"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing in the red dust, where is the dust. ”

The disciples of Dalin Temple said four Zen words lightly, and his thick voice suddenly echoed in the martial arts arena, and the children of various sects who were still whispering became silent in an instant.

Lin Feng frowned, the Zen words of this Dalin Temple disciple could not resonate with others, what was really surprising was that his voice full of spiritual power actually shocked the sect disciples in the audience.

Xuanzong and the ghost king's faces also changed, their kind of realm, naturally they would not be affected by spiritual power, but the spiritual strength of the disciples of this Dalin Temple also impressed them.

"It seems that Dalin Temple has a master again, I really don't know how there are so many demons in that place where birds don't. ”

The Ghost King snorted, expressing his disdain for the disciples of Dalin Temple.

Xuanzong sneered: "Dalin Temple has always claimed to be the authentic sect of Buddhism, so there will be no less than people who are destined for the Buddha, right?"

"Trying to overwhelm my Guigu disciple with momentum is simply a pipe dream. ”

The ghost king also sneered and said confidently.

Xuanzong didn't answer, just glanced at Lin Feng lightly, he knew very well in his heart that as long as Lin Feng was there, no matter how many masters of Dalin Temple would not be able to avoid the fate of being sent by him to see the Buddha.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance!"

The voice of a disciple who was not inferior to that of Dalin Temple came, and a fluttering figure fell from the sky, a handsome young man.

Lin Feng had already guessed the origin of this handsome young man in his heart, he should be a disciple of Ling Tianzong.

Unexpectedly, in the first round of the Spell Conference, Dalin Temple and Ling Tianzong met together, and it was definitely a strong battle.

"Amitabha, the second generation disciple of the poor monk Dalin Temple, passed away. ”

The disciples of Dalin Temple clasped their palms together and reported to their families.

Lin Feng's head was suddenly full of black lines, how much he wanted to die, so he used such an unlucky legal name.

The handsome young man smiled and returned the salute: "Master is polite, I am the second-generation disciple of Ling Tianzong, Xiao Ming." ”

Lin Feng almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, if the death was still within his psychological tolerance, then this Xiao Ming was really a little cute.

However, the name was just a code name, and with their spiritual power just now, Lin Feng also knew that they were first-class masters.

"Master Xiao Ming, please. ”

Yuan Yu politely raised his hand and said.

Xiao Ming smiled slightly, suddenly stretched his body, performed the art of dancing the sky, and flew above the head of Yuan Li.

His hand immediately attracted a burst of exclamations, although the Hidden Sect sects are relatively mysterious, but the real masters are also rare, and those who can perform the art of dancing the sky prove that Xiao Ming's strength has surpassed the Yuan Infant Stage.

The disciples of the various sects who were watching the battle retreated one after another, and a large space was already vacated in front of the ring, because life is only once for everyone, and they didn't want to die here just because they watched the battle.

Cultivators should know that if they are involved in a fight that surpasses the masters of the Yuan Infant Stage, even if they are far away, they may be killed by the residual power of the spell, so no one wants to die, so everyone automatically gives up a piece of space.

There was no sadness or joy on the face of the deceased, as if he had settled down, and he didn't even look at Xiao Ming.

However, Lin Feng could also feel that above and below his body, there were already defensive barriers formed by the condensation of spiritual energy, and there seemed to be an indestructible momentum, proving that the strength of Yuan Yuan was not under Xiao Ming.

Ling Tianzong's spells are condescending and relying on the strong to bully the weak, so the spells are extremely powerful, and the moves are even more ruthless.

Xiao Ming circled in the air for a week, and suddenly emitted a strong aura, and his fists swung out at the same time, sending the aura out at lightning speed.

Only then did Yuan Yu raise his head, his eyes were shining, and he shouted: "Ring!"

The aura condensed around him quickly condensed, and it actually formed a physical wall, and the wall was filled with huge spiritual energy.

The two auras emitted by Xiao Ming hit the wall of this aura, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and a cloud of dust was immediately raised on the martial arts field.

The disciples of various sects had their sight blocked, but they didn't dare to get closer, so they could only stay in place and hurry.

There are only a few real masters, and their eyes can see through the diffuse dust and see the contest between the masters of the two major sects.

Lin Feng watched their battle intently, whether it was Yuan Yu or Xiao Ming, they were all his potential opponents, looking at the entire martial arts arena, I am afraid that there were few people who could compete with the two of them.

I saw that Yuan Death was as immobile as a mountain peak, and Xiao Ming was as agile as a flowing cloud, and the aura of both sides had reached the limit, and neither could help the other.

A gleam flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and he found that Yuan Ming was on the defensive, while Xiao Ming was absolutely offensive because he was in the air.

However, because of the existence of that defensive barrier, it was difficult for Xiao Ming to break through Yuan's defense, but Xiao Ming had to attack continuously, because Ling Tianzong's mystery was that the strongest defense was attack.

In this way, if Xiao Ming can't attack for a long time, the aura will inevitably be seriously depleted, which is undoubtedly good news for Yuan Ming.

Xiao Ming constantly changed positions in the air, trying to find the weak link of the death, so as to give him a fatal blow.

But the defense of the Circle Death was completely impeccable, and there was no flaw at all.

Although it was the first round, they all knew that their opponents were absolutely strong, and if they wanted to advance to the next round, they had to use all their strength.

Xiao Ming suddenly shouted, and his hands continuously emitted seven spiritual qis, forming a Big Dipper seven star shape, and once again launched an offensive towards Yuan Li.

Lin Feng could see clearly that Xiao Ming's seven aura was already the greatest power he could exert himself, and he also had the formation of the Big Dipper in it, which was powerful enough to destroy the death.

When the seven spiritual qi and the defensive barrier of Yuan Death came into contact, his body shook suddenly, and it was obvious that the defensive barrier could no longer resist Xiao Ming's attack.

Yuan Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "The Buddha's light shines!"

Suddenly, bursts of Buddha light came out of his body, and this Buddha light seemed gentle, but with the power of destroying the world and destroying the world, Xiao Ming's seven spiritual qi was dissolved without a trace.

The two sides were separated, and neither took advantage of this round of encounters.

"Ghost King, you have also seen that Dalin Temple and Ling Tianzong are masters again. ”

Xuanzong said lightly, he found that he had underestimated the other sects a little, so now he wanted to win over the ghost king.

The ghost king's face was also a little dark: "I really can't imagine it, I never took them seriously, but seeing that their second-generation disciples have such strength, it seems that they have to be re-estimated." ”

The two old foxes glanced at each other, and the hostility in their eyes was noticeably less.

Lin Feng was fascinated by it, this was the real showdown between the strong.