"I think I've heard of this guy somewhere. A disciple in the crowd dressed in Baixiaolou's costume lowered his head in contemplation, and suddenly raised his head and exclaimed: "He is the junior disciple of King Ming." ”

The others were puzzled, and King Ming's pupils were rapidly shrinking: "The fifth on the Tianjiao list, King Ming is really bright!"

Ming Wang - Zhenhuang, the holy son of the Great Bright Temple, the legend is born, the Buddha descends from the sky and the golden lotus swells, and the Buddha recites the scriptures orally, and the vision lasts for a long time, lasting for several days.

As soon as he was born, he was brought back to the temple by the abbot of the Great Light Temple and accepted as a true inheritance, and seven years later he was designated as the next helmsman of the Great Light Temple.

And this year, he is only twenty-five years old, and he has cultivated to the Extreme Grand Master.

Cultivating King Kong is not bad, and the strong who once cultivated as a hard anti-condensation artistic conception with the extreme great master will not fall behind.

Although I don't want to admit it, the strength of King Ming's true brilliance is indeed the best among his peers!

His junior brother is naturally not a good character.

In addition to the abbot of the first vein, the Great Light Temple also has two courtyards and four halls.

The two major monasteries are the Bodhi Monastery and the Vinaya Monastery.

Among the four martial arts halls, the Arhat Hall, the Zen Heart Hall, the Prajna Hall, and the King Kong Hall are respected.

This must be the true inheritance of the Zen Heart Hall, the disciple who inherited the first seat of the Zen Heart Hall in the future, once took over the real Huang trick and became famous in the Great Light Temple.

As he continued to climb the steps, Wang Ting's momentum became stronger and stronger, both of them were masters, and the decision to win or lose was only in this short moment.

An endless edge rose into the sky, and the space in this tomb was reinforced by the world's powerhouse, stronger than the outside world.

But it was cut by this sword intent, and the void around Wang Ting began to be cut, revealing a small black space, leading to the unknown.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Since Wang Ting's debut, he has not suffered a single defeat in the same rank, so that other young generation of martial artists dare not ignore it.

Now that he is making an all-out move, it is even more eye-catching.

Zhou Zheng, Wang Linglong and others, who have a good relationship with Wang Ting, are condensed.

Zhou Zhengdao: "Childe's cultivation is similar to that Zhending monk, but Childe Tianzhong is a genius, an innate divine body, Xiao Jianli, Ming Sword Intent, and Attack Wushuang, this Buddha's heart Golden Lotus Divine Skill is based on divine sense, attacking the warrior Zhihai, although it is dangerous, but as long as Childe is strong-willed, this person is not afraid." ”

Wang Linglong glanced at Zhou Zheng, didn't my cousin say that this person was a nerd?

Wang Dawu touched the back of his head with a blank expression.

Zhou Zheng's analysis made others look sideways, after all, although this Buddha's heart cultivation golden lotus is a magical power that can be used in the Great Guangming Temple, and some people have used it, but it is obviously not ordinary for a junior to be so familiar with the explanation.

Guan Donglin looked at Zhou Zheng in surprise: "Where did you know that?

"Senior Brother Hui, the family in Xia has had contact with the Great Light Temple. Zhou Zheng's expression was calm.

Guan Donglin nodded thoughtfully and stopped talking.

Zhending's face was kind: "I have heard the name of the Sword King Ting for a long time, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation." ”

He has a peaceful face, a firm mind, and is not moved by external objects, even if it is an opponent, people are convinced of his bearing, in the four major five halls, if you talk about the state of mind, the Zen heart hall should be the first.

Wang Ting took a deep breath, the strength of the person in front of him was not weak, it was enough to be comparable to the North Wuxian, the North Underworld Liancheng and the like: "You are a good opponent, but unfortunately, you will lose this battle!" As soon as the words fell, Wang Ting's body turned into a bolt of lightning, leaving an afterimage in place and going straight to Zhending.

The Yunxiao Sword came out of its sheath, and ten sword qi slashed out with one sword, blocking all the retreats of Zhending.

Zhending's brows furrowed slightly, and he stood still, and a golden light appeared on his body: "When the Bodhisattva of Freedom and Freedom walks in the deep Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The color is not different from the void, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is empty, and the emptiness is the color.

The same is true of what you want to do. The relics are the void of all laws.

It is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirt nor clean, neither increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, and there is no thought and action. No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind.

The essentials of the Heart Sutra of Zen Heart Hall, Zhending has long been integrated, and it was with this move that he received a punch from King Zhenhuang of the Ming Dynasty, and the name was passed on to the Great Guangming Temple.

The lotus flower under his feet bloomed, and it continued to grow wildly under the urging of Yuan Li, enveloping him.

Wang Ting's sword qi slashed at it, quickly blending into it, turning into a mass of yuan power.

I was shocked, this disciple of the Great Light Temple was really extraordinary.

Wang Ting showed a sneer, competing with Yuan Li? This is really not how can an ordinary physique be compared to himself.

Only I kill the fist, intercept the immortal finger, row the cloud palm, the wind sword, the heavenly sword twelve...... All the martial arts are on display.

The onlookers were martial, looking at Wang Ting, who looked like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and they were also thinking in their hearts.

Look at Zhending again, like a 10,000-year-old turtle, not moving at all, let it go

Zhending's face was calm, and he was not moved by foreign objects at all, but under Wang Ting's constant bombardment, he also scolded his mother a little.

Wang Tingyuan's strength is strong, and the heavenly and earthly treasures obtained in the ruins before have been swallowed by him a lot, and now his cultivation is already moving towards the late stage of the Grandmaster Realm.

The seventy acupuncture points that had been opened up were frantically absorbing vitality into themselves at this moment.

His qi and blood were surging, and as he breathed, countless vitality surged into his body.

"Is he crazy?"

"What a bold man, how dare you devour your vitality like this!"

"He's not afraid of being blown up?"

The onlookers exclaimed, the master of the Grandmaster Realm opened up one hundred and eight acupoints, communicated the vitality of heaven and earth to nourish his body, and in the process of refining the Yuan Force in the body, polishing the Yuan Force of the Innate Realm into the true Yuan, and condensing the true intent of the martial arts, this is a project of water grinding tofu, and no one can achieve it overnight.

But right now, what did they see!

This Wang Ting was crazy, he actually started to break through the cultivation directly.

Wang Ting's accumulation has long been enough, and now the pores of the acupuncture points in his whole body are wide open, and with every breath he takes, there is a strange Dao essence.

Click, click, click......

A continuous sound came from Wang Ting's body, and every one of his acupuncture points was flying through, incorporating more yuan power.

From the original fifty acupuncture points, all the way to fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight......

Sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one, seventy-twoFinally, the middle stage of the Grandmaster Realm was consummated.

Wang Ting instigated Yuan Li and fiercely attacked the seventy-third acupoint.

Click!

The seventy-third acupuncture barrier was broken.

Late stage of the Grandmaster Realm.

The others were stunned, Murong Xingyun, and Fugui looked at Wang Ting with a shocked face.

Wang Linglong, Zhou Zheng and others grew their mouths.

Wang Jinglong looked like this, and looked down on the shocked appearance of the others, pouted and snorted coldly: "My son Wang Ting is the world's pride, look at you who have never seen the world!"

I'm really panicking, this is a crazy person, a good ring match, fighting the opponent and suddenly leaving you to run to break through?

However, when he cast the Buddha's Heart Cultivation Golden Lotus, he was in an absolute defensive state, and at this time, let alone interrupting Wang Ting's breakthrough, he just couldn't even make a move.

At this moment, Wang Tingfu is blessed to the soul, practicing martial arts at the age of seven, quenching the body at the age of eight, and quenching the body at the age of nine...... To the late stage of the Grandmaster Realm now.

Thirteen years of sword practice, one body learned the basic swordsmanship, Fufeng swordsmanship, cross fast sword, heavenly sword twelve, slashing the sky and drawing swordsmanship...... Ten years of sharpening a sword.

Wang Ting realized, and what he learned was attributed to a sword.

This sword is the crystallization of thirteen years of sword practice, punishing the gods.

The sword is out, and the lotus flower is broken.