"Master Kongwen?"
Wan Jianyi looked at Master Kong Wen with a cold expression and said, "Master Kong Wen, what do you mean?"
"Amitabha."
Master Kongwen chanted the Buddha's name again and said, "The core of this Holy Weapon Conference is the Holy Weapon. Donor Wan, why should you let them fight to the death for some famous weapons?"
Wan Jianyi smiled coldly and said, "Then according to Master Kongwen's opinion, should this manor owner cancel the first three competitions and directly start the final Saint Weapon Competition?"
"Old monk, please don't talk nonsense here."
After hearing the conversation between Wan Jianyi and Master Kong Wen, some warriors who were still watching could not help but speak out.
"That's right, Master Wan has been so kind as to offer spiritual and divine weapons to enhance this Holy Soldiers Conference. Old monk, please don't be ungrateful."
"Everyone, I'm ready to take action. If Wanzhuang's leader is really persuaded by this old monk, then my trip will be in vain."
"I'm also ready to take action, please show some mercy."
"There's no need to show mercy. Everyone should rely on their own abilities. Just don't play any shady tricks."
Suddenly, more warriors rushed onto the stage.
"Amitabha."
Watching the warriors rushing towards the circular platform, Master Kongwen silently chanted a Buddhist name in his heart and looked at Wan Jianyi: "Master Wan, God is merciful. I am afraid that Master Wan will be punished by heaven for doing this."
"Divine punishment?"
Wan Jianyi shook his head and smiled, then said, "Master, there's no need to say more. How can a holy weapon be born without being baptized in blood?"
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