At this time, Yuan Wu woke up to the fact that Huang Fei's martial arts had already reached the point of being superb, not only came first, but also was so fast that he couldn't catch it with the naked eye, and his body couldn't even react to the damage caused by Huang Fei in time.

If it is said that in the first martial arts competition, the entire martial arts people saw the invisible group damage of the Bodhi Temple's Buddhist stunt, then the second scene is the moment when Xuantian Sect shows its face, and almost most of the sects have begun to consider the strength of Xuantian Sect.

Bodhi Temple, as the first Buddhist gate in the world, and Xuantian Sect, as the first sect in the world, can be said to be the Taishan Beidou of martial arts, but Bodhi Temple is in the hands of Xuantian Sect, but it didn't even hold on to a round.

People have to sigh and guess that although Xuantian Sect has always had the title of the first sect in the world, it was only given by the Son of Heaven, and many people were unconvinced, or unconvinced.

This martial arts conference, could it be that Li Chao showed off his Xuantian Sect's stage, so that the major factions suddenly felt why Li Chao was willing to contribute money and efforts to carry out such a big project to hold a martial arts conference.

After announcing the results, Huang Fei shook his head and stepped off the stage with a lazy face, while Yuanwu also returned to his seat in Bodhi Temple.

Zhishan looked at Yuanjue and Yuanwu, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Do you two have any feelings this time?"

Yuan Jue's face was black, and he seemed to be a little indignant about the obsession that saved Xuan Ku just now: "If it weren't for the obsessive teacher..... Obsessed with that monk, the Sprinkle family must abolish his little disciple to kill the arrogance of this traitor. ”

Yuanjue's answer obviously could not satisfy Zhishan, so he looked at Yuanwu, hoping to get the answer he wanted, now the Bodhi Temple is not as good as the generation, if you don't find a disciple who can teach the mantle, then the Bodhi Temple will be even more difficult to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future.

Yuanwu said, "Disciple...... The disciple did not agree with the senior brother's view. ”

"Senior brother, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Go on. ”

Yuan Jue was obviously dissatisfied with Yuan Wu's disagreement with his own point of view, but in Ji Sun's warning eyes, he couldn't help but keep his mouth shut.

Yuanwu continued: "What happened back then was a misunderstanding, whether it was our Bodhi Temple or Shaolin Temple, everyone has the same root and the same origin, even if they can't support each other, there is no need to become mortal enemies, not to mention that my Buddha is compassionate, how can there be retribution." ”

"There is no absoluteness in everything, and there are clouds in the Buddha's words: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform, and the Buddha nature is always pure, where there is dust! The mirror is pure, but where is the dust! Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in the first place, where can there be dust! Bodhi only seeks from the heart, why bother to seek the mystery from the outside? After you go back, you should meditate and contemplate!"

"Oh Buddha Mita, disciple understands!"

"Oh Buddha Mita, disciple understands!"

Although Yuanjue and Yuanwu answered the words of the best in one voice, their expressions were different, if Yuanjue was still dissatisfied with the supreme good, then Yuanwu was full of acceptance of the teachings of the supreme good.

Zhishan nodded with satisfaction, not speaking, but watching the game on the competition platform seriously, because in Zhishan's heart, the right person has been decided to inherit the mantle of Bodhi Temple.

The third competition is Baihuage An Yiru against Jing Xuan of the Emei faction, these two sects are very distinctive, they are both sects composed of women, and the two people who can fight are both the youngest and best disciples of each faction, so the heads of the two factions also attach great importance to this competition.

Baihuage's clothes are mainly white caftan skirts, and the accessories on the body are also high-quality handmade products, which are very luxurious, while Emei's clothes are much simpler, most of them are Buddhist robes, but according to different identities, there are differences in color shades.

An Yiru stirred the hair on the side of the ear, and landed on the competition platform generously with a sword, while Jing Xuan of the Emei faction looked much more restrained, but in comparison, Jing Xuan looked more mature and stable.

"Little Master Jing Xuan, the little sister is only a shallow learner, and her martial arts are not in the stream, I hope the little master will be merciful!"

"Oh Mida Buddha, Miss An can pass all the way, how can she be a person who is only a shallow learner, and please ask Miss An to give advice, so that Jing Xuan can learn the Hundred Flowers Sword Technique of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, so that Jing Xuan will not come to the martial arts conference in vain!"

A hint of curvature appeared at the corner of An Yiru's mouth, and her right hand gently pulled out the sword from the scabbard and pointed at Jing Xuan from afar, with a ridiculous expression on her face.

"Since Junior Master Jing Xuan wants to teach me the Hundred Flowers Sword Technique of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, then as a return gift, will Junior Master Jing Xuan use the Ping Trace Sword Technique of the Emei Sect!"

Jing Xuan held the sword to deal with An Ruyi in a defensive posture, and there was no expression on her face: "Ping's swordsmanship is the highest martial art of the Emei faction, Jing Xuan is not talented, and can only comprehend one or two of them." ”

"Oh, yes, then the little sister is going to try it even more!"

It's too late, that's fast, just as An Ruyi's words fell, the long sword in his hand actually drew several sword flowers in mid-air, and the sword shadow stabbed Jing Xuan directly with the sword flowers.

Jing Xuan waved her long sword and remained on the defensive, because in her opinion, the other party was now just the starting style of the Hundred Flowers Sword Technique, and the real Hundred Flowers Sword Technique was fast enough to instantly draw a hundred sword flowers dancing in the air, and when the enemy came back to his senses, his body had already been stabbed all over his body.

"Little Master Jing Xuan only defends and doesn't attack, does he look down on me?"

Although An Yiru was smiling, the sword in his hand was not idle for a moment, and at the same time as Jing Xuan's sword flower, An Yiru drew dozens of sword flowers in mid-air, the speed was staggering.

Jing Xuan was smiling at An Ruyi while defending against the sword flower drawn by An Ruyi, but she never spoke.

Although Jing Xuan is a lay disciple, she has been practicing Buddhism in Emei for many years, so she never likes to tell lies, but if she wants to tell the truth, she is afraid that An Ruyi will not like to listen to it, so it is better not to say it at all.

I have to say that the martial arts of Baihua Pavilion and Emei School are all brisk, taking a dangerous path, basically belong to the kind of play that quickly solves the battle, once the battle cannot be solved for a long time, it is easy to fall into a passive situation, and such martial arts are also created from the perspective of women.

Jing Xuan knows very well that as the strongest sword technique in Emei, the Ping Trace Sword Technique consumes a lot of physical and internal strength, even if it reaches the mythical realm of his master, it can only be used twice a day at most, and it takes 12 hours to recover, and it is amazing that he can use it once a day.

And if this kind of swordsmanship can't succeed in one blow, it is destined to be a defeat, so I have been on the defensive, and I want to see the depth of An Yiru before shooting.

(End of chapter)