Chapter 1940 Collapse

"That's it~" Mo Jianli shook his head slightly and whispered a few words to Zhu Junfeng.

"Haha" Zhu Junfeng stood up, rushed to the ring with his flying sword, and said with a smile, "I, Changsheng Academy, are just here to make up the numbers. We cannot compare with Xiaojin Temple and Jiang Chao Temple. However, in order to let you fellow villagers see Wonderful performance, I, Changsheng Academy, have also arranged a simple lineup to compete with the immortals from Xiaojin Temple and Jiangchao Temple!"

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

"Amitabha, the names of the three families have been decided!" Zen Master Mingyue said with a smile, "The poor monk and Dean Zhu are arbitrators, and all the donors under the stage are also arbitrators! Let us wait and see which immortal friend has the last laugh! "

"Okay..." Under the arena, just as they had been waiting for a long time, they were applauding crazily, urging the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism to start competing.

"Go ahead!" Xiao Hua clapped his hands and gave the magic wand in the space to Yuan Ya, "Show me what skills you have!"

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

Naturally, Yuan Ya didn't need to use a ladder. He jumped up with the magic wand in his hand, stepped on the pillar of the ring with his foot, and took advantage of the momentum to easily get onto the ring!

"Keng!" With a sound, Yuan Ya put the magic wand on the ring and said calmly: "Which bald donkey comes up to die..."

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

At this time, a slightly muscular monk also held a Zen staff in his hand. He walked out from behind the ring with some fear and hesitation. It was Jianzheng, the monk from Xiaojin Temple. This monk often fights with Yuan Ya, but thanks to the large number of people, he does not suffer a big loss. Today, he sees himself facing this evil god alone, and this evil god has a dark magic wand in his hand. !

"Haha. Your name is Jianzheng!" Yuan Ya burst out laughing when he saw the monk, "I don't know how many times I've beaten you, and you actually caught up with me!"

Jian Zheng shrank his neck, he was really scared, but when he looked at Zen Master Mingyue's eyes next to him, he looked like a sharp sword. Jianzheng had no choice but to hold the Zen staff in his hand and shout: "Yuanya, usually I don't want to be acquainted with you, but today is different. I want you to see my true cultivation! If you are afraid, hurry up." Admit defeat, from..."

Before Jian Zheng could finish speaking, Yuan Ya roared loudly, flew into the air, raised the magic wand high and shouted: "Bald donkey, please take my stick!"

"Bold!" At this point, Jianzheng no longer cared about being afraid.

Waving the Zen staff with both hands, he also gave a decent roar and came forward.

There was a loud "Peng" sound, and the Zen staff inevitably collided with the magic wand. Although Jian Zheng's skill may not be as good as Yuan Ya's, Yuan Ya's strength is huge and the stick is heavy, and the huge impact is far beyond what Jian Zheng can match. With just one blow, Jian Zheng's figure immediately lost his balance. He couldn't help but fly towards the bottom of the ring...

Zen Master Mingyue looked at it without any expression on his face. He also knew that even if Mingcheng and Mingfa came to power, they might not be Yuan Ya's opponents. Jian Zheng was easily knocked away by Yuan Ya... That was normal tension. ah!

"Amitabha..." Zen Master Mingyue looked at Zhu Junfeng and said, "Dean Zhu. I, Xiaojin Temple, lost the first battle. Please invite students from Changsheng Academy to come up!"

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

"Yes!" A thin scholar responded and ran onto the stage from the ladder. The scholar was dressed in Confucian attire and held a clear sword in his hand. He was so elegant that he won applause from everyone under the stage.

"Fellow Immortal Yuanya, please?" Zhang Chunyang politely raised his fists and saluted, and then raised his sword in a gesture of raising his hands!

"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 from the magic wand hit his face, Zhang Chunyang activated the meager amount of energy in his Dantian, and his body barely floated in the air. Following the dance of the sword, he started fighting with Yuan Yayou. Zhang Chunyang's strategy is not wrong, and his skills are much higher than Jian Zheng's. However, Yuan Ya's methods come from the jungle, and he has fought life and death in the gladiatorial arena. His moves are all life and death, and they are fierce. To the extreme, after a few moves, Zhang Chunyang was forced to the edge of the ring again, to the point where there was no way to escape.

"I'm no match for Immortal Yuanya. Thank you for your advice!" Looking at the open space behind him, Zhang Chunyang rushed out of the ring without hesitation. He looked very leisurely and even waved his sword in mid-air to pull out the weapon. Several sword flowers turned over a few somersaults before they landed on the ground, clasping their fists and saluting everyone.

Facing Yuan Ya, not only Jian Ping and Jian Shan of Xiaojin Temple were easily knocked off the ring, but also Liu Chun and Jiming of Changsheng Academy were forced off the ring. Even if Ming Fa of Xiaojin Temple stepped onto the ring next, even though there was a true Buddhist sect. With his cultivation level, he was still no match for Yuan Ya. After fighting for a meal, he knocked away the Buddhist artifacts and had to give up orally.

Jiang Chaoguan is really showing off his power now. He defeated seven people from Xiaojin Temple and Changsheng Academy by himself! Not only was Xiao Jian beaming, but everyone under the ring also had their eyes dropped to the floor.

These people didn't know the arrangements of Xiaojin Temple and Changsheng Academy. They were all dumbfounded when they saw Yuan Ya being so brave. They felt that they had underestimated Jiang Chaoguan before.

Seeing that Yuanya had defeated Mingfa and was already exhausted, Zhu Junfeng walked to the center of the ring and said with a smile: "Yuanya's nephew is extremely powerful, which is beyond Zhu's imagination! However, Xiao Xianyou, your rules... are really weird! Yuanya's nephew is fighting against seven people alone, and he never had any chance to rest in the middle. Isn't this the case that my Changsheng Academy and Xiaojin Temple are bullying the weak with their numbers?"

"Hahaha..." Xiao Jian stood up from the donkey cart and laughed loudly, "There are only three people in Jiangchao Temple! You are bullying the weak with your numbers!"

"How about this, Xiao Xianyou, let Yuanya rest for a while!" Zhu Junfeng said again, "After my Changsheng Academy and Xiaojin Temple have a few matches, let Yuanya's nephew come up?"

"Isn't this inappropriate?" Master Mingyue knew Mingfa and Mingcheng's cultivation very well. Mingfa resisted Yuanya and consumed his strength. In the future, Changsheng Academy can still entangle Fight Yuanya for a cup of tea, and if Yuanya is not defeated, he will definitely lose to Mingcheng. How can Master Mingyue let go of such a good opportunity? Moreover, if Yuanya rests, Mingcheng will definitely fight against Fan Xiang of Changsheng Academy, which is very disadvantageous to Xiaojin Temple. So he hurriedly shouted, "This rule was proposed by Taoist Xiao of Jiangchao Temple himself, and it was witnessed by thousands of donors. How can it be changed?"

"It doesn't matter..." Yuanya took a breath and smiled hard, "The kid can still support it..."

"Forget it!" Xiao Hua smiled coldly. He wanted to save some face for Xiaojin Temple, but seeing these so-called Buddhist disciples calculating like this, he was too lazy to hold back. He floated down the donkey cart and said loudly, "Yuanya, admit defeat!"

"Yes~" Yuanya couldn't produce any rebuttal to Xiao Hua's words. He responded in a low voice and floated down the ring without saying a word, without any drag.

Zhu Junfeng was naturally stunned, but he looked at Xiao Hua walking slowly with great interest, and said with a smile: "Xiao Xianyou seems to be thinking of action after being quiet for a long time. Your next opponent is Fan Xiang from my Changsheng Academy. Please be more lenient!"

"Haha, no problem!" Xiao Hua smiled faintly, and still walked slowly to the bottom of the ring.

Fan Xiang from Changsheng Academy had been waiting behind the ring for a long time. When he heard Zhu Junfeng mention his name, he immediately urged the flying sword and tried to fly from under the ring to the ring!

"Okay..." Fan Xiang's appearance immediately won the cheers of the crowd. Everyone's eyes were unconsciously focused on Xiao Hua's slow pace, wanting to see how Xiao Hua would get on 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, and walked onto the ring step by step in mid-air!

"Si..." All the villagers of Changsheng Town under the ring were stunned. They couldn't imagine that a person could actually walk in the void! It was even more incredible than a sword light or being supported by clouds.

"You are no match for me!" Xiao Hua walked up from under the ring, looked at Fan Xiang and said lightly, "Let him come!"

As he said that, Xiao Hua pointed his hand at Xingchen.

"Senior Xiao!" Seeing Xiao Hua's cultivation, Fan Xiang knew that he was no match for him, but he still said respectfully, "Now it's the junior who's on the stage. If you let me admit defeat before I even make a move, I won't be convinced! The rules of this challenge are set by Jiang Chaoguan. How about we talk after you defeat me?"

"Haha, not bad!" Xiao Hua laughed, waved his hand, took out the Pingtian stick, and said, "Confucianism is about breaking rather than bending. If you admit defeat like this, how can you be a scholar? In this case, then I will let you know what is... awesome!"

As he said, Xiao Hua calmly stepped on the stage...

Fan Xiang raised his eyebrows and was about to bow and salute. At this moment, the entire stage shook for a while, and Fan Xiang couldn't stand still.

But seeing the faint Buddha light flashing violently on the stage, Zen Master Mingyue exclaimed: "Oh, no!" The tin stick in his hand paused, and immediately urged the power of thought to fly in the air. Zhu Junfeng was naturally faster than Master Mingyue. He had already stood in the air with his flying sword under his feet, and was looking at Xiao Hua with a look of surprise on his face!

Fan Xiang was a little slower. Seeing the entire ring collapse, he activated his true energy and flew out of the ring.

How heavy was Xiao Hua's Pingtian Stick? Even if this simple ring was blessed with a Buddhist formation, how could it resist? Xiao Hua stepped on the ring and crushed the entire ring without making a move! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)