Chapter 1940 Collapse

"That's all~" Mo Jianli shook his head slightly, and whispered something to Zhu Junfeng.

"Hehe" Zhu Junfeng stood up, stepped on the flying sword and rushed to the ring again, and said with a smile, "My Changsheng Academy is here to make up the numbers. It can't be compared with Xiaojin Temple and Jiangchao Temple. However, in order to let the folks see Wonderful performance, my Longevity Academy will also form a simple lineup, and I will compete with the fairy friends from Xiaojin Temple and Jiang Chaoguan in a while!"

Speaking of which, Zhu Junfeng announced the list of Changsheng Academy, it was: Zhang Chunyang, Liu Chun, Jiming, Fan Xiang, Du Yuechen, Tai'an, Qiu Jian, Li Moming, Ji Dong and Mo Jianli.

"Amitabha, the list of the three families has been determined!" Zen Master Mingyue smiled, "The poor monk and Dean Zhu are the arbitrators, and the benefactors under the ring are also the arbitrators! Let us wait and see which immortal friend will have the last laugh! "

"Okay..." Under the ring, just as he had been expecting for a long time, now he applauded wildly, urging the three factions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism to start fighting.

"You go!" Xiao Hua clapped his hands, and gave Yuan Ya the magic wand of income space, "Let this old man see how capable you are!"

"Yes..." Yuan Ya jumped off the donkey cart, caught the magic wand in the air, and when he landed, he stepped on a deep footprint on the ground!

Naturally, Yuan Ya didn't need to use a ladder. Holding the magic wand in his hand, he sprinted and stepped on the pillars of the ring with his feet, taking advantage of the momentum to easily get on the ring!

"Keng!", Yuan Ya beat the magic wand on the ring, and said calmly: "Which bald donkey came up to die..."

"Wow..." There was an uproar under the ring.

At this time, a slightly muscular monk was also holding a Zen stick in his hand, a little afraid and hesitant, walked out from behind the ring. It was the monk Jianzheng from Xiaojin Temple. This monk often fights with Yuan Ya on weekdays, but because of the large number of people, he did not suffer a big loss. Today, he saw himself facing this evil god alone, and there was an extra black magic wand in this evil god's hand !

"Haha. Your name is Jianzheng!" Yuan Ya laughed when he saw this monk, "I don't know how many times I beat you, but you caught up!"

Jianzheng shrunk his neck, really afraid, but he looked at the eyes of Zen Master Mingyue who was like a sharp sword beside him. Jianzheng had no choice but to hold the Zen stick in his hand and shouted: "Yuan Ya, the poor monk doesn't want to be as knowledgeable as you are in ordinary times, but today is different, Pindao wants to show you the real cultivation of Pindao! If you are afraid, hurry up Admit defeat, from..."

Before Jianzheng finished speaking, Yuan Ya let out a loud roar, and flew into the air, raised the magic wand high and shouted: "The bald donkey, let me give you a stick!"

"Bold!" By this time,

Jianzheng couldn't care less about being afraid. Waving the Zen stick with both hands, he greeted him with a loud roar.

There was a loud "Peng", and the Zen staff inevitably collided with the magic wand. Although Jianzheng's skill may not be inferior to Yuan Ya's, Yuan Ya's strength is heavy, and the huge impact is far from what Jianzheng can match. With just one blow, Jianzheng's figure immediately lost his balance. Involuntarily flew towards the bottom of the ring...

Zen Master Mingyue watched without any expression on his face. He knew that even if Mingcheng and Mingfa came to the stage, they might not be Yuan Ya's opponents. ah!

"Amitabha..." Zen Master Mingyue looked at Zhu Junfeng and said, "Principal Zhu, I lost the first match in Xiaojin Temple, please come up with students from Changsheng Academy!"

"Okay!" Zhu Junfeng nodded, looked at the audience and said, "Zhang Chunyang, come and learn the methods of Jiang Chaoguan Taoist disciples!"

"Yes!" A thin scholar responded and ran up the ladder to the ring. The scholar was dressed in a Confucian attire, with a clear sword in his hand, extremely elegant, which won the applause of everyone under the ring.

"Friend Yuan Ya, please?" Zhang Chunyang clasped his fists in a very polite salute, and then raised his sword, just like raising his hand!

"Please, please, please!" Yuan Ya would not be polite to him, after saluting, he shouted three times and waved his magic wand three times in a row!

The strong wind of the magic wand hit his face, Zhang Chunyang stimulated the meager zhenqi in his dantian, barely floating in mid-air, and with the dancing of the sword, he started to fight with Yuan Yayou. This piece of Chunyang's strategy is not incorrect, and his skills are much higher than Jianzheng's. However, Yuan Ya's methods come from the jungle, and he has fought life and death in the arena. His moves are life and death, fierce Extreme, but after a few tricks, Zhang Chunyang was forced to the edge of the ring again, to the point where he couldn't avoid it.

"I'm not the opponent of Yuan Ya Xianyou, thank you for your advice!" Looking at the open space behind him, Zhang Chunyang flew out of the ring without any hesitation. Several sword flowers flipped a few somersaults before they floated to the ground, clasping fists at everyone and saluting.

Facing Yuan Ya, not only Jian Ping and Jian Shan from Xiaojin Temple were knocked off the ring easily, but Liu Chun and Jiming from Changsheng Academy were also forced off the ring. He is still not Yuan Ya's opponent with his cultivation base, and after fighting for a meal, he knocked the Buddhist artifact into the air and had to give it away.

Jiang Chaoguan is really showing its power now, defeating the seven people from Xiaojin Temple and Changsheng Academy by one person! Not only did Xiao Jian smile wide-eyed, but everyone under the ring also dropped their eyes.

These people didn't know the arrangement of Xiaojin Temple and Changsheng Academy, they were all dumbfounded when they saw Yuan Ya's bravery, and felt that they had really underestimated Jiang Chaoguan before.

Seeing that Yuan Ya had defeated Ming Fa and was already exhausted, Zhu Junfeng walked to the center of the ring and said with a smile: "Mr. This rule...is really weird! Nephew Yuan Ya fought one against seven without any chance to rest, isn't this how my Longevity Academy and Xiaojin Temple bully the few with more?"

"Hahaha..." Xiao Jian stood up from the donkey cart and laughed loudly, "There are only three people in my Jiangchao Temple! You are just bullying the few with the more you wait!"

"How about this, Xiao Xianyou, let Yuan Ya rest for a while!" Zhu Junfeng said again, "How about letting Master Nephew Yuan Ya come up after I have a few battles with Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Academy?"

"Isn't this inappropriate?" Zen Master Mingyue is very clear about Mingfa and Mingcheng's cultivation. Mingfa's power against Yuanya has consumed his energy. No matter how bad Changsheng Academy is, he can fight Yuanya for a cup of tea. Then if Yuan Ya is undefeated, then he must be defeated by Ming Cheng. How can Zen Master Mingyue let go of such a good opportunity, and if Yuan Ya rests, Ming Cheng will definitely face Fan Xiang from Changsheng Academy. The temple was very unfavorable, so he hurriedly shouted, "This rule was proposed by Xiao Daoist of Jiangchao Temple himself, and it was witnessed by thousands of benefactors. How can it be changed?"

"It's okay..." Yuan Ya took a breath, and tried to smile, "The boy can still support..."

"That's all!" Xiao Hua sneered coldly, he originally wanted to save some face for Xiaojin Temple, but seeing these so-called Buddhist disciples' calculations, he didn't bother to keep his hands, he floated down from the donkey cart, and said loudly, "Yuan Ya, admit defeat!"

"Yes~" For Xiao Hua's words, Yuan Ya couldn't produce any rebuttal, and responded in a low voice, and immediately floated off the ring without saying a word, without delay.

Zhu Junfeng was naturally taken aback, but he watched Xiao Hua walking slowly with great interest, and said with a smile: "Xiao Xianyou seems to be very quiet and thinking about moving, your next opponent is my Fan from Longevity Academy Xiang, please be more merciful!"

"Haha, easy to say!" Xiao Hua smiled faintly, and still slowly walked under the ring.

Fan Xiang from Changsheng Academy had been waiting behind the arena for a long time, when he heard Zhu Junfeng say his name, he immediately urged the flying sword, and tried his best to fly from under the arena to the arena!

"Okay..." Fan Xiang's appearance immediately won the applause of everyone, and everyone's eyes were unconsciously focused on Xiao Hua's unhurried pace, wanting to see how Xiao Hua climbed onto the ring.

Seeing that the ring was approaching, Xiao Hua quietly hit a yellow talisman on himself, and then, with a little mana, his figure slowly floated up, as if walking on an invisible step, step by step in mid-air On to the ring!

"Si..." All the villagers of Changsheng Town under the ring were stunned. They couldn't imagine that a person could walk in the void! It is even more inconceivable than a sword light, or a cloud holding it.

"You are not an old man's opponent!" Xiao Hua walked up from under the ring, looked at Fan Xiang and said lightly, "Let him come!"

With that said, Xiao Hua pointed at Sex Chen.

"Senior Xiao!" Seeing Xiao Hua's cultivation level, Fan Xiang knew that he was not an opponent, but he still said respectfully, "Now this junior is on stage, and if you let the junior admit defeat before you even make a move, the junior will not be convinced! The rules of this challenge It was ordered by Jiang Chaoguan, how about asking the senior to defeat the junior?"

"Haha, not bad!" Xiao Hua laughed loudly, waved his hand, took out the leveling stick, and said, "Confucianism Cultivator just emphasizes bending rather than bending. If so, it will be defeated. How can you set foot in Scholar? In this case, the old man I'll let you know what it means to be...awesome!"

With that said, Xiao Hua calmly stepped on the ring...

Fan Xiang frowned, and was about to bow to salute, at this moment, the whole ring shook for a while, and Fan Xiang couldn't stand still.

But seeing the faint Buddha light flickering violently on the ring, Zen Master Mingyue exclaimed: "Oh, it's not good!" The tin stick in his hand paused, and immediately urged his mind to fly into the air. Zhu Junfeng is naturally faster than Zen Master Mingyue, standing in mid-air with a flying sword under his feet, looking at Xiao Hua with a surprised expression on his face!

Fan Xiang slowed down a bit, seeing that the entire arena collapsed with a loud bang, he mobilized his true energy and flew out of the arena.

What is the weight of Xiao Hua's Ping Tian Cudgel, even if this simple arena is blessed with the Buddha Formation, how can it resist? As soon as Xiao Hua stepped onto the arena, without making a move at all, he crushed the entire arena! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)