmured in his mouth, and heard him ask: "The breath on his body at this moment, should Is it the so-called Haoran Qi? "
It seems that from the mouths of Qing Xuanzong, Qin Yang had heard that the inner Qi cultivated by Wenzong was called Haoran Qi, but he had never seen it before.
Obviously Wenzong's method of cultivating inner energy is different from that of Taoism and Buddhism, but its power cannot be underestimated, otherwise it would not be as famous as those two famous sects.
This is different from any inner energy Qin Yang has ever seen, and seems to be unique to Confucianism.
I just don’t know what difference the power will have after it is exerted?
It seems that Qin Yang will know the answer soon, because at this time, Gong Wei's musical aura has already passed over Kong Zhengyang's location.
Huh...
Kong Zhengyang raised his hand slightly, and a majestic inner energy spurted out, making Gong Wei's pretty face change slightly, and then It's a ten-finger flick.
Because according to her induction, her first piano sound attack just now did not hurt Kong Zhengyang at all, and did not even touch his skin.
With a wave of Kong Zhengyang's hand, the sound of the piano was blown away.
Including the special power that can affect mental power, it also ceased to exist in an instant.
Dong, dong, dong...
A series of sonorous piano sounds came from Gong Wei's position.
This time the sonic attack of the piano sounds was undoubtedly more obvious. The countless piano sounds finally gathered into a powerful force, and the target was the Wenzong genius not far away.
"Is that all you have?"
Although he sensed that this sonic attack was several times larger than the previous one, Kong Zhengyang still didn't pay much attention, and even made a disdainful sound in his mouth.
"Broken!"
Kong Zhengyang could only hear a shout from his mouth, and then the awe-inspiring Qi in his body became several times more powerful at this moment, and he directly smashed the The powerful piano sound was washed away.
“It is rude to come and not reciprocate!”
Kong Zhengyang, who had dispersed the opponent's piano sound, did not stand there again this time. Instead, he moved and disappeared from where he was just now.
In the eyes of everyone, Kong Zhengyang, dressed in white and holding a folding fan, seemed to turn into a white shadow, and the next moment he suddenly appeared in front of Gong Wei.
"This speed..."
This scene was extremely stunning, and there were gasps from many places, obviously shocked by Kong Zhengyang's extraordinary speed.
Even Gong Wei did not expect that Kong Zhengyang would approach her in an instant, so it was too late for her to make any further moves.
Kong Zhengyang did not open the folding fan, but used it as a short stick to knock Gong Wei on the head.
Seeing this, Gong Wei had no time to stand up and avoid him, so he could only move his hands down and lift the lower end of the guqin, hoping to use the guqin to block Kong Zhengyang's folding fan attack.
Gong Wei's guqin is made of special materials. It was an eighteenth birthday gift from Gong Ziyu. She has been keeping the guqin with her all these years.
Although this guqin is very old, because it was passed down from the ancient Wu sect, it is not made of the same material as those of other guqins, but is made of extremely hard material.
So when he is not playing the guqin, if he is approached by an enemy, Gong Wei can use the guqin as a convenient weapon to defeat the enemy. Moreover, Guqin's attack methods are not just smashing, but the six strings are extremely sharp. At some critical moments, it can catch the enemy by surprise.
In Gong Wei's opinion, he should be able to block Kong Zhengyang's attack by holding his guqin. If he suddenly pulls the strings to counterattack, Kong Zhengyang might suffer a big loss.
Poof!
Under the gaze of everyone, first there was a soft sound of fighting.
In terms of size alone, there is no comparison between Kong Zhengyang’s folding fan and Gong Wei’s guqin.
But the next moment, everyone saw Gong Wei's expression change drastically.
Then her raised hands sank directly down, as if she could not withstand the power of the folding fan.
The real situation is that the gap between the two is really too big.
Gong Wei's wild thoughts just now were shattered the moment the two weapons came into contact.
Obviously the material of the folding fan in Kong Zhengyang's hand is also very unusual. When he hit Gong Wei's guqin, with his half-step strength, he almost broke both of Gong Wei's arm bones. .
Click!
The next moment, everyone heard another sound.
Then they were shocked to see that there was an obvious crack on the back of Gong Wei's guqin.
Kong Zhengyang was unyielding and his strength continued to explode. Then the body of the guqin could not withstand such power and suddenly broke into two pieces.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Six strange sounds were heard in a row. It turned out to be the six strings on Gong Wei's ancient zither, which were also broken by Kong Zhengyang's blow.
The broken strings quickly bounced in both directions, catching Gong Wei off guard. His hands were scratched by the broken strings, leaving bloody gashes, and blood splattered everywhere.
“Not good!”
At this time, Gong Wei has already come to love her guqin.
Because she discovered that Kong Zhengyang had no intention of stopping after breaking his guqin.
Seeing that the folding fan was about to hit her on the head, Gong Wei didn't care about her image in front of everyone, and just rolled around like a lazy donkey, finally avoiding Kong Zhengyang's fatal blow.
Although most of the battles in the ring are not life-threatening, if you admit defeat when you see that you can't hold on anymore, the opponent will probably not kill you.
But if the difference in strength between the two sides is too big and the opponent is fatal with one blow, I am afraid that they will not even be able to admit defeat before they burp.
For example, Gong Wei at this moment, if she hadn't made a decisive decision just now and rolled around in embarrassment, with Kong Zhengyang's strength, she would have beaten him to death with a folding fan until his brains exploded.
Under such circumstances, even Gong Ziyu can only admit that he is unlucky.
What's more, with the strength of the Gong family, can they still seek revenge against Wenzong?
When Gong Ziyu saw this scene on the high platform, his heart was beating wildly with fear.
It wasn’t until she saw Gong Wei escape this disaster that she felt her heart settle down.
"Huh?"
However, at the next moment, when Gong Ziyu just breathed a sigh of relief and sat upright, she suddenly looked at her again and stood up from the seat. stand up.
"Stop!"
Gong Ziyu shouted these two words almost subconsciously, causing many people around him to frown.
After all, it’s the second round of the Qianlong Conference. You, the head of the Gong family who is not participating in the competition, suddenly yelled. Isn’t it a bit unruly?
But they all knew why Gong Ziyu was shouting out of control at this time.
Because of Gong Wei below, this time he once again fell into a life and death situation.
Just now, Gong Wei rolled around on the ground twice and avoided Kong Zhengyang's fatal blow, which was the first blow. She felt that she was out of danger for the time being.
What she didn't expect was that just when she rolled away and tried to get up, a sound of wind came over again, which almost frightened her soul when she raised her head.
Because Kong Zhengyang appeared in front of Gong Wei again like a ghost at some point.
It was as if the other party had known for a long time that she would roll here and waited here in advance.
“It’s over!”
Seeing that folding fan filled with awe-inspiring energy, angrily slapped towards his head, Gong Wei felt despair in his heart.
Because at this time she no longer had any time to react or dodge, the other party was like a prophet, and even his movements to get up seemed to be calculated.
At this moment, Gong Wei, who was filled with despair, suddenly heard a loud voice from the head of the family.
But she knew that it was impossible for Gong Ziyu, who was far away, to save her in time at this time.
Thinking of those terrible consequences, Gong Wei closed her eyes in despair.
She knew that even if she admitted defeat at this time, it might not be able to stop Kong Zhengyang's murderous intention.
Gong Wei, who originally wanted to show the integrity of the Gong family but did not want to admit defeat directly, undoubtedly regretted it at this time.
She didn't expect that Kong Zhengyang was so powerful that she, who had to strike first, fell into such a life-and-death situation with just one move, and couldn't even take a single move.
Some timid female geniuses also exclaimed and closed their eyes.
They did not dare to look at the bloody scene, and at the same time, they silently mourned the genius of the Gong family in their hearts.
"Huh?"
After a while, Gong Wei closed her eyes and waited for death, but the fatal blow never came. This made her finally muster up the courage to open her eyes again.
The first thing that caught her eye was a folding fan that was close at hand. At this moment, the folding fan was only a millimeter away from Gong Wei's forehead, and she could even feel the aura of momentum on it.
But this folding fan did not blow Gong Wei's head open after all. It stopped at the last moment. I don't know if it was the shout of Gong Ziyu, the head of the Gong family, that had the effect.
"We... give in!"
After a brief silence, Gong Ziyu on the high platform didn't pay attention to those strange eyes and spoke in a low voice.
It seems that compared to winning or losing in a competition, Gong Wei's life is the most important.
At this time, Gong Ziyu also had a strong lingering fear.
However, after Gong Ziyu said his words of admitting defeat, the folding fan in Kong Zhengyang's hand still did not withdraw, and it still stayed on Gong Wei's forehead, as if it would fall at any time.
“I surrender!”
Seeing that there was no movement from the other party, Gong Wei suddenly spoke from his heart, which finally made Kong Zhengyang's aura slowly converge.
It is obvious that Kong Zhengyang does not take the head of the Gong family seriously, and Gong Ziyu is not his opponent. What is the use of you, an outsider, admitting defeat?
This is also to show the majesty of the Confucius Sheng family, but such a young man does not take himself seriously, which makes Gong Ziyu feel very bad.
But fortunately, as Kong Zhengyang's aura restrained, Gong Wei's life was finally saved. This can be regarded as a great blessing among misfortunes.
“Concession!”
Kong Zhengyang slowly retracted his arm. At this moment, he seemed to have regained his coolness as a handsome young man. He even cupped his fists and saluted at this moment, which made many female geniuses feel like they were starry-eyed.
This fight is as fast as thunder, and after the battle, you are as humble as a valley.
Coupled with Kong Zhengyang’s excellent background, what woman would not be heartbroken by him?
Of course, Gong Wei must be the exception.
At this time, her face was pale and her body was shaking uncontrollably.
The feeling of escaping from death is really frightening. In that life and death situation just now, Gong Wei really felt that he was going to die.
Although if Gong Wei is killed, Wenzong will completely become a mortal enemy of the Gong family. As strong as Wenzong is, how can he care about the hatred of a Gong family?
Fortunately, Kong Zhengyang still showed mercy at the last moment, which made Gong Wei feel very complicated. She suddenly felt that she couldn't hate Kong Zhengyang anymore.
It wasn't until a moment later that Gong Wei managed to regain some strength, struggled to stand up from the ground, then walked over without saying a word, and carefully picked up the broken guqin.
“In the first game of the second round of the Qianlong Conference, Wenzong and Kong Zhengyang won!”
The ancient warrior of Wenzong who was responsible for reporting the results had a smile on his face at this time, and his voice was extremely high-pitched, allowing everyone to hear clearly.
"He is indeed the number one genius of Wenzong. This battle was clean and neat. Gong Wei is not on the same level as him at all!"
There were comments in some places, obviously all in Gong Wei, who flattered Kong Zhengyang and mocked the Gong family, was overestimating his abilities.
Okay now, you Gong Wei just became a stepping stone to the success of Kong Zhengyang, the genius of Emperor Wenzong, and you also lost a priceless guqin. You simply lost your wife and lost your troops.
"The second match of the second round, Songlin Temple Jingzhu versus Fu Family Fu Ying!"
The man did not hesitate. After Kong Zhengyang and Gong Wei walked out of the square, he shouted again, causing the surrounding area to gradually become quiet.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha chant sounded, and then a young monk wearing Buddhist robes and a scar on his head walked into the square. It exudes a faint golden light.
Then a graceful figure in gray came out.
What disappoints everyone is that Fu Ying, a genius from the Fu family in western Hunan, has a white scarf covering her face, making it impossible to see what she looks like.
"Isn't he too ugly to be seen in public?"
One of the mocking voices came out, which immediately attracted a lot of echoes. Apparently they all supported this person's statement.
If you are the most beautiful person in the world, even if you are only 60-70% beautiful, why don’t you wear a hijab all day long and dare not meet people?
Fu Ying, who walked into the square, naturally heard those words, which made her glance in that direction, and then turned back.
What no one knew was that Fu Ying had already kept that man's appearance firmly in mind.
Maybe when the Qianlong Conference is over, she will make the other party pay the price for her momentary oral pleasure.
When Fu Ying turned her attention to Monk Jingzhu, her expression under the white scarf was a bit ugly.
Even if Jingzhu didn't emit a strong aura at this moment, just by standing there, there was an immovable aura that made Fu Ying know that she was no match.
But like Gong Wei, Fu Ying is also the number one genius of the Xiangxi Fu family. It is impossible to admit defeat without a fight. That would inevitably bring the Xiangxi Fu family into disrepute.
“Monk, doesn’t your Buddhist teaching say to abstain from anger? Why don’t you just admit defeat!”
Fu Ying did not take action immediately, but spoke out at this time.
Such words made Abbot Yuanjue on the high platform smile.
Although everyone knows that Fu Ying is a joke, Fu Ying may be very bold to say such words when facing Jingzhu, one of the three strongest people in the younger generation.
"Amitabha, it is impossible to admit defeat, not in this life!"
A cunning light flashed in the eyes of the little monk Jingzhu, and the words that came out of his mouth , causing bursts of laughter.
Obviously these people in the ancient martial arts world are not really isolated from the world.
The Zong family also has the Internet, and they are somewhat familiar with the Internet jokes from outside, especially those young people.
It's just that they didn't expect that Jingzhu, a Buddhist disciple, also knew how to play tricks. It seemed that he was not as serious and old-fashioned as he seemed on the surface.
"But...there are differences between men and women. The young monk can give you three moves!"
Under the strange eyes of everyone, Monk Jingzhu changed the topic and heard him say: " The young monk is standing here, and the Fu donor can attack three times at will. If the young monk takes a step back, the young monk loses. "
Suddenly hearing Jingzhu's statement, many people showed a look of disbelief.
After all, they knew that no matter how weak Fu Ying was, he was still an ancient martial arts genius in the late Qi realm.
It seems that the Xiangxi Fu family is the best at refining puppets, and the puppets they refine with special materials should have extremely strong physical strength, right?
"Seriously?"
As Jingzhu's opponent, when Fu Ying heard this promise, her eyes couldn't help but light up, and she immediately asked back. She wanted the other party not to regret it.
"Amitabha, monks don't lie!"
Jingzhu proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and then said a famous Buddhist saying, finally letting everyone know that what he just said was not groundless.
Seeing Jingzhu's performance, many people on the high platform turned their attention to Yuanjue, the abbot of Songlin Temple.
"Abbot Yuanjue, I'm afraid you, this disciple, are a bit too much, right?"
Tang Aoyun asked directly what came to mind.
It's not that he looked down on the number one genius of Songlin Temple, but he also felt that the conditions set by Jingzhu were a bit too arrogant.
If you want to say that Fu Ying is no match for Jingzhu, everyone will believe it.
But if you want to say that you will not retreat when the opponent attacks, and you have not even restricted weapons, is this a bit too underestimated for a genius in the late stage of Qi Realm?
"He is the one competing, not me. Why are you asking me?"
Abbot Yuanjue glanced at Tang Aoyun indifferently. These words made the latter speechless instantly. .
I wonder if these people from the Buddhist sect are so good at criticizing others?
"Haha, I think the young master from Songlin Temple is very graceful!"
At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from somewhere.
When everyone turned around, they found that the person who spoke was indeed Fu Kui, the head of the Fu family in western Hunan.
Fu Kui was tall and thin, and his face was as white as if he had applied several pounds of powder.
At this time, he grinned, revealing a mouth of white teeth, which was even more scary.
In terms of image alone, Fu Kui of the Xiangxi Fu family and Luo Gu Po of the Lingnan Gu sect are undoubtedly the two weirdest ones.
Even from some perspectives, these two do not look like normal people. I don’t know how they became like this?
Fu Kui was in a pretty good mood at this time, and he still had a lot of confidence in the genius of the Fu family.
When he saw Fu Ying draw Jingzhu before, Fu Kui was very disappointed and felt that Fu Ying could only stop here.
Unexpectedly, Jingzhu himself set a condition, which gave Fu Kui great hope.
In a head-on battle with real swords and real guns, Fu Ying is definitely no match for Jingzhu.
But if I try my best to force you to take a step back, there should still be a high chance that I can do it.
"Amitabha!"
Abbot Yuanjue did not respond much to Fu Kui's compliment. After pronouncing the Buddha's name, he turned his attention to the square below.
"Little Master Jingzhu, are you ready? I'm going to start!"
Fu Ying was afraid of a long night and many dreams, and was afraid that Jingzhu would regret it, so after she finished speaking, she moved towards He rushed over to where Jingzhu was.
I don’t know when, there was something like a small stick on Fu Ying’s right hand, and the two ends of the stick were very pointed, emitting a sharp and dangerous cold light.
It seems that Fu Ying knows that although Jingzhu said he would give her three strikes, she would probably only have one chance, so she thought she would use her full strength in the first strike.
No matter how strong you are, Jingzhu, you are still made of flesh and blood. You can't even be hurt by sharp weapons. Then you are a god and not a human being.
Under the strange thoughts of the onlookers, Fu Ying was very fast, and the next moment she was close to Jingzhu. The double-headed spikes in her hand stabbed hard at Jingzhu's left eye.
Fu Ying didn't really think that her blow could hurt Jingzhu's eyes. She wanted to use this cruel attack to force Jingzhu to duck and retreat.
According to what I just said, as long as Jingzhu can't help but take a step back, no matter how strong he is, Fu Ying will win this match.
Ding!
However, just as the spike in Fu Ying's hand was about to pierce Jingzhu's left eye, a crisp sound of fighting suddenly came from where they were.
At the same time, Fu Ying suddenly found that the palm of her right hand was shaking violently, and she almost lost control of the spikes in her hand.
This surprised her, and her face showed a look of disbelief.
Buzz!
Under everyone's astonished gaze, with Jingzhu's body as the center, translucent golden light suddenly emerged from his body, instantly covering his entire body. Among them.
Looking from a distance, Jingzhu at this moment seems to be inside a golden translucent bell. It looks a bit like Qin Yang's C-level forbidden weapon Extreme Bell.
It's just that the Ji Lie Bell has a light red light, while the bell and tripod around Jingzhu at this moment has a light golden light. There is also a big difference in defense between the two.
When everyone saw the pale golden light rising from Jingzhu's body, they were stunned for a brief moment, and then a light flashed in their minds, and they obviously realized something.
"Buddhist Golden Body!" (End of this chapter)