As soon as Zhong Jinliang came on stage, he politely bowed to the Master Yu Ling from Mount Emei and said, "Zhong Jinliang, a descendant of Zhong Kui, please give me advice."

The Master Yu Ling on the opposite side looked calm, but was also very respectful. He bowed to Zhong Jinliang and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha... Yu Ling, a disciple of Master Leng Yue in Emei Mountain, has seen this Mr. Zhong."

At this time, Zhong Jinliang looked at the Master Yu Ling's eyes and found that the Master in front of him had extremely delicate facial features, white and tender skin, and was in his early twenties, and was slim and slim, like a person walking out of the painting. Facing the delicate Master in front of him, Zhong Jinliang suddenly felt a little embarrassed to take action, afraid that as soon as he took action, he would break up the delicate Master.

But when Zhong Jinliang looked at Master Yu Ling's clear eyes, he didn't think so anymore. Her eyes were deep and vast, and calm, as if they could see through him at a glance.

Coupled with the previous reminder from Ge Yu and Wu Jiuyin, Zhong Jinliang knew that the little master in front of him was definitely terrifying.

Therefore, Zhong Jinliang had to deal with it calmly. At that moment, Zhong Jinliang shook the folding fan in his hand, and accompanied by a burst of fairy aura, the folding fan suddenly turned into a sword and made a crisp sound.

"Mr. Yu Ling, please..." Zhong Jinliang greeted.

Master Yu Ling nodded and did not take out any magic weapons. It seemed that Master Yu Ling had never used any magic weapons since participating in this competition. He just stood empty-handed and fought all the way to the top thirteen.

Seeing that Master Yu Ling did not take out the magic weapon, Zhong Jinliang asked in confusion: "Mr. Yu Ling, don't you use magic weapon? My sword is sharp and I can't help but take advantage of it."

"Amitabha, monks are compassionate and do not use any weapons. Come on." Master Yu Ling said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Jinliang admired the arrival of this master even more. He was indeed a powerful Buddhist. He became even more careful and called out to offend him. He then held the immortal-killing sword in his hand and slashed towards the Master Yu Ling.

Even before the sharp immortal-killing sword fell to the face of Master Yu Ling, she was still calm and she was still calm. She just flashed slightly and she avoided the side.

In the eyes of the people in the audience, Master Yu Ling's light flash was ordinary, and it was a very ordinary routine, but it was completely different in Zhong Jinliang's eyes, because Master Yu Ling's eyes was about to fall on her, in an instant, dodged to one side, as if he had disappeared out of thin air and moved one step away.

Such supernatural powers are so fast that it is unimaginable.

When Master Yu Ling dodged away from Zhong Jinliang's sword, he then waved his palm and slapped Zhong Jinliang's body from the air.

With a palm, the wind and clouds moved, and the palm wind formed a strong force. The palm did not touch Zhong Jinliang's body at all. Zhong Jinliang's body was pushed away by the palm wind for four or five steps.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience, it seemed that Zhong Jinliang was deliberately avoiding it. However, only Zhong Jinliang could perceive how terrifying power was contained in this small body of Master Yu Ling.

After being forced away by Master Yu Ling's palm, Zhong Jinliang was shocked. He knew that if he didn't use some powerful tricks, he wouldn't be able to deal with Master Yu Ling's.

At that moment, he took a deep breath, raised the Immortal Sword again, and then activated the Immortal Range Step, quickly surrounding the Master Yu Ling. The Immortal Sword stabbed towards Master Yu Ling from various tricky angles.

At this time, Master Yu Ling stood there and stopped moving, and closed his eyes and used the powerful Qi field sensing to judge the direction of Zhong Jinliang's sword. Whenever Zhong Jinliang's long sword stabbed, she could always take one step ahead of him to judge the trend and trend of the long sword, either dodge, or nimblely stretch out her hand to slap the immortal-slaying sword in Zhong Jinliang's hand.

Although with a light wave, the white little hands slapped the sword of the fairy-killing sword, which was powerful and terrifying. Zhong Jinliang's hand was a little numb and he could hardly hold the sword in his hand. At this time, Master Yu Ling had a faint Buddha light flashing on his body, like a blooming snow lotus, spotlessly, making Zhong Jinliang's fear rise in his heart.

In this way, after Zhong Jinliang tested dozens of moves, he still could not shake Master Yu Ling at all.

Then, Zhong Jinliang took a deep breath and retreated directly to the edge of the arena, intending to use his ultimate move to impose a wisp of Zhong Kui's spiritual sense on his body.

When Zhong Jinliang and Master Yu Ling were fighting too much, everyone in the audience was confused.

Because for a long time, this Master Yu Ling is ordinary in the eyes of everyone and has not shown much strength, but she can always win every battle.

As a descendant of Zhong Kui, Zhong Jinliang is a dark horse that came out of this ring competition. In the eyes of everyone, he is a candidate who has a great chance of winning the top spot, and he can't even take over this Master Yu Ling.

Among the ten elders, many people were talking about it. Even though they had participated in the battle to siege the head of the Yishi Sect, Master Yu Ling did not have any too eye-catching actions at that time.

Ge Yu was also staring at the little master Yu Ling's every move. After savoring it, he also felt that the great Buddhist teachings contained in this little master were indeed a bit difficult to overcome.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Liangzi was probably going to lose.

On the ring, Zhong Jinliang shook the immortal sword in his hand and turned into a folding fan again. In the public eye, he saw Zhong Jinliang take out a scroll from the folding fan, then hung it on the ring, opening the scroll, revealing a portrait of Zhong Kui.

As soon as he saw the portrait of Zhong Kui, the people who were watching the ring below couldn't help but start to discuss it. Anyone could see that Zhong Jinliang was trying to make a big move.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Jinliang pinched his fingers and the surrounding Qi field began to roll, and a white fairy mist began to spread out from the portrait of Zhong Kui.

This kid Zhong Jinliang didn't want to give up, and he also wanted to have a final battle with Master Yu Ling by asking Zhong Kui to do his best.

The Master Yu Ling on the opposite side suddenly felt the strong fluctuation of the Qi field. The tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the eyes were still as calm as water.
Chapter completed!