Chapter 1063: You little bastard, you still want to fight me!
The Monks' Conference, as the name suggests, is an internal exchange meeting for monks. Taoist friends from all over the world gather together to learn from each other, exchange ideas on cultivation, and help each other to improve each other's cultivation.
Unfortunately, the cultivators' conference that has been held for nearly a hundred years has turned into a life-and-death battle, and has also become a fig leaf for the disciples of the Yinyue Sect and the Rakshasa Sect to improve their cultivation.
After explaining the rules, the man in the grey Taoist robe on the stage did not leave the stage. He announced the start of the competition and stood on the stage to fight.
Someone has already come on stage to provoke him.
He was a young man wearing a dark blue T-shirt and jeans, probably in his twenties. He didn't look outstanding, just average looking.
As for his cultivation level, it is the eighth level of Qi Refining.
Considering his age, and in this spiritually deficient environment, his current level of cultivation shows that he is still very talented.
The man in gray Taoist robe who was fighting against him was also at the Qi Refining level, but his level was higher, at the ninth level.
There is a class difference between the two people. Don't underestimate this class difference, it is still very dangerous.
The ninth level of Qi Refining is half a step into the foundation-building stage and should not be underestimated.
The two people on the stage were already fighting, and the eyes of the people below were following their fight.
Even Gu Jin was watching with great interest.
To be honest, this was her first time seeing a duel between monks. Each move was ruthless, and each one carried the murderous intent to kill the opponent.
An Mingji's dark eyes never left her. Seeing how serious she was, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
He lowered his head, leaned close to Gu Jin's ear, and whispered, "The man in the gray Taoist robe is a disciple of Luosha Sect. Ah Jin, guess who will win between the two people on the stage?"
His voice was deep and mellow, like a fine wine that had been buried for years, filling the room with fragrance once opened.
Gu Jin clearly didn't drink any alcohol, but his heartbeat started to speed up and he felt drunk.
Something has been wrong with An Mingji since yesterday.
He always deliberately leaned close to her ear to talk and tease her unintentionally.
This is even more true today. If Gu Jin doesn’t understand now, she really is... a lamb to be slaughtered.
Gu Jin slowly raised his hand that was inside his coat and pressed it against his pounding heart.
She raised her eyelids, glanced at An Mingji calmly, and said with a smile: "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"
Seeing that she was no longer as shy as yesterday, and even blushing, An Mingji was slightly stunned.
Glancing at Gu Jin's earlobe which was glowing pink, his delicate and handsome face revealed a gentle smile like the spring breeze.
"Indeed, I guess the Rakshasa disciples will win."
Gu Jin felt somewhat pleased that he had not been tricked by his own son this time.
You little bastard, you still want to fight with me!
However, although her face was calm, she was in a state of confusion deep inside.
Even though she saw through An Mingji always teasing her, she didn't dare to think too deeply about the meaning behind it.
It is undeniable that even though she saw through the other party's tricks, she did not gain much advantage.
An Mingji's behavior was too strange, giving him a bad feeling.
The thin layer of window paper between them is in danger.
"ah!!!"
On the martial arts arena, the situation suddenly changed.
The Rakshasa disciple stabbed the young man's heart with his bare hands and actually went straight through.
You can even see the bloody hand that pierced the other person's back.
In his hand was still holding the beating flesh, which was the beating heart of the young man.
The incident that followed made the color drain away from everyone's faces.
On the fighting stage, the Luosha Sect disciple crushed his opponent's heart, took out his arm, and placed the hand stained with bright red blood on the head of the young man whose eyes were wide open and unwilling to close.
(End of this chapter)
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