Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Ning Yu stared at Qin Xuan.

"Who are you? This is a place for Buddhists to teach Zen. How can you do this?"

In the Mahayana Pure Land, a supreme immortal vein slowly spoke, and his voice seemed to shake the soul and directly approached Qin Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Even Wukong's eyes were slightly fixed. He looked at Qin Xuan, his eyes changed, but he did not stop him.

"Liaochen, don't you worry about him?" Wukong looked at Xiao Wu instead and said slowly.

"Why worry." Xiao Wu smiled lightly. If it was the master of the immortal vein, she might be worried, but a disciple of the immortal vein in the Hedao realm.

Xiao Wu shook her head slightly. How could he, Qin Changqing, be a little worrying?

This attitude made Wukong frown slightly. He remembered Qin Xuan's previous arrogant words.

A mere Mahayana immortal vein supreme...

A dignified immortal vein supreme, in this boy's mouth, actually started with the two words "mere", which was really arrogant.

"Well, if he can't win, just save him and teach him a lesson!"

"Liaochen came from the last star, and this young man is probably the same, a little ignorant of the world."

Wukong murmured in his heart, and raised his hand to stop the other supreme masters of Xianchan Buddhist Temple from speaking.

"Xianchan Buddhist Temple, what the hell is going on!"

"The two major immortal veins are fighting for Zen power, how can outsiders be allowed to participate?"

"Hmph, Xianchan Buddhist Temple is getting more and more destitute, and it actually needs help from outsiders."

"Even so, what can it do? In the Hedao realm, no one in Xianchan Buddhist Temple can compete with Ning Yu, let alone a mere outsider."

"I look at this boy's face, it seems a little familiar, Fenglei Wanwu Sect... Qin Changqing!?"

Qin Xuan looked indifferent, standing with his hands behind his back.

In his ears, a lot of words slowly merged, but he seemed to be deaf.

Qin Xuan looked at Ning Yu calmly, "Do you dare to fight?"

"Donor, this is a place for Buddhists to teach Zen. Donors are not Buddhists, how can they replace Xianchan Buddhist Temple!" Ning Yu put his hands together, bowed slightly and said, "I hope don't make trouble, or retreat, the battle between the two major immortal veins cannot allow outsiders to participate."

Qin Xuan smiled calmly, "In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected. How can the strong and the weak be divided into Buddhas and non-Buddhas!?"

"Buddhist cultivation is just a lineage in the world of cultivation."

"If you don't dare, then admit defeat, I won't do it!"

Qin Xuan's calm words made Ning Yu frown, and the immortal vein supreme of Mahayana Pure Land and many disciples were even a little angry.

"How dare you!"

Amid the roar, a rumbling sound sounded, and the supreme of Mahayana Pure Land was about to take action, with a palm print like Mount Sumeru, pressing towards Qin Xuan.

"Forget it!"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded.

A voice slowly sounded from the highest point of the ancient temple where Zen was taught.

The Buddha of the Mahayana Pure Land spoke slowly, and he was like a Maitreya Buddha, smiling.

"This donor is right. Buddhism is also a branch of the cultivation world. If the donor wants to fight with Ning Yu in Zen, then there is no harm in having a competition!"

"Ning Yu, Buddhism is open, and everyone is a guest. How can you be so rude!?"

The voice of the Pure Land Buddha made the entire ancient temple silent.

On the side, a Buddha who was as thin as a dead tree also spoke slowly, "Well, if this person loses, this time in Zen, I will consider my Xianchan Buddhist Temple defeated!"

"Master!"

In the Xianchan Buddhist Temple, many immortal vein supremes spoke, with surprise in their eyes.

The master of the Xianchan Temple actually handed over the victory to an outsider?

He is only in the Hedao realm, and he is not a disciple of Xianchan Buddhist Temple, so how can he represent Xianchan Buddhist Temple.

"Ning Yu is very talented, and he has defeated seven people from Xianchan Buddhist Temple. He has already lost!"

"Not as good as you, but you are not as good as you are. The false reputation is just a passing one, and the difference in status makes you unwilling and unwilling."

The skinny old monk said slowly: "It seems that my Xianchan Buddhist Temple is indeed not as good as before, and you dare not even admit a little fact."

There was a hint of coldness in these words, and the scolding made the Buddhist disciples of Xianchan Buddhist Temple present all feel a chill in their hearts.

"Amitabha!"

Many Buddhist practitioners present also lowered their eyes slightly.

The grand event of Buddhism is for the younger generation of disciples to experience, not to compete for the superiority of the moment.

"You are obsessed!" The Pure Land Buddha also spoke lightly.

Ning Yu looked at Qin Xuan. Now that the two major immortal veins Buddha masters have spoken, what else can he say?

"Donor, in that case, let's talk about Zen..."

"Zen!?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Buddha said that all beings are equal, but the two major immortal veins and tens of thousands of Buddhist sects must also be divided into ancient temples in these three thousand pure lands, and the immortal veins are also located in high places."

"What's the use of thousands of Zen, but the strong are respected, and strength is the greatest Zen!"

Ning Yu's face changed slightly. It was the first time he heard such unreasonable and tyrannical words that made him difficult to refute.

It's not that he can't refute it, but there are too many reasons to refute it, but there is no word that can completely refute the four words "the strong are respected".

"Then donor,You want to fight me!" Ning Yu didn't say much to Qin Xuan. At this moment, the two major immortal veins and many immortal vein supremes were here. If he said something wrong, it would be a great loss of face.

Moreover, Ning Yu didn't think he would lose.

The man in front of him was not any of the immortal list geniuses he knew, but a direct descendant of the same immortal vein, or even a hidden genius. Ning Yu didn't think he would lose.

"Let's do it, why talk more!" Qin Xuan's voice was indifferent, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

He just wanted to win a little face for the Xianchan Buddhist Temple, as a favor from Wukong to take care of Xiao Wu.

Ning Yu stared, "Donor, please be careful! "

As soon as the voice fell, a golden footprint appeared under his feet, but his figure had already disappeared.

In Qin Xuan's eyes, Ning Yu had already appeared in front of him.

The left hand did not move, but the right hand had already blasted out.

This palm seemed to be made of gold, and the vast Buddhist power in it was almost condensed to the extreme.

Not only that, there was a swastika mark on the palm, as if suppressing everything, even Qin Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness was about to be bombarded. If it weren't for the towering Qingdi Palace in Qin Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness, ordinary Hedao Realm strongmen would lose their minds for a moment.

The battle of Hedao Realm can be decided in an instant.

Qin Xuan's eyes were leisurely, and Ning Yu was slightly surprised. In the strange eyes, he extended a finger without being affected at all, and slowly touched the palm.

In an instant, the swastika seal on the palm was broken, and the Buddha power on the entire palm seemed to collapse.

Qin Xuan slowly said, "This second-grade Demon Subduing Dragon Hand is good, but it's a pity..."

As the voice fell, a ray of dark lightning flashed at Qin Xuan's fingertips.

The power of the Purple Thunder Palm gathered in this finger and instantly swept across Ning Yu's body.

The next moment, Ning Yu was hit by the Sumeru Buddha Mountain and exploded back a hundred feet. His feet were like giant hammers hitting the ground, and the ancient temple was roaring.

Qin Xuan slowly put away the finger, stood with his hands behind his back, and his white clothes were the same as before.

"You are too weak!"

As the voice fell, a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of Ning Yu's mouth.

Those eyes were filled with disbelief.

Even the two great Buddhas were slightly shocked.

The master of Xianchan Temple slowly said: "Xuantian Sect, Purple Thunder Palm! "

"It should be him!"

Beside him, the Pure Land Buddha nodded slightly and slowly uttered a name.

"Qingdi, Qin Changqing!"