Even if the ticket price is expensive, there is not even an audience seat, even if the sun is scorching overhead, everyone is still happy to watch it impatiently, this is the charm of martial arts, and it is the fun of fighting with people in the sky.

"In the end, Nanda, led by the Demon King, will face the King of the Great Wheel, a pilgrimage place from afar!" the host introduced loudly.

In the past few days, the name of the demon king has been hyped, and naturally, the opponent has also been put on the surface.

"Demon King!"

"Demon King!"

"Demon King!"

As a spectator, they may not understand the level of martial arts, but they know who can bring them the most intuitive visual enjoyment, the reason why they love this young demon king is because the other party can always defeat the opponent with exaggerated techniques, it's just cool!

Compared with the enthusiasm of the audience, the guest seats are much calmer, as top masters, they are not eye-catching at this level of duel, as for the so-called demon king, in their eyes it is just a fancy name, maybe Wu Fan is more like a magic trick in their eyes!

"The Potala Palace School is the first major school of Tantra, although it will send people to the Central Plains every year to communicate, but I didn't expect that this time it would send one of the Eight Great Ming Kings over more than that, this Losong Dawa is also known as the ascetic closest to the Buddha's realm. Feng Qingzi shook his head and said, his tone frustrating.

"Hehe" Catching God Haiyu chuckled, touched the black fishing rod in his hand, and said: "It seems that the group of bald donkeys in the west is very restless, is it possible that they also want to intervene in the Great Northern War?"

Feng Qingzi shook his head and didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed, and the cold light shone inside

The Civil War in the Central Plains, no matter what, will not be the turn of the West to intervene!

The god of capture on the side was aware, and he couldn't help but tighten the fishing rod in his hand, this old guy is really old and immortal!

To get back to the point, the two people who fought in the last game had already stepped forward and stood opposite each other a few meters away.

"I admire your martial arts, and I can feel that it is a little different from other martial arts, or it is fundamentally different in concept. ”

Still speaking Chinese with a strange accent, Lo Songdawa was dressed in a red gold-rimmed robe, with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, faintly exuding a strange fragrance.

Hearing this, Wu Fan was secretly frightened, even if his thunder strength and internal strength system were highly similar, and the national art was not too weird in terms of moves, but the other party's sensitivity surprised him, the idea of the national art and the internal strength were indeed different!

Losong Dawa didn't mean to do anything at all, but chatted like a friend, turned the Buddha bead in his hand and continued: "I don't know what your martial arts intentions are, but it is very imaginary with Tantra, we integrate faith into martial arts, and every move contains Buddhist principles."

What is the core spirit of the national arts, I think everyone knows, from some points of view, this is indeed a kind of faith, if the tantric martial arts are all kinds of Buddhism, then the move of the national art is to serve the country with loyalty, even if there are many people who practice the national arts who have lost themselves on this road.

Thinking of this, Wu Fan couldn't help but be confused by the alarm clock, whether he had lost his way

Since his body changed and he obtained Lei Jin, Wu Fan has always wanted to combine the way of Guoshu and Lei Jin with reference to the internal strength system, has he abandoned the original path of Guoshu?

The core of the national art is to defend the country by force, and the main killing, but the war in this world ended decades ago, and it is not the original intention of the national art to win with others, but Wu Fan has been fighting with people, does this deviate from the original path?

And Lei Jin, like a poppy, made Wu Fan deeply fascinated by it, the natural mystery contained in it, the essence of life and death, what kind of road did I walk?

Wu Fan couldn't help but fall into a deep confusion, and there was a hint of loosening in his heart that he thought was firm

The audience didn't know why, and after waiting for a while, the two who were supposed to start a great battle stood there and chatted, what was the situation?

On the guest seats.

"That's why the West is not allowed to intervene in the Central Plains" Looking at Wu Fan, who was standing in place and losing himself, Feng Qingzi sighed.

The expression of the god catcher Haiyu was not angry, the angler should have been calm, but he was an exception, only to hear him say: "This group of dead bald donkeys, they only know how to use the crooked ways of the evil sect to deceive people's hearts, if they are allowed to enter the Central Plains, sooner or later our warriors will come to an end!"

Although the words are ugly, Feng Qingzi agrees very much.

The situation on the field is completely in the hands of Lozundava.

The so-called sound attack is not only the thunder sound of the tiger and leopard, not only the infrasound, but also the hypnotic effect caused by special means in combination with the surrounding environment and vibration frequency.

Even if the other party has already been hit, Luo Songdawa knows that this time is just the beginning, don't look at Wu Fan now standing there as if he was in a fixed position, but as long as he dares to approach, with the instinct of a martial artist, the other party will instantly wake up.

Therefore, he cautiously, the Buddhist beads in his hand turned, and he spoke again with a unique rhythm without hurrying or slowing: "Taoism has clouds, there are three thousand avenues, and all of them can become enlightened, so what about the road under our feet? Is it the same path? Or is it a lost road that is destined to have no end?"

Without war, there is no need to defend the country, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, so does the national art still have the meaning of existence?

Is it possible to make national art a means to compete with others?

In the previous life, the motherland was troubled by external and internal troubles, surrounded by strong enemies, and practiced national skills to kill the enemy, this was his way. And in this life, the world is peaceful, China is strong, even the top power, the United States Eagle is afraid of three points, science and technology are even more developed, and a nuclear weapon can destroy a country!

is so powerful, do you really need to practice national arts?

At this moment, Wu Fan's heart was unprecedentedly chaotic, and he had practiced his skills for more than 20 years, but he suddenly found that there was no place for him to perform, and the so-called defending the country was just his own wishful thinking in today's environment!

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"Alas" is another sigh, from the mouth of Feng Qingzi, a young man like Wu Fan, with outstanding strength, is rare, but he still has inner weaknesses.

"Hmph!" Catching God Haiyu snorted disdainfully, this group of old bald donkeys loves to play this method, and now even the little bald donkeys are so proficient!

"Why don't you help him?" Feng Qingzi glanced at the person beside him, and suddenly proposed.

"Why do you want to help?" asked Haiyu, the god catcher.

He and Wu Fan are not related, they just accept the invitation to watch the battle, and at the same time show their sense of existence, as the head of the six doors, it is necessary for him to let the six doors appear in the public eye for a long time.

"Haha" Feng Qingzi suddenly smiled, as if he thought of something happy, "Why?

"Haha!" Haiyu also laughed with Feng Qingzi, this reason is really enough, and it is in his mind!

Hai Yu smiled, but his eyes became fierce in an instant, a trace of essence light swept by, and the murderous aura that ordinary people couldn't bear at all condensed into silk, and suddenly attacked Wu Fan in the field!

Almost at the same time, Wu Fan shuddered suddenly, even if he could control the operation of his body, he still broke out in a cold sweat!

"It's so dangerous!" Wu Fan said secretly in his heart.

On the other side, Lo Song Dawa also instantly noticed Wu Fan's changes.

"It's a pity" He couldn't help but be a little disappointed, he almost succeeded, how did the other party come to his senses?

He didn't know, and the god hunter Haiyu wouldn't let him know, if even a little guy who hadn't reached the martial spirit level could detect his secret movements, then wouldn't he let the old immortal next to him die laughing to death?

From before the game, Luo Songdawa met Wu Fan, simple style, strange accent Chinese, sincere feelings, this is the impression he left on Wu Fan, and from that moment on, Wu Fan was already on his way.

After taking the stage, with the Buddha beads in his hand, the so-called Chinese with a strange accent is just a secret sound attack method of the Potala Palace School, which can hypnotize people unconsciously.

Therefore, all this is just a game that Luo Songdawa has set up a long time ago, if it weren't for the intervention of the god catcher Haiyu and Feng Qingzi, Wu Fan might really go astray