Bai Mu stretched out his hand and touched the two-meter-tall golden bell: "Can this trap Zhu Tianjiao?

It looks like a good magic weapon, but Bai Mu can't find any spiritual patterns or prohibitions from it, it looks like it is a special material at most, and it shouldn't have any deterrent effect for the monk, to say that it's different, only the scriptures on the body of the bell look mysterious.

Wang Xiangbei's face was a little ugly: The bell just now at least showed that the demon still had the strength to turn around in the body of the bell! This was the golden bell given by the master, and he saw with his own eyes that many big demons were about to disappear after the golden bell rang through, and an evil cultivator in the half-step imperial weapon realm could actually ......

"The little monk outside, do you have a master?"

The voice of the man in the bell was strange, and he spoke like a smile, a kind of evil laugh that sent chills down the spine. Trapped in the enemy's spells, he can still talk and laugh, and he is worthy of the name of Tianjiao.

"I advise you to put away the Admiralty, I don't care about you, otherwise Grandpa walks out of Admiralty in a moment or three, and the little monk will become a resentful soul under my chains. ”

The man's tone of speech was as comfortable as chatting and drinking, as if he and the monk Wang Xiangbei were not fighting, but brothers in the night market. But in Bai Mu's opinion, such a statement made people realize that Du Tianjiao was not unaffected, and Wang Xiangbei's spell still gave him some losses - at least he was unwilling to walk out of the Admiralty by himself.

Wang Xiangbei's face was also better-looking, and he got up under the surprised gaze of everyone, instead of putting away the golden bell, he stood on the top of the bell with one foot, and with a light shout, the golden bell under his feet slammed downward, and the bell mouth with the ruffle side squatted out a mark on the hard bluestone.

Bai Mu saw that Wang Xiangbei looked like he was sitting on the ground and participating in Zen, and he was also speechless, he was really a brainless guy: he was also a junior elite of the spiritual vein, and the spiritual vein probably would not let a monk like Zhu Tianjiao miss the qualification to participate in the competition because of infighting, not to mention that Zhu Tianjiao's master came from 100,000 mountains, and he was probably not inferior to the Jindan master of the Yin family.

There are few old men in the spiritual vein who do not protect their calves, and looking at the temperament of Zhu Tianjiao in the Golden Bell, he will not suffer a loss, if Wang Xiangbei is like Zhu Tianjiao, who is also a spiritual vein cultivator here, it is inevitably a little unrealistic.

However, Bai Mu himself doesn't care, it's best for the two of them to fight a little more fiercely, first, it can open Bai Mu's eyes, and second, two of the four masters said by Jian Laohuai are entangled, and Bai Mu will have a lot less pressure.

Wang Xiangbei wanted to suppress Zhu Tianjiao, who was in the same realm as himself, with the blessing of the golden bell given by his master, and he didn't have much effort, and he still had the spare strength to observe Bai Mu, who was extraordinary: "The little monk sees that the donor has some fate with Buddhism, hasn't he met a person in Buddhism before?"

Bai Mu's face darkened: It's okay not to talk about this, speaking of this, Bai Mu really doesn't have a good impression of this group of thieves, and the demon monk of the Buddha Kingdom asked Bai Mu to be his sacrificial refining material when he met. Compared with Quan Zuyin, who looks like a righteous monk from the underworld, some monks who seem to be full of benevolence and morality but hide bad thoughts are more like evil cultivators.

Wang Xiangbei and his master did not learn the essence of Buddhism's "investigation", so he could only say with some hesitation at this time: "The little monk sees that the donor has had a bloody disaster in recent days. It's better to use less swords. ”

Bai Mu raised his eyebrows, hugged his fists and thanked him, but he didn't think so: the battle was imminent, and it was a little unrealistic for him not to move his sword. Bai Mu turned around and entered the Ersan Hutong, and sure enough, he saw a few golden lights flying in the distance, it was a few guards of the spiritual veins who made a move, presumably the one in the golden bell would soon be out of trouble.

The follow-up has nothing to do with Bai Mu, he knows that the few "level-pressing bosses" who have been exiled have returned to the spiritual vein, and the most important thing to do at this time is to recuperate.

......

In anticipation of everyone, the competition for the qualification to enter the real spirit vein finally kicked off, and the order of the competition was no different from the previous potential list, but many monks who understood that their strength was inferior to others no longer signed up, but chose to watch the winners' fighting methods from the audience.

In this way, although there are fewer applicants, all of them are strong people with real strength, and they are called to the several guards at the registration office to brush their beards and sigh for spiritual veins.

Bai Mu and Quan Zuyin left the registration office together, and the sign in their hands flashed, and the information had been entered. The surrounding crowd looked at the two scattered cultivators who were no longer what they used to be, and there was a complicated meaning in their eyes.

Bai Mu put away the cards in his hand, stomped his right foot lightly, and a wind spiritual power flew out of his sleeve robe like a naughty fish, which could be used to stop a flying sword. Although Quan Zuyin has been created, and now he is also a half-step imperial weapon realm, but in terms of perception and the strength of not opening the coffin, he is still far inferior to Bai Mu.

At this time, perceiving the actual killing intent on the flying sword that Bai Mu stopped, Quan Zuyin's eyebrows were raised: Lingmai clearly forbids private fights before the game, which one dares to do it in public?

Bai Mu felt the surging power coming from the flying sword, and already knew what kind of old incident it was, so he could only frown and say: "First of all, Sheng Zhengyang's death has nothing to do with me; ”

"What a good one has nothing to do with you!"

The crowd automatically split into a line, and the owner of the flying sword, Sheng Huairen, had a sarcastic look in his eyes, and with a wave of his fingers, the flying sword easily broke through the control of the wind spiritual power: "The strength is quite acceptable, I'm just worried that you will be eliminated if you can't survive the battle with me." ”

Quan Zuyin didn't say a word, and smashed the coffin, making Sheng Huairen look confused: Big brother, who are you?

Sheng Huairen's long sword was out of the body, and the sound of the dragon made the heels of some of the monks present who were not well cultivated soften, and the spiritual power of the water system was like a wave of waves, pushing Quan Zuyin's coffin away, and the faces of both of them changed.

Sheng Huairen didn't expect that a young man who seemed to be a follower next to Bai Mu would have such great strength: carrying an ancient coffin on a daily basis was already an additional burden, and now the ancient coffin was about twice as heavy as an ordinary adult man under the temptation. Of course, such a weight is nothing for a monk, but it is also surprising to be able to carry it on a daily basis.

Quan Zuyin wants to teach this person who speaks wild words a lesson, coming out of Valhalla, he is already familiar with the grasp of death, so that he can make the earth-shattering way of "shooting people with the coffin of the ancestors", but I didn't expect it to be a disadvantage.

Sheng Huairen raised his eyebrows and asked Bai Mu: "Why don't you stop it?"

Bai Mu's eyes widened: "It was Quan Zuyin who beat you, what does it have to do with me Bai someone?"