ranked 100th on the talent list, Duan Yi was simply defeated, and he couldn't even count as a move.

The eleventh place on the talent list, Ethereal Lingzi, the personal disciple of the head of the Shushan Immortal Sect, is even more disgraced.

At this time, the person who can still take the initiative to come out is by no means an ordinary person, at least he thinks that he is stronger than the ethereal spirit.

Facing the great monk, Yan Fei didn't ask, the dragon pattern ancient sword was in his hand, and he was ready to take it.

However, everyone looked at the Great Monk's face in surprise.

One of the two top sects of Buddhism and Taoism, the No. 1 seed player of Fahua Temple, Wu Neng.

The seventh-ranked character on the talent list.

For Yan Fei, it doesn't matter, who he loves. Because he knows that he can't change anything, since he wants to fight, then fight him in the dark.

Airplanes!

The body of the dragon pattern ancient sword trembled slightly, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the monk Wuneng.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, today, the poor monk will suppress the spirit of the donor. ”

Bang!

The nine-eared Zen staff shook to the ground, and in an instant, a golden swastika seal appeared under Wu Neng's feet.

Tiangang Fu Demon Seal.

Looking at the monk Wuneng again, the golden light flashes all over his body, as if the real Buddha has descended to earth.

"Donor, be careful. With a low roar, Wu Neng waved the nine-eared Zen staff and swooped straight at Yan Fei.

The corners of Yan Fei's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he waved his sword to parry.

The first time he touched it, Yan Fei was shocked, such a strong force, this monk's nine-eared Zen staff is strong, and he is afraid that he will not be able to take advantage of it.

So, Yan Fei stepped on the drunken dream fugue, running the body, like waking up from a dream, like an illusion, his whole person wandered around Wu Neng, three points of drunkenness, three points of freedom and three points of ethereal.

The nine-eared Zen staff in Wu Neng's hand is hundreds of catties, but it is very dexterous in his hands.

The whirring wind, the sound of the luan bell crashing made Yan Fei uneasy, and this nine-eared Zen staff still had a bit of a chaotic effect.

Yan Fei estimated in his heart that the strength of this monk was probably comparable to the middle and late stages of the Martial King Realm of Martial Cultivators.

The swastika seal under the feet has a strong blessing effect, and with this nine-eared Zen staff, the Dharma is added to the body, which is indeed difficult to deal with.

Wu Neng was also a little surprised in his heart.

"The handsome body, the virtual and the real are born together, the yin and yang are blended, and it also contains the mystery of Tai Chi Bagua. This kid is so young, it's rare, and it's really good. ”

After more than a dozen breaths, Wu Neng couldn't touch Yan Fei's side at all.

Suddenly, Wu Neng silently recited two sentences in his mouth, and with a wave of one hand, a golden light rose into the air.

Buzz!

Yan Fei hurriedly dodged and looked at it, and the golden light turned out to be a golden bell.

Jin Zhong rose into the air, quickly became larger, and after a few breaths, he reached the sky above Yan Fei's head, which was already more than one person tall.

The huge golden bell was suspended above Yan Fei's head, and the golden light covered the top, completely enveloping Yan Fei.

Someone in the crowd was already exclaiming.

"Tear bell, the Buddha treasure of Wu Neng, look. ”

"That's right, it's a tear bell, five years ago, Monk Wuneng used this treasure to win the seventh place on the talent list. ”

"Well, baby, it's indeed a baby, I'm afraid the grade of this tear bell has reached the top grade of the heavenly rank. ”

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on the faces of all the monks of Fahua Temple.

In contrast, the immortal masters represented by Shushan did not look so good-looking. Ethereal Lingzi has just been defeated, and if he wins by this enlightenment, Shushan's face will be lost.

The Tear Bell covered Yan Fei, and Wu Neng jumped up, and actually slammed the Tear Bell with the nine-eared Zen staff in his hand.

Boom!

Buzz!

An incomparably thick sound came from the tear bell, and a layer of golden light fell in response to the sound, directly pressing on Yan Fei's body.

Suddenly, Yan Fei only felt a buzz in his mind, and it was blank.

This tear bell turned out to be a kind of Buddha treasure that was attacked by the divine soul, and my head hurt so much.

Yan Fei held a sword in one hand and grabbed his head in the other, his headache was splitting, and his sea trembled slightly.

In the air, Wu Neng said proudly: "Yan Fei, how do you feel, the three rings of the tear bell can make your soul fly away, do you want to continue to hold on, you must know that the sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore." ”

After a few breaths, Yan Fei clung to his soul and looked at Wu Neng with flashing eyes, his eyes were already full of anger.

Wu Neng snorted coldly.

"Hmph, obsessed. ”

Boom!

Again, the bell of tears was struck for the second time, this time twice as loud as it had just been.

Everyone could clearly see that the golden wave that was shocked from Zhong Nei had become more and more intense, and the golden wave brushed directly over Yan Fei's body.

This time, Yan Fei's dragon pattern ancient sword was all taken off.

He grabbed his head with both hands, and looked extremely pained.

I only felt that the sea of knowledge was chaotic, and faintly, Yan Fei's ears even overflowed with blood.

Nanli and Tang Shi's face in the distance were anxious, especially Nanli, they really wanted to rush out now, it was a big deal to fight for this life, and Hengli would be a death. What kind of world is this, everyone regards Yan Fei as their enemy, why, is there really a grudge?

In the final analysis, they were jealous of Yan Fei's strength.

After a few breaths, Yan Fei straightened his spine again, his eyes were already bloodshot and red, and his face was full of murderous aura.

Gono was taken aback.

According to his calculations, the impact of the two strucks of the tear bell on the divine soul was enough to make a Martial King Realm master lose consciousness.

But he found that although Yan Fei was in pain, it was limited to that.

This third time, Wu Neng hesitated a little.

He glanced at the Deadwood Buddha, the abbot of Hokke Temple, in the distance.

Obviously, the three crashes are likely to directly defeat Yan Fei's Zhihai, and when the time comes, Yan Fei will become a walking corpse.

He had to win the opinion of the Deadwood Buddha.

The Deadwood Buddha had a faint smile on his face all the time, and when he saw that Wu Neng could see it, he actually nodded slowly.

Got instructions from the Deadwood Buddha.

A murderous look flashed in Wu Neng's eyes.

"Yan Fei, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, aren't you still awake?"

"Hehe, hahahahaha. Yan Fei didn't say anything, but he looked up to the sky and let out a burst of wild laughter, and the wild laughter spread to nine heavens and ten places, which moved everyone.

At this time, life and death are at stake, Yan Fei can still laugh so wildly, this courage, who can ignore it.

The sound of wild laughter in Nan Li's ears made him extremely bitter.

Only Nanli can understand that Yan Fei's journey has not been easy, and he knows that what Yan Fei has been fighting for is the so-called Heavenly Dao, the so-called Mandate of Heaven.

Wu Neng's eyebrows tightened, and after a few breaths, the nine-eared Zen staff emitted a fierce golden light and went straight to the tear bell.

"Okay, Yan Fei, the poor monk will transform you for me. ”

Boom!

At the moment when the bell rang, Yan Fei's momentum skyrocketed instantly.

The incomparable arrogance came out of the body, and the counter-pressure burst into tears.

Yan Fei grabbed the dragon pattern ancient sword, and the sword yuan exploded out, completely dispelling the golden mangs that enveloped him.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, put down the butcher knife, my Yan Fei's life is not up to the sky. ”

With a loud shout, Yan Fei rose into the air, grabbed Wu Neng's nine-eared Zen staff, and kicked Wu Neng to the ground with one kick.

The next moment, Yan Fei held down the bell of tears, and actually detained Wu Neng in it.

Yan Fei, whose eyes were bloodshot, picked up the nine-eared Zen staff and blasted at the tearful bell. Boom Boom!