The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

When the two received applause from the crowd at the same time, they looked at each other with a look of sympathy.

Hui Zhi stretched out his hand to pull Ling Feng up, leaned into Ling Feng's ear and whispered, "Brother Dao, what are you pretending to be? You insist on your own way even if your Dao heart is damaged?"

The gloomy look on Ling Feng's face flashed by Huizhi, and then he said calmly: "Junior brother's Buddhism is profound, and Ling Feng can't match it."

Hui Zhi looked at the sincere Ling Feng in surprise, the monk of Qingyun Sect in front of him must have lost his mind, right?

I provoked him like this, and he remained calm?

A leftover fruit core was thrown on Huizhi's shiny head, interrupting Huizhi's astonishment.

Suddenly there was an uproar.

If you lose, you lose. As a super sect of one of the Nine Great Sacred Grounds, why is Qing Yunzong so imposing?

Throwing a fruit core at the winner?

Everyone immediately looked around, wanting to find out this sect scum.

"Ah, my hand slipped!" Suddenly Ouyang's voice sounded.

Everyone saw that Ouyang was lazily sitting on the boulder with Hututu in his arms. Hututu in his arms covered his eyes shyly because so many people looked at him.

On the boulder, the face of the young man in Tsing Yi Daoist robe was full of unrestrained debauchery. Although his appearance was not as shocking as that of the young man standing next to him with his sword in his arms, his unrestrained temperament still attracted everyone's attention.

The boy stopped laughing, looked at Huizhi in the field and said lightly: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen hand slipping?"

Hui Zhi looked at Ouyang, touched his bald head freely and said, "Brother Dao also wants to talk about Buddhism with the monk?"

Ouyang smiled disdainfully and said, "Talk about Nima."

As soon as the swear words came out, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became cold.

Huizhi tilted his head and looked at Ouyang and asked seriously: "Brother Dao, do you want to compete with the little monk?"

"Competing with Nima"

"Brother Dao, please remember that misfortune comes from your mouth!" Huizhi said calmly, looking at Ouyang with cold eyes.

"Fornima!"

.....

Huizhi didn't know what to say to Ouyang for a while, Ouyang kept greeting his mother over and over again, and didn't give himself any chance to find language loopholes.

"The Qingyun Sect of the Nine Great Sacred Grounds, just insulting those who came to participate in the sect competition of your sect? They only bark in the distance and dare not compete with me?" Hui Zhi shouted at everyone in the Qingyun Sect around him shouted.

This voice made everyone around him feel disgusted with Ouyang.

That's right, they came to Qingyun Sect to observe the ceremony, insulting the guests like this really damages my Qingyun Sect's reputation, especially when there are many people from other sects nearby watching.

Ouyang stood up slowly under many contemptuous gazes, looked at Huizhi with a half-smile and said, "I'm an idiot!"

boom!

One Zhangba Buddha appeared behind Huizhi, and everyone present was shocked by his cultivation in the Nascent Soul Stage.

The bald heads in front of me are no more than eighteen, and they have reached the Nascent Soul Stage that others have never reached through hundreds of years of penance!

This bald head is so terrifying, is it true that Buddhism should be prosperous?

Huizhi looked at Ouyang coldly and said: "Huizhi is at Dalingshan Temple, and I want to ask Brother Dao for advice!"

Ouyang saw that Huizhi summoned his own Zhangba golden body angrily, turned his head to look at Bai Feiyu who pretended not to know him, and said, "Hey, Xiaobai, look, he is in a hurry!"

Bai Feiyu turned his head and ignored Ouyang, feeling that Ouyang's words just now were too vulgar, and he felt ashamed even standing here.

"Is the Nascent Soul stage very attractive?" Ouyang looked at Huizhi, who was under Zhang Bajin's body, and his face was full of Buddha's light, and smiled crookedly.

Leng Qingsong had already drawn out his long sword and rushed out.

The whole person turned into a sword light, and the speed was only in the blink of an eye, and it hit Huizhi's Zhangba golden body,

There was a metallic roar on Zhang Ba's golden body.

Huizhi was surprised, the young man in front of him was only at the alchemy stage, but he could shake his eighth-fold golden body of the Nascent Soul stage?

"But the formation of the alchemy is only the formation of the alchemy after all, and it will never shake the Nascent Soul Stage!" The surprise turned into surprise, but Huizhi still didn't take it to heart. After all, Ouyang, who was standing on the boulder, did not make a move.

The juniors around him are all in the alchemy stage, so Ouyang is definitely not just in the qi training stage on the surface!

I can't see through Ouyang's cultivation, I can only see that Ouyang is just a small period of Qi training!

Huizhi vigilantly raised his hand and wanted to knock Leng Qingsong away, but Zhang Bajin's body was full of Buddha's light, and he directly flew Leng Qingsong away.

The cold green pine that was thrown out paused in mid-air, and then the sword in his hand lit up with real energy, and the faint sword intent wrapped the real energy and flew towards Huizhi again.

This sword with sword intent, even Hui Zhi felt the danger, the ordinary sword is full of murderous intentions!

"There is a problem with this alchemy period!" Huizhi was shocked inwardly, and the expression on his face was neither happy nor sad, and the Zhangba golden body behind him gradually condensed into a Buddha whose face could not be seen clearly.

The Buddha raised the palm of his right hand, a swastika seal was condensed in the palm, and he moved towards Leng Qingsong to suppress it.

The moment the sharp sword collided with the Buddha's palm, it pierced through the Buddha's palm, but after all, it was the Zhangba golden body in the Nascent Soul Stage. It only penetrated half an inch, and Leng Qingsong was directly held firmly by the palm.

Immediately, thousands of Buddha palms appeared around Leng Qingsong, and instantly slapped Leng Qingsong who was under control.

"Senior Brother Bai, is there any problem?" Xiao Feng asked with some concerns, the wisdom in the field is obviously much better than Leng Qingsong, if this goes on, Leng Qingsong will definitely lose.

But Bai Feiyu waved his hand, and said lightly: "It's okay, I will make a move!"

This plain sentence was spoken in the most pretentious tone, leaving only Xiao Feng as a peerless master.

Xiao Feng silently wrote down this sentence, and it will be a good sentence that he will come up with in the future.

In the field, Leng Qingsong, who was hit by countless Buddha palms, turned into a ball of sword light in an instant.

The biting murderous aura made the melon-eaters around give up a lot of space.

Under the flow of sword intent, countless Buddha palms were crushed by the long sword.

When Leng Qingsong retreated to Ouyang's side.

The long sleeve of Huizhi's right hand was twisted into pieces by an invisible sword energy!

The expression on Huizhi's face was even more neither happy nor sad, and he recited in a low voice: "Amitabha!"

I was careless and didn't flash.

Forcibly accepting Leng Qingsong's sword intent that contains dao rhyme hidden under the sharp sword energy!

No one would have imagined that even the Nascent Soul stage could not comprehend Dao Yun, but a small pill-forming stage could comprehend it!

Although he didn't show his true strength, he did lose this round.

If Leng Qingsong hadn't withdrawn his hand, I'm afraid it wasn't just his own sleeve that was crushed.

"Brother Dao, the swordsmanship is outstanding, the little monk is ashamed of himself!" Losing is losing, Huizhi said freely.

Ouyang said with a crooked smile:

"Can you lose in the Nascent Soul stage when you tie the knot in the Dan stage? You beat Nima?"