"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. I also asked the master to inform the dojo number, and Rong Ziyang was grateful to the great virtue and remembered it from the bottom of his heart. I stood up and bowed to the elderly monks in the room. The real purpose of my move is to get him to tell him about the monastery he belongs to, so that we can take the right medicine.

"Amitabha, Mount Emei Lixing Temple is quiet. The old monks in the field do not say much, but the weight of this sentence is full, you must know that Mount Emei is the dojo of Puxian Bodhisattva, as far as the four Bodhisattvas of Buddhism are concerned, the Manjushri Bodhisattva of Wutai Mountain is the most respected, the Guanyin of Putuo Mountain is second, the Fuxian Bodhisattva of Mount Emei ranks third, and the Jizo Bodhisattva of Jiuhua Mountain is succumbed to the last seat. Therefore, since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the folk have Jin Wutai, Yin Putuo, Tong Emei, and Tie Jiuhua. Since this monk is a monk from Mount Emei, he naturally practices Mahayana Buddhism, and this person must be a fierce enemy!

"I'll go down. When King Kong Cannon heard that the other party was a monk from Mount Emei, he immediately shouted and stood up.

"You give me back. Murong Chasing Feng stretched out his hand and dragged back the King Kong Cannon. It was five o'clock in the afternoon at the moment, and she naturally knew that the Vajra Cannon did not have purple qi.

"Fourth brother, are you still thinking about the things of your previous life?" Wen Xiaofeng teased. His so-called past life refers to the fact that Huang Sufeng ran to Jiugong Mountain in Fuxian Zhenren to steal the fetal spirit bamboo in order to increase Murong Chaifeng's height, and was caught and sent back. At that time, Fuxian had not yet become a Buddha, and the dojo was Jiugong Mountain instead of Mount Emei.

"Can't beat grandpa or grandson?" "King Kong Cannon pouted and snorted coldly.

"Fight with the red aura?" I glanced at the Vajra Cannon angrily. This guy used to be a red aura, and after having Murong Chasing the Wind's purple qi, he didn't work hard to refine his qi, so to this day, he is still red-haired.

"Fuxian Bodhisattva from the Tao into the Buddha, familiar with the practice of Buddhism and Taoism, good at the illusion of non-phase, with a forbearance of a hundred calamities, I have fought with his disciples several times in my previous life, more defeats and fewer victories. Murong Chaifeng frowned and said. In her previous life, Huang Sufeng was punished for her, and she naturally became angry with the disciples under the Pratt & Whitney Sect, and she had the skills to do things, and she was not afraid of being besieged and chased by her, so she almost hit it.

"This person doesn't have many words, his breath is purple, he is extremely calm, and his cultivation must be extremely solid. Wen Xiaofeng nodded and added.

I nodded and didn't speak, the practice of this elderly monk in the field was indeed extraordinary, and he didn't feel angry after waiting for a long time, and his expression was still solemn. He is a true purple qi cultivator, and his heart is peaceful and profound, like this kind of master whose emotions are not easily affected by the outside world, I can't think of a suitable person to send for a while.

"Tian Ji horse racing, let it be a game?" Wen Xiaofeng came up with an idea.

"The other party has already prepared, this plan is not feasible, when the five cities are connected in one go. I said with a frown. Everyone knows the allusion of Tian Ji horse racing mentioned by Wen Xiaofeng, that is, the bottom defeats the top, the middle wins the bottom, and the above wins among them. However, this method is not suitable for the current situation, because the other party now has eleven purple qi masters, and even if we add the golden armor zombies of the Chenzhou faction, it is enough to have nine games, and the reason why Zen Master Minghui agreed on nine games is to prevent us from stealing tricks.

"I'm going to fight him. Wen Xiaofeng shook his nose and was about to rise.

"It's not appropriate, the seventh senior brother should be the enemy. "I made the final decision. Although Jingjing's cultivation only has purple aura, it is stable and abnormal, and this kind of person must be good at slowly dissipating the enemy's sharp energy, until finally the aura is exhausted and defeats the defeat. And I sent the ram to the wind, in order to rely on his fierce and brave fire resistance skills, to sharpen its thickness. The other party is like an elephant with rough skin and thick flesh, which cannot be smashed with a stick, and can only be pricked with a needle.

Turning my head to tell Da Meier what I thought, Da Meier nodded in agreement, bowed her head and explained a few words in the ear of the ram Yifeng, who flicked the hem of her robe and jumped into the middle of the field.

"Amitabha. ”

"Flame into a spear!"

As soon as the Jing Buddha was finished, the ram Yifeng had already conjured up a flame spear with both hands that was more than one foot long, not allowing the other party to hesitate, and roared angrily and attacked the head of Jing's Sanyang.

The ram's sudden attack on the wind made Jing slightly stunned, sideways to avoid the flame spear of the ram leaning against the wind, shook his head and shook the light green Buddha beads on his neck, and waved the Buddha beads to twist the fire spear of the ram leaning on the wind, and the fire spear of the ram leaning on the wind quickly disappeared under the strangulation of the Buddha beads with aura.

The ram leaned on the wind and did not hesitate to see that the fire spear was intercepted, and then conjured up a fire spear again and stabbed Jing in the right rib, and Jing still blocked it.

As the saying goes, a person's character determines a person's fate, and in the same way, the character of a person in the cultivation also determines the weapon he prefers, just as I like the sword and the vajra cannon and like the knife, the ram Yifeng used a dark iron spear before he passed the Purple Tribulation in his previous life, and only after he survived the Purple Tribulation did he abandon the tangible things and use the aura fire spear. This is not to say that he can only control the flame to conjure the spear, he can also conjure the shape of other weapons, but compared to other weapons, he prefers the domineering momentum of the spear sweeping thousands of miles in one go, so although the fire spear was blocked by the Buddha bead of Jing, he did not conjure up other weapons to change the attack posture, but just opened the bow left and right, turned the flame spear into two, and swept left and right with one in each hand, stabbing up and down.

The flame spear emitted a violent high temperature under the urging of the aura of the ram leaning on the wind, and the people in the scorching east and west camps retreated one after another, and I saw this and waved my own aura to spread a wall of qi in front of everyone to block the high temperature, and a spiritual aura barrier was also set up in the opposing camp. Different from my qi wall, the barrier set up by the other party is a regular semicircle, although it is not as tall as my qi wall, but it also protects the monks opposite, and the person who shot it is the young lama monk who exudes a strong purple qi in the opposite group of monks.

This young lama monk has made me suspicious before, this person is not young enough to stand up to the peak of purple qi cultivation, so young to have such a high level of cultivation is unreasonable, you must know that the practice of Buddhism is very slow, even if the cultivation of the wonderful understanding has to meet a famous teacher, it is impossible to reach the peak of purple qi at this age, what is the origin of this person?

"Xiao Jiu, Lao Qi is going to lose. Murong Chasing Wind interrupted my thoughts.

"Senior Brother Seven didn't show his defeat. I looked at Murong Chasing the Wind suspiciously. The ram in the field leaned on the wind at this moment, the true qi was full of fighting spirit, and the fire spear qi conjured up was pure and godly, and the monk Jing who was wielding Buddha beads was in full swing.

"Look at the tree. Murong Chasing Feng stretched out his hand and pointed to the trees on the north and south sides of the temple's Dharma Fighting Arena for me to watch.

Under Murong Chaifeng's reminder, I turned my head to look, only to find that the green leaves on the trees in the temple that were closer to the fighting ground had been yellowed and rolled under the high temperature of the fire spear conjured by the ram leaning against the wind.

"Is there something on Jing Jing that restrains fire and spiritual energy?" I couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice. The people on both sides could no longer feel the high temperature of the fire spear under the protection of the barrier between me and the lama monk, but the trees outside the barrier of the two people inevitably suffered, which also shows that Jing did not completely block the high temperature of the fire spear when he fought with the ram against the wind. And Jing Jing is so close to the ram leaning on the wind but has not been roasted by the high temperature and has not used the aura to protect his body, which shows that it is not his own aura that restrains the ram leaning on the wind and fire spear, but something he carries.

"This person's five elements belong to the earth, and he is not compatible with the seven brothers and five elements, is the problem on his string of Buddha beads?" Wen Xiaofeng sat between me and Murong Chaifeng and also heard our conversation.

"Although the color of the Buddha bead is weird, it has no aura itself, and it does not look like a thing of the supreme genus. I shook my head. The string of Buddhist beads in Lijing's hand is pale cyan, which should be a water thing, but it does not have the slightest aura.

"Yu Zhangjiao, Poor Dao seems to have seen that thing. At this moment, the voice of the Yellow Eyebrow Daoist came from behind him. We, the Ziyang audience, sat in the front row, Huang Mei and others sat behind us, and the junior disciples were at the end.

"Please Brother Huangmei to solve your doubts. I hurriedly turned my head to look back.

"Poor Dao is just familiar, and the string of beads back then was not a thing of Mount Emei. Huangmei Daoist wanted to speak and stopped.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. I urged.

"When the poor Dao guarded the purple blessed land, he had seen the dustless monk of the Tianlong Temple of the Buddha Sect wearing similar Buddha beads, at that time my religion and the three religions had not yet been evil, according to his own words, the thing was made of ice crystals in the North Sea, which can see the heart and restrain the demons. Huangmei Daoren said.

"Nine times out of ten, it's the thing. Murong Chaifeng interjected.

"Tianlong Temple is far away in Dali, how can the things of the temple fall into the hands of Mount Emei? Not to mention that this thing has no aura, and there is no way to distinguish the real from the fake. I frowned.

"If this thing has an aura exposed, how can it escape my Ziyang Qi Viewing Technique, how can you send Lao Qi to the end?" Murong Chasing Feng looked solemn, "I always feel that Zen Master Minghui has already made arrangements. ”

"Even so, Seventh Brother may not lose. Wen Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly and didn't speak, Monk Jing's cultivation was stable and his aura was dignified, and he was the best at fighting a war of attrition. And the ram leans on the wind and no longer needs to howl, and naturally will not feel tired, if these two people continue to stalemate, they will definitely not be able to tell the winner within a day and a half, it seems that this protracted battle will have to be fought until the year of the monkey