He then said, "This is an eighth-grade spirit sword. You can use it for now, but remember to return it later."

Looking at the longsword before him, Junlin couldn't help but feel moved. What a kind senior brother! He gave away an eighth-grade spirit sword so readily. It would be even better if he didn't need it and had to return it.

However, Junlin still refused Bai Ziye's spirit sword, saying, "No need, I don't lack weapons, and I'm just joining in the fun."

Junlin wasn't lying; he genuinely just wanted to join in the fun, and of course, take the title of the winner.

Seeing that Jun Lin didn't seem to be lying, Bai Ziye nodded, sheathed his sword, and said, "Then be careful. Those martial monks won't hold back when they start fighting."

After Bai Ziye finished speaking, and just as Bai Ziye's name was mentioned earlier, he turned and left to participate in the competition.

Then, in a short while, Junlin's name was called.

Jun Lin grinned; it was finally his turn to perform.

Let's see which lucky guy is so fortunate as to become his opponent!

The arena was a wide open space protected by an eighth-order formation to prevent the aftershocks of the battle from harming those outside.

As Junlin entered the formation, the participants from the Western Buddha Kingdom also entered.

It was a familiar bald head.

Junlin raised an eyebrow; the newcomer looked somewhat familiar.

Thinking back carefully, isn't this the little bald guy whose Dao heart was almost broken by his few words yesterday?

You recovered so quickly?

It seems this little bald guy's mental fortitude isn't as bad as I thought.

Junlin immediately put on a gentle smile, "We meet again, little monk!"