"Amitabha"

Hearing someone ask the reason, the blue-clothed monk opened his eyes and glanced at Jian Wuyan, and then he revealed the reason for the matter: "The poor monk was originally a monk from the Bodhi Spirit Mountain in the White Tiger Realm, and his Dharma name is clear. Some time ago, when the poor monk passed by a village called Gantian Village at the northwest junction of the White Tiger Realm, he found that many villagers had starved to death due to the drought and the lack of harvest..."

Speaking of this, the monk's tone was suddenly a little sad: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are a must for mortals like us, but my Buddha is compassionate, and the poor monk really can't bear to see these innocent villagers die, it's just..."

The monk sighed helplessly and continued: "Although the poor monk is helping with all his money, after all, the manpower is thin and it is just a drop in the bucket. In desperation, the poor monk had to come to participate in the martial arts performance in the four realms, hoping that my Buddha would bless him, help the poor monk win the championship, and get this honorarium to help this group of villagers. ”

Speaking of which, everyone present more or less understood that this monk was overspending the dead villagers. For a while, many people looked at the monk's eyes from disgust to respect, but some people didn't believe it.

"How do you prove that what you say is true? I think you're a liar!"

"Yes, yes, the White Tiger Realm has always had abundant rain, how can there be a famine?"

"I can't say that, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and it is not impossible for the northwest junction to enter the land of the evil clan, besides, this master is a high monk of Bodhi Ling Mountain, what kind of place is this Bodhi Ling Mountain?

"He said that he was a gift from Bodhi Lingshan, so you can believe it? There are many monks in the White Tiger Realm, and there are many fake monks who cheat money and sex. ”

In the face of doubts, the monk did not make much excuses, and said extremely uprightly: "Monks don't speak." ”

Just when everyone in the venue was arguing endlessly, a voice that made everyone present feel a little deafening sounded.

"Get out of the way!"

As soon as the words fell, a wave of qi shook away the people gathered around the monk of the clear sky, and even the three of Jian Wuya felt the strength of this wave of qi, and unconsciously took two steps back. Everyone looked behind them, only to see Jiang Yucheng raise his palm, and a golden object with the light of thunder and lightning hit the monk in the clear sky.

The pure space monk's eyes opened, his whole body was flooded with golden Buddha light, and his right hand was raised to catch the golden object, and the huge force made the pure space monk retreat backwards, just when everyone thought that the pure space monk was about to hit the wall, the Buddha light on the pure space monk was shocked, and he actually stopped suddenly.

The golden light dissipated, and everyone saw that what the monk had caught in his hand was a gold ingot.

"The Ming King Jin of Bodhi Lingshan is worthy of his name, Jiang Yucheng has received it!"

Jiang Yucheng withdrew his hand, and his extraordinary bearing made many people present admire. After the monk put away the gold ingots, he also politely saluted Jiang Yucheng: "Thank you for the donor's gift, and many villagers in Gantian Village on behalf of the poor monk have thanked Shi's actions."

Jiang Yucheng didn't stop for much and turned around and left: "Just for you to take over my sixth-layer skill, I promise you a promise, the day I win the championship will be when Gantian Village is rescued!"

It's a crazy sentence, completely ignoring the players present, but everyone present knows that this sentence is not crazy.

"Jiang Yucheng said that he was a monk from Bodhi Ling Mountain, that's absolutely right.."

Good confidence! Good bearing! This is the real strong man!

Jian Wuya admired it in his heart, but also became a little more interested in this person, he had no intersection with this Jiang Yucheng, but it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that he was a decisive person, and he never thought that he would have such a heart of justice and righteousness.

"Ahem, ahem, attention, the Four Realms Martial Arts Qualifiers are about to start!

An old voice came from the air, and everyone looked up, and a gray-robed old man with white hair was floating in the air, obviously an old man in the period of extinction. With such a strong man pressing the formation, of course everyone didn't dare to make a mistake, and they all obediently gathered in the area designated by the old man.

The old man in the air touched his gray beard, seemed to be very satisfied, and slowly fell into the ring and continued: "The old man is the old minister of the Divine Heavenly Dynasty under the throne of the Martial Emperor of the Divine Dynasty, Dongmen Yaori, who is responsible for the affairs related to this martial arts exercise in the Four Realms, and all the young heroes have come here thousands of miles away, and they have all worked hard..."

As soon as the old man's identity came out, everyone in the audience began to whisper, and it was definitely not simple to see that the identity of this old man was definitely not simple.

"Dongmen Yaori, isn't it the legendary old general who wiped out the 20,000 troops of the evil clan during the Shenzhou Catastrophe?"

"I didn't expect the Martial Emperor to send him to be in charge of this competition..."

"Ahem, ahem!"

Dongmen Yaori coughed twice again to signal everyone to be quiet: "This preliminary selection will select eight out of five hundred and eighty-three players to enter the finals, so the competition is very fierce, let's explain the rules of the competition..."

Jian Wuya heard this and roughly calculated in his heart, eight out of the five hundred and eighty-three players were selected, that is, one out of more than seventy people, and among the people present, there were not a few people whose strength was around the Spiritual Silence Period, and this preliminary selection was indeed fiercely competitive.

"Due to the large number of participants, the qualifiers are divided into eight groups, and the last winner in each group can participate in the finals. But you can't kill your opponent, you can't use poisons, hidden weapons and other items, and you only have half a pillar of incense in each game. If the winner has not been decided within the specified time, the ten disciples under the old man's seat will make a decision.

Dongmen Yaori looked around at everyone, was quiet, and nodded: "Very good, then let's start the lottery!"

With a wave of his sleeves as he spoke, hundreds of wooden sticks appeared out of thin air, scurrying around the venue irregularly: "The time limit is one hour, you catch it yourself, which one you catch, you can't ask others for help, otherwise both of you will be treated as abstention!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the audition hall, and everyone was scrambling to grab the wooden sticks, but these wooden sticks were also magical, the speed was extremely fast, and many people frequently caught the air. So some people began to complain: "Senior, you are too fast to catch it!"

Dongmen Yaori lay on a Taishi chair and took a leisurely sip of tea: "If others catch you and you can't catch it, who can blame you? You can only blame yourself for not being as good as others! The old man advises you, what qualifications do those who can't even catch wooden sticks have to compare with those who are caught? If you abstain early, the province will be embarrassed!"

What they say is advice, but in fact they despise it, which of the contestants present is not the leading rising star in the sect? They are all strong men of the younger generation, and who would think that they are inferior to others?

"What the seniors said is reasonable!"

Jiang Yucheng walked to the east gate Yao Ri, grabbed the void with his right hand, and a strong suction force made the nearby wooden sticks unable to escape, and all of them were sucked into Jiang Yucheng's palm.