The Taoist art is mysterious and there are thousands of immortal techniques. After going down the mountain, Chen Fei had already seen many incredible immortal techniques. As the pearl in the palm of Penglai Island, Li Tingxi is undoubtedly one of them, and he seems to be able to control the power of the Taoist pattern.

Tingxi broke through the guardian's blockade and finally got onto the ring. At the same time, the bird demon's body also changed. It actually started coughing blood, no, to be precise, it was coughing fire. "Chilarious" probably felt uncomfortable, and the bird demon was spinning in restlessness. When Tingxi, who had already stepped forward, saw this scene, a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes, and temporarily stopped the rescue movement. She stared at the other party without blinking, closely monitoring the other party's dynamics.

The next moment, the bird demon's body expanded outward, again and again, it screamed in pain, and it still chirped, but the sound was even more unpleasant and even more embarrassing than before. After it began to roll in pain, the light like a knife and axe penetrated its body and shot out from its body. In the strong light, the bird demon's body was cut into seven or eight pieces, scattered on the ground in fragments. The man under the protection of the flames held a glass green fire cup that turned into a sword-shaped shape, standing in the deepest part of the light wave.

"I, Li's Tingfang! How could he lose to a mere bird demon!" Tingfang was full of fighting spirit and raised the glass green fire cup in his hand to shout at the sky. The sound spread throughout the arena covering an area of ​​100 acres and reached the ears of everyone present.

"Fang'er, you're fine!" Tingxi stepped forward and hugged her brother. The strange and unpredictable tunnel patterns unfolded. The temperature of the glass green fire cup could not cause any harm to her.

"Sister, what can I do?" Tingfang's eyes rarely showed a hint of warmth. Since it was highly integrated with the Glazed Green Fire Cup, Tingfang's eyes had not seen such a light for a long time.

At this end of the game, although Tingfang relied on his own strength to kill the bird demon, he lost the game because of his sister's accidental intrusion, and his trip to Jinling came to an end. For a child who was only twelve years old, this trip made him grow a lot.

The audience complained endlessly. Tingfang was rarely sensible and did not blame his sister for it. Standing on the verge of life and death, he could feel his sister's worries.

"Let's go, sister, go back to the island." Tingfang dissipated the flames on his body, relaxed his right hand holding the Liuli Qinghuozhan tightly, and returned to his white clothes. Although his body had not grown up, his gaze was clearly visible. "After watching Chen Fei's game tonight, let's go back to the island, sister."

"I'm sorry Tingfang. I could have stayed in Jinling for a while. You wouldn't blame your sister for this?" Tingfang's sudden sensibility made Tingxi uncomfortable.

"I killed the bird demon, and the battle in the arena came to an end. Even if I continue to fight, nothing can arouse my interest. Let's go, sister, go back and practice well. The next time I come to Jiuzhou, what I, Li Tingfang, want to do is to compete with the heroes of the world, and no longer fight with those disgusting monsters."

"Fang'er, you've really grown up."

"Sister, thank you for your hard work during this period of companionship."

"Silly kid, what stupid things are you saying, we are a family."

"Ha ha."

The so-called true love is revealed in times of adversity, and the reconciliation between the two brothers indicates that the turmoil that happened in the Penglai Fairy Island Ri family finally stopped; it also indicates that a rare disaster is about to land in the land of Jiuzhou. Of course, this is all a story.

Back to the topic, after the bird demon died, the saddest thing should be Linghu Xuanzhou sitting in the VIP seat. Looking at his friend's expressionless side face, Murong Baishi really wanted to laugh.

"Hahaha, it turns out that you have misunderstood, hahaha." As a royal relative, Murong Baishi's style of conduct is essentially different from Linghu Xuanzhou. He is usually low-key and introverted, and he leaves any limelight to others. He steadily sits behind the scenes and controls everything and plans everything. After so many years, Murong is firmly in the second place in Jinling, and he is not just relying on his sister's support in the palace.

After a long silence, Linghu Xuanzhou suddenly waved his hand and said, "If you lose, you will lose. Anyway, it's just a test piece, so there's nothing to care about."

"Testing?" Murong Baishi's eyes lit up, and instead became interested, "My brother, it's not your style to slap the swollen face and pretend to be fat."

"Brother Murong, you don't have to provoke me. I am willing to tell these extremely secret things because we are friends and true friends." Linghu Xuanzhou looked serious, "Tell you the truth. The legendary three-headed golden crow has been controlled by our leader. This bird demon was born. It was a test subject to compete on the ring. In the future, the same monsters will appear on the ring continuously."

"Oh? Your Tongtian Sect has begun to breed monsters?" Murong Baishiduan was shocked.

"This thing has been done for a long time, but it has just made a breakthrough recently. Brother, being able to form an alliance with me is the blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes."

“Each one another.”

While the two were joking, the aftermath of the battle between the No. 4 are finally dissipated, and the final battle of the No. 5 is officially beginning. The two sides of the battle are Shen Fei, who defeated the master of Tongtian Sect and the Jing monk of the Buddha Sect, and a high-level monk with eight ring scars on his forehead.

The number of scattered scars is a symbol of status within Buddhism. The monks with eight scattered scars on their foreheads have no more than 100 people in Jiuzhou. It is conceivable how strong the opponents they are going to fight with Shen Fei today.

When the monk walked onto the ring, he was filled with alcohol. Murong Baishi tried hard to move his fat body to lean on the back of the chair. While smoking, he said to his friend beside him: "Brother Linghu, to be honest, where did you find the monk with eight ring scars on his forehead? It was specifically for killing Shen Fei!"

"Brother Murong, you are joking. I can't invite such a great monk. He came to him on his own initiative and wanted to fight Shen Fei." Linghu Xuanzhou coughed twice by the smoke from Bai Shi. The two closest people around him, one of the Tiger Sister and the other of Murong Bai Shi, were spitting out all day, which made him tirelessly.

Murong Baishi was unapologetic, and his belly was raised high, like a small hill. "So, it's just for Monk Jingling to avenge him." Looking closely, his fat and short feet were stepping on a weak beauty, and he used it as a stepping stone for the raised. He didn't say a word, dared not move at all, his pointed chin was sweating, which was adorable.

As the saying goes, good cabbage is rude by pigs. This is true, but these tender cabbages are willing to be ravaged and trampled on, which is reality.

Linghu Xuanzhou was also from the bottom of the class and was somewhat resistant to his mischief of people, but he never wanted to say it out loud. After all, this is the convention of the upper class. Therefore, he looked at Chen Fei who was slowly landing on the ring with bright eyes and responded: "Even the monks of Jing generation have been killed, and in front of all the people in the world, Chen Fei has caused a lot of trouble this time."

"When Buddhism and Taoism compete, you Tongtian Sect benefited from it." Murong Baishi smiled sly.

"The Buddhist temple is dark and no longer adapts to the current environment. It is a matter of time before the Tongtian Sect replaces it."

"Brother, you no longer seem to be shy about the Tongtian Sect."

"Since my brother has already shown up, what else can I hide? I'd just put everything on the surface so that this gamble is more confident."

"Hahahaha, you're right, you're right. It's the best thing that I can think like this."

The battle belonging to Chen Fei finally began. From the moment he defeated Monk Jingling, Chen Fei had expectations in his heart that the storm-like revenge of the Buddha Sect will soon arrive. But he never expected that it would still be a challenge openly. Could it be that Buddhism wanted to tell everyone living on the land of Jiuzhou in a righteous and open manner that the strength of our Buddha Sect is far greater than that of the Dao Sect.

Chen Fei couldn't figure it out, Chen Fei was unwilling to think. When facing the strong, any extra thought was irresponsible to life. For Chen Fei at this moment, what he had to do and what he could do was just to seriously find the other party's flaws and think about how to defeat the strong people in front of him.

The monk breaking the rules, who was drinking with a big belly, was at the end of his sight. The empty door seemed to be wide open, and his whole body was full of flaws. It seemed that this was not the case. It seemed that he was just standing and drinking, but there was no flaw to grab.

Chen Fei, who is good at watching the air, can see that the great monk has a strong aura, so strong that he is as strong as Monk Jingling, or even surpasses him.

"Today will be a tough battle!" Although he was ready, Chen Fei was still full of caution when facing the real strong man. He stood on the side facing east of the ring, his eyes swept through the crowd inch by inch, and he felt relieved until he saw Nalan Ruoxue's concerned face.

Then, the fairy sword three feet and two inches long was slowly pulled out from the sword sheath she carried with her. The right foot was tightly stretched and slowly raised along the left leg. The momentum of the whole body rose. Until the long sword was facing the moon, the upward momentum covered on the body reached its peak.

Chen Fei put out the signature starting style of the Shushan Sword Sect. He wanted to engrave this starting style into the minds of everyone in Jinling. When they saw this starting style, they thought of the majestic Shushan. Chen Fei was a madman, young and frivolous. The madman shone his sword under the moon, his sword was as bright as water, and was full of bloody ring No. 5.

"In today's battle, I can only do my best!" Chen Fei said this, his tiger-leopard-like eyes looked over a distance of more than ten meters and fell on the monk who was drinking. The latter's shaking footsteps were floating, stretching out his thick palm to wipe the wine stains on his mouth, lifting his right arm to look at Chen Fei, and saying, "It's you... it's you who destroyed Jingling's Dharma body twice!"

"He actually knew the truth about the third level of monk Jingling's Dharma body!" Chen Fei's heart was shaking and he sank for a moment, "The special body of monk Jingling's body is indeed not a secret within the Buddha Sect."

"Boy, do you know what kind of mistake you have made?" The monk ignored Chen Fei and stomped his feet and stepped on the ground under his feet. The cracks continued to spread until the audience still did not stop. It seemed that the entire arena was shaking under the power of his stepping. "Do you know what a huge disaster you left for yourself and for Jiuzhou?"

"A big mistake, a disaster?" Chen Fei became confused.

"If you want to kill, kill it, why leave the most annoying Dharma body? A huge disaster is about to come to the world. The miscellaneous family should teach you a lesson to relieve the anger in their hearts." As he said, the monk held the gourd in one hand and leaned forward to pounce on him. Before the move was unfolding, Chen Fei felt the continuous pressure. He didn't care about thinking about the true meaning of his words, and immediately stopped the posture and retreated, but heard the monk say, "By the way, my Dharma name is Puyuan, Puyuan that saves the world, and the Yuan that cannot be broken! Everyone in the world calls me Master Puyuan!"

While speaking, the monk's feet stepped on the ground continuously, and the places where he stepped on him left a foot-deep pit, which showed that the monk's extraordinary practice of horizontal kung fu was seen.

But at this moment, Li Tingxi under the ring, Linghu Xuanzhou, Murong Baishi and others in the VIP seat showed a look of shock at the same time, especially Tingxi. After hearing Master Puyuan's name, his eyebrows raised and he couldn't say anything. It was his younger brother Tingfang who asked: "Sister, what's wrong? Is this monk named Puyuan very powerful?"

His sister Tingxi was pushed by him several times before she recovered and said, "Awesome? Haha, the junior brother of Lingyin Temple, the current master of Lingyin Temple, is a Buddhist monk, recognized as the first monk breaking the precepts and murderer in Jiuzhou. Are you powerful or not?"

Tingfang, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, felt a little chill from his sister's introduction to Pu Yuan, and shrank his neck and said, "How could a person of the same seniority as the host of Lingyin Temple appear in the arena? He even reported his own house. Aren't he afraid of being laughed at?"

But when he saw his sister staring at the ring without turning his eyes, he looked at Pu Yuan on the ring, and shook his head and said, "It is said that Pu Yuan is a perverse person and is unconventional. He is not only a master of Buddhism, but also a famous person who is unwilling to accept the rules and regulations of Buddhism and takes the lead in breaking the precepts. His purpose is unpredictable."

While the two were talking, Monk Puyuan had already reached Chen Fei's approach. He rotated forward with incredible steps. The whole process of rushing forward was like a drunkard who had drunk too much, but at the moment of rising high, he rushed forward and rushed towards Chen Fei with a fierce wind.
Chapter completed!