"The Pure Spirit Monk didn't have any spiritual power fluctuations on his body, so he came to the arena. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Shen Fei was secretly a little worried, but at the same time, he felt deeply curious, and secretly said: His fate with the Pure Spirit Monk is really "deep".

Nalan Ruoxue also recognized the identity of the Pure Spirit Monk, pulled Shen Fei's sleeve and said, "Brother Shen Fei, look at it, look at it, isn't that a Pure Spirit Monk, look at it." ”

"Silly girl, I didn't see it anymore, I saw it a long time ago. ”

"Brother Shen Fei, there is not a trace of spiritual power fluctuations on the Pure Spirit Monk's body, how can he appear in the fighting arena?"

"How would I know. ”

"We really have a relationship with him. Nalan Ruoxue stood up on the petal cloud and leaned over to look down, "Brother Shen Fei, wait a minute, the Pure Spirit Monk is going to be beaten, do we want to relieve him from the siege." ”

"Let's see, the Pure Spirit Monk is not as simple as you think. ”

"That's right, I remember that day in the woods, I was really scared by him. ”

"Yes, I don't have to worry about his safety, what really concerns me is why the Pure Spirit Monk is here, it stands to reason that a person who is so firm in his belief in the Buddha should not come to such a murderous place. ”

"Brother Shen Fei, why do you think he came?"

"I don't know, let's see. ”

But under the hazy and gentle moonlight, the Pure Spirit Monk stood calmly, his hands folded, and the six ring scars on his head were neatly arranged, representing that he had quit delusion and returned to the empty door with one heart. Dressed in a blue-gray cloth monk's robe, simple and clear, with a clean face and ordinary facial features, no different from an ordinary little monk.

On the other hand, the person who slowly appeared from the end of his line of sight, white clothes and gold belts, long hair fluttering, and a fairy sword seemed to be casually horizontal in his hand, showing the extraordinary immortal wind bones everywhere.

Located on a high place, you can clearly hear the audience's evaluation of the two.

"Wow, let a little novice fight with the Dao Shangxian, this is too much difference, I don't know what the odds are, it looks like there is nothing to make if you win. ”

"Yes, this little bald donkey is so ordinary that it is not enough to see at all. ”

"I didn't even have a weapon in my hand, and I was already halfway through the battle before it even began. ”

"I thought the finale would be a wonderful show, but I didn't expect it to be such a half-baked situation, which really disappointed me. ”

"This quarter, there are several immortals in the five stands, and it seems that the position of the champion is about to be saved. ”

"Just kidding, the champion of the five stands is that person, do you think you will lose. ”

"Hehe, there is no winning general in the world, and in the face of so many strong opponents, although that person is very strong, he may not be able to hold the position of the champion. ”

"Since you say so, when it's time to bet, you bet with me on how the challenger wins. ”

"That's not going to work, you think I'm stupid. ”

"I know that your words are unreliable, since you know that person will win, why do you still advocate his opponent, do you want to trick us into betting on the opposite side, so as to win more. ”

"Okay, okay, I also mentioned it casually, you are very annoying. ”

The hustle and bustle of the audience quickly turned into sighs and coaxing, one-sidedly supporting the immortal brother who appeared later, and the Jingling monk stepped down.

Shen Fei looked at the figure of the Pure Spirit Monk who did not move at all, and there was not the slightest hint of nervousness and uneasiness in his faint smile, it stands to reason that a person who does not fight often will not behave so calmly, but the Pure Spirit Monk's body does not have a trace of spiritual power fluctuations, where does his confidence come from.

"Little monk, what do you call you!" The white-clothed young man with a partial demeanor walked over with a fairy sword in his hand and stood opposite the Pure Spirit Monk.

"Amitabha, the little monk purifies the soul. The Pure Spirit Monk folded his hands and saluted him respectfully. Unexpectedly, he attracted crazy ridicule from the stands, "What are you doing with the organizers, you found a little monk who has not dried up to join in, it's too insincere." ”

"Huh. Did you hear what they said?" the young man in white smiled gracefully, "Surrender so that you don't get hurt later." ”

"Amitabha, monks walk thousands of miles of asceticism, only then can there be small success. As soon as the monk introduced his family, he came here to carry out a period of arduous practice, so that he could make a breakthrough in the Dharma, and he should suffer a little. The Pure Spirit Monk said flatly the reason why he came to the fighting arena to participate in the fighting skills.

"You came to the arena to practice?" The young man in white felt a little novel, some people came to the arena to make money, some people came to the arena to make a name, and he had never heard of someone who came to the arena for cultivation.

"Amitabha, in addition to practicing, the little monk also wants to follow the old path of the Buddha, start from the most difficult place, and see if he can change the ferocious nature of the fighter through his own efforts and stop this cruel activity. ”

"Little monk, is your brain broken? ”

"Little monk, my brain is not bad, little monk is just doing what he thinks is right. ”

"It seems that you have big dreams. ”

"The little monk is willing to create a pure land of bliss. ”

"It's really ambitious, I haven't reported myself yet, my name is ......"

"The donor is Yang Qi, the son of a local family, who became a talent at an early age, followed the scattered immortals to promote Taoist learning, and at the age of 20, he was a little successful and returned to his hometown. In order to make a name for himself and show his skills, he came to the fighting arena to try his skills immediately after returning to his hometown. The Pure Spirit Monk said clearly and slowly.

This time, it really made the other party suspicious: "How do you know me so clearly?"

The Pure Spirit Monk clasped his hands together and said slowly: "The eyes of the world, you can see the yin and yang entities, the eyes of the little monks, you can observe the past and present lives, don't say that they are donors, everyone here can judge their past and present lives with just one glance." ”

"You're playing tricks. The white-clothed young man named Yang Qi frowned for the first time.

"Amitabha, monks don't speak. Lord Yang Qi, your one-handed spirit snake swordsmanship is superb, and it has a great relationship with the Nine Hidden Mountains, but you are more than agile and not strong enough, I advise you to do your best when you shoot, otherwise you will be defeated soon. ”

"Little monk, don't brag, do you think that I will be afraid of you in this way!"

The little monk kindly reminded that there is no improper delusion, and the donor should not misunderstand. ”

Listening to the conversation between the two, Shen Fei couldn't help but sigh, it turned out that the Pure Spirit Monk came to Jinling and entered the arena to improve his cultivation through asceticism, and he had great ambitions, and he wanted to change the perception of the audience and the fighters in the arena through his own efforts, and change this cruel sport.

Monk Jingling's speech really made Shen Fei look at him with admiration. Only with such ambition can we not be afraid of the eyes of the world, not afraid of the ridicule of those around us, and firmly finish the road they want to take, all the way to the end, and see the bright sunshine.

The Pure Spirit Monk has such a grand wish, no wonder when he first saw it, he felt that this person was extraordinary and the same kind of person as himself.

The spectators in the stands had diametrically opposite attitudes to Shen Fei, and the voices of sighing and noise grew stronger and stronger, and they all clamored for the immortal named Yang Qi to take action as soon as possible, ending this irresponsible farce of the organizers.

"Hehe, it seems, they can't wait. Yang Qi raised his arms, the sharp sword slowly unsheathed between his hands, and the blade of the sword with broken hair shone in the moonlight, although it was late at night, with the double blessing of the moonlight and crystal lamp, every move in the venue could still be clearly seen.

The young man named Yang Qi had long hair fluttering, white clothes fluttering, and a sharp fairy sword, pointing at the past from afar, which caused a round of applause from the audience.

"Okay, kill him. ”

"Kill him. ”

"Kill him. ”

"Kill him. ”

The audience seemed to conclude that Yang Qi had the ticket to victory.

However, looking at the Pure Spirit Monk's calmly folded hands, Shen Fei was a little confused, and suddenly felt that although there was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on the Pure Spirit Monk's body, there seemed to be a layer of non-existent stance that wrapped him in it. This position is inexplicable, the Tao is unclear, it seems to be nothing, if it weren't for being too concerned about the Pure Spirit Monk's every move, Shen Fei wouldn't have discovered it.

What is it? Pure Spirit Monk, what is the fighting method you rely on, what kind of secrets are hidden in your body?

Still remembering the scene he saw in the woods on the outskirts of Ruyang City, and remembering the scene of the young sika deer playing in the real illusion of his family, Shen Fei took a deep breath, "Pure Spirit Monk, let me see your true strength." ”

"I'm worried about the little monk. Nalan Ruoxue worriedly hugged Shen Fei's arm and leaned over with her forehead. The two of them sat on the top of the petal cloud, about twenty or thirty zhang from the ground, the wind around them was loud, but the bottom of them was extremely stable, and the petal cloud carried them extremely safely, without the slightest problem. This shows that Shen Fei is dexterous and skillful in the control of immortal power. You need to know that each petal in it is an independent individual, just like controlling thousands of fairy swords at the same time, and it is not easy to get them to obey your orders neatly.

"Let's get started. Yang Qi's sword out of the sheath, "Canglang" sounded, like a spirit beast whispering, the fairy sword in his hand is made of fine iron, the sword body is long and the blade is thin, take it in your hand and shake it casually, the sword body immediately ripples, smart as a snake, "This sword is called biting snake, it is a treasure given by the master, little monk, you have to be careful." ”

"Amitabha. The Pure Spirit Monk folded his hands together, facing the edge of the sword, he could still bow his head and salute, "Amitabha, the sword is a sharp weapon, and the fighting skills may hurt others, or hurt yourself, and it will be too late to regret it." ”

"Little monk, this is the arena, and you want to see life and death. You don't need a sharp weapon like a sword to duel, how can you win the battle!" Yang Qi was a little curious, because the expression of the Pure Spirit Monk was calm and calm, as if he was confident, and he was not afraid of the blade of the sword in his hand.

"Amitabha, even if it is a battle of life and death, it does not necessarily have to be a battle of life and death. ”

"What are you kidding. ”

"Amitabha, monks don't speak. ”

"Well, I'm going to see how you can end this fight peacefully. As he spoke, Yang Qi shook his wrist and stepped forward, his sword blade shook, like a spiritual snake cruising. The crowd around the ring shouted for him: "Okay, okay, kill him, kill him." ”

In the ring of the arena, most of the conditions for victory were life and death, and people were used to killing, so they desperately cheered and encouraged Yang Qi to kill the Pure Spirit Monk and end this battle that seemed irresponsible in their eyes.

At this time, in the center of the VIP seat, two middle-aged people who were over half a hundred years old but had an extraordinary bearing sat next to each other, and one of them asked: "I said Brother Linghu, is it a little inappropriate to let such a little monk complete the finale battle of Platform 5." ”

Sitting next to him, the person he called Brother Linghu had a straight back and white temples, and looked over and said, "I also thought it was inappropriate at the beginning, but ......"

"But how to ......" the man next to him said curiously, because in his impression, Ling Hu Xuanzhou has always been reliable in doing things, and very reliable.

"However, the monk is not as simple as it seems. ”

"It's not as simple as it seems?"

"Yes. Three days ago, he walked alone to the top floor of the Casino Royale and met me, and everyone who tried to stop him, even the two scattered immortals I was close to, couldn't do anything. ”

"Is this little monk so powerful?"

"To be honest, I'm amazed, I've never seen anything like this. ”

"That old Yang's son is not in danger. ”

"Don't worry, this monk also has a characteristic, that is, he will never hurt anyone. ”

"Can we really end the strife peacefully?"

"Just look at it, I feel that because of this person, we can make a lot of money again. ”

"Haha, you also make Brother Fox earn, what's the matter with me. ”

"Brother Murong laughed, although the arena was founded by me Linghu Xuanzhou, but the year-end share will definitely not be less than a few family owners, which Brother Murong can rest assured. ”

"Haha, Brother Linghu is really reliable. ”

"Everyone has porridge to share, and everyone has money to earn. ”

"Okay, I'm relieved to have your words. ”

"Don't worry, the four families will always be the four families, as long as we work together, the most prosperous Jinling is a cash cow that the wind can't blow in, and the rain can't penetrate. ”

"Well said, well said. Hahaha!"

It turned out that the two people who were talking to each other in the middle of the VIP table were two of the heads of the four major families, Linghu Hangzhou of the Linghu family and Murong Baishi of the Murong family. One of them was tall and tall, showing the ability rarely seen in middle-aged men, and the other had a fat head and big ears, and he never left his hand, and at first glance he was a rich businessman who was sociable and extremely sleek. The two of them are very close to each other in the four major families, they don't like beauty, they love competition, and they spend more than three days a week in the fighting arena.