Since the talk has broken down, then... I can only do it!

As a practitioner, you can’t rely on reasoning, so you can only rely on fists. Even the so-called “compassionate” Buddhist people are the same.

So the atmosphere began to suppress.

The leader of the Yashu and the Buddhist son looked at each other, their eyes narrowed slightly, and a slight cold light flashed.

"Since the Master of Buddha said that, I'm afraid I can't be good tonight. Although the Jade Buddha Temple is strong, I, the Siam Supernatural Alliance, cannot give up what should belong to me. What's more, the Golden Nighthawk is still the benefactor I plan to give to my benefactor, and I will get it even if I do anything."

Yashu's voice was very firm.

The young Buddhist son of Jade Buddha Temple also said lightly: "I am the same. However, since we plan to take action, we don't have to fight to death for this matter. It is better to have a fair and open battle to win the Golden Nighthawk."

good!

Yashu immediately agreed and her face calmed down a lot.

In fact, this is also the situation she hoped for. Otherwise, if she really makes a grudge with the Jade Buddha Temple, there will be many troubles in the future. Now if everyone uses this method to solve the problem, it would be great.

She asked, "Then, why not talk about the rules?"

"It's very simple! You will give three people, and we will give three people. We will fight and fight without hurting the other party's life. Just click until it!"

The Buddha told the story in a casual manner.

Yashu looked back and nodded, "Then, I will personally lead Basonglun and Zonglavimon to the battle. Basonglun and Zonglavimon, you two stand up."

Yes! Leader.

Nabasonglun and Zonglavimon walked from the team to her left and right sides and stood still.

On the other hand, the Buddha said to the two middle-aged and thin monks just now: "Azanzhi, Ruoprada, you two should leave the station with me."

Obey your order, Your Highness, Buddhist Son!

The two monks in yellow clad with their hands folded together and stood beside the Buddha's son.

Seeing Yashu's gaze, the Buddha's son glanced at the golden-haired lion under his seat. He smiled and said, "It seems that Yashu's leader is afraid of unfairness? Well, this Buddha's son will come down."

After saying that, he turned over.

The whole person fell lightly to the ground as if he had no gravity. The golden lion slowly retreated like an obedient little pet dog, and retreated to the rest of the monks.

The Buddha's son waved his hand.

call!

A stick of sandalwood flew out of his wide monk's sleeves and inserted it onto the hard ground. Then a slight sound was heard, and the pillar of sandalwood began to burn, with blue smoke rising and the fragrance slight.

The Buddha said in a slightly tender childish voice: "Then, it is limited to the time for this incense stick. When the sandalwood is burned, regardless of whether one side defeats the other side, the person who has a clear advantage will win."

Um?

Yashu was slightly stunned.

You should know that sandalwood is a specialty from Southeast Asia. However, calculating the time scale by "one stick of incense" is a unique custom in China.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "The Buddha's son is not a Siamese? Are you... a Chinese?"

That's right!

The Buddha nodded: "I am indeed a Chinese. But I am indeed a Buddhist son of the Jade Buddha Temple. Does the leader think there is any problem with this?"

nothing……

Yashu shook her head.

However, her benefactor - or the master, is also a Chinese! Therefore, she is somewhat close and respectful to the righteous practitioners of China.

However, the fight still needs to be fought!

Yashu's eyes slightly stern: "Let's do it. Let's decide the outcome and see who the Golden Nighthawk belongs to."

After saying that, she started!

Yashu practiced the ancient witchcraft of Siam. That is, the witchcraft that has been passed down from ancient times in Siam, and its power cannot be underestimated. When the palm of his hand flipped, a black wooden stick appeared out of thin air from nowhere.

Push it hard to the ground.

Bang!

Three balls of black smoke roared out from the wooden stake hitting the ground, attacking the three people including Buddha and others on the opposite side.

Basonglun and Zonglavimon, beside her, also took action at the same time...

Both of them are magicians, and the magic they practice is slightly different from the ancient Siamese witches.

The magician is also a unique branch of witchcraft in Southeast Asia. Through some indigenous spells, we can communicate with some supernatural beings in the void and gain power. To describe it, it feels a bit like the low-end version of Maoshan Divine Calling Technique in a foreign copycat.

So the ground they were standing on was filled with black gas, covering their lower body. It seemed to have turned into two black poisonous scorpions, and a long scorpion tail made of black gas kept spraying poisonous objects like arrows.

snort!

Na Azanzhi snorted coldly and took action at the same time as Ruoprada. He and Siam Supernatural Alliance were originally different from the combination of practitioners from different schools. The Jade Buddha Temple itself is equivalent to a sect in China, and the magic power of all members is naturally the same.

At this moment, they were casting the same spell.

"The Jade Buddha Demon-Destroying Pestle!"

Accompanied by solemn sounds and complex Buddhist handprints, light rose from Azanzhi and Ruoprada's hands at the same time, turning into two Buddhist staffs, and then suddenly merged into one. The size doubled.

It turned out to be a fusion of magic!

It can be seen that these two people must have a very good relationship on weekdays and trust each other very much.

The golden magic phantom was more than two feet long, majestic and powerful, and just swept across the air. The spells of Yashu, Basonglun and Zonglavimon were all shattered.

It made a sound of glass breaking, making a crackling sound. The golden light crushed the black smoke, and at the same time it also spread out fine spots of light...

Yashu's expression was indifferent, without any sorrow or joy. Black fog rose from her feet, and she held her body and flew forward. She swept the black wooden stick in her hand!

Boom!

This real black wooden stick immediately exploded the shadow of the demon-subduing pestle condensed by magic power, and then she fell from the sky along the black wooden stick and pointed directly at the ten-year-old Buddhist son.

"Big Jade Glazed Heavenly Cover!"

Azanzhi and Ruoprada once again used the power of Buddha to open an eggshell-shaped golden glazed cover.

clang!!!

The tip of the black wooden stick was thrust hard on the top of the glass cover, making a sound of metal impact. The light spots flew, and it seemed like a group of fireflies appeared around it.

Yashu held the upper end of the black wooden stick with one hand in his right hand, supported her body, and stood upside down with her head. At the same time, she pushed forward with her left hand, and a black palm shadow as big as a millstone flew out.

With a bang, it hit the glass cover.

Crack crack... There have been cracks in the glass cover.

Basonglun and Zonglavimon in front had rushed forward, clenched their hands into fists - covered with black hair, like thick bear's paws, showing powerful power.
Chapter completed!