It was also explained that Master Li was a person with profound Buddhism and quickly returned to peace and said: "You are polite to Taoist Master Fu Fei. The little friend Qinglian was able to win completely because of her own ability. In the end, the martial arts she used was indeed very exquisite, much more sophisticated than the Thousand-Handed Tathagata Skill in our Dazhe Temple. It would be unfair to lose by Kongxin!"

Just as Taoist Master Fuxu was talking to Master Mingli, Kong Xin asked Murong Ningyue: "Master Qinglian, I wonder what martial arts you were using just now? I didn't seem to have seen anyone from your sect use them before!"

After seeing Kong Xin losing, Murong Ningyue was still calm and did not get angry. She suddenly felt a little fond of Kong Xin. Naturally, she also smiled at Kong Xin's question and replied: "The martial arts I just used were taught by a master in our Wudao Sect, but he had never mentioned the name of this martial arts, so I don't know."

Upon hearing this, Kong Xin nodded and said, "So that's it. The little monk has received the teachings! I hope we will have a chance to see each other again in one month!"

After Kong Xin finished speaking, he turned around and left. Murong Ningyue was confused at this time. What does Kong Xin mean when he said that there is a chance to see each other again in one month? Will the people from Dazhe Temple still come in a month?

But Taoist Master Fu Fei clearly stated that this exchange only took once a year, and Murong Ningyue couldn't figure it out for a while, but Murong Ningyue didn't have time to figure out this problem anymore, because Murong Yue and other disciples of Wudao Sect had already rushed towards her.

"Sister Three, you are so awesome! The tricks you used just now are so amazing. Can you teach me too?"

"Uncle Qinglian, this time, thanks to you fighting for our Wudao Sect, otherwise we will lose to them Dazhe Temple again!"

Murong Ningyue was crowded in the middle at this time, and listening to everyone's praise, Murong Ningyue waved her hands repeatedly and said, "Don't say that, I'm just a lucky chance!"

When Taoist Master Fuxu saw Murong Ningyue say this, he nodded and smiled: "It seems that Qinglian is in a good mood because she is not surprised by the praise and disgrace.

Master Mingli, who was standing beside him, also smiled and said, "Master Fuxiao is right. By the way, the old monk has something here that I want to ask Master Fuxiao!"

Seeing Master Mingli suddenly being so polite, Master Fufei hurriedly smiled and said, "Why should Master Mingli be so polite? Even if there is anything, we have been in friendship with you Dazhe Temple for many years, so don't be so disgusted!"

Master Mingli laughed and said, "Haha! Since that's the case, the old monk said it straight. When the nobles visit our Dazhe Temple in a month, please take that Qinglian friend with you!"

When Taoist Master Fuxue heard this, he laughed and said, "Haha! Master Mingli, is this what you want to say? Even if you don't say it, I will take Qinglian with you. Don't worry!"

Hearing Master Fujio's explanation, Master Li felt relieved. After everyone exchanged greetings, the people from Dazhe Temple also left.

The competition has ended and the winner has been decided. This exchange has been completely over. Taoist Master Fu Xiu personally sent Dazhe Temple to the foot of the mountain. Murong Ningyue, as the great hero of the victory, also followed Taoist Master Fu Xiu.

"The Taoist Master Fuhuang doesn't need to send him off anymore. The old monk Qinglian is waiting for your arrival in Dazhe Temple!"
Chapter completed!