At this time, after a competition ended, heated discussions broke out among the crowd.
I didn't expect the younger generation of Dongling Holy Land to be so bad.
"Who said it wasn't? The one who just lost was the young master of the Moon Watching Sect, right? How could he lose without even a single blow from the Buddha?"
Another cultivator held up his phone, adjusting the angle as he said, "I don't care who wins or loses. Today's live broadcast will definitely earn me a lot of spirit stones."
There were many monks around, all holding their phones and concentrating on recording videos.
The monks from Lingxu Holy Land saw many people holding small rectangular boxes and walked forward to ask out of curiosity.
The monk holding the phone said with disdain, "You don't even know this? Nowadays, almost everyone in the East Spirit Holy Land has a phone."
The disciples of Lingxu Holy Land were all extremely curious, staring at the rectangular box in their hands, wanting to find out what was inside.
At this moment, a loud bell rang from the ring.
The disciple who was reading the announcement cleared his throat and shouted, "Young Master Puyang Yu of Jian Pavilion will fight against the Buddhist disciple of Western Wasteland, and they will become one."
When Puyang Yu heard his name, a confident smile instantly appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.
He turned to look at me, his eyes as bright as the twinkling stars in the night sky: "Sister Ling'er, just wait and see how I compete with this monk."
I looked at his eager look, feeling both worried and expectant, and quickly said, "Come on."
Puyang Yu tapped the ground lightly with his toes, his clothes fluttering, and flew up to the center of the ring in an elegant manner.
At the same time, Guiyi, a Buddhist disciple from the Western Wasteland, also walked steadily onto the stage. He was dressed in a simple cassock, with his hands clasped together, chanting the Buddhist name: "Amitabha."
He looked so solemn, as if the noise around him had nothing to do with him.
The two men stopped, bowed to each other, and then stepped back a few steps.
Puyang Yu took a deep breath and quickly made hand gestures. The sword on his back sensed the call of its master.
It made a crisp sound, then soared into the sky and hung in mid-air, the sword flashing with a cold light.
At this time, Puyang Yu pointed his sword, and the sword instantly split into countless sword shadows, stabbing towards Guiyi like a spirit snake coming out of a cave. The sword was so sharp that there was even a faint sound of wind and thunder.
Guiyi, however, had a calm expression and recited scriptures calmly. A soft golden light emanated from his body. The sword shadows that pierced the golden light seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and their speed dropped sharply, making it difficult for them to advance an inch.
Immediately afterwards, Guiyi held the Zen stick in his hand horizontally and pushed it forward fiercely.
A powerful Buddhist force swept towards Puyang Yu like a surging wave.
Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be squeezed and made a "sizzling" sound.
Seeing this, Puyang Yu's eyes focused and his hands quickly changed the magic spells. The blocked sword shadows gathered again and rotated rapidly in front of him, forming a sword curtain, trying to resist the surging Buddha power.
However, the Buddha's power hit the sword curtain, and cracks appeared on the sword curtain. Puyang Yu's face changed slightly, and he knew that he had underestimated the strength of this Buddhist from the Western Wilderness.
But he was a strong-willed person, so how could he admit defeat easily? He shouted loudly, and the spiritual power in his body circulated frantically, strengthening the sword curtain with all his strength, and waiting for an opportunity to find Guiyi's flaws, preparing to launch a more fierce counterattack.
Seeing such a fierce confrontation, I was in the audience and my heart was tightening. My hands clenched unconsciously and my eyes were fixed on the two people on the stage. I was secretly worried about Puyang Yu.
Su Qiyuan on the opposite side looked at me with such a nervous expression, his eyes fixed on Puyang Yu on the ring.
His hands were unconsciously tugging at the corners of his clothes, and he looked so focused as if the whole world was only concerned with the competition on the stage.
Su Qiyuan was even more furious, his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.
What is the relationship between this guy and her?
Su Qiyuan pondered in his heart, the flame of jealousy burning fiercely in his chest, almost burning away his sanity.
"She's so close to him and so worried about this kid. How abominable!"
At this moment, in the ring, Puyang Yu moved. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he keenly caught a flaw in the opponent's defense during the fierce confrontation.
It happened in a flash. Puyang Yu's eyes focused and the magic gestures in his hands changed rapidly. The sword that was originally floating in the air suddenly shone brightly, and the tip of the sword vibrated buzzingly, ready to strike.
He suddenly shouted, and the sword stabbed towards Guiyi's weak spot like a silver lightning.
The sword was extremely sharp, bringing with it a sharp sound of breaking wind, as if it was going to tear the air apart.
Guiyi noticed Puyang Yu's attack and his expression finally changed slightly. A barely perceptible solemnity flashed across his face, which had always been as calm as a mountain.
He quickly turned the Zen staff in his hand, and the golden rings on the staff collided with each other, making a crisp tinkling sound.
As the Zen stick turned, the soft golden light that originally surrounded him suddenly became thicker, and it stretched between him and Puyang Yu's sword.
At the moment when the sword was about to pierce the light curtain, Guiyi raised his head slightly and muttered something. The low chanting of scriptures even made the air around him vibrate.
Then, he suddenly pushed the Zen stick forward, and the golden light curtain seemed to have life, pressing towards Puyang Yu's sword, trying to bounce it back.
However, Puyang Yu had already expected that the monk would respond in this way.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile. He hurriedly mobilized the spiritual power in his body. The spiritual power around him flashed and his momentum suddenly rose.
Then, he quickly formed seals with his hands, and in an instant a sword appeared in his hand. As soon as the sword came out, it flew directly towards Guiyi with an unstoppable momentum.
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