The result of the first game was unexpected.

Qing Xing unexpectedly won, although he himself was also injured a lot.

The other party did not die, although it was decided to live and die.

At the critical moment, Ling Heng still admitted defeat for his junior brother, and asked Bai Ze's envoy, who was the referee, to suspend the competition.

"Qingxing, I can't see that you can fight so well!"

Mo Wudao patted Qing Xing's shoulder and praised him without hesitation.

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission!"

Qing Xing stretched out his hand and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was a little pale, he took out a spirit pill to heal and restore mana, ate it, and then sat down on a plate to recover.

On the other side, Ling Heng's face was a little unsightly, but his junior brother's skills were not as good as others, and he couldn't be too harsh, just let him retreat to heal his injuries, and then go straight to the field.

"Linglan, do you dare to come down and fight?"

"Hehe, your opponent is not me. ”

In the face of the provocation, Mo Wudao shook his head with a smile, and stretched out his hand to point at the little monk of Fanxin, "Your opponent is him." ”

The little monk Fanxin clasped his hands together, nodded at Mo Wudao, and stepped down.

"Amitabha!"

Ling Heng frowned, what he wanted to teach the most was naturally Mo Wudao, but this little monk was also a good opponent.

As a member of the Buddhist sect, he should have stood on the side of the righteous path, but at this moment, he represented the other party, which made him very unhappy.

Although Ling Heng also knew that in this competition, if he forcibly distinguished the righteous path and the demonic path, there would indeed be some upper echelons.

But if you make a move in the right way, you naturally have to put yourself on the side of justice.

"Friends of the Buddha Heart, although they are both righteous paths, this time, I will not show mercy. ”

The aura on Ling Heng's body began to change, and a huge force began to erupt from his body as the exercises worked.

"Please teach the Young Pavilion Master!"

Fan Xin held a Zen staff in his hand, his eyes staring at Ling Heng tightly, his face was unprecedentedly solemn.

The strength of the Yunxiao Pavilion is on par with the Great Compassion Sect, they are all top-grade sects, and this Ling Heng can also be regarded as a genius disciple.

The cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period, at Ling Heng's age, can indeed be called a genius!

"Hah!"

Ling Heng burst into a shout, slammed his feet down, and directly stepped on the stones under his feet into powder, and single-handedly grasped the fist, which was a punch in the air against Fanxin.

The invisible spiritual power surged out, gradually turning into an entity, forming a uniform translucent spiritual power fist, which slammed into the heart of the Buddha unstoppably.

The speed of this punch is extremely fast, and the heart of the Buddha is almost unavoidable, and there is no way to dodge.

The most effective way to deal with it is to hit it hard! The left hand of the Brahman Heart is almost a conditioned reflex, and it suddenly pushes forward!

"Bump!"

The spiritual power fist was shattered by Fanxin's punch, and Fanxin's little monk's body shook, only to feel that his left arm was slightly numb.

What a lot of mana!

Ling Heng naturally didn't think that his casual punch could cause trouble to Fanxin, and he threw out several punches in a row.

Then there was an extra cyan long sword in his hand!

Fan Xin had already prepared this time, dodging left and right to dodge the attack of the spiritual power fist, and the Zen staff in his hand waved to stop Ling Heng's tricky sword tip.

All of a sudden!

In the open space, the dust was flying, and the cyan sword qi and the golden Buddha light of the Sanskrit heart reflected each other!

The two actually got entangled together.

Mo Wudao raised his eyebrows, the appearance of this little monk seems to be a little suspicious of releasing water.

"Xiao Linglan, the strength of this little monk seems to be more than that!"

Yi Mei'er's bright eyes flickered, and she approached Mo Wudao, and she could also see that Monk Fanxin was obviously a little reserved.

In the field, Ling Heng and Fanxin had fought for nearly a hundred moves, and their mana had consumed nearly two percent, but the two were still equal.

Mo Wudao sighed.

"After all, he is a righteous person, probably because he doesn't want to embarrass the other party too much!"

"Hmph! Sure enough, these righteous hypocrites are not reliable at all. ”

"Hehe, it's okay, at most let them get back a city!"

Mo Wudao was not too worried, but asked, "That Ning Yuan, what path is it?" Are you sure?"

Yi Mei'er glanced at the black-clothed young man who was standing straight, and shook his head, "That guy is very evil, or Brother Linglan, you should deal with it!"

"Evil Sect?" Mo Wudao didn't see any doorway.

Yi Mei'er's lips moved, and she said, "That guy's magic weapon is a spear of the upper grade spirit weapon, I heard that it is refined with the blood of tens of thousands of living beings, and it can affect people's primordial spirits. ”

"So, he is also a monk of the Yuanshen Attack Department, I don't have an advantage over him, so you should come!"

Yi Mei'er probably also knew that Mo Wudao was a sword cultivator, and the sword aura of the sword cultivator was extremely sharp, and he specialized in these fancy.

"The blood sacrifice of the living soul is refined, this is more evil than the evil cultivation, this Imperial Spirit Sect is really embarrassed to boast of the right path. Mo Wudao complained a little shamelessly.

Yi Mei'er laughed and continued to transmit the voice: "The Imperial Spirit Sect's method of controlling the spirit has always claimed the spiritual power and spiritual pet of the imperial envoy to the outside world, but in fact, there has always been a faction that cultivates the evil art of the imperial envoy. ”

"How do you know about such a secret?"

Mo Wudao was a little curious, after all, the Imperial Spirit Sect is a righteous path cultivator, and even if individual disciples cultivate, there are still factions, this is very serious, it should also be the most confidential thing in the sect, but this Yi Mei'er is so clear.

"Hehe, the charm of the girl of my Flower Sect, you elite disciples don't know how to appreciate it, but there are a lot of people who know how to appreciate it. ”

Imeer smiled charmingly, her voice full of seduction and pride.

Mo Wudao's eyelids moved, and a look of understanding appeared on his face.

It must be a key disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, who fell in love with the path of the monk disciple of the Flower Sect, and under the charm, confided in the sect's secrets.

"You know so much shady, sooner or later someone will knock on your door. Mo Wudao complained.

Yi Mei'er smiled, leaned a little closer to Mo Wudao, attached it to Mo Wudao's ear, breathed like an orchid, and whispered: "So, my brother wants to protect Mei'er and keep it secret for Mei'er!"

Yi Mei'er did not transmit this sentence, so the people around him could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, many people turned strange eyes on the two of them.

"Hehehe······"

Mo Wudao sneered emotionlessly, ignored the demon girl anymore, and turned his attention back to the field.

Ling Heng and Fanxin, after being entangled for a while, also made a lot of real fire.

A faint layer of golden Buddha light has emerged from the body of the little monk of Fanxin, and a semicircular shield has been propped up in front of the little monk.

Ling Heng's cyan sword qi continued to hit the Buddha light shield, and the powerful impact force made the golden Buddha light quickly become transparent and about to dissipate.

Fanxin's face sank, and the Zen staff in his right hand was thrust into the ground, and the earth-based spell was instantly released, and a thick earthen wall replaced the Buddha's light that was about to dissipate.

"This little monk has been defending, and he really plans to end this competition after just a delay!"

Mo Wudao muttered, if this is the case, then this little monk is really too unkind.

"If this is the case, perhaps after returning home, I should advise His Majesty the Emperor to issue a decree declaring Buddhism a cult and closing all temples in the territory!"

Mo Wudao seemed to be talking to himself, but Fanxin, who was fighting, heard it clearly.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart, this Brother Mo is really not easy to fool!