Puzhen Temple, jousting ground.

There was a deathly silence.

It still happened so fast that no one reacted at all. Including the cloud platform of Huatai Sect, he was still immersed in the certainty of victory for a second, waiting for the picture of Xiao Lingjue being killed in an instant.

However, in the next second, Yun Shan was actually repelled several steps.

How the hell did this happen?

Yuntai said in a low voice: "Impossible, how can this little guy repel Yunshan?" ”

Yun Yu also looked at the little monk on the field in disbelief, this guy is only eleven or twelve years old, how could he be Senior Brother Yunshan's opponent?

Wuxin smiled: "Nothing is impossible, what you said is impossible, hasn't it already happened?" I forgot to tell you that the little junior brother of Forget Chen is already in the late stage of the Lingtai Realm, and he is only eleven years old. ”

Eleven years old?

The disciples of Huatai Sect were shocked, this little guy is only 11 years old, and he is already in the late stage of the Lingtai Realm? So what are these people? Compared with this little monk, he really lived to be a dog at his age.

Yun Yu lost his voice and said: "Could it be that Puzhen Temple also has an existence like a Zen Buddha?" The talent of this little brother who forgets the dust can already be compared to that of a senior brother of Zen Enlightenment. ”

Zen Wu, the next abbot of Shaolin Temple, is the most promising person in Buddhism to inherit the unification, and he is the top three people in the heavenly list, but the talent of this little monk in front of him is not much more than that of Zen Wu Senior Brother.

Envy, jealousy and hatred, Yunyu Yuntai and these people had all kinds of mixed tastes in their hearts, and suddenly, Yuntai made a strange gesture to Yunshan on the stage.

Yun Yu looked at his senior brother's gesture and instinctively wanted to stop it, but when the words came to his mouth, he put them back in his heart, because he suddenly thought that although the rise of this guy is beneficial to our Buddhism, it is not helpful to our Huatai Sect, but it is an obstacle.

Anyway, we already have a Zen enlightenment, and in order to avoid a situation where the two tigers will compete in the future, getting rid of you is also a kind of merit, Amitabha.

On the battle platform, Yun Shan looked at the little monk with a little embarrassment, and complained: "How can you be so strong, what kind of cultivation are you?" ”

He rubbed his fist a little speechlessly, and there was a tingling sensation on it, and he felt that what he had just hit did not seem to be soft flesh, but smashed his fist on the hard basalt.

The force of this backlash actually forced him back several steps, but the little monk in front of him was not damaged at all, he suddenly thought of something, and then his pupils dilated.

Xiao Lingjue said flatly: "Forget the dust, in the later stage of the Lingtai Realm, please teach Senior Brother Yunshan, today's poor monk's wish is to repay the pain suffered by the fruitless senior brother tenfold to the senior brother, I hope the senior brother can fulfill the wish of the poor monk." ”

"Hmph, it's really unashamed, I was just sloppy just now, and in the next move, I will definitely make your life worse than death."

The face of the mountain does not change, but the heart is shocked, the little monk in front of him actually has the cultivation of the late stage of the Lingtai Realm, and it is really not a bad existence, it seems that he must go all out, and he can use a killer weapon when necessary.

Between the eyes of the two, Yun Shan saw the senior brother not far away again gesturing, asking him to solve this little monk.

Yun Shan once again operated his spiritual power on his fists, Haoran's fist intent burst out directly from his fingertips, and a mysterious power burst out of his body, if ordinary people can carefully look at his eyes, they will find that in the center of his pupils, there is actually a reflection of a little Buddha, exuding a strange purple brilliance.

"Xuankong Fist!"

Xuankong Fist is a famous skill of the Huatai Sect, this fist is refined to the ultimate realm, and it can even suppress the luck of a sect, and it will not be awarded to outsiders at all.

Yun Shan shouted, a punch was thrown, the fist intent was swayed, and it turned into a bit of streamer, with the movement of the fist, his fingertips suddenly burst out with a strong brilliance, making people a little unable to open their eyes for a while.

Xuankong Fist, all appearances, are vain. If you see things that are not like each other, you see them as they are.

The power of this punch seemed to be able to penetrate the entire space and shatter this heaven and earth, and the endless Buddha power was all intertwined in this punch, just waiting, tearing apart all the enemies in front of it.

Xiao Lingjue could feel the horror of this punch, and the fist wind was a little more powerful than just now, this feeling, he only felt on one person.

Zen Wu, this punch is more domineering and lethal than his flower fingers.

Lingjue doesn't understand, is this guy in front of him even stronger than Senior Brother Zen Enlightenment? Impossible, Brother Zen Wu is the designated Buddha of Shaolin Temple.

Xiao Lingjue quickly abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart, and then waved the Arhat Fist, the fist intent of the Arhat Fist burst out at this moment, and the spiritual power of his whole body quickly condensed, and then turned into an Arhat.

Arhat Vajra looked angry, shouted wildly in his mouth, and muttered Buddha sounds.

Almost instantly, the two fists smashed together.

Boom!

The central space where the two fists fought distorted, and waves of air gushed out from it, and the air became hot from the violent friction, making people shudder.

In a moment, the two of them received their fists, and the little monk was smashed back by the force of the shock more than a dozen steps, and almost fell off the battle platform, while Yun Shan on the opposite side only took two or three steps back before stabilizing his figure.

This drink and peck, immediately let others see the signs, Xiao Lingjue was a little defeated by that Yunshan, which made a group of Puzhen Temple disciples frightened, and looked at the little monk on the field in some disappointment, panting.

Xindao: Forget the dust can't beat that guy? Alas, the disciples of Huatai Sect are really powerful.

After Xiao Lingjue finished punching him, he felt the qi and blood in his body surge, and his tongue felt sweet, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The little monk looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, he actually had such a strong body and couldn't beat the person opposite, his realm was the same as him, but he couldn't beat him, was he really too complacent?

A look of frustration flashed on the little monk's face, and he suddenly realized that this journey was indeed too smooth, and after defeating those senior brothers without flowers and fruits, he gradually became a little fluttering, if there was no Wushan to teach him a lesson today, he was really a little unreasonable.

In this state, how can I avenge my master? Lingjue, why are you so stupid?

Yun Shan sneered: "Very good, it turns out that your limit is here, I thought you were the same as me......"

Suddenly something came to his mind, and he stopped talking.

"The same thing?"

Xiao Lingjue asked puzzled.

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you, in fact, I just wanted to kill your fruitless senior brother with one punch, but I didn't expect him to be a little stronger than I imagined, it's a pity!"

"Really?"