Bai Jiu was silent for a moment, looked at the clouds in front of him, bowed slightly, and said in a humble tone: "Some people may not want my Qingfeng Academy students to win the championship, but Da Yu definitely doesn't want the disciples of the Buddhist Sect to show off in my Hidden Dragon Test." So can you give this disciple of Seifuin an invisible battle? ”

Bai Jiu is a person with no background, except for the identity suspected by the big man, what can be determined now is that he is a young man surnamed Bai from Xifeng City, and now his identity as a student of Qingfeng Academy. His words have the slightest power to make the big men in the clouds obey, even if he speaks in a humble way, even if what he says is true.

It was quiet above the clouds, although the big people here belonged to Da Yu, but they belonged to different forces, and Bai Jiu's strength in Qingfeng Temple could not make all of these big people respect.

However, the sky dimmed a little in the distance, and the clouds suddenly became unusually quiet.

Vice Dean Mo was silent for a moment, and closed his eyes indifferently, as if he was casually closing his eyes to recuperate. In fact, the moment he closed his eyes, the spiritual power in his body had already broken out of his body, and he was about to urge the soundproof formation to show his attitude.

The vice president of the Purple Shirt Annexed Institute frowned, and even Coach Zhu showed a displeased look on his face at this time, and the chief examiner did not speak, but looked to the side of the clouds.

Lord Zhuge nodded slowly with a calm expression, and then closed his eyes. With several slight sounds, the white clouds surged thickly, the sky was darkened, and the soundproof formation was also activated at this time, and no sound on the gimbal could be seen or heard anymore. As for the representatives of the various factions in the Eastern Continent and the leaders of other forces, they will not be afraid to use their divine sense to find out at this time.

After a while, Bai Jiu didn't confirm whether the formation in the clouds was opened, and he didn't pay attention to these things anymore, he took a deep breath, and then slowly raised the sword in his hand.

As a god, the Void Realm is naturally a little more mysterious than it, and the slight changes in the white clouds naturally can't escape Qingyuan's perception. He who had been chanting silently also raised his head at this time, and his originally peaceful expression disappeared, but he frowned, a little dignified.

Bai Jiu looked into the distance, his eyes were like a memory, his expression seemed to go back to the past, back to when he was so young, back to the first time he saw the old lady of the Chen family, he thought for a moment and said; "If you don't speak, then you can listen to me."

"Born as a teenager, I don't have the same belief as your Buddhism or Taoism, and I don't have the spirit of the soldier's Jin Ge Iron Horse, not to mention the Confucian concept of helping people to save people, I just live to live a little longer and get justice."

Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he joined hands and pronounced the Buddha's name.

Bai Jiu continued: "From Xifeng City to Yong'an City, I have traveled thousands of mountains and rivers, but I have not experienced all the hardships. I came to Yong'an City to study, and I experienced twists and turns, but the road was smooth. I met a lot of people in Seifu-in Temple, and I also saw a wider world. Seifuin is a high mountain, but it is still not enough for me, I want to see further, and if I want justice, I must stand on a higher mountain. ”

"I want to enter Zhushan, I want to enter Lingmen, I can fight hard for this."

Bai Jiu looked at the white clouds around him and said, "Among these big people, if anyone knows my identity, they will definitely try their best to let me die, so this trick can only be used at this time, and it is possible that it can only be used this time in the hidden dragon test." ”

Qingyuan listened carefully to what Bai Jiu said, although he was from the world, he grew up in the Wuwu Temple. He didn't know how many tribulations there were in the world, just like the senior brother said that women are devils, he only believed what he saw in front of him. He couldn't understand Bai Jiu's words, but he could see Bai Jiu's resolute eyes and that desperate seriousness.

Qingyuan stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please. This posture has many intentions, the host invites guests to enter the door, invites people to eat first, invites people to drink tea.....

Bai Jiu naturally understood the intention of this posture - please make a move, please don't leave regrets.

Bai Jiu's right hand held the sword, but at this time he stretched out his left hand.

The hilt of the Night Tour Sword is very long, and Bai Jiu's left hand also holds the hilt, and there is still a little room for it, but it is just right.

The most famous thing of the Daimyo Bai family has been circulating in this world, and that is the sword.

This night sword is not a different kind of knife.

Suddenly there was a wind in the small world, and I went crazy in an instant.

The white clouds are swirling and rolling, like the neat cotton wool in the hands of a woman lying on it by an ignorant child, rolling and teasing, and there is a vision in the sky, and the white clouds become mountains like the sea.

Wuwu Temple is indisputable with the world, and it has achieved a Buddhist world in the Western Pure Land. Naturally, the views and understandings of the world are not too profound. Unwilling, and uninterested.

Qingyuan was born in a secular family, but grew up in the Wuwu Temple since he was a child.

If it comes from the red dust, it will not enter the red dust, and the Dharma name given by the master is also pure and far-reaching. However, even though he practiced in Buddhism with such a heart, Qingyuan still felt a sense of loneliness and determination from Bai Jiu.

Hongchen is gushing about all kinds of things, and it turns out that there is still such trouble.

So Qingyuan raised his head with his hands together, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and pronounced a Buddha name.

He still didn't make a sound, and the closed-mouth meditation explained by the senior brother could not be broken, but the silent Buddha sound that was silent and silent rippled in the sky, and the small world immediately rose to the sense.

The magnificent Buddha light passed through the clouds and descended to the world, solemn and vast, and the Dharma body of the Buddha behind Qingyuan was even more radiant, and the immovable Ming Dharma seemed to fall into the world at this moment.

Qingyuan pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were resolute, his hands were uncertain in front of him, and in an instant, a handprint with broad meaning was formed.

In the Buddhist body method, the King of Immovable Ming is the most vajra and not bad.

Among the Buddhist mudras, the mudra of King Ming is also the most powerful.

The senior brother explained that he could not make a move, and he could not use Zen, Qingyuan did not speak, and the Zen spirit was naturally not broken, but he made a palm print, which was still considered to be a violation of the senior brother's explanation, but he did not make a move towards Bai Jiu, he looked towards the sky, the white clouds that rolled like waves.

The two ordinary-looking fingers in front of the brand-new robe are like fingers, and they seem to be separated, and the majestic breath is in the direction of the handprint, and the white clouds in the sky are dispersed.

Silently, the aura of the white clouds tumbling violently came to a halt, and suddenly even the wind in the sky condensed.

The Ling Ran aura hidden in the white clouds also slackened at this time.

Bai Jiu's face was as white as paper, and suddenly an unnatural flush appeared on his cheeks, and then a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

To fight against the lack of gods in the realm of spirit, it is a Buddhist disciple of Wuwu Temple like Qingyuan, if the Buddhist disciple really makes a move, how can he have the slightest chance of winning.

Bai Jiu smiled bitterly, but his expression was not gloomy, but extremely resolute. He didn't reach out to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, because his hands were on either side of the hilt of the sword, and his knees were slightly bent and his feet gradually straining, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity to strike, more like a soldier charging with a knife.

Then the clouds rolled again, and a few minutes more violently than before, and the wind rose in all directions, and the wind whistled like a dragon dancing and roaring in the clouds. The Buddha's light through the clouds gradually became scarce, and the heavy white clouds got closer and closer, gradually pressing down the two people in the clouds.

Feeling that his Buddhist mudra was strangled by the clouds, Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged, he looked at Bai Jiu, and after seeing the blood overflowing from the corner of the latter's mouth, his eyes gradually became pity.

Closed-mouth meditation made the monk unable to speak, and naturally could not sigh, so he could only sigh softly in his heart, and then scattered the handprints of the Ming King, put his hands together to guard his heart, and then slowly closed his eyes.

White clouds fell from the sky, and the fierceness in the clouds became thicker.

Bai Jiu said, "Thank you." ”

Then he leaped into the clouds with his sword.

As Bai Jiu's figure disappeared into the clouds, the white clouds that were originally tumbling did not become violent again, but gradually subsided. The roaring wind also lost its voice at this time, and there was nothing in the air except for the heavy white clouds that weighed down the city.

The induction that rose in the small world naturally couldn't escape the sight of those candidates, but they couldn't see the slightest abnormality except for being shocked by the slowly pressing white clouds in the sky. Among these people, only Tang Chun had a solemn expression, and Tianyu looked at the sky with an indifferent expression with a hint of surprise.

The big man in the clouds naturally can't see or hear the slightest because of the formation, this atmosphere is very quiet, quiet and a little weird.

Bai Jiu held the sword like a knife, and the fierceness in the cloud also changed in an instant, like a majestic sword intent.