87 warm-up

"It's so fast. ”

"It's the magic foot of Leiyin Temple, and the little living Buddha has exerted this light skill to a divine effect. ”

"In my opinion, the little living Buddha has won. Although Zhang Jieyuan is good, compared with the little living Buddha, it is still a lot worse. ”

The little living Buddha is already famous, and when he goes to the ring, he shows his magic skills, which plays a role in seizing people's voice, giving people a very shocking feeling.

Zhang Ming was like a weak scholar who didn't know martial arts, holding a long sword and stepping into the ring step by step. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is clear who is more powerful.

The little living Buddha's divine foot is indeed very powerful, and his speed is much faster than that of Tian Ye, the martial champion. Even compared with Zhang Ming's Yu Bu, it is not much slower.

Yu Bu is an ancient martial art, but the divine foot of Lei Yin Temple is not simple, and the cultivation has reached the highest level, which may not be weaker than Yu Bu.

Leiyin Temple has been inherited for 10,000 years, and its heritage is not as simple as it seems.

Yang Hua sat in his position, looking at the two people in the ring intently, extremely nervous in his heart. I hope Zhang Ming doesn't lose, otherwise he, the new emperor, will be looked down upon by Leiyin Temple and despised by the world's sect families.

Tian Rong glanced at Yang Wuji, who was sitting beside him, and said with a smile: "Landlord, your ability to collect intelligence in Fengyu Building is famous all over the world, and it is not much compared to the secret guards of the imperial court. I wonder if the landlord can predict based on the information of the two, who can win the little living Buddha or Zhang Jieyuan?"

Yang Wuji has a cold temperament, like a demon god who came out of the darkness. His voice was extremely flat: "What is the general doing in such a hurry, and when the winner is divided later, won't he know the result? Being able to predict the outcome may not be a good thing, at least there is no fun, the general said yes?"

Tian Rong nodded and smiled: "The landlord really deserves to be a super strong man who shocks the world, he really can see it." It is said that the Wind and Rain Building can undertake the task of killing the powerhouses of the God Realm, and it seems that what he said is true. ”

Tian Rong's words were good, complimenting Fengyulou and Yang Wuji, but he secretly scolded in his heart: "Fengyulou is like a rat in the gutter, doing shady things, what's the big deal." When I have the opportunity, I will definitely uproot the wind and rain building. ”

The power of Fengyulou is huge, and Yang Wuji is even more unfathomable, Tian Rong has been secretly observing Yang Wuji, hoping to find some clues from him, so as to judge his martial arts cultivation. But there was no gain, and in the face of Yang Wuji, Tian Rong had no hope of winning.

The strong in the divine realm are also strong and weak.

Yang Wuji was standing at the top of the Divine Realm level.

Eighty years ago, Yang Wuji had killed two barbarian war gods, and even forced back the barbarian number one powerhouse, the High Priest. With such a cultivation, not to mention that the great general Tian Rong can't be compared, even if the strongest person in Lei Yin Temple is not necessarily Yang Wuji's opponent.

"Landlord, Fengyulou has taken over the task of assassinating my son's field, I don't know if the task can be revoked? What kind of price does it take, my Tian family will bear it, if the Tian family can't do it, isn't there still a Leiyin Temple behind this general? This general is a lay disciple of Leiyin Temple, and it is still possible to make some excessive demands to the sect. ”

Tian Rong looked at Yang Wuji and said casually. His words were somewhat threatening, and he used the Lei Yin Temple to suppress the wind and rain tower.

The assassination of Fengyulou is really a big trouble for the Tian family.

Wind and rain building, no one is not afraid.

The last time Tian Ye used a stand-in to escape with his life, it could only be regarded as luck, and Fengyulou shot again, which would be even more terrifying.

Only a thousand days to be a thief, where is the reason for a thousand days to prevent thieves?

Living in a terrifying atmosphere all day long, guarding against assassination all the time, after a long time, even if it is a god realm powerhouse, it will be made into a weak spirit and lack of energy.

If the mind is not pure, if you are not at peace, you will not succeed in anything.

The cold light in Yang Wuji's eyes flashed, and he said in a cold voice: "General, Fengyulou may not be afraid of Leiyin Temple. We can stand on the world, relying on credibility, even if Fengyulou is a dark force. Business is business, and reputation should be put first. The task of assassinating the field, since Fengyulou took it, there is no possibility of giving up. However, the general is a strong man in the divine realm, and he is even more powerful in the court, Tian Ye is a martial champion, and his martial arts cultivation is not low, and he can still do it if he wants to avoid the assassination of Fengyulou. ”

Although Yang Wuji was killed and escaped, he was no longer an emperor, but with his martial arts cultivation and the power of Fengyulou, even if Tian Rong was a general, he would not give the slightest face.

The self-confidence of a strong man comes from his own strength, even if he changes his identity, Yang Wouji is still a peerless powerhouse.

A trace of anger flashed in Tian Rong's eyes, and then he said with a smile: "The landlord is really a trustworthy person, since this is the case, then the general will retract what he said just now." ”

Yang Wuji nodded: "General, we are here to watch the battle, don't talk about other things." ”

After speaking, Yang Wuji remained silent and no longer paid attention to Tian Rong. Tian Rong was angry in his heart, and he hated Fengyulou to death.

In the ring.

Zhang Ming and the little living Buddha are ten zhang apart.

"Zhang Jieyuan, the first time we met was in Qing'an County, only more than two years apart, Zhang Jieyuan became a late congenital martial artist, and the sophistication of martial arts is really enviable. Congratulations!"

The body of the little living Buddha emitted a faint golden light, and the voice was like a pearl, which made people comfortable to listen to, and could affect people's minds unconsciously.

Zhang Ming was not affected in the slightest.

The Zen sound of Buddhism is different from the magic sound of the evil way. Zen sounds make people feel good, magic sounds make people feel damaged, but Zen is even more terrifying, because no one refuses the pleasure that comes from the heart.

Once you are too deeply influenced by Zen sound, you will take refuge in Buddhism and become a disciple of Buddhism.

Zhang Ming's eyes were clear, his heart was like water, and he said with a smile: "Master Kongming praised it falsely, Zhang Ming practiced martial arts just to strengthen his body, and he can have today's cultivation, it's just a matter of course." ”

The little monk Kong Ming nodded and said, "Zhang Jieyuan's mental realm is really enviable. ”

"Master Kongming, this official is good at swordsmanship, and it is really a great blessing to compete with you. This official doesn't take advantage of you, you choose weapons. Zhang Ming slowly drew his long sword.

The little monk Kongming folded his hands: "The little monk is not good at weapons. What the little monk cultivates is the palm method on the Mida Sutra, and all his martial arts are in the palm method. Zhang Jieyuan is good at swordsmanship, and he attacks it. ”

Zhang Ming said with a smile: "In this way, the official will be offended!"

Shout.

Zhang Ming took a step, stepped out, and disappeared in place in an instant.

When he reappeared, Zhang Ming was already standing in front of the little monk Kongming.

Boom!

The entire square heard the sound of swords.

Zhang Ming stabbed out with a sword, and the sword light on the tip of the sword flashed and hit Kong Ming's eyebrows. As soon as Zhang Ming made a move, it was a killer move.

The people who can see Zhang Ming's sword clearly are only a few strong people, although Zhang Ming's stabbing sword is a basic swordsmanship, but it is extremely amazing, even if it is a congenital martial artist, he may not be able to dodge.

The little monk Kongming had a calm face, as if everything was under control. Although Zhang Ming's swordsmanship is amazing, and even contains a hint of Taoist rhyme, Kong Ming is not surprised at all and calmly copes with it.

That's right, if Zhang Ming doesn't have any real skills, then it is impossible to compare with Kong Ming, the little living Buddha.

Kong Ming cast his divine foot without a trace of fireworks, and his body seemed to turn into a cloud of green smoke, avoiding Zhang Ming's stabbing sword.

Zhang Ming didn't think that he could defeat Kong Ming with a sword, if this was the case, Kong Ming would not be called a little living Buddha. Zhang Ming's swordsmanship changed again, and a sharp sword suddenly appeared, attacking Kong Ming with a sharp sound.

"Mida Palm!"

Kong Ming finally made a move, and struck out with a palm, and the palm power was surging, crushing the seemingly incomparably powerful sword.

The two turned into two phantoms in the ring, constantly flashing and colliding. The aftermath of the explosion of the innate Gang Qi and the sword qi made the spectators who were far away feel pain in their cheeks.

Yang Hua asked the two Divine Realm eunuchs beside him: "The speed of Gonggong Liu, Gonggong Zhao, Zhang Ming and the Little Living Buddha is too fast, I can only look at a rough idea, who has the advantage in them?" I can't see clearly, I hope the two of you will explain it to me." ”

Because the speed of the two people in the ring was too fast, with Yang Hua's martial arts cultivation, eyesight, and sight, they could barely keep up with the speed of the two's movements.

Zhao Gonggong's appearance is different from Liu Gonggong, he looks extremely young, as if he is a young man. He said with a smile: "Back to the emperor, neither of them has an advantage. ”

Yang Hua was surprised: "Ah?

Gonggong Liu continued: "Your Majesty, Lao Zhao is right, no one of the two has an advantage. Because they were all at ease, and none of them used their full strength. ”

Yang Hua clenched his fists and said, "It turns out that this is a real martial arts wizard, before he has used his full strength, he is already powerful to such an extent, if he fights with all his strength, how powerful will it be? It's incredible. ”

Martial arts wizards are not something that ordinary people can understand.

Yang Hua was very glad that he met Zhang Ming, and more importantly, Zhang Ming's heart was in the court and the people. Otherwise, in the world, there is really no one who can compare with the martial arts talent of the little living Buddha.

"Leiyin Temple, hum, you have a little living Buddha, but there is also Zhang Ming in the imperial court. Yang Hua glanced at the old monk Huihai and them, and said secretly in his heart, "I believe that Zhang Ming will definitely win." The final victory must belong to the imperial court!"

The old monk Huihai felt Yang Hua's gaze, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were extremely disdainful.

The martial arts wizard of Leiyin Temple will lose to a Xie Yuanlang of the imperial court?

"After Zhang Ming is defeated, see how the old monk laughs at Er and the others. The old monk Huihai said secretly in his heart.

The old monk Huihai glanced at the ring and said to the little living Buddha: "Kong Ming, what are you doing? Are you playing with Zhang Ming in the ring? Use all your strength to defeat Zhang Ming!"

Listening to the voice of the old monk Huihai, the momentum on Kong Ming's body changed, and the power of the Mida palm suddenly became ten times stronger.

Rumble.

The palm force exploded, and the air shook.

Zhang Ming drew a sword ray, but was still forced back by the force of his palm.

"Zhang Jieyuan, use all your strength. If this continues, even if we fight for three days and three nights, we will not be able to tell the winner. The little monk Kongming clasped his hands together, his eyes flashed with golden light, and his eyes became sharp.

Zhang Ming nodded and said, "Master Kong Ming is right, in order to divide the victory and defeat as soon as possible, we still have to do our best." Then the warm-up exercise is over, the battle begins, and it officially begins!"