readx; Seeing that Ye Jin seemed to want to kill him, Jueming's eyes suddenly lit up, but before he blurted out the word "bold", he saw Ye Jin's wrist flip, the blade turned into the back of the knife, knocked on the side shoulder of the stick monk, and whipped it away with one blow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ye Jin jumped into the group of stick monks, swung his knife left and right, each knife could draw a stick monk, and in the blink of an eye, the awe-inspiring eighteen stick monks all fell to the ground, covering their shoulders and wailing.

Under the field, there was a deathly silence, and a group of monks and monks looked at the stick monk in amazement, and then turned to Ye Jin, their eyes moved back and forth between the two, and their mouths opened wide in shock.

In their impression, the incomparably powerful eighteen stick arrays just... Was cracked by such a fourteen-year-old boy?

Everything came so suddenly, even if you see it with your own eyes, it is still difficult to digest in a short time.

Have you lived to a dog all these years? The monks couldn't help but ask themselves this...

"Uncle Master, the disciple can be regarded as passing." Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Jin looked at the upper head of Jueming.

Don't look at him calm on the surface, but in fact, he is afraid in his heart.

The rise of the battle just now, for a while, he was confused by anger, and almost cut off the head of the stick monk.

Fortunately, there has been no vain recitation in the Buddhist scriptures for many years, and at the critical moment, he regained his consciousness and stopped the killing thought in time, which did not let Jueming catch the handle.

Jue Ming looked at the stick monks everywhere, his face was pale, the young man did not kill him, he couldn't find an excuse to refute, waved his hand, and motioned for the young man to stand in the group of monks participating in the general election in the rear.

"Don't go down yet!" Jue Ming felt a hot pain in his cheeks, and roared between his teeth, and saw that the stick monks hurriedly gritted their teeth and endured the pain and stood up, lowered their heads one by one, and left the main hall of the Dharma Academy as if they were fleeing.

"Senior Brother Yibao, what is the number of swords you used just now? How come I've never seen one? ”

"yes, yes! What a powerful knife technique, such a fierce knife momentum! ”

"This still needs to be asked, of course it is Uncle Jueyuan's tricks, hehe, Senior Brother Yibao, can you guide Senior Brother a few moves when you are free one day..."

Several monks who were close to Ye Jin gathered around, whispering compliments while being curious about the ring-breaking sword technique he had just cast.

Ye Jinqian smiled: "Senior brothers have won the award, if it weren't for the carelessness of the eighteen stick monks, the little monk would not have been able to pass the test easily, in the final analysis, the little monk was lucky." As for the knife technique just now, it was the master's master's mastery, without the consent of his old man, the little monk did not dare to reveal it in vain, and the senior brothers should not be blamed. ”

Hearing this, although everyone was disappointed, they were also expected, that kind of sword technique, just watching it will know that it is extraordinary, such a high-grade martial arts must be the ability of Uncle Jueyuan to press the bottom of the box, of course, people have to pass it on to the gatekeepers.

Hey, having a good master is different, living a comfortable life... Everyone sighed with envy in their hearts.

After the eighteen stick monks retreated, Jueming asked people to clean up the cracked floor tiles in the hall, and then an order was given, and the general election of the Dharma Academy officially began.

Ye Jin was mixed at the end of the monk group, and the two pairs of warrior monks in the visual field competed, and soon, after a series of eliminations, only thirty-two people remained.

These thirty-two people are the leaders of this year's Damo Academy election, and their martial arts talent is an absolute genius among their peers.

Jue Ming's gaze skipped over the thirty-two people, looked directly at Ye Jin at the end, his eyes flashed slightly, and he slowly spoke: "Yibao, today you broke through the eighteen Arhat stick formations and made an exception to participate in the general election. At present, there are thirty-three of you, and there is only one person missing to be your opponent. ”

Hmph, I really couldn't help but make a move. Ye Jin sneered in his heart, and his face was respectful: "All the disciples respect the arrangements of the master. ”

"Well, okay, let me think about it." Jueming pondered for a while, and said the proposal that he had thought of a long time ago: "It's better to let this seat appoint someone to be your opponent." ”

After that, without waiting for Ye Jin's reaction, he turned his head and said, "Miaobao, you will come out to compete with Yibao." ”

In an instant, countless eyes turned to the direction that Jue Ming was looking at, and there stood a young monk who was round and round like a leather ball.

Ye Jin's face changed, and his eyes froze slightly.

That person he knew that he was a well-known master of horizontal training in the temple, and he was blinded by the golden bell jar of horizontal training, known as being able to carry the tripod and be invulnerable.

The most important thing is that this person has been studying at the Damo Academy for more than ten years, and he realizes that this move is extremely unfair.

"It's... Uncle Master has gone too far..."

"Today is obviously the general election of the Damo Academy, but Yibao has to face a senior Damo Academy monk..."

"Hey, Miao Bao is even stronger than the Eighteen Stick Monks, and Yibao is difficult..."

All the monks sighed for Ye Jin, and Jueming looked at Ye Jin, who had not moved for a long time, thinking that he was afraid, so he secretly sneered and said unhurriedly: "Yibao, if you don't dare to fight, retreat quickly, don't delay the election." ”

Ye Jin didn't reply, he looked at Miao Bao quietly, his face suddenly became solemn, and he stepped forward: "Senior Brother Miao Bao, please give me advice." ”

"Please advise." Miao Bao was expressionless and returned the salute coldly. As an old monk of the Dharma Academy, being sent to deal with a young man who was still practicing in the Arhat Hall, Miao Bao felt that this was a great shame for him.

He couldn't stand the eyes of the monks around him, and decided to end this shame as soon as possible, and immediately without saying a word, a few dodges appeared less than a meter in front of Ye Jin, and a fist the size of a casserole suddenly exploded.

Syllable!

Fortunately, Ye Jin had a sixth sense to foresee the threat, so he reluctantly erected his knife at the last moment to block this punch.

In an instant, the short knife was bent, the blade was attached to Ye Jin's chest, and a huge force came from above, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and before he could stop his body, the fat man Miaobao attacked again, his fists were as fast as lightning, and he attacked left and right, and Ye Jin was in a hurry, and he could only parry in embarrassment.

This fat man looks like a ball, but the speed is terrifying!

And the power is as great as an ox, and every punch is like a hammer!

While Ye Jin was shocked in his heart, his blood was faintly boiling, this feeling of being a strong man not only did not make him afraid, but he became inexplicably excited.

The Ring Breaking Knife is to meet such a fierce opponent in chess in order to fight happily!

Come on!

With a shout in his heart, Ye Jin gave up all defenses and went all out to attack, fearless, which seemed to outsiders like a madman who didn't want to die.

Bang bang bang!

The blade slashed at Miaobao's fat body, making a series of metallic sounds, Ye Jin secretly exclaimed, it was worthy of being an invulnerable horizontal training golden bell jar, and it really lived up to its reputation.

On the other side, under Miao Bao's calm face, he was also surprised, since his golden bell jar was completed, few people could cause him pain, but he didn't expect to be cut down by the little boy in front of him a few times today, and his skin would be hot and painful.

"Hah!" Miao Bao was furious, his body shook, shook off the short knife that was split in his chest, and swept his horizontal arm away.

"First Style!" Ye Jin only felt a strong wind coming in his face, but he still didn't do anything to defend, the handle of the knife turned in the palm of his hand, and the oblique stab pointed straight up!

Bang!

Burst!

Miao Bao's thick arm smashed horizontally into Ye Jin's waist and abdomen, and the latter's short knife went down the former's belly, all the way to the collarbone!

Ye Jin's internal organs were shocked by the huge force, his throat was sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

But he saw that Miao Bao's shirt was torn, and a shallow wound from his belly to his collarbone was covered with blood.

"Good chance!" Ye Jin's eyes brightened.

Once the golden bell jar is broken, it means that the true qi in the other party's body is temporarily stopped, and at this time, it is the perfect time to take advantage of your illness to kill you!

"Second Style!"

Ye Jin ignored the injury, picked up the knife and slashed down, and slashed at the side shoulder of Miaobao!

Bang!

At the same time, Miao Bao punched Ye Jin in the chest.

It was another injury for injury, Ye Jin spurted out a ball of blood this time, and Miao Bao, a bloody incision appeared on the side of his shoulder!

Outside the field, all the monks held their breath and were speechless because of Ye Jin's desperate actions, including Jueming, who was also overturned in his heart.

"Third Style!"

Ye Jin didn't stop for a moment, and continued to make moves, this time the blade cut out a semicircle, spun and swept behind Miaobao, and in an instant, the blood flowed like an infusion!

"Ahh

Miao Bao shouted like crazy, a sense of shame rose from his heart, his face turned red, and when his emotions were out of control, he hugged Ye Jin's waist with both hands, and suddenly exerted his strength!

Ye Jin gasped, feeling that the bones in his whole body were about to shatter, but he couldn't use his strength, so he could only let Miao Bao lock his body.

Seeing that Ye Jin was about to lose, all the monks sighed, the young man's performance was good enough, but it was a pity that the opponent was too strong.

If Ye Jin is given another five years, no, with his talent, another three years, or even a year, he will definitely be able to surpass Miaobao, but now... Premature.

With the passage of time, his physical strength was slowly exhausted, and Ye Jin felt sad in his heart, did he have to stop here?

Father's hatred, sister's safety, Tan Yao's arrogance, and Zhao Qifeng's disdain flashed through his mind one by one...

Can't die... At least... Can't die here...

At this moment, Ye Jin had a flash of inspiration, and the bottleneck that had been trapped for several months suddenly broke through, and his understanding of the Ring Breaking Sword went to the next level.

The fourth form, which I couldn't understand even after racking my brains before, is now clearing the clouds, and it seems that my innate talent is at my fingertips.

Seeing Ye Jin showing his declining momentum, Jue Ming had just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, his eyes changed suddenly, and a trace of disbelief appeared on his face.

Shout!

The knife flashed in front of him, Miao Bao didn't see what was going on, he only felt that his two wrists were cold, and when he looked down, his wrists were surrounded by a circle of blood, and he was no longer able to lock Ye Jin, so he couldn't help but let go of his arms.

"Fourth Style!"

After Ye Jin landed, he held a short knife in his hand, without fancy movements, he stabbed at Miao Bao straight and straight, and when he was in front of him, his wrist was reversed, and he was a little lateral.

Miao Bao's pupils dilated, and he felt an indestructible knife tip against his throat, as long as he dared to make a little movement, the young man in front of him with infinite killing intent could easily pierce his throat with just shaking his hand.

The momentum of this knife is incomprehensible, releasing unparalleled arrogance, and his golden bell valve is in his throat, Miao Bao knows deeply that he can't prevent this knife.

"I lost..."

Miao Bao gave up resistance, his cold and arrogant eyes were no longer there, but instead of a look of admiration, he folded his hands at Ye Jin, bowed slightly, dragged his injuries all over his body, and left the hall without saying a word.