As soon as Zhong Jinliang came on the field, he politely bowed his hand to the little master of Emei Mountain, and said, "Zhong Jinliang, the descendant of Zhong Kui, please give advice." ”

The little master Yu Ling on the opposite side was too calm, but he was also very respectful, bowed to Zhong Jinliang, and pronounced a Buddha horn: "Amitabha...... Yu Ling, a disciple of Mount Lengyue Shitai, has seen this Zhong Jushi. ”

At this time, Zhong Jinliang looked at the Yu Ling little master Taizheng, and found that the little master in front of him had extremely delicate facial features, white and tender skin, and he was in his early twenties, with a slender figure, just like a person who came out of the painting.

But when Zhong Jinliang looked at Mrs. Yu Ling's eyes that were as clear as water, he didn't think so anymore, her eyes were deep and vast, and she was not shocked, as if she could see through herself at a glance.

Coupled with Ge Yu and Wu Jiuyin's previous reminders, Zhong Jinliang knew that the little master in front of him definitely had a great terror hidden in his body.

Therefore, Zhong Jinliang had to deal with it calmly, at that moment, Zhong Jinliang shook the folding fan in his hand, accompanied by a burst of fairy energy, the folding fan suddenly turned into a sword, and made a crisp sound.

"Little Master Yu Ling, please ......," Zhong Jinliang beckoned.

Yu Ling Xiao Shi Tai nodded, and did not take out any magic weapons, as if this Yu Ling Xiao Shi Tai had never used any magic weapons since he participated in this fight, so he fought all the way to the top thirteen with empty hands.

Seeing that Little Master Yu Ling didn't take out the magic weapon, Zhong Jinliang asked with some confusion: "Little Master Yu Ling, don't you use magic weapons?" My sword is sharp, and I have taken advantage of it. ”

"Amitabha, the monks are merciful, don't use swords, come on." Little Master Yu Ling said too calmly.

Hearing this, Zhong Jinliang admired this little master even more, it was really a great power of Buddhism, and he was even more careful at the moment, and he was offended, so he took the immortal sword in his hand and slashed towards the little master of Yu Ling.

Even if the sharp Immortal Slashing Sword fell in front of Yu Ling's little master, she was still not in a hurry, her body only flashed slightly, and she dodged to the side.

In the eyes of the people in the audience, Yu Ling's light flash, which is ordinary, is a very ordinary routine, but in Zhong Jinliang's eyes, it is completely different, because when Yu Ling's little master was about to fall on her with the sword eye, in an instant, he dodged to the side, as if he disappeared out of thin air in place and took a step.

Such a miraculous power, it is unimaginably fast.

When Yu Ling dodged Zhong Jinliang's sword, he then waved a palm and slapped it towards Zhong Jinliang's body in the air.

As soon as the palm came out, the wind and clouds moved, and the palm wind formed a strong force, and the palm did not touch Zhong Jinliang's body at all, and Zhong Jinliang's body was pushed away by the palm wind for four or five steps.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience, this situation seemed to be deliberately avoided by Zhong Jinliang, however, only Zhong Jinliang himself could perceive what terrifying power was contained in the too small body of this Yu Ling master.

After being forced away by the little master Yu Ling, Zhong Jinliang was shocked in his heart, knowing that if he didn't release some powerful tricks, he wouldn't be able to handle this little master Yu Ling.

At that moment, he took a deep breath, lifted the Immortal Sword again, and then urged the Immortal Steps, and his body quickly surrounded Yu Ling's little master, and the Immortal Sword stabbed towards Yu Ling's little master at various tricky angles.

And at this time, the little master Yu Ling stood there still, and closed his eyes, through the powerful Qi field induction, to judge the direction of Zhong Jinliang's sword, whenever Zhong Jinliang's long sword stabbed, she was always able to take a step ahead of him, judge the trend and movement of the long sword, or dodge, or dexterously stretched out her hand, and slapped the immortal sword in Zhong Jinliang's hand.

Although it was just a slight wave of his hand, the pair of small hands as white as jade, the power of the slapping on the sword of slashing immortals, strong and terrifying, Zhong Jinliang's hands were a little numb, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand, and at this time, Yu Ling's little master Tai, there was also a faint layer of Buddha light flashing on his body, like a blooming snow lotus, spotless, so that the fear in Zhong Jinliang's heart continued to rise.

In this way, after Zhong Jinliang tried dozens of moves, he still couldn't shake Yu Ling's little master.

Then, Zhong Jinliang took a deep breath and retreated directly to the edge of the ring, intending to perform his ultimate move and add a wisp of Zhong Kui's divine sense to his body.

When Zhong Jinliang and Yu Ling Xiaoshi were too tricky, everyone in the audience looked at the circle.

Because all along, this Yu Ling little master has been mediocre in the eyes of everyone, and she has not shown much strength, but she can always win every fight.

Zhong Jinliang, as a descendant of Zhong Kui, is a dark horse killed in this ring competition, in the eyes of everyone, he is a candidate who is very promising to win the top spot, and he can't even hold this Yu Ling little master.

Among the top ten elders, there were also many people who were talking about it, even if they had participated in the battle of besieging the rudder of the first pass of the Dao, the little master Yu Ling at that time did not have any too eye-catching moves.

Ge Yu was also staring at the little master's every move, tasting it carefully, and also felt that the great Dharma contained in this little master was indeed a little difficult to defeat.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Ryoko estimated that she was going to lose.

On the ring, Zhong Jinliang shook the sword in his hand, and it turned into a folding fan again, and everyone watched it, but saw that Zhong Jinliang took out a painting scroll from the folding fan, and then hung it on the ring, and opened the painting scroll, revealing a portrait of Zhong Kui.

As soon as he saw the portrait of Zhong Kui, the people watching the ring below couldn't help but start to discuss, and everyone could see that Zhong Jinliang was going to amplify the rhythm of his moves.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Jinliang pinched his fingers and thought about it, and the surrounding Qi field began to roll endlessly, and a white fairy mist began to fill out from Zhong Kui's portrait.

Zhong Jinliang, this kid, didn't want to give up, and wanted to do the last battle with Yu Ling Xiaoshi by inviting Zhong Kui to get up.

And the little master Yu Ling on the opposite side suddenly felt a strong fluctuation of the Qi field, and her closed eyes suddenly opened, and her eyes were still as calm as water.

"Amitabha...... Patriarch Zhong Kui...... Offended ......" Yu Ling said Little Master Tai, her figure flickered, and the next moment she appeared directly by Zhong Jinliang's side.