Under the ring, the fire monkey finally squeezed in, but found Shuli again, and before Shuli could answer, the fire monkey pouted and said, "Perverted." ”

Shuli was speechless and continued to look at the stage.

Today's opponent with Yifeng is the layman female disciple of Yuxiu Academy, who looks bewitching, with a seductive charm between her eyebrows and eyes, dressed not like a Buddhist laywoman disciple, with a light pink shirt and bright red lips.

The fire monkey and Shuli both frowned, and the fire monkey couldn't help but say, "What's wrong with Uncle Yu, why do you accept any disciple?"

Shuli said: "This can't be blamed Uncle Yu, I inquired about other people before you came. There are also some disciples in the House of Elders, who are the great incense masters of Nanzong Temple, and bring countless incense money and acres of fertile land to Nanzong Temple every year.

"Coincidentally, there are descendants in their family who have wisdom roots, and when they go back and forth to the temple, they are discovered by the elders, and they are even more ecstatic, and they have sent those pampered children to the meditation peak of Nanzong Temple to practice.

"Therefore, the cultivation disciples of all peaks and academies are all mud and sand, good and bad, and Uncle Yu has a strange temper, so there are quite few such disciples he accepts, but the female disciples are basically stuffed into her. ”

The fire monkey said, "Do you want to take them in all the time?"

Shuli said: "Of course not, even if we are willing, their family is not willing, this kind of disciple, when they cultivate to the realm of the Jade Vehicle, they will basically go down the mountain, and they will become the hole cards for the family to participate in secular battles, but in the end, in the name of Buddhism, it is still the reputation of Nanzong Temple that is destroyed." ”

The fire monkey wrinkled his brows and said, "I didn't expect this Nanzong Temple to be so big, and there are really a lot of messy things." ”

Shuli said lightly: "The tree is a big wind, this is an inevitable thing, not only Nanzong Temple, even if the Shujia is a sect that maintains the family by blood, there will be such people sent to the door." ”

The fire monkey asked with interest, "Oh, are the scholars so short of money?"

Shuli said: "The supply of the calligrapher comes from Qifeng City under the Mountain of No Return, the calligrapher is the master of Qifeng City, and all the income in the city must be assigned to a large part of the Mountain of No Return, and there is no shortage of money."

"But if someone has a relationship for the cultivation of the children of their family, the calligrapher will generally not refuse in person, but basically put it into the elite hall in Qifeng City, that is, the cultivation place specially set up by the calligrapher in Qifeng City, so as to alleviate the contradictions between the needs of all parties, and basically meet the requirements of other small families. ”

The fire monkey was silent for a while, and then said to himself, "Is there really no pure place for cultivators in this world?"

Shuli also sighed and looked at the ring, and the fire monkey also looked over.

The bewitching female disciple said: "Brother Yifeng, the slave family is called Xiaojiao, the slave family is very happy to see your eyebrows and beautiful eyes, do you really want to bear to fight with the slave family?"

Yifeng looked serious and said, "Senior Sister Xiaojiao, please respect yourself, after the fighting begins, you don't have to keep your hands." ”

Xiao Jiao pretended to be disgusted, and the guardian elder in the ring also looked very ugly, and hurriedly announced the start of the fight.

Yifeng clenched his hands into fists, the golden fist flashed, a punch blasted out, the golden fist shot towards Xiao Jiao, but Xiao Jiao still looked at Yifeng with a smile, and when the golden fist flew to her side, she twisted her small waist, twisted the fist away, and then flew in the air like a flower butterfly, and her fluttering sleeves were like pink stamens, swaying in the wind.

This arrogant and debauched posture caused a sensation among the people watching the excitement from afar, and they all blushed, applauded and cheered.

On the stage, Yifeng was engrossed in the fighting method. As Xiao Jiao continued to dodge Yifeng's fists, she fluttered her pink sleeves, and gradually, a faint pink smoke rose from the ring, slowly enveloping her and Yifeng.

I saw that the golden light cluster was still exploding on the stage, but the figures of the two of them gradually disappeared.

The fire monkey looked at the stage worriedly and said, "What kind of trick is this female disciple playing, it's all covered, what do you think?"

Shuli looked at the stage and didn't speak, he found that Yifeng's golden fist was flickering slower and slower, as if it was entangled in something.

The fire monkey also saw it and asked, "Is it poisonous?"

Shuli shook his head and said in a condensed voice: "It's not like it's poisonous, it should be an illusion." ”

In the pink mist, Yifeng did not relax, staring at Xiaojiao at first, and constantly punched her.

Slowly the fog spread, he smelled a strange fragrance, and suddenly felt abnormal, so he deceived the past, wanting to attack at close range and end the battle as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, she didn't dodge or dodge, but stuck to her body, entangled him, her clothes were thin, her sleeves were flying, and the smell was fragrant, which made him suddenly have difficulty breathing, so he had to retreat.

But in the retreat, he found that Xiao Jiao's figure was getting more and more blurred, and the pink mist gradually changed color, in an instant, a wind suddenly changed in front of his eyes, and he found himself in a yellow and clear desert, the golden fist in his hand hit out, only to hit a piece of flying sand, and Xiao Jiao was completely gone.

Yifeng walked forward blankly, faintly hearing a burst of laughter in front of him, and he immediately rushed over there.

In front of him was a sand dune, he climbed the dune, and the next scene made him dumbfounded: I saw that in the desert in front of him, there was a clear lake, the clear lake reflected the blue sky and the long white clouds, but the next moment it was rippled, and the source of the ripples was actually several women with jade backs exposed by the lake, waving their snow-white lotus arms and playing in the water, laughing and scolding, and setting off bursts of splash.

One of them spotted a wind, but he didn't show any fear, his waist was dipped in the water, but he waved his white arms at him, and the others covered their mouths and snickered, and the sparkling water slipped from their jade backs and red belly pockets, and a dreamy glitter lit up in the whole yellow sand.

Yifeng's face suddenly turned red, where had he seen such a scene, and quickly turned his head.

But his heart suddenly moved, as if he remembered something, and after a brief moment of surprise, he pondered for a moment, took a step, kicked up patches of dust and sand, blocked some of his vision, and walked towards the lake.

When the women saw him approaching, they were even more happy, and they all stretched out their white jade arms to swagger at him, and also set off pieces of water splashes at him, and the water splashes across the air, like silver dragons dancing in the yellow and clear desert.

Ichifeng walked in front of them to splash him, but clenched his fist, and with a flash of gold, it slammed into the lake they were.

Before the golden fist fell into the water, a woman set off a round splash of water and threw it towards the golden fist, and the golden fist exploded in the air in an instant, and the golden arc crackled overhead.

The woman smiled brightly: "You little monk, you look at your eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but you are not a serious monk at first glance, your fist wants to blow up the lake, you want to see more, don't you?"

The women burst into laughter, setting off a frolicking sound, and one woman laughed: "Since he wants to see it so much, let's go up and let him see enough!"

The other women laughed and agreed, ready to get out of the water.

Yifeng hurriedly covered his face with his sleeves, but suddenly felt a fierce wind sweeping in.

But ignoring the indecency, he didn't dare to remove his sleeve, so he had to free his other hand, condensed his fist, and blasted forward with a punch without purpose.

Only a loud bang was heard, and the anger of several women rose, and then a strong wind passed through the sleeve of his face covering his face, and poked straight into his chest, and when he found out, he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to instantly infuse spiritual power, and his whole body emitted golden light to guard.

The next moment, a transparent water sword pierced his covered sleeve and pierced his chest, and the golden light of his protective body barely resisted for a moment, and it was pierced, and with a "ding", the tip of the sword was nailed to the ribs of Yifeng's chest.

Fortunately, the bones of his whole body were tempered into dark gold bones, which were unexpectedly strong, and it was difficult for the water sword to go deeper.

The water sword missed the blow and withdrew, and a bloody hole was still pierced in Yifeng's chest, revealing a faint golden light inside, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his chest.

"The little monk's bones are quite hard!" said a coquettish smile.

Yifeng couldn't care much at the moment, endured the severe pain, lowered his sleeves, and prepared to fight them to the death, but found that the women were all gone, and the lake was calm again.

Yifeng cautiously moved over, and when he was almost at the shore of the lake, several sharp swords made of yellow sand suddenly burst out of the sand under his feet, stabbing at various parts of his body.

He didn't have time to fly up to dodge, his body rolled in the air, dodging several sand swords, but one still grazed his leg and stabbed it, cutting a bloody cut in his leg.

A wind and a numbness in the legs, a hot pain came, barely stabilized his body, flew into the air, defending against the surprise attack under his feet, blood gushed out of his chest and thighs, dripping in the sand under his feet, but several sand swords that jumped out of his feet sank into the ground again and disappeared again.

Yifeng felt two sharp pains on his body, and thought to himself, this is not the way to go on, it is too easy to be attacked by being trapped in this illusion.

So Yifeng's body glowed with golden light again, and in the flash of golden light, the golden arc crawled all over the body, crackling, his hands clenched into fists, and all the arcs were concentrated on the fist, and then he jumped forward, and the golden arc twisted into two golden whips.

Then he waved his fist, and the golden whip slammed into the sand under his feet, and a zhang long golden whip shook the sand, which was very weird, and a stream of blood suddenly oozed out of the sand!

The blood was constantly moving, rushing towards the lake, and the wind stared at the lake, and suddenly a patch of the lake was dyed blood-red.

Yifeng immediately stepped forward and pulled out a whip again, the lake exploded, the golden arc stabbed on the surface of the lake, and an embarrassed figure suddenly jumped out of the bottom of the lake, it was Xiaojiao.

She was dripping with the bright red water of the lake, and with a wave of her trembling arm, the desert and the lake all disappeared and returned to a pink mist.

Yifeng looked intently, only to see that her face was pale, her hair was wet, and a bloody mark appeared on her fair cheek, and the blood kept flowing, as if a blood-red cinnabar pen had been cut on the white paper.

Her original bewitching look vanished, her body trembled, her pink clothes were like butterfly wings soaked in rain, and her slender body was like a butterfly beaten by rain, and she could only stare at him with red and tired eyes, panting.

Yifeng didn't have the slightest intention of pity Xiangyu, his chest was almost pierced by her, and he died on the spot, he fell into the ring, his body quickly stepped forward, and he swung a whip at Xiaojiao again.

Xiao Jiao trembled, and barely stabbed a crystal transparent sword in her hand diagonally, but was caught by the whip.

The golden whip of Yifeng's other fist flicked again and slammed it towards her.

But before the golden whip fell on Xiao Jiao's body, Xiao Jiao felt a trace of fear coming, staring at her frightened eyes and screaming: "I admit defeat!"

The thick pink mist lifted, and the Fire Monkey and Shuli saw the two of them standing on the stage, a puddle of piercing blood staining a large area of the ring's stone pillars under their feet.