The stick in Yang Zhixiong's hand carried a devastating momentum. He jumped up and poured all his spiritual power onto the black iron stick in his hand. A layer of green light shone out from the stick, which was definitely powerful.
This is a killing move, which is so fast that it is beyond defense, and this stick is hidden among countless stick shadows.
Seeing this scene, Ge Yu's heart was raised. However, when the stick came, the little monk from the Damo Cave of Shaolin Temple was still calm and terrifying. But when he saw him quickly raised the stick in his hand, he actually closed his eyes at this moment.
The next moment, something that stunned everyone happened, but suddenly a figure of Buddha flashed behind the little monk, with a solemn and magnificent appearance. At that moment, a faint golden light appeared on the little monk's body, and there seemed to be the sound of Buddha's voice singing Zen around him.
This happened suddenly. When the figure of the Buddha appeared behind the little monk Zhikong, everyone present was startled, including Yang Zhixiong who was hit by the stick, a hint of horror appeared on his face.
However, his stick had fallen down, but he couldn't take it back.
A loud "Clang!" sounded, and a violent gust spread around the two people, blew the people's clothes and flew.
"ah"
After a sensation, Yang Zhixiong's body was bounced out, and he drew an arc in the air and flew directly under the ring.
And the direction where Yang Zhixiong fell was exactly where Wu Jiuyin and the others were sitting.
Zi Yang Zhenren waved his hand, and a strong wind flew out of his sleeves and landed on Yang Zhixiong's back. He lifted his body up, not as embarrassed as he was hit on the ground. However, after Yang Zhixiong landed, his body staggered for several steps before stopping.
The rule of the battle is that who knew that even if he was beaten under the ring, even if he lost, it was obvious that Yang Zhixiong had already lost, but his face was still a little unconvinced, and his eyes were staring at the little monk Zhikong on the ring.
The little monk Zhikong had already collected his magical powers, held a stick in one hand, bowed to Yang Zhixiong, and said politely: "Amitabha, thank you Master Yang for your support..."
"Mr. Zhikong from the Damo Cave of Shaolin Temple won." Ziyang Zhenren waved his hand and said.
Although he was unwilling to accept it, Yang Zhixiong was helpless and snorted coldly, and left here with his stick.
The fight between the two of them was the longest-lasting couple, and the rest of the ring had already been finished.
Ge Yu looked at the little monk Zhikong and admired in his heart that this person was a very powerful opponent, and the power of the Buddha suddenly appeared behind him also made people feel awe. I wonder if he could win when he met him, because Ge Yu felt that this little monk was completely hidden and probably had more powerful tricks that kept him hidden.
This competition is crucial. Many people deliberately hide their weaknesses and do not reveal their true abilities, so as not to be known and come up with a way to solve them. This little monk could actually defeat Yang Zhixiong quickly, but he did not. It is probably because of this reason.
Since Ge Yu drew the number 18, Ge Yu will play in the second round of competition.
Someone was already calling out the names of the people who were fighting.
Just next to the arena where Ge Yu was standing, about twenty meters away, there was a arena where the leader of the Huashan Sect and the leader of Qingcheng Mountain Yun Qingzhen.
It was at this ring that the real man Yun Qing called Ge Yu's name, and Ge Yu hurriedly walked towards the ring.
When everyone heard about Ge Yu's fight, they seemed very excited. Except for Wu Jiuyin sitting under the ring, the rest of the people followed and went to the bottom of Ge Yu's fight to watch.
Monk Hua patted Ge Yu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I said your Xuanmen Sect is cruel enough. He actually sent a powerful character like you to fight. Aren't you afraid that people will say that the younger generation bullies the younger generation?"
"I have no choice. The senior brother of the head teacher insists on me to participate. It won't be fine if he doesn't participate. As the head teacher, how dare I, a disciple of the Xuanmen, disobey his wishes?" Ge Yu said with a wry smile.
"Haha... Do it well, this time it's definitely yours. After the game, I'll have a celebration wine tonight." Bai Zhan said with a smile.
"The young masters who came this time are very strong, and I am not sure. The young master from the Damo Cave of Shaolin Temple just now is a very powerful character." Ge Yu said modestly.
"We all believe in you, if you win, we will cheer you up." Yue Qiang also said on the side.
As he was talking, Ge Yu had already called Ge Yu's name twice. Ge Yu waved to everyone and walked straight towards the ring.
There was already someone waiting on the ring. It was a big man with two copper hammers and a pair of tiger eyes in his hand, and he looked straight at Ge Yu.
As soon as Ge Yu walked onto the arena, someone shouted the competition to start.
Time is urgent, and there are 100 competitions a day. We strive to win the top 100 before dark. We have just come on stage and have already urged us to take action.
The world of a practitioner is always the winner, no matter how famous you are or what generation you are.
If it is a mule or a horse, you have to pull it out and slim.
Under the arena, Ge Yu had the most people standing there, because many people saw that everyone from Jiuyang Flower Li Bai came over. Except for Wu Jiuyin, they felt that the competition here must be very exciting.
Although Ge Yu has a high level of cultivation, not many people know him.
This time it was also when Ge Yu became famous.
Both sides stand on their own, and according to the rules of the world, they must first sign up for a name.
But when he saw the man opposite him carrying two copper hammers, he said in a muffled voice: "Shi Jinpeng, I have met this friend, please give me advice."
Ge Yu also politely replied: "Ge Yu, a disciple of Zhenren Chenyuan of Xuanmen Sect, is named Long Yan."
When Ge Yu announced his reputation, the person who surrounded the stands suddenly sighed. What a great guy, this generation is too exaggerated. He is actually the same generation as the head of the Xuanmen Sect, and he is so young. How is this possible?
However, this is a competition organized by the Tiandao Alliance, so it is impossible to register for the random number. Everyone was talking about it and they all felt a little unbelievable.
Chapter completed!