Chapter 887 Ananda Yaro Palm
While Xiao Lin was thinking, Tie Xuanyi and Youquan had already started fighting.
Tie Xuanyi, in his hand, held a very inconspicuous long sword, four fingers wide, and the blade was black.
Tie Xuanyi's sword technique was somewhat similar to secular martial arts. With one swing of the sword, dozens of shocking sword qi swept out. Even Youquan, who had mastered the ghost way, was solemn.
There were six groups of emerald green flames floating around Youquan, which were the ghost fires of Youdu that he practiced. This ghost fire of Youdu was one of the most powerful flames of the ghost way. It contained a strong poison and was specially used to burn people's three souls and seven spirits. It was known as one of the three sinister flames of the ghost way.
Although Tie Xuanyi had a strong body, he still did not dare to be burned by the ghost fire. Under the sword qi, he always kept a distance from Youquan.
The six groups of ghost fires around Youquan kept moving to resist the incoming sword qi. There was no gunpowder smell in the fight between the two.
Xiao Lin had been watching carefully. He knew a lot about the ghost arts, but he had never seen the specific power with his own eyes. This thousand-year competition was a rare opportunity.
The two fought directly from noon to late in the evening. Tie Xuanyi was in danger several times. In order to avoid Youquan's ghost fire, he even lost a defensive magic weapon.
Just when everyone thought that Youquan was about to win this time, Tie Xuanyi came to Youquan's side through some secret magic, tore his protective ghost fire with a knife, and cut on his arm.
In the blood spray, Youquan also admitted defeat very straightforwardly.
Everyone with a discerning eye knew that Tie Xuanyi showed mercy with this knife, but Youquan did not launch a fatal attack at the last moment, otherwise the two would probably end up with one dead and one injured.
After Tie Xuanyi won, Tianya directly selected a person from the Nine Infants Blood Refining Saint Sect.
There was no suspense in this match. Tianya's various magical skills really opened Xiao Lin's eyes. The demon elder of the Nine Infants Blood Refining Holy Sect was almost always suppressed by him.
Finally, under Tianya's pressure, he raised his hand to admit defeat, and the fight ended.
After Tianya won, Yulin Zhantian couldn't help but smile. The first round of the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong had won three games, which was already very good. If it continued, it would most likely win the first place in this millennium competition.
The other three sects had their own thoughts. At this moment, only the Nine Infants Blood Refining Holy Sect won one game, while the Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong and the Beiming Youdu Tianzong each lost one game.
Everyone didn't know that at this moment, there was a group of transparent ripples in the sky thousands of feet high.
There were four people in the ripples, one of whom was an old monk with a haggard face and skinny bones, sitting cross-legged with a bitter face, as if the whole world owed him money.
Next to him was a bald man wearing a gray robe that was covered with dirt and had not been washed for many years.
Of the remaining two, one was wearing a black robe, not even showing his face. One could only see two green lights flashing in the dark hat, and a faint green fluorescence flashing all over his body.
As for the fourth person, he was a fifty-year-old man with slightly white hair. If Xiao Lin saw this person, he would recognize him at a glance. This person was Fu Feiran, the guide on his path to immortality.
But at this moment, Fu Feiran was no longer as wrinkled as he was back then, but had a ruddy face like a baby.
Fu Feiran was smiling at the moment, looking at the bitter-faced monk, and said: "Wuxiang, how is it? You used your golden lotus fragment to bet with this old man's five-element stone, which is definitely a bargain. And you also saw that this elder of my Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong is indeed only in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. Don't you have even this much confidence in your own disciples?"
Hearing this, the bitter-faced monk looked down, his eyes directly penetrated the void and fell on Xiao Lin.
"Old Fu, you are so confident, it seems that you are well prepared. Wuxiang's golden lotus fragments fell from the innate spiritual treasure ninth-grade golden lotus, which is a thing left behind by the upper realm. It is also useful for resisting the great catastrophe of ascension. You want to trick the bitter-meal monk, right?"
The bald man next to him said with a mocking look on his face.
The Five Elements Stone in Fu Laoer's hand can be used to refine Five Elements treasures, and it is also an excellent treasure to resist the Five Color Thunder in the Great Tribulation of the Transformation of the Spirit. Speaking of it, Fu Laoer is willing to invest in this bet.
A sinister voice sounded from the black robe.
"Hehe, don't worry, Master Wuxiang will not refuse. This Five Elements Stone can indeed be used to refine treasures that can resist the Five Color Thunder, but for Master Wuxiang, it is more important. If Fu remembers correctly, Master Wuxiang is refining a replica of the fairy treasure Five Color Heart Lotus?"
The bitter-faced monk heard this, but showed a surprised expression, looking at Fu Feiran: "Donor Fu, you are really well-informed, and you even know that I want to refine the Five Color Heart Lotus."
The bald man heard this and showed a look of surprise on his face: "Master Wuxiang really got this accurate information from that place How to refine the immortal treasure?"
"Master Wuxiang is really lucky. He even got the method to refine the quasi-immortal treasure. As long as he refines this quasi-immortal treasure, he will be able to re-enter that place and find treasures. It will be just around the corner to advance to the middle stage of the spirit transformation in the future."
The bitter-faced monk heard this and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Master Zhuo is right. Although I have obtained the technology to refine the imitation immortal treasure, it is extremely difficult to refine it. Even if I refine it, it will be a life-and-death struggle to enter that place."
Two green rays of light shot out from the black hat of the black-robed man, and he said sinisterly: "Immortal treasures are rare magical instruments for spiritual world cultivators. It is said that there are nine levels, and there are quasi-immortal instruments above them. I wonder which level of immortal treasure the five-color heart lotus imitated by the master is."
"Of course it is the first level. The most important function of this five-color heart lotus is to be able to concentrate and calm the mind and eliminate external interference. When it comes to attack, it is the weakest one."
"Is there really an immortal treasure in that place? The master is really lucky. I wonder if you can share the refining process of this quasi-immortal treasure. Of course, we will not let the master suffer. How about this dark blood crystal as an exchange?" The bald man also looked at the monk Wuxiang and said.
The bitter melon monk felt the unfriendly eyes of several people, and his heart sank. At the same time, he also greeted Fu Feiran's ancestors in his heart. Although he was a cultivator of the spirit transformation, he would have no way to face three people at the same time.
But he was unwilling to make the refining method of the imitation immortal treasure public.
"That's right, Master Wuxiang, don't be stingy. Let us show it to the public so that we can support it. And you should also know that although this five-color heart lotus is a first-level fairy treasure, it is a treasure comparable to the innate spiritual treasure in our mortal world, but it is nothing in the spiritual world. We just admire it and have no other purpose."
"Brother Fu is right." The black-robed man's sinister voice also sounded at the same time.
The bitter-faced monk heard the words, and his face became more and more sad. He knew that he seemed to have no reason to refuse. After thinking for a while, he said to the black-robed man: "Since the three of you said so, I have no reason to refuse, but I have a condition."
"Master, just say it." Fu Feiran heard the loose words from the monk's mouth and immediately showed great joy.
"The bet between me and Fu Shizhu still counts. If Ku Yin loses, the broken golden lotus leaf in my hand will naturally belong to Fu Shizhu, but the five-colored stone in Fu Shizhu's hand will still belong to me as the price for the imitation of the five-colored heart lotus of the fairy treasure."
After saying that, he looked at the bald man again and said, "Lord Wandu, the dark blood crystal in your hand is indeed precious and rare, but it is still not enough. You need to add a bottle of your Wandu Jin Toad Liquid."
"You old monk, you know how to ask for a lot. Even if it is me, it will take at least three hundred years to collect a bottle of Wandu Jin Toad Liquid, but I agree."
Then Wuxiang looked at the black-robed man again, but he was silent.
After thinking for a moment, the black-robed man stretched out his right hand, revealing a square crystal stone with a green body.
"This is the Netherworld Crystal. I think it's enough, right?"
The monk Wuxiang's eyes lit up, and his previous sad expression was swept away. He squeezed out a smile on his face: "Such a large piece of Netherworld Crystal is naturally enough."
"Okay, since you have got what you want, then Fu also agrees. Regardless of whether this bet is won or lost, this piece of Five Elements Stone belongs to you."
After hearing this, the monk Wuxiang no longer hesitated, took out three jade slips from his arms, and threw them to the three people. The three people took the jade slips, held them in their hands, and began to sink into their minds and carefully browsed them.
The four people are making a deal here.
It was Xiao Lin's turn below. Xiao Lin walked to the front, pointed at the monk Kuyin without thinking, and said: "Xiao will choose Master Kuyin, please show mercy."
Monk Kuyin was slightly stunned when he heard this. He never thought that someone would challenge him in the first round.
Monk Kuyin was born as a Buddhist disciple of the Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong. He was gifted and had cultivated to the Buddha Lotus Bodhisattva Golden Body Realm in just over 500 years. Even Xiao Lin was inferior to him.
Originally, he thought that in the first round, he would just randomly choose someone to challenge.
What he didn't expect was that this young-looking monk named Xiao from the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong actually took the initiative to challenge him, which really surprised him.
The reason why Xiao Lin chose Monk Kuyin in the first round was also after careful consideration. If he didn't challenge Kuyin in the first round, then in the second round, according to the rules, the Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong, which ranked second in the last millennium competition, would have priority to designate candidates. In this way, if Kuyin designated the other three people, then the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong would be doomed to lose one point.
Besides, he had been designated to fight Kuyin and had already agreed, so there was no need to put him behind. If he lost, it would be considered as completing the task, and he didn't have to participate in the subsequent gambling.
If he won, he would directly give the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong a strong enemy.
Xiao Lin's figure flashed slightly, passing through the void and directly appearing in the fighting field.
Ku Yin chanted a Buddhist name, then turned into a golden light, shot into the fighting field, and stood a hundred feet away from Xiao Lin.
"Brother Yu Lin, can Xiao Lin really compete with Ku Yin?"
"In the late Nascent Soul stage, no matter how strong the combat power is, it can't withstand the spiritual attack of the peak Prajna realm Buddhist cultivator. Moreover, the Buddhist sect is good at spiritual cultivation. In this regard, our Xiandao sect is also inferior. I'm afraid it will be difficult for this Junior Brother Xiao to win."
"The great cultivator and us in the late Nascent Soul stage seem to be only one realm apart, but in fact there is a world of difference. I heard that a late cultivator fought against a great cultivator and successfully escaped, but I have never heard of anyone who can defeat a great cultivator with a late realm cultivator."
Yu Lin Zhantian was a little hesitant when he heard this. He was also told by Master Fu to let Xiao Lin fight against Ku Yin. In fact, he did not have much confidence in Xiao Lin. After all, there was a big gap in realm. Even if he wanted to defeat Ku Yin, it would take a lot of effort.
He naturally did not dare to question Fu Feiran's decision, but he did not hold much hope.
Xiao Lin looked at Monk Ku Yin not far away, and his face showed a solemn expression. This pit was dug for him by Fu Feiran, and now he could only step into it without hesitation.
Thinking of this, Xiao Lin waved his sleeves and suddenly released a dense 108 Qingluan Ice Swords. For a while, sword lights were flying around Xiao Lin.
Seeing this scene, Song Qing, Tie Xuanyi, and Tian Ya all showed surprised expressions.
As high-level Nascent Soul cultivators, they saw Xiao Lin sacrifice hundreds of flying swords at once, and naturally understood that Xiao Lin's spiritual power had reached a level that they could not reach.
Generally, a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage can drive fifty or sixty flying swords at the same time, which is basically the limit. The more advanced it is, the greater the spiritual power required. Being able to drive hundreds of flying swords at once shows that Xiao Lin's spiritual power is not inferior to that of ordinary great cultivators.
Even Yu Lin Zhantian showed an expression of admiration, and inexplicably had some confidence in Xiao Lin in his heart.
"Amitabha, the donor has such a strong power of mind."
"Xiao is overestimating his own abilities, please show mercy, Master." Xiao Lin pointed with one hand, and the 108 Qingluan Ice Swords immediately made bursts of phoenix sounds, resounding through the void, and then gathered into a river of swords, shooting towards Monk Ku Yin.
Monk Ku Yin put one hand together in front of his chest and chanted a Buddhist name, and then a large piece of golden light burst out from his body, which directly gathered into a golden body of Buddha, wrapping it inside.
"Clang clang clang~" The ear-piercing sound of collision was endless. The sky-high blue phoenix ice swords attacked the golden body and were immediately repelled. However, after flying for several feet, these blue phoenix ice swords continued to slash at Monk Ku Yin again. In this way, the attacks were endless.
Xiao Lin naturally did not think that he could defeat Monk Ku Yin with the ordinary attack of 108 blue phoenix ice swords, but just exhausted the Buddha power in his body first.
After attacking for a while, Monk Ku Yin was the first to be unable to hold back. With a wave of his sleeves, a huge palm print flew out. When Xiao Lin saw this palm print, his face changed.
He was not unfamiliar with this pair of palm prints. When he broke into the Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong, he was finally injured by this palm print.
Xiao Lin did not know that this palm print was the Ananda Ye Luo Palm, the sect-stabilizing technique of the Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong.