Chapter 95 Zixiao Appears

"Haha... The young people are getting a little angry. Let them play. Wait for the host to come and ask him to solve it."

"The Holy Body is still alive? Chu Tianhao, you have found a treasure in the Holy Land of Light."

"The Buddhist son must have inherited the Dharma of the past Buddhas, right? The golden body and precious appearance are a great blessing. It seems that you, old monk, have cultivated a good seedling."

"..."

The Holy Masters on the high platform were all chatting and laughing, but Holy Master Yaoguang and Holy Master Tianji showed their arms and rolled up their sleeves, shouting: "Zuo Yuanfei, kick his ass! A little bald donkey can still stump you. ?”

"Wei Zhenbin! Why are you using a big stick as a statue? Beat him! Beat him! Beat his bald head hard!"

The two holy masters were so disregarding their image that they "advised" their disciples.

This made the Imageless Holy Lord beside him so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. However, this was the territory of the Holy Land of Light. He wanted to get angry but was afraid of being beaten.

What's more, there is a crazy Holy Lord Tianji.

How are these two people different from the bandit at this time?

Zuo Yuanfei and Fozi in the audience used their spiritual power to fight each other, and a vision exploded into golden lotus flowers in the air.

The battle between the two young prodigies was so terrifying that all the ordinary disciples stared at this scene with wide eyes.

"Amitabha! Although this is your territory of the Holy Land of Light, Donor Zuo, you can't blame me for being so rude!"

After saying that, the golden light on the Buddha's body became stronger, and the Sanskrit sounds in his mouth became faster and faster. Looking from a distance, the entire martial arts training ground was shrouded in the Buddha's light, and the Buddha's vision in the sky became larger and larger.

The Buddha seemed to have a supernatural power. He held the secrets in his hands and showed a compassionate expression.

Immediately afterwards, with a rumbling sound, the huge Buddha image struck Zuo Yuanfei down with a palm.

"Bald donkey, you are rude to my junior uncle, you deserve to die! Today, I will kill the Buddha!!!"

Zuo Yuanfei was not afraid at all when facing the covered Buddha's palm. The muscles on his body bulged layer by layer, and the golden blood that belonged to the Holy Body surrounded his whole body.

The terrifying divine power surges, like an immortal furnace burning the heavens.

The golden fist slammed towards the big handprint in the air. The moment the fist hit, sonic booms could be heard, the sea of ​​bitterness in the sky boiled, and the golden lotus came into the world.

boom! ! !

Finally, the fist and the Buddha's palm collided.

Click, click, click...

The huge Buddha's palm shattered the moment it came into contact with Zuo Yuanfei's fist.

This scene made the surrounding geniuses all look heavy.

"This Zuo Yuanfei's body is so strong? Is he some ancient ferocious beast?"

"The power of the Holy Body is indeed amazing. I wonder if it can catch my sword!"

"The Buddha in the Formless Holy Land is said to be the reincarnation of the ancient Buddha. It seems that he can't take advantage of the Holy Body."

"The reincarnation of the ancient Buddha? You are the only one who believes this."

"..."

boom!

The big explosion was still going on. Zuo Yuanfei's eyes widened, golden flames burned in his pupils, and he pressed his fist against the Buddha's palm without feeling any difficulty.

"drink!!!"

With a roar, the huge Buddha's palm was directly shattered by the golden fist.

"Um?!"

Buddha, who clasped his hands together, was also surprised. He knew that the holy body was very strong, but he did not expect that he could shake his ancient Buddha's palm with the power of his body alone.

Then what happens next...

Bang! ! !

Just when Fozi was about to attack with all his strength, he suddenly felt a shock in the back of his head, followed by pain and fainting throughout his body.

He turned his head inexplicably and saw Wei Zhenbin with smoky makeup holding a big stick and looking at him with a smile on his face.

"You...Wei Zhenbin, what are you doing?"

"ah?"

Wei Zhenbin glanced at Buddha in surprise and murmured: "Did you use too little strength?"

Immediately afterwards, the veins on his hands popped out, black spiritual power surrounded the big stick, and he suddenly hit the bald head in front of him.

I don’t know if Fozi was confident in his golden body, or if he was blinded just now and didn’t react. He actually let the big stick in Wei Zhenbin’s hand hit his bald head.

clang! ! !

This time the sound filled the sky.

"What a magic weapon!"

Wei Zhenbin glanced in admiration at the big stick made of unknown material in his hand.

On the other hand, Buddha's golden body was crumbling, and his white bald head was red, and blood had even begun to ooze out.

"Wei...Wei Zhenbin!"

Buddha gritted his teeth and looked at the Holy Son of Heaven in front of him, furious.

"I'm sorry, you won't be angry, right? I just want to try to see if your head is good. Now it seems... um! It's indeed pretty good! Come on, let me try again!"

After saying that, Wei Zhenbin held the stick in both hands and planned to knock Fozi on the head again.

"How dare you, Shuzi!!!"

The Holy Lord Wuxiang on the stage couldn’t sit still!

His disciples of Buddhism were humiliated in this way. It was obviously an open and fair competition with the Holy Body, but Wei Zhenbin did it behind his back!

He is simply not a son of man!

The aura of the Saint Realm caused the heaven and earth to eclipse. The Wuxiang Holy Lord was obviously planning to take action, but he forgot that there was Jun Mo Yan next to him who had been staring at him.

"Lao Den'er dares!!!"

Jun Moyan saw the Wuxiang Holy Master taking action against his own Holy Son, and how could he bear it? The fly whisk in his hand threw out a burst of black energy, which directly enveloped the Wuxiang Holy Master.

"you……"

Holy Lord Wuxiang had always focused on his own Buddha, but as a result, he was attacked by Jun Moyan and hit him on the head with a whisk.

Ding!

Black gas splashed out in all directions, Jun Moyan smiled and said: "Hahahaha, worthy of being a master and disciple, both have a good start! My disciple is knocking down below, so I'll knock up there!"

"Jun Moyan, I must fight you to the death today!"

The anger of the Wuxiang Saint Lord was also aroused.

Good guy, I ignore you, do you really think I'm afraid of you!

It's useless for anyone to come today, this fight must be fought!

Seeing that the two Saint Lords were about to fight, the Saint Lords on the side hurriedly came up to stop the fight.

"Alright, alright! These are all matters for the younger generation. Let the host decide when he arrives."

"You are already hundreds of years old. It is not okay for the younger generation to laugh at you here!"

"Yes, yes, yes, calm down. Why are you so angry?"

"..."

The two were stopped directly. The former roared: "Chu Tianhao, if you want to stop the fight, then stop it. What do you mean by taking the opportunity to kick me?!"

"Ah?"

The Yaoguang Saint pretended to be innocent: "I didn't notice it. It may be accidental. Why are you so stingy? Just kick me! You won't die."

"You, you, you..."

Swish...

Just when the people on the stage were fighting lively, a stream of light passed by.

Zixiao arrived.

He was dressed in a black robe, with golden cloud patterns flowing at the corners, and purple and silver hair fluttering in the wind.

His handsome face was accompanied by a smile that made people feel like spring breeze.

Standing in the air, he was like a banished immortal.

And the moment Zixiao appeared, countless eyes were cast towards him.

There was curiosity, anger, murderous intent, and admiration...