I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

The match against Lei Jingxiu ended today. If everything goes well, it will be one match a day, and at most four more matches will be needed.

The brief interlude had no impact on Su Zuo's itinerary. Except for the trap they stepped into proactively, other people who wanted to take action seemed to have received a warning and ultimately stood still.

The competition has progressed to this round to decide the winner. There are only eighteen monks left who are qualified to compete for the leader. The information of each one has been compiled and spread everywhere.

There are many dark horses in this martial arts competition. In the eyes of many monks, the most unexpected one is the martial arts cultivator who recognized the master of the sword monument in the suburbs. It is said that not only did he take away the sword intention in the sword monument as soon as he came, he even just After staying at the scene for a short while, it was as if the sword monument had taken the initiative to recognize its owner.

This is very jealous.

The reason why the sword stele was able to survive for so long was because of the Pingbei royal family's face. No one could unscrupulously destroy the spirituality of the stone stele and take away the sword stele. They could only rely on luck.

This time, someone really got lucky and got the inheritance in the sword tablet. The royal family didn't say anything, but it was normal for other forces to have their thoughts.

Logically speaking, identifying the owner of the sword monument should cause quite a stir. After all, it was an opportunity that everyone had been coveting for a long time. Many people doubted whether Ning Bei would be seen again.

The result appears.

The next day, Su Zuo encountered the most watched match since participating in the martial arts rankings.

She felt quite at ease. After all, there were always a lot of people in the sect, and she would become numb after attending big events a few times. This kind of attention was nothing.

The opponent she had just drawn was luckily not the difficult dark spirit root, but a rare Buddhist cultivator.

The young monk opposite was wearing snow-white robes, and his simple appearance made his face look elegant and refined. He was still young but had excellent skin.

However, his behavior showed some unfamiliarity. He put his palms together and announced his home address, "The young monk comes from Yinguo Temple, and his Buddhist name is Daozhong."

Su Zuo returned the greeting: "Ningbei, Zhongyu."

The range of origins she mentioned was very broad, and it was a manifestation of her unintentional drawing of people's attention to her background.

Most of the people who introduced themselves in this way in the martial arts competition were monks who had failed to gain influence under their tutelage. This situation was not without precedent, but there were only a few monks who could get to this point.

Everyone has speculated a lot about her origins, but so far there is no convincing enough answer.

There is no doubt that she is strong.

There were a lot of people watching the match. After hearing about Daozhong’s origins, some people couldn’t help but say, “The competition for the martial arts rankings this time is fierce. Even Yinguo Temple sent people here.”

"Don't monks need to avoid disputes?"

"Who are the famous monks of Yinguo Temple? Have you never heard of them? They are all violent!"

"Not everyone can listen to the Zen talk, but anyone with long eyes can see how powerful Vajra is. Both ends of Yinguo Temple are strong enough, which is why it has achieved the reputation of 'the first temple'."

"So this is how the First Temple came to be..."

"This little monk must be very strong!"

"Does that need to be said? Every generation of monks sent to the world by Yinguo Temple are quite good at fighting, but this generation doesn't seem to like to take action."

Daozhong's face is delicate and beautiful, especially the halo that diffuses when the spiritual power appears is like the light of Buddha, which makes people feel calm just looking at him.

Su Zuo couldn't help but feel a little solemn when facing this scene. Her soul had been tempered by the soul refining method, but she still couldn't be wary of it, which showed that this person was difficult to deal with.

Just releasing spiritual power can make people let go of their guard. Of course, it is not because of his good looks, but because of the influence of his Buddhist path.

If he could only rely on chanting sutras to influence people, then the threat would be okay, but even Su Zuo knew how overbearing the Buddhism in Yinguo Temple was, and the other party was not a harmless little monk at all.

A ray of sword light cut across the field directly towards Dao Zhong. His robes moved slightly under the strong wind caused by the sword strike. Seeing that he had no reaction, many onlookers were a little nervous.

Su Zui didn't think the knife could hurt him, so he stood there and watched what happened.

At the moment when the sword light arrived, he seemed to take a step to the side. Looking closely, the step was far away, enough for him to avoid the sharp edge of the sword move.

The aftermath of the sword's power fell all over him, and his spiritual power fluctuated, but his face was expressionless.

"It's a bit weird." Su Zuo secretly said to Xiaojian.

Xiaojian's answer was straightforward: "It won't be weird if you defeat him."

Dao Zhong's behavior seems easy, but in fact the most important thing is not the use of spiritual power, but a certain kind of Tao. Once the Dao is involved, the knowledge involved is much deeper than pure spiritual power.

Su Zuo was very impressed by this, "He must be very good at endorsing."

Xiaojian spoke plausibly, "How can you convince people with your reasoning if you don't endorse it? They monks can't just start fighting if they can't talk about Zen."

Su Zuo was very envious: "Besides, they have the advantage of endorsing her. They are not afraid of losing their hair. They look pretty even without hair. They really grow."

Dao Zhong was used to the awe or fear in others' eyes when they looked at him, but he didn't realize that Su Zuo was envious that he wouldn't lose his hair.

Although envious, Su Zuo did not give up testing the opponent's strength.

Compared to martial arts cultivators who resort to violence when they disagree with each other, Daozhong's fighting style can be judged as passive, which makes people doubt that he might just hide away when someone hits him.

Su Zuo assessed his movement trajectory and slashed out with his sword. The light of the sword just happened to be in front of him after Daozhong took a step forward.

A bodhi seed appeared in the monk's hand and flicked towards the light of the sword.

Suddenly, the sound of spiritual explosion spread, and Su Zuo's figure quickly dodged.

The speed of the Bodhi Seed did not slow down after resisting the force of the knife. It hit her previous position and sank into the hard rock ground. The cracks spread faintly and were repaired by the spiritual formation. The Bodhi Seed was embedded in it.

"There is actually a concealed weapon. One hit would be enough to hurt you." Su Zuo was still frightened.

This hidden weapon can't even hold up the stone bricks protected by the formation, let alone the mortal body.

She was on guard, but Dao Zhong did not take out his elusive Bodhi seed again. When the blade struck, he raised his palm and imprinted his palm on the edge of the blade.

boom!

Su Zuo felt a strong attack, and took a few steps back due to the force. The next moment she stared at the opponent and rushed forward again. The intention of the knife in her hand was already completed, and the hurricane-like force of the knife swept towards Daozhong.

It would have been awkward to dodge this sword, but the young monk stood still, his hands clasped together with an invisible power. He remained motionless under the attack of the sword, and his eyes were extremely clear.

"It's a golden body!"

"At such a young age, Daozhong has actually cultivated a Buddha-like golden body. No wonder he dares to face the sword's will directly."

"This young monk from Yinguo Temple seems to be averse to violence. His previous opponents all took the initiative to admit defeat."

"It's impossible not to admit defeat. It's impossible to defeat him. They are both of the same age. How can we break the defense of the Buddha's golden body?"

"I can't tell the outcome of this battle. Ningbei's sword is pressing harder and harder. Daozhong has never faced such an aggressive opponent before."

"No, no, no, he has faced aggressive opponents before, and this is the first one who can be aggressive in front of him for so long."

In the arena, when Dao Zhong took action again, the sharp edge of his sword moves had passed, but the moves in Su Zuo's hands did not stop.

He was fast, and Su Zuo's knife was also extremely fast. The knife net almost covered the afterimage of the opponent's movements.