It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

"By the way, what do you have to say about Fa Zheng doing this?"

Liu Qingye continued beeping indifferently.

“There’s nothing to say.

A good monk is a monk who is self-reliant.

Anyone who is waiting for donations from believers should die. "

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really you."

The girl couldn't help but click her tongue in surprise.

Chu Xuan's words also attracted the attention of other Sinian Wuhan University students in the stands.

Yuan Sheng's arm was hung with a plaster cast.

He was more unlucky.

In the top 16 competition, I met Duan Qianpeng of Kyoto Wuhan University.

With all his strength, he managed to hold on to five moves in his hands.

The gun itself is the king of weapons.

Yu Dayou, the famous anti-Japanese general, once said.

The fierce generals in the army usually brag about how they can defeat guns with swords.

But on the battlefield, everyone rushed to use spears, and no one used a knife.

With equal strength, warriors who use guns in the ring have a very high winning rate.

Other weapons are hard to match.

What's more, Duan Qianpeng is much stronger than Yuan Sheng.

Several other people also suffered serious injuries.

After the knockout round of the top 16.

The Aurora Wuhan University team lost its previous good luck.

The remaining team members met all the other top Wushu students.

were eliminated one after another.

Only Chu Xuan and Liu Qingye were left.

Kyoto Wuhan University has the most entries into the top 16, with four players.

Followed by China Wuhan University, with three people.

Kodong University due to bad luck.

The two main forces met Chu Xuan and were defeated, leaving only two people.

Among them was the perverted monk Fajing who had been staring at Chu Xuan.

The great monk Fazheng, who is suspected to be a descendant of the Consciousness-only Sect, was also promoted.

Or kill your opponent instantly with one move.

Both Fajing and Fazheng participated in the competition for the first time.

Fajing is still a junior in college.

To be able to defeat many older students and enter the top 16, his strength should not be underestimated.

Considered the three dark horses in this competition.

Of course, the other one is the most popular right now. I am Chu Xuan, the descendant of my ancestor, the Gun King.

Three days later.

All contestants returned to the field.

Chu Xuan became excited for the first time since participating in the competition.

The same goes for Liu Qingye next to him.

Because this time in the drawing of lots, Fa Zheng and Fa Jing actually matched up!

Looking at the two heads in the audience facing the dazzling sunlight, Chu Xuan took out the prepared melon seeds.

A small white hand stretched out.

"Uncle, have mercy on me."

Chu Xuan was in a good mood, so he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and put them in his little hand.

"Thank you, Uncle Chu.

I thought you were going to spit in my hand. "

“Are you so disgusting?

Why not say it was spitting? "

"You are even more disgusting!

Now I feel like the melon seeds in my hand are not clean anymore! "

"If you don't want to eat, give it back to me."

"I do not!"

When Chu Xuan and Liu Qingye were bickering.

The game off the field has begun.

Neither of the two monks moved.

Looking at each other.

"Amitabha, senior brother, I never thought that we would meet here."

Fa Jing, who wanted to convert Chu Xuan into Buddhism, was the first to speak.

"Senior Brother Fa Zhen, your sect has gone astray, why should you continue to persevere? Why don't you abandon the darkness and turn to the light as soon as possible?"

Hearing this, Fa Zheng's face showed no joy or sadness, and he just asked calmly.

"What is light and what is darkness?"

“Compassion is light, killing is darkness.

The Dharma you believe in is too murderous and does not respect the Buddha. It is not the Dharma.

It is the method of Demon King Bo Xun. "

"Oh."

Fa Zheng nodded, his face still very calm.

He took off his monk's clothes, revealing his tendons.

Like a muscle monster.

"The poor monk is stupid and can't explain it to me, senior brother. Let's discuss it in another way."

"Rude!"

Fa Jing's expression changed.

A dazzling golden light instantly bloomed with him as the center.

Then it quickly converges and adheres to the surface of the skin, just like the Buddha's impeccable golden body.

The faint sound of chanting echoed on the arena, which was solemn and magnificent.

Compared with Fa Zheng's strong and violent appearance, it is obvious who is more like the righteous way.

The faces of several principals watching the battle showed signs of approval.

"Huh, after all these years, I'm still dead like this."

Chu Xuan in the stands snorted coldly.

Looks bad.

"Senior brother, you haven't converted yet!"

Fa Jing mobilized his spiritual power, and his voice seemed to come from all directions, echoing throughout the stadium.

Loud.

"bluff!"

The Dharma on the stage was not affected by the pervasive Buddhist sound.

He picked up a huge hammer with a hammer head as big as his head from the weapons rack next to him, and said angrily.

"There is no Zen staff provided in the competition venue, so the poor monk can use this hammer to help the junior brother open up his wisdom!"