As expected, I saw the dustless little monk clasping his hands together, first lightly sounded the Buddha's number, and then said quietly: "Amitabha! ”

This monk didn't speak loudly, but the words were clear, and it fell into Zhao Xiaobai's ears, and it was as if he had heard an absolute joke!

He said his name was Wu Neng? Zhu Wu Neng? Are he sure?

Hahahaha...... This little monk is obviously called Wuchen, hey! The impostor has a bad name, but he... Hahaha...... Why don't you just call it Bajie?

There's nothing wrong with him, why did he have such a legal name?

Did he mean to laugh at me?

However, Zhao Xiaobai found that except for him, no one in the audience looked abnormal, as if this little monk was called Wu Neng and called Wu Neng, and there was nothing to make a fuss about......

I can't help but feel strange in my heart: "Second Senior Brother" is here, and his popularity is so poor?

A sudden flash of thought flashed in my mind: Hmm, in this world, there doesn't seem to be a person named Wu Chengen who wrote the book "Journey to the West"?

So, Second Brother Zhu's famous name is not widely known in this world? No, no, except for me, maybe no one knows it at all?

Oh, I see!

But this dustless little monk just took the name of a second senior brother, is it just a coincidence?

Squinted and took a closer look, this little novice has a beautiful demeanor, an attitude that is neither humble nor arrogant, well-behaved, and his movements are sloppy, but he has the demeanor of a monk at a young age. I couldn't help but secretly admire in my heart, and for the time being, I pressed a big question mark in my heart.

"Mingyun of the Poor Dao Shenxiao Temple, I am honored to participate in this scripture competition!"

Mingyun is really good, with a graceful bearing, a crisp voice, not muddy at all, but quite like that.

Referee Zhu Yi waited for the players on both sides to finish introducing themselves, knocked on the case again, and said: "The two of them are highly cultivated, and they will definitely be earth-shattering when they start." ”

"This is the Imperial Palace, please pay attention to civility and politeness on both sides, and do not smash things. ”

"In order to ensure this, players on both sides are asked to follow the rules and not exceed the rules. Next, I invite the little princess of Anyang, An and the little princess to play and delineate the scope of activities of both parties. ”

"Please!"

It turns out that there are old rules in martial arts, and true qi and immortal power can only be smashed on each other, not others, and the palace cannot be rudely damaged. Otherwise, the judgment will not be discussed.

As soon as Zhu Yiqun's words fell, a burst of soft music suddenly sounded in the hall, and two pretty beauties, each with a long palace maid behind them, walked out gracefully to the drumbeat of music.

Both of them had their hands empty, but when they walked to the center of the main hall, their hands suddenly bloomed brightly, hmm...... Colorful redbuds and roses are sprinkled all over the sky, which is very magical.

Unexpectedly, such two big princesses also have not weak spells? Zhao Xiaobai was slightly surprised. can think of the emperor's house, a large number of famous teachers, and the elixir pill stone is also indispensable, and my heart is gradually indifferent.

The petals slowly gathered, and finally formed two two-meter square circles in the center of the main hall, which was very beautiful.

Zhao Xiaobai couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart: Hehe, let a bull-nosed Taoist priest and a bald monk, two people jump like monkeys in the middle of flowers, who came up with this idea?

Isn't it good to just draw one or two boxes?

But this time he thought about it.

Referee Zhu Yiqun's cold and ruthless voice sounded in the hall: "Those who scatter petals or are beaten and can't afford to be beaten will lose! Those who are beaten out of the circle will be defeated! Those who have no power to fight back can beg for mercy." Start now. ”

Zhao Xiaobai suddenly felt in his heart: Oh, this petal turned out to have this effect.

After looking at it, the cultivation of the Mingyun Dao people is about the 7th to 8th order of the void, and the dustless little monk is much lower, at most the 5th order of the void.

Normally, Mingyun is sure to win.

But for some reason, Zhao Xiaobai was vaguely uneasy in his heart: This little monk is afraid that it is not so simple!

Mingyun Dao people and dustless little monk each stood in a circle first, more than a foot apart, Mingyun had an autumn water sword in his hand, full of momentum; the little monk put his hands together, his eyes were slightly closed, and he had words in his mouth, as if he was chanting.

"World-honored, I have heard it like a scripture today, and it is not difficult to believe in it and accept it. If you are in the next life, after 500 years old, you will be the first person. ”

"Why is this person selfless, nobody, sentient beings, and lifeless......

Zhao Xiaobai was taken aback when he heard this: This monk is using the supreme classics of Buddhism to refute my argumentative point just now.

Hehe, don't you accept it. If you don't accept what kind of martial arts you are competing, why can't you just discuss the scriptures?

I couldn't help but glance at this monk with interest, but I didn't know that this monk had just opened his eyes and looked at him, and a clear gaze was like a streamer in the sky, shining through.

Zhao Xiaobai's eyes narrowed involuntarily, a slight purple light flew up, and the mid-air was suddenly like the sun shattering, although it was silent, it was like fireworks for a moment, and the colorful light flew away.

The two of them secretly made a hand, but they still didn't feel like a good thing, and they successively showed their horns like two strong and aggressive little bulls, shaking their farts and legs, and making gestures to do it again.

Unexpectedly, a voice sounded from the referee's bench: "Evening mirror, hurt the scene......"

"Alas~~ Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Frost and Moonlight!"

The old scholar sighed twice, the first one was originally a twilight year, as if he was reminiscing about his bloody time that had long passed, but the artistic conception of the second voice changed abruptly, looking youthful and chivalrous, as if he was envious of the red of his youth.

The air within a few zhang of Fang Yuan was suddenly like boiling water, boiling and tumbling, murderous, but it quickly stopped as if it had encountered a cold snap, and everything returned to calm.

The two teenagers knew that their actions violated the rules, and they realized that the old man intended to punish him severely, but for some reason, he suddenly sighed and collected his murderous aura. In the end, it was just a warning in the gentlest way, and the two of them couldn't help but lower their eyebrows.

In the center of the main hall, Mingyun stood in the circle, scolding suddenly, the figure suddenly changed, overlapping, like dozens of figures shaking in the circle, ten shadows and ten swords, the cold light was terrifying, but it did not start.

Zhao Xiaobai couldn't help but smile slightly: Hehe, Ling Bo is ethereal, Taoist Thousand Shadows Phantom Sword!

This Senior Brother Mingyun, his swordsmanship is really clever. The Taoist is chivalrous and self-proclaimed, so how can he take advantage of this little monk's first hand?

The little monk's eyes flashed, a shallow smile appeared on his face, and he chanted very angrily: "The green mountains are the same as the wind and rain, how can the bright moon be two towns!"

"Brother Mingyun Dao, the poor monk has trespassed!"

only heard a "bang", and several sword rays appeared around him, and it turned out to be ...... Half of the pale yellow sword light, half of the light purple sword light, looking at each other softly, flowing brightly, each shining.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince over there suddenly seemed to realize something, and suddenly stood up and shouted, "Ah......h

"The country is exotic, the sun and the moon are the same!"

In the guest of honor, an old monk with white eyebrows sat upright, his hands slightly folded, and sighed: "Amitabha!

The crown prince stood stunned for a long time, turned around abruptly, bowed slightly to his father, and said: "Father, the son is brave, attack the division of the land, please retreat!"

The emperor couldn't help but be stunned: This kid, who is so decent, how did he get involved in military affairs?

Not...... The army came to report that this so-called "Wu Neng" little monk, a single horse, actually blocked our Cangwu army from crossing the river in Zhangshui a few days ago.

Which one is he singing today?

Without iron-blooded means, how can I subdue the four people, and how can I raise the prestige of our great power! I, the emperor, have I been unconsciously bewitched by these hypocritical and righteous monks?

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