The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

When the two of them received applause from the crowd at the same time, they looked at each other with sympathy in their eyes.

Huizhi stretched out her hand to pull Ling Feng up, and whispered into Ling Feng's ear: "What are you pretending to do, brother Taoist? Your Taoist heart has been damaged and you still insist on your own way?"

The gloominess on Ling Feng's face flashed away as he was pulled up by Huizhi, and then he said calmly: "Junior brother, the Dharma is so profound that Ling Feng cannot even match it."

Huizhi looked at Ling Feng with a sincere face in surprise. Could the Qingyun Sect monk in front of him have lost his mind?

I irritated him like this and he didn't even show his composure?

A leftover fruit core was thrown on Hui Zhi's shiny head, interrupting Hui Zhi's surprise.

Suddenly there was an uproar.

If you lose, you lose. As a super sect in one of the Nine Holy Lands, why is the Qingyun Sect so lackluster?

Throwing fruit cores at the winner?

Everyone immediately went west to search, trying to find this scum of the sect.

"Ah, my hand slipped!" Ouyang's voice suddenly sounded.

When everyone looked, Ouyang was sitting lazily on the big rock with Hu Tutu in his arms. Hu Tutu in his arms covered his eyes shyly because so many people were looking at him.

On top of the boulder, the face of a young man in green robes was full of uninhibited debauchery. Although his appearance was not as shocking as the young man standing next to him holding a sword, his bohemian temperament still attracted everyone's attention.

The young man stopped laughing, looked at Huizhi in the field and said calmly: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen slippery hands?"

Huizhi looked at Ouyang, touched his bald head freely and said, "Brother Taoist, you also want to talk about Buddhism with the young monk?"

Ouyang laughed disdainfully and said, "Talk about it."

As soon as the curse words came out, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became cold.

Huizhi tilted her head and looked at Ouyang and asked seriously: "Brother Taoist, do you want to compete with the young monk?"

"Experience each other"

"Brother Dao, please remember that trouble comes from your mouth!" Huizhi looked at Ouyang with cold eyes and said calmly.

"Funima!"

.....

Huizhi didn't know what to say to Ouyang for a while. Ouyang kept saying greetings to his mother over and over again, not giving himself any chance to find any loopholes in the language.

"Is the Qingyun Sect of the Nine Great Holy Lands bullying those who come to participate in your sect's competition like this? They only bark in the distance and don't dare to compete with me?" Huizhi shouted to everyone in the Qingyun Sect of Western Zhou Dynasty. shouted.

This voice made people in the Western Zhou Dynasty feel disgusted with Ouyang.

Yes, they are obviously coming to the Qingyun Sect to watch the ceremony, so insulting the guests like this will really damage the reputation of our Qingyun Sect, especially when there are many people from other sects nearby watching.

Ouyang stood up slowly amid the disdainful looks, looked at Huizhi with a half-smile and said, "I'm a fool!"

boom!

A tall Buddha appeared behind Huizhi. His cultivation in the Nascent Soul Stage immediately shocked everyone present.

The bald head in front of me is no more than eighteen, but it has reached the Nascent Soul stage that others have not reached after hundreds of years of hard work!

This bald man is so scary, does Buddhism really deserve to flourish?

Huizhi looked at Ouyang coldly and said, "Huizhi from Dalingshan Temple wants to ask Taoist brother for advice!"

Ouyang saw Huizhi angrily summoning his eight-foot golden body. He turned to look at Bai Feiyu who pretended not to recognize him and said, "Hey, Xiaobai, look, he's in a hurry!"

Bai Feiyu turned his head and ignored Ouyang. He felt that Ouyang's words just now were too vulgar, and he felt ashamed even standing here.

"Is the Nascent Soul stage very cool?" Ouyang looked at Huizhi, whose face was full of Buddha's light under Zhang Bajin's body, and smiled crookedly.

Leng Qingsong had already drawn his sword and rushed out.

The whole person turned into a sword light, and in the blink of an eye, it hit Huizhi's Zhangba golden body.

There was a metallic roar above Zhangba's golden body.

Huizhi was astonished that the young man in front of him was only at the Dan Formation stage, but he could actually shake his eight-foot-long golden body, which was at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage?

"But pill formation is only pill formation after all, and it can never shake the Nascent Soul stage!" He was surprised, but Huizhi still didn't take it to heart. After all, Ouyang, who was standing on the boulder, did not take action.

The juniors around him are all in the Dan-formation stage, so Ouyang is definitely not just in the Qi-training stage on the surface!

I can't even see through Ouyang's cultivation. I can only see that Ouyang is only in a small period of Qi training!

Huizhi raised his hand alertly and wanted to fly Leng Qingsong away. The Buddha's light on Zhang Bajin's body was so strong that he first sent Leng Qingsong flying away.

Ereng Qingsong, who was thrown away, paused in mid-air, and then the sword in his hand lit up with true energy, and the faint sword intention carried the true energy and flew towards Huizhi again.

This sword with sword intent made even Huizhi feel the danger. This ordinary sword was full of murderous intent!

"There is something wrong with this elixir formation period!" Huizhi was secretly shocked, and the expression on his face was neither happy nor sad. The Zhangba golden body behind him gradually condensed into a Buddha whose face could not be seen clearly.

The Buddha raised the palm of his right hand, and a swastika seal formed in his palm and suppressed it towards Leng Qingsong.

The moment the sharp sword collided with the Buddha's palm, it pierced the Buddha's palm, but after all, it was the Zhangba golden body in the Nascent Soul stage. It only penetrated half an inch, and Leng Qingsong was held tightly by the palm of his hand.

Immediately, thousands of Buddha palms appeared in Leng Qingsong's Western Zhou Dynasty, and instantly slapped Leng Qingsong, who was under control.

"Senior Brother Bai, are you okay?" Xiao Feng asked with some concern. The intelligence in the field was obviously much better than that of Leng Qingsong. If this continues, Leng Qingsong will definitely lose.

Bai Feiyu waved his hand and said calmly: "It's okay, I will take action!"

These plain words were spoken in the most pretentious tone, leaving Xiao Feng with the figure of a peerless master.

Xiao Feng silently wrote down this sentence, which he would use later to show off.

In the field, Leng Qingsong, who was hit by countless Buddha palms, turned into a ball of sword light in an instant.

The fierce murderous aura caused the melon-eaters in the Western Zhou Dynasty to give up a lot of space.

Under the flow of sword intent, countless Buddha palms were shattered by the sword.

When Leng Qingsong retreated to Ouyang.

The long sleeve of Huizhi's right hand was torn into pieces by an invisible sword energy!

The expression on Huizhi's face became even more neither happy nor sad, and she chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha!"

I was careless and didn't dodge.

He took over Leng Qingsong's sword intent that contained Dao charm hidden under the sharp sword energy!

No one could have imagined that the Tao Yun that even the Nascent Soul Stage could not comprehend could be comprehended by a small Formation Pill Stage!

Although he did not show his true strength, he did lose this round.

If Leng Qingsong hadn't stopped his hand, I'm afraid it wouldn't just be his own sleeves that would be shattered.

"Brother Taoist, your swordsmanship is outstanding, I am ashamed of myself!" If you lose, you lose, he said wisely and freely.

Ouyang said with a crooked smile:

"Can you defeat the Nascent Soul stage even when you are in the Dan stage? Are you the one who beat me?"