Rao Yiquan Zuyin had already expected it, but he was still a little speechless about this bald man: How could anyone come up to ask this kind of multiple-choice question?

Wang Xiangbei doesn't know whether it should be jealousy and hatred or a bubble in his brain, although he takes it as his mission to kill demons, but as a monk, he can't help but be a little too interested in this kind of thing.

In the end, the two still didn't fight in the cafeteria, but this short meeting was seen by people with a heart, and some people thought that it was similar to Bai Mu and Sheng Huairen's discussion, and the two had a trial. There are also some people who have their brains open and suspect that the two are playing match-fixing......

At the crowded martial arts stage, the audience always sat down earlier than the contestants, hoping that they could come to the front of the stage to see any details of the match.

On the martial arts platform, Quan Zuyin landed the ancient coffin, still maintaining a contact point between his body and the ancient coffin, looking at the fully armed monk Wang Xiangbei opposite, there was a sense of oppression in his heart, which was the depression brought about by attribute suppression.

Wang Xiangbei looked at the blood-colored lotus flower on the ancient coffin that was gradually complete, and always felt that if he allowed the spring ancestor yin of this age and himself to grow up, he might not be weaker than Du Jiao's demon.

The Buddha beads in his hand did not need to be twisted to slowly rotate, and a six-character proverb appeared behind Wang Xiangbei's head, turning into a ring and circling around behind him.

Bai Huahua pinched a sweat for Quan Zuyin in the audience: Buddhism and Taoism are considered to be immortal cultivation inheritances that directly touch the origin of the world, and Taoist cultivation methods are still the mainstream, but Buddhism has always been like a veil, and countless monks have explored with the intention of exploration, and finally chose to escape into the empty door.

Bai Huahua is already a disciple of the Taoist Sect, but he has only seen the tip of the iceberg in the long-standing inheritance of Taoism. Even so, Bai Huahua can already be alone in this realm, and it is conceivable that the Buddhists who have been alongside Taoism for thousands of years must also have their own unique strength.

There was a clear shout from the side of the guard, which meant that the game had begun, and the spectators present found that the enchantment had moved in response to the sound, and it had actually been reinforced by another layer, reaching the standard of martial arts in the Imperial Weapon Realm. Having not done this kind of treatment in previous matches means that this one is even more intense than all the previous ones?

The two grandmasters of the Grandmaster Realm on the gimbal looked at each other and smiled bitterly: If this thin layer of enchantment can really guarantee foolproof, his two skirts will save trouble.

Quan Zuyin didn't hesitate, and dark red energy flowed out of the ancient coffin, wrapping around his body, quickly transforming his thin body.

Wang Xiangbei snorted lightly: "Punished!"

The Zen staff in Wang Xiangbei's hand fell to the ground, and the ground of the martial arts platform cracked in response, and a gap zigzagged to Quan Zuyin's feet, and an invisible force was approaching Quan Zuyin.

Quan Zuyin snorted, only to feel a heavy punch in his chest, and the aura in his body flowed a little slower.

"Warrior monk?"

Bai Huahua has also heard that the first-class warrior monks in Buddhism win by brute force, but unlike ordinary body refining monks, they do not transform their bodies to achieve the effect of humanoid weapons, but use the unique methods of Buddhism such as Buddha Light in the most simple way of attack and killing.

Although the first-class warrior monk definitely has a place in physical arts, it is obviously the easiest to understand and the easiest to defend compared to other schools of Buddhism.

Quan Zuyin rested his left hand on the ancient coffin, and his right hand was clenched into a fist. Wang Xiangbei took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the Zen staff in his hand waved in the air, and the strength was transmitted. Quan Zuyin's eyes were burning, and he punched the air with a punch, as if he had punched each other with a strong man.

"Boom!"

Quan Zuyin took a step back, and the blood on his face was even less, but the monk who attacked with a Zen staff on the opposite side was not affected.

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, when Quan Zuyin hadn't come back yet, among the monks under the Imperial Weapon Realm, he could at least rank among the top five, but he didn't expect to be at a disadvantage in a simple confrontation!

Quan Zuyin understands that under the advantages of one and the other, he will lose this game with the most aggrieved posture sooner or later. There seemed to be a faint sigh from the ancient coffin behind him, the people in the audience were okay, Wang Xiangbei on the stage was in a great spirit, and the six-character proverb behind him was bold, like six suns, which made people unable to look directly.

The green tendons on Quan Zuyin's left hand burst out, and he actually suppressed the restless ancient coffin. He closed his eyes and raised his hand, and a ghost lamp condensed in the void.

Wang Xiangbei tilted his head to look at this strange-shaped ghost lamp, and saw that on the ghost-like lampholder, the flame was flickering and extinguishing, and it was clearly a residual candle, as if a breath of turbid air could blow it out.

Bai Huahua was a little puzzled: "How can this type of martial art have a declining momentum?"

The monks beside him were reluctant to blink, and explained to Bai Huahua: "This trick is extremely weird, it has appeared before, the ghost lamp is not lethal when it is on, and it will only have terrifying power when the ghost lamp is extinguished." ”

Bai Huahua suddenly realized, it turned out that this style actually wanted to cultivate the ghost lamp as weak as possible.

The ghost fire flashed and came to Wang Xiangbei's chest. Everyone only said that Wang Xiangbei wanted to list the six-character proverbs behind him into a protective array to isolate the ghost fire, but they didn't expect Wang Xiangbei to simply expose his chest, the ghost fire was hidden in his body, and chain-like charms appeared in his limbs.

On the cloud platform, the two grandmasters of the Grandmaster Realm looked at each other and smiled: "I didn't expect that this monk also has a bit of understanding." ”

The folding fan in the scholar's hand opened and closed to record this scene, and he sighed and said: "I have seen a lot of novices who cultivate Buddhism, how many of them have the courage to fall into hell? Will the monks of the Wang family, who are half-way monks, be Buddhist giants in the future?"

The noisy auditorium quickly fell silent with a gesture from the guard, and some of the guys who had experienced the battle of Izumi even had the urge to leave their seats, they probably knew what was going to happen next.

"Poof. ”

Quan Zuyin clenched his fist with one hand, and gently patted it on the tiger's mouth with the other hand, as if to extinguish a candle in his hand. The ghost lamp floating between the two of them was also fluttering, and then turned into a thin wisp of smoke.

Hell is coming!

Quan Zuyin's realm and understanding of martial arts have changed drastically, and compared to the scene of the last hell coming, this time Quan Zuyin's forbidden technique is more real.

A crack opened in the air, first the huge pupils shook and peeked into the world, and then the two ghost hands were half-stretched out, as if they wanted to tear open this side of the universe, and the real body came here!