The Monks' Conference, as the name suggests, is an internal exchange meeting of monks, where Taoist friends from all over the world gather together to exchange and practice with each other, and help each other in order to improve each other's cultivation.

It's a pity that the nearly 100-year-old monk conference has evolved into a battle of life and death, and it has become a fig leaf for the disciples of the Yin Moon Sect and the Rakshasa Sect to improve their cultivation.

After explaining the rules, the man in the gray robe on the stage did not get off the stage, he just announced the start of the competition and stood on the stage to face the battle.

Someone has already come to power to provoke him.

It was a young man in a dark blue T-shirt and jeans, probably in his twenties, and he was not outstanding in appearance, that is, he had an average appearance.

As for cultivation, it is the eighth layer of qi refining.

For his age, in the current environment that lacks aura, with today's cultivation, it can be seen that he is still very talented.

The gray Dao robed man who fought against him was also a Qi Refining cultivator, but his cultivation was higher, with a ninth level of Qi Refining.

There is a class difference between the two, don't underestimate this class, there is still a great danger.

Nine layers of qi refining, half a foot into the foundation building and cultivation, not to be underestimated.

The two on the stage were already fighting, and the eyes of everyone in the audience moved with their competition.

Even Gu Jin watched it with relish.

To say, this is the first time she has seen a competition between monks, and her moves are ruthless, and every move carries a murderous aura that kills the other party.

An Mingji's dark eyes never left her, and seeing her so serious, a faint smile curled up at the corner of her lips.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Gu Jin's ear, and said softly: "The man in the gray robe is a disciple of the Rakshasa Sect, Ah Jin guesses which of the two people on the stage will win?"

His voice was low and mellow, like a fine wine that had been buried for many years, and once opened, it filled the room with fragrance.

Gu Jin obviously didn't drink, but he began to beat faster and felt drunk.

Since yesterday, An Mingji has been wrong.

always deliberately leans close to her ear to speak, inadvertently teasing her.

This is even more true today, if Gu Jin doesn't understand it now, she really ...... The lamb to be slaughtered by the young.

Gu Jin's hand in the coat was slowly lifted and pressed on the pounding heart.

She lifted her eyes, her eyes squinted calmly at An Mingji, and said with a smile: "Don't you already have the answer in your heart." ”

Seeing that she was no longer as shy as she was yesterday, and even blushed, An Mingji's expression was slightly shy.

Sweeping towards Gu Jin's pale red earlobes, his delicate and handsome face showed a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

"Indeed, I guess the Rakshasa disciples will win. ”

This time he was not calculated by his own cubs, and Gu Jin showed a little smugness on his face.

Stinky boy, still fight with me!

Her face was calm, but her heart was extremely chaotic.

Even if she saw through An Mingji's always teasing her, she didn't dare to think deeply about the meaning of this.

It is undeniable that even if she saw through the other party's tricks, she did not stand too cheap.

An Mingji's behavior was too strange, giving him a bad premonition.

The layer of window paper between them is in danger.

"Ah!!h

On the stage, the situation changed abruptly.

The disciple of the Rakshasa Sect inserted his bare hands into the young man's heart, and it actually penetrated directly.

You can even see the bloody hand that pierced the other person's back.

He still held the beating flesh in his hand, which was the beating heart of a young man.

The next change made the blood on everyone's faces fade.

On the competition platform, the Rakshasa disciple crushed the other party's heart, took out his arm, and put the hand dyed bright red and blood-colored on the head of the young man with round eyes and dead eyes.