She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

While Fan Yan and Sikong Xiong were discussing, the games on various arenas were still going on.

However, after the match between Song Chufeng and Jiang Miao ended, the first day's match once again returned to the boring look it had in the morning.

This once again made the audience feel uninterested, but soon they thought about it. The more boring today's game is, the more exciting tomorrow's game will be.

As a result, a large number of spectators focused on tomorrow's competition, and some even chose to leave on the spot.

The first day of the Jiangnan Martial Arts League leader selection meeting was spent in boredom.

At dusk, after leaving Pingdingshan, Chen Pingan and others returned to the hotel again, and after a brief conversation, they returned to their rooms.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning.

Chen Pingan, Song Chufeng, Huo Guang and others went to Pingding Mountain.

As for Jiang Miao, he has successfully entered the next round and there is no need to go to Pingdingshan anymore.

As for why Song Chufeng wanted to go, it was because she wanted to see the strength of her next opponent.

In this way, after the group arrived at Pingding Mountain, they separated again.

Time keeps passing by, and the whole morning goes by in a blink of an eye.

In the afternoon, Chen Pingan, who was sitting with Tang Rui watching the game, suddenly heard a shout.

"Chen Pingan and Miao Tong are on stage."

"Finally it's my turn."

After hearing the referee's call, Chen Ping'an stood up with expectation while moving his body. He had waited too long.

"Brother Chen, be careful, this Miao Tong is not simple."

Just when Chen Pingan was about to leave here, Tang Rui on the side warned Chen Pingan with a very serious face.

"Don't worry, no matter who my opponent is, I will never lose."

Chen Ping'an smiled slightly at Tang Rui, and then strode away.

As Chen Ping'an and the Miao boy stepped onto the ring together, the contestants and spectators watching below showed anticipation.

Needless to say, Chen Ping'an didn't need to say much. More than [-]% of the people in Jiangnan knew that he won the previous martial arts competition in Nanshan Temple.

And because he was favored by Song Chufeng, the men in Jiangnan not only knew about him, but were also very unhappy with him.

A kind of unhappiness that one's own cabbage was eaten by a wild boar.

Although the opponent Chen Pingan encountered this time was not as famous as Chen Pingan, no one dared to question his strength.

It's just that this person is a lay disciple of the abbot of another of the two Zen temples in the south of the Yangtze River.

The so-called lay disciples can practice in temples without being ordained.

Moreover, being able to be accepted as a lay disciple by the abbot is enough to prove this person's talent and character.

Therefore, although this Miao Tong is usually very low-key and rarely fights with others, no one among the younger generation in Jiangnan dares to look down upon him.

There are even a large number of people in Jiangnan who believe that this Miao Tong will be the most powerful challenger to No. 1 Jiang Mi.

"Who do you think will win in this competition, Chen Ping'an or Miao Tong?"

"Of course it's Miao Tong. Don't forget that Miao Tong has entered the master realm not long ago."

"That's not necessarily true. This Chen Pingan cannot be underestimated."

"Don't think too highly of Chen Pingan, Miao Tong's talent may not be worse than his."

"You are talking nonsense, you will know after reading this."

In the spectator seats, both contestants and spectators could not help but start talking at this moment, but among these people, more people thought that Miao Tong would win.

"The competition begins!"

At this moment, the referee's voice sounded again.

And as the competition began, everyone below them all shut up and stared at Chen Ping'an and Miao Tong on the stage with concentration.

"Donor Chen, please admit defeat. You can't be my opponent."

On the ring, Miao Tong looked at Chen Pingan with an indifferent expression.

"We haven't fought yet, how do you know I'm not your opponent?"

Chen Ping'an smiled calmly and asked unhurriedly.

"Because I have now entered the realm of a master."

Miao Tong gave the answer without hesitation.

"Master realm?"

"Who told you I wasn't?"

Chen Ping'an only thought it was funny, it was just the master level, which he had achieved a few months ago.

"Even so, you still can't defeat me in this competition."

"Because people who enter the realm of masters need a long time to stabilize their realm."

"Because I have practiced Buddhism since I was a child, my six roots are pure and my mind is clear, so there is no need to be stable."

"But you are different. Even if you have entered the realm of a master in the near future, it is impossible to consolidate your realm. Therefore, I am doing it for your sake by persuading you to admit defeat."

When speaking, Miao Tou's face remained expressionless, and even his tone was filled with indifference.

And all this, in Chen Pingan's eyes, was naked pride and contempt for him.

"You are so noble and look down on all living beings, which is not a good thing for your understanding of Buddhism."

Although he and Miao Tong had only met once and had only this conversation, Chen Pingan could still see that the genius in front of him always looked at everyone with a superior attitude.

If this Miao Tong was not a Buddhist, but an ordinary martial artist, even if Chen Pingan was dissatisfied with this, it would not be a big deal.

Unfortunately, Miao Tong was a lay disciple of Buddhism. Although he was a lay disciple, he was still a Buddhist disciple. All he learned were Buddhist skills and principles.