What a familiar scene, what a strange feeling!

Oh, how did he know that, and how did he come up with this?

Who the hell is he!

... The shadow that slowly swayed in the air, like an invincible elf, emitted a holy light that illuminated all the darkness, was it a No. 3 hemostatic bending pliers?

Zhao Xiaobai couldn't tell what he felt at this moment, whether it was pain or joy, he bent down slightly, said "uh" weakly, and touched his chest with one hand.

He already knew how this contest would end.

How many gushing blood has this little surgical forceps stopped and how many lives have been saved? How many life-seeking Yamas from hell have been driven away, and how many evil spirits and demons have been repelled in the world?

Its contribution to the world, its deterrence of demons and monsters, is it comparable to a mere peachwood sword?

This scene lingers in my mind, making people feel that they are still in their previous lives, how can they ever travel to a foreign land?

This little monk! He, he's ...... too Doctor?

......

No one noticed Zhao Xiaobai's abnormality, and no one knew this thing, its curved sharp mouth and beautiful streamlined lines were not something this world could have......

The people were shocked to find that the ethereal ghosts in the main hall were panicked and had nowhere to hide, and let out desperate screams, which exploded one after another and dissipated in the wind.

And the bauhinia under Mingyun seems to have seen the idol in his heart, or the hero he has admired for a long time, shouting out the most emotional cheers in the world of flowers, expressing the most sincere respect of the flower elf.

One by one, they slowly floated up and hugged the little phantom......

However, in a moment, the circle formed by the redbud flowers at Mingyun's feet disappeared, and the hall was full of fluttering bauhinia petals, and the ground was soon full of colorful flowers!

"Smack!" There was a soft sound, and the peachwood sword in Mingyun's hand broke.

He sighed as if he had aged ten years at once, and he looked at everything in front of him in a daze, almost unable to believe his eyes!

He understood that he had been defeated, completely defeated, and defeated for no reason, so he bowed to the little monk helplessly, and walked back with a tired expression.

The stumbling steps vented the unwillingness in his heart, and the tightened thick eyebrows revealed deep incomprehension...... But he had to accept the reality.

Zhao Xiaobai suppressed the shock in his heart, raised his head suddenly, and inadvertently, a bright light shot towards the little monk, and on the referee's seat, the white-haired Fan Tong boss was quick with his eyes, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened.

The right hand wrote wildly in the air, and in a moment a word was written, a white light flashed, and with a "snap" sound, it shattered the bright light sent by Zhao Xiaobai.

The collision of two lights and shadows emitted a moment of brilliant light in the air, which looked like a way to celebrate the victory of the little monk by setting off fireworks.

Old Master Fan wanted to open his mouth to reprimand, but he felt that Zhao Xiaobai's clear light did not have the slightest killing intent, did not have the slightest obscenity and disrespect, and would not even cause a little harm to even an ordinary person, at most it was like touching it affectionately.

Suddenly glanced at Zhao Xiaobai in surprise, shook his head, and sat silently.

Zhao Xiaobai was stunned in his heart: Rune, this old scholar is a rune master!

I'm ......

What did he want to lose?

Looking at his penmanship, if my intuition hadn't deceived me, just now the incident happened suddenly, he... He didn't be able to write it completely, what he wanted to write was: Lose you old?

Haha, this old scholar, only eight buckets high, famous and heavy, actually has such a rude time?

Poor road me... Hehe, it's so much admiration!

The winner of the contest has been decided.

Then, in the first two rounds of the Sutra Meeting, the two doors of Buddhism and Taoism fought to a one-to-one draw.

Senior Brother of Shenxiao Hall frowned, this most sure game was actually lost? And he lost so inexplicably? The third game is sure to be won or lost, I am not sure.

If you lose, Master Tong returns from the ancestral mountain, and he doesn't have the title of national teacher, so don't you scold me for being bloody?

...... The thrilling and strange scene on the martial arts field made referee Zhu Yiqun's brain power outage for a moment.

The old gentleman sighed a little in his heart: How did the young people of today become so strong? Where did they come up with so many novel ideas and whimsical creations?

At this moment, he clearly felt that he was old, although he was only in his fifties, but there seemed to be a gurgling spring that moistened his heart: Very good! The young man in the world is very promising, and the generation is stronger than the next!

The ugly-faced referee looked at the shocked eyes of the hall, knocked on the case table heavily, and said sharply: "In the second competition of this year's Discussion of the Scriptures, Lingbao Temple won!"

When he said this, although his hateful face was raised, some people with a heart were surprised to find that this referee, who had always spoken in a scathing tone, actually showed a trace of warmth in his hard words at this time!

It's as if I'm being moved by something.

Zhao Xiaobai couldn't help but think: If this half-old scholar confesses to his lover who has admired him for half his life at this time, it must be particularly touching, and even his hard-hearted heart will be softened by him.

The third game was presided over by referee Xia Jianren, and this one was naturally a comparison: spells.

When the referee was still gossiping about the rules, Zhao Xiaobai's eyes looked at the monk who was about to appear on the opposite side, and suddenly a whimsical thought swept through his heart: This person can't be called Wujing, right?

When the rules were finally introduced and the players on both sides introduced themselves, Zhao Xiaobai suddenly realized!

No wonder the dustless little monk took the name of "Second Senior Brother", it turned out that the monk with a square face who was about to appear was not the "Third Senior Brother"?

There is such a good hint in advance, if you want to impersonate, whoever doesn't assume the name of the second senior brother is a big fool!

But the question is...... This "third senior brother" is mostly just a coincidence, but the problem of the second senior brother is a big one!

I'm going! Have I finally found an "accomplice"?

Heavens, you also pity me for being alone here, and sent me a buddy?

......

In the third scene, Lingbao Temple appeared as a monk of Wujing, and Shenxiao Temple appeared as a Mingfeng Taoist person.

The rules of the game are very simple, that is, you can't use the slightest mental power, but you have to show skills that ordinary people can't.

There are many talented people in the world, this is not difficult, the difficulty is to compare whose skills are more superb, according to the referee Mr. Fan Lao, that is, monks can not use spells, Taoist priests can not use Taoism

There is a reason why the old gentleman said this.

I heard that the human race in Zhongzhou divides the mages like this:

Monk: Spells.

Taoist: Taoism.

Scholar: Runes.

Demons: Witchcraft.

Zhao Xiaobai felt that this division method was indeed a lot more "scientific", but it was too cumbersome, so it was better to call it a mage.

But will this so-called spell comparison be calm?