Wang Shiren waited uneasily for the last moment from the stage. Although no one came on stage to challenge, there were a lot of discussions outside. They only said that Wang Shiren's swordsmanship was nothing more than that. The reason why he was able to win successively was just because he had magic weapons in his hands. Even in the end,

Obtaining this bronze amulet is a victory without force.

A few of the people who were talking in low voices were sitting not far behind the others. Hearing their chatter and harsh words, they frowned and turned around, "What are you talking about? If you can't beat me, just shut up. Don't give yourself reasons for not being able to go on stage."

."

Datou was holding two bronze talismans at this time. No one dared to offend him easily. Seeing him turn around to reprimand, the people who were commenting quickly turned their heads and looked away, pretending to be innocent.

"Damn it, it's sour grapes when you can't eat them," Datou turned around, "It's also a problem for people who have a good sword. They all become jealous and hateful, and they become jealous."

"There's no need to blame them." He said casually.

Da Tou was confused and tilted his head in confusion, "What's going on?"

"Because your yin and yang chakra is also an ancient magic weapon," he said, "no matter how reasonable and just what you say, they will think that you are deliberately partial and unfair."

"Haha," Datou said with a smile, "I don't want them to agree with my statement. I just can't see their hypocrisy. I feel unhappy if I don't say a word to them."

Without waiting for an answer, a bhikshuni suddenly stepped onto the stage from her right position.

The bhikshuni who appeared on the stage must be in his forties. He did not carry any weapons and was fighting the enemy with his bare hands.

Wang Shiren did not give up using the long sword just because the opponent was unarmed. The bhikshuni's boxing and kicking skills were still good, and his internal skills were also very pure. However, facing the sword in Wang Shiren's hand, he was still quickly at a disadvantage. His movement was restricted and his attacks were repeated.

frustrated.

Everyone outside the court thought that the bhikshuni would soon admit defeat, but the bhikshuni did not do that. Instead, she faced the difficulties and became more courageous as she fought.

The bhikshuni's sudden counterattack surprised Wang Shiren, and he was a little panicked when he responded. The reason why he was slightly panicked was not because he couldn't resist, but because he had never wanted to see blood before, but this time he faced the bhikshuni's desperate attack.

Attacking, it is difficult for him to defeat the opponent without seriously injuring the opponent.

Wang Shiren's insistence on giving in made Datou confused, "Why are you still so timid in the end? Maybe you want to delay time."

He shook his head and said, "It would be easy for Wang Shiren to win. The long sword he used could easily cut off the nun's hand. But Long Yuan once said before that he hoped that everyone in the competition would be merciful and stop at the point. Wang Shiren was worried that in order to win,

Killing someone will make Long Yuan dissatisfied, mistakenly thinking that he is bloodthirsty and easy to kill, so he does not hand over the magic talisman to him. That nun discovered this, so she felt confident and only attacked but not defended."

Hearing the words, Datou frowned and said, "This nun is a bit shameless."

There was no answer. The nun's tactics were indeed suspected of moral kidnapping. He took advantage of Wang Shiren's eagerness to obtain the talisman and did not want to see blood, and in turn coerced Wang Shiren.

Because of his scruples, Wang Shiren could not use his swordsmanship calmly, and loopholes gradually appeared in his defense. After a few rounds, Wang Shiren was hit with a palm in the back. The bhikshuni was a pure monk, and this palm hit Wang Shiren directly in the mouth.

Vomiting blood, he staggered forward.

Wang Shiren was still undecided and undecided. After he pounced forward, he happened to face him and looked eagerly, seeking advice from him.

Knowing that Wang Shiren is asking him

Asked for help, but did not give any hints. The reason is also very simple. Everyone has to bear the consequences of their own words, deeds and decisions. The essence of giving advice to others is to make decisions yourself and others bear the consequences. But Wang Shiren and him are not very

Familiar, he was not sure what consequences his reminder to Wang Shiren would have. If there were bad consequences, the person who came up with the idea would easily be blamed.

After Wang Shiren barely stabilized his position, he did not turn around immediately, but stared straight at him, his eyes full of begging.

At this time, the bhikshuni on the stage was approaching quickly and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make up for the attack. If he didn't make a decision immediately, Wang Shiren was afraid that he would be hit hard again, and even if he made a decision by then, he would be unable to save his life.

He did not agree with Wang Shiren's practice of trusting his life and death to others, but he could also understand Wang Shiren's mood. Wang Shiren valued the amulet very seriously, and because he desperately wanted to get it, he hesitated and worried about gains and losses.

There was no room for deep thought in the electric light, and after anxious thinking, my brows slightly wrinkled and my nose trembled slightly.

Upon seeing this, Wang Shiren understood immediately and had no worries. When the opponent struck his back with his palm, he turned around quickly, drew his sword with his backhand, and neatly removed the bhikshuni's right arm.

There was more than one discerning person outside the court, and many of them were disdainful of what the bhikshuni did. Seeing that Wang Shiren finally killed him when they could no longer bear it, everyone felt great and cheered.

It wasn't until cheers and cheers came from outside that the bhikshuni came back to his senses. The severe pain caused him to scream and scream in pain. He covered the injured area with his hands and screamed in pain.

The bhikshuni's screams made Wang Shiren's scalp numb. He was very nervous. He looked eagerly at the gray-robed monk on the west side of the stone platform, only to find that the gray-robed monk was lowering his eyebrows and closing his eyes, silently reciting the Buddha's name.

Seeing this situation, Wang Shiren looked nervously, but did not respond. The reason why he hinted that Wang Shiren would fight back was because Wang Shiren would definitely lose if he was hit by another palm. In fact, he was not sure whether the gray monk

Will he be dissatisfied with Wang Shiren for killing him?

After all, the bhikshuni was a master of purple energy. After a brief panic, she raised her hand eagerly to seal the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding. She then bent down to pick up her severed arm and turned to look at the gray-robed monk.

After waiting for a while, the monk in gray clothes didn't open his eyes. The bhikshuni stepped down disappointed, rushed to the exit of the fairy palace, and left in a hurry, presumably looking for someone to replace her broken arm.

At this moment, the sound of ringing gold sounded, and the competition officially ended.

Hearing the sound of ringing gold, the monk in gray slowly opened his eyes, put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, then slowly raised his hands to eliminate all the blood stains remaining on the stage.

Wang Shiren returned the sword to its sheath. He walked up to the gray-robed monk with anxiety, bowed his hands and said, "I am not good at studying, and I cannot make and receive sword moves according to my heart. I am not able to do it to the point. I hope you will forgive me."

"Namo Amitabha." The monk in gray clothes sang the Buddha again.

The monk's word "Amitabha" is not inappropriate in any situation. It is just a sentence of "Amitabha". No one outside the venue could guess what the monk in gray was thinking. However, everyone outside the venue was still full of expectations for the following discussion. After all, everyone

I am eager to know how monks with earthly immortal cultivation understand and view the Yin and Yang of Heaven.

Compared with the people outside the venue, the expectations in the hearts of others are even higher, just because they know that this gray-robed monk named Longyuan is originally the attendant of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. As the saying goes, if you walk with tigers and wolves, you will be a beast, and if you fly with the phoenix, you will be a ferocious beast.

He must be a handsome bird. This person has been with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for many years and has been immersed in it. His knowledge and realm must be extraordinary...Wang Shiren waited uneasily for the last moment from the stage. Although no one came to challenge him outside the stage,

After a lot of discussion, it was said that Wang Shiren's swordsmanship was nothing more than this, and the reason why he was able to win successively was just because he had magic weapons in his hands. Even if he finally got this bronze amulet, he would still be victorious.

A few of the people who were talking in low voices were sitting not far behind the others. Hearing their chatter and harsh words, they frowned and turned around, "What are you talking about? If you can't beat me, just shut up. Don't give yourself reasons for not being able to go on stage."

."

Datou was holding two bronze talismans at this time. No one dared to offend him easily. Seeing him turn around to reprimand, the people who were commenting quickly turned their heads and looked away, pretending to be innocent.

"Damn it, it's sour grapes when you can't eat them," Datou turned around, "It's also a problem for people who have a good sword. They all become jealous and hateful, and they become jealous."

"There's no need to blame them." He said casually.

Da Tou was confused and tilted his head in confusion, "What's going on?"

"Because your yin and yang chakra is also an ancient magic weapon," he said, "no matter how reasonable and just what you say, they will think that you are deliberately partial and unfair."

"Haha," Datou said with a smile, "I don't want them to agree with my statement. I just can't see their hypocrisy. I feel unhappy if I don't say a word to them."

Without waiting for an answer, a bhikshuni suddenly stepped onto the stage from her right position.

The bhikshuni who appeared on the stage must be in his forties. He did not carry any weapons and was fighting the enemy with his bare hands.

Wang Shiren did not give up using the long sword just because the opponent was unarmed. The bhikshuni's boxing and kicking skills were still good, and his internal skills were also very pure. However, facing the sword in Wang Shiren's hand, he was still quickly at a disadvantage. His movement was restricted and his attacks were repeated.

frustrated.

Everyone outside the court thought that the bhikshuni would soon admit defeat, but the bhikshuni did not do that. Instead, she faced the difficulties and became more courageous as she fought.

The bhikshuni's sudden counterattack surprised Wang Shiren, and he was a little panicked when he responded. The reason why he was slightly panicked was not because he couldn't resist, but because he had never wanted to see blood before, but this time he faced the bhikshuni's desperate attack.

Attacking, it is difficult for him to defeat the opponent without seriously injuring the opponent.

Wang Shiren's insistence on giving in made Datou confused, "Why are you still so timid in the end? Maybe you want to delay time."

He shook his head and said, "It would be easy for Wang Shiren to win. The long sword he used could easily cut off the nun's hand. But Long Yuan once said before that he hoped that everyone in the competition would be merciful and stop at the point. Wang Shiren was worried that in order to win,

Killing someone will make Long Yuan dissatisfied, mistakenly thinking that he is bloodthirsty and easy to kill, so he does not hand over the magic talisman to him. That nun discovered this, so she felt confident and only attacked but not defended."

Hearing the words, Datou frowned and said, "This nun is a bit shameless."

There was no answer. The nun's tactics were indeed suspected of moral kidnapping. He took advantage of Wang Shiren's eagerness to obtain the talisman and did not want to see blood, and in turn coerced Wang Shiren.

Because of his scruples, Wang Shiren could not use his swordsmanship calmly, and loopholes gradually appeared in his defense. After a few rounds, Wang Shiren was hit with a palm in the back. The bhikshuni was a pure monk, and this palm hit Wang Shiren directly in the mouth.

Vomiting blood, he staggered forward.

Wang Shiren was still undecided and undecided. After he pounced forward, he happened to face him and looked eagerly, seeking advice from him.

Knowing that Wang Shiren is asking him

Asked for help, but did not give any hints. The reason is also very simple. Everyone has to bear the consequences of their own words, deeds and decisions. The essence of giving advice to others is to make decisions yourself and others bear the consequences. But Wang Shiren and him are not very

Familiar, he was not sure what consequences his reminder to Wang Shiren would have. If there were bad consequences, the person who came up with the idea would easily be blamed.

After Wang Shiren barely stabilized his position, he did not turn around immediately, but stared straight at him, his eyes full of begging.

At this time, the bhikshuni on the stage was approaching quickly and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make up for the attack. If he didn't make a decision immediately, Wang Shiren was afraid that he would be hit hard again, and even if he made a decision by then, he would be unable to save his life.

He did not agree with Wang Shiren's practice of trusting his life and death to others, but he could also understand Wang Shiren's mood. Wang Shiren valued the amulet very seriously, and because he desperately wanted to get it, he hesitated and worried about gains and losses.

There was no room for deep thought in the electric light, and after anxious thinking, my brows slightly wrinkled and my nose trembled slightly.

Upon seeing this, Wang Shiren understood immediately and had no worries. When the opponent struck his back with his palm, he turned around quickly, drew his sword with his backhand, and neatly removed the bhikshuni's right arm.

There was more than one discerning person outside the court, and many of them were disdainful of what the bhikshuni did. Seeing that Wang Shiren finally killed him when they could no longer bear it, everyone felt great and cheered.

It wasn't until cheers and cheers came from outside that the bhikshuni came back to his senses. The severe pain caused him to scream and scream in pain. He covered the injured area with his hands and screamed in pain.

The bhikshuni's screams made Wang Shiren's scalp numb. He was very nervous. He looked eagerly at the gray-robed monk on the west side of the stone platform, only to find that the gray-robed monk was lowering his eyebrows and closing his eyes, silently reciting the Buddha's name.

Seeing this situation, Wang Shiren looked nervously, but did not respond. The reason why he hinted that Wang Shiren would fight back was because Wang Shiren would definitely lose if he was hit by another palm. In fact, he was not sure whether the gray monk

Will he be dissatisfied with Wang Shiren for killing him?

After all, the bhikshuni was a master of purple energy. After a brief panic, she raised her hand eagerly to seal the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding. She then bent down to pick up her severed arm and turned to look at the gray-robed monk.

After waiting for a while, the monk in gray clothes didn't open his eyes. The bhikshuni stepped down disappointed, rushed to the exit of the fairy palace, and left in a hurry, presumably looking for someone to replace her broken arm.

At this moment, the sound of ringing gold sounded, and the competition officially ended.

Hearing the sound of ringing gold, the monk in gray slowly opened his eyes, put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, then slowly raised his hands to eliminate all the blood stains remaining on the stage.

Wang Shiren returned the sword to its sheath. He walked up to the gray-robed monk with anxiety, bowed his hands and said, "I am not good at studying, and I cannot make and receive sword moves according to my heart. I am not able to do it to the point. I hope you will forgive me."

"Namo Amitabha." The monk in gray clothes sang the Buddha again.

The monk's word "Amitabha" is not inappropriate in any situation. It is just a sentence of "Amitabha". No one outside the venue could guess what the monk in gray was thinking. However, everyone outside the venue was still full of expectations for the following discussion. After all, everyone

I am eager to know how monks with earthly immortal cultivation understand and view the Yin and Yang of Heaven.

Compared with the people outside the venue, the expectations in the hearts of others are even higher, just because they know that this gray-robed monk named Longyuan is originally the attendant of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. As the saying goes, if you walk with tigers and wolves, you will be a beast, and if you fly with the phoenix, you will be a ferocious beast.
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