Chapter 281 of the Bald Jianghu Main Text Volume, Xiaobi Wang Yu in the temple followed Jiekong back to the Vajra Temple. All the junior disciples of the temple have gathered in the Arhat Hall.

It is very big, enough to accommodate hundreds of people. There are not many disciples of the Zhen generation, and the earliest ones are only seventy or eighty.

There are even fewer disciples of the Less generation. As a Buddhist temple, Vajra Temple is sent to travel around the world every three years, either to kill demons or to travel to Tianyuan.

So now there are disciples of the name generation in the temple, and even half of the name generation in the Zhen have not arrived yet.

As for the monks of the Jie generation above, except for a few heads, they either go to build their own temples or live in seclusion and concentrate on studying Buddhism, hoping to achieve success in this life.

So at this time, everyone can be accommodated in the Luohan Hall.

"We have only a few people here, so why are you busy with the martial arts conference?" Wang Yu asked Jie Kong next to him.

His mind was not at all on Xiaobi. At this time, the ones who fought were all disciples of the Zhen generation, and there was nothing good at it.

"When the time comes, someone will come to help, such as Landa Temple, Shaolin Temple, Zhulin Zen Temple and other famous places and ancient temples." Jiekong looked at the two disciples who were competing and replied with a smile.

"Oh? Since those big temples will also send people, why not just hold them in them, and they still have to be here."

Wang Yu said in confusion: "Isn't this a waste of farting when taking off his pants?

Jie Kong turned around and laughed and scolded: "Vulgar!"

He then explained: "That's because there are two of the top ten masters here today. Although the temple is not big and there are not many people, they have high seniority and strong strength."

"Top Ten Masters? Which Two?"

Wang Yu was interested. It was the first time he heard it after he had been here for more than half a year.

"One is me, the other is the abbot."

Jie Kong's smile on his face remained unabashed, and he became more proud. "I ranked two higher than the abbot. He is the eighth place, and I am the sixth place."

"sharp!"

Wang Yu gave a thumbs up, and he understood why the small Vajra Temple was qualified to hold a martial arts conference.

At this time, the competition in the field had ended. The winning side was a burly disciple with yellow and black skin on his body. It was obvious that he had already practiced skin refining to a certain level.

"The winner is so stupid!"

The eldest disciple of Luohan Hall, Leyun, stood in front of his chest with one hand, said with full energy, "If there is no challenger within the five breaths, he will be considered to be promoted."

This kind of small competition adopts the arena system. Anyone who wins ten consecutive games can get a place in the martial arts conference, brings glory to the temple, and gets rewards.

Zhenyu has won nine games in a row, and as long as he defeats another opponent, he can be qualified.

As the host of Vajra Temple, there are three more places than other sects, that is, six. Now the fifth place has been selected, so Zhenyu is the last one. There are no competitions yet. In addition to Wang Yu, there are eight people.

These eight are relatively weak and are those who do miscellaneous work in the temple, so they will definitely not be able to beat.

Even if Zhenyu is already breathing, these people cannot be opponents.

So he set his sight on Wang Yu. As a disciple appointed in the Precepts Hall, he didn't fight with others at all, so except for a few disciples of the generation, this person did not know how strong Wang Yu was.

"Go quickly, okay, I have something to do before the martial arts conference comes."

Jie Kong smiled and urged him.

Wang Yu nodded, got up and walked into the field.

Yun, who had called out before, called: "Challenger's true nature, the competition begins!"

Zhenyu looked serious and after breathing calmly, he looked at Wang Yu with a cautious look in case he took action directly and recovered his strength.

"Don't be nervous, I won't take advantage of the danger. When you have a rest, we're going to have a good fight."

Wang Yu had no intention of taking action, and stood there calmly.

The other disciples of Zhen generation who were waiting to watch the show all cursed secretly. This guy is so good at pretending, and he will step down if he doesn't win later.

Zhenyu tried hard to calm down his breathing and calm his body completely. He believed Wang Yu's words not because he knew his character, but because of what he said in front of so many elders. If he dared to go back on his word, he would definitely be looked down upon.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhenyu recovered, folded his hands together and said, "Thank you, junior brother, but I will not show mercy."

"bring it on."

Wang Yu said something indifferently.

For current disciples of the Zhen generation, they have not broken through the realm of blood refining, but are just ordinary people. When they fight, they are fighting for strength, speed, and reaction.

Nothing beyond human power.

After Zhenyu finished speaking, he was about to make a decision before moving, but Wang Yu did not show off his posture or something, and still stood there motionless.

This made him feel angry.

Who are you looking down on?

I don’t care about that much now. The Arhat Fist starts and goes up the mountain to the tiger and attacks directly.

When he headed towards Wang Yu's face, a tiger roar came from the air.

I kept observing the Yun here and nodded with satisfaction.

In the temple, his talent is not like junior high school, but his ability to stand out from so many people is due to the words diligence and diary.

At this time, this move was used, and the palm pressing down was hit with an extremely strong spirit, which was enough to show his usual hard work.

After seeing Jie Kong, he nodded. He could see Wang Yu's current state, so he was not worried.

"Aren't you taking action yet?"

Zhenyu roared angrily, and originally only released eight points of force, but now he directly took action with all his strength and cut off his own way out.

He was angered by the careless expression on Wang Yu's face.

"I'll take action and you'll lie down!"

Bang!

Wang Yu said softly and directly poked out his right hand. He was also a tiger who was hiding up the mountain, but he took action faster and had a stronger force.

So he could come first and hit the opponent first before Zhenyu's palm came.

After the muffled sound, Zhenyu was knocked out and hit the pillar of the Luohan Hall.

Fortunately, Wang Yu used the power supply rather than the power supply, so he was not injured.

Leyun sighed and said loudly: "True nature wins! The quota for this martial arts conference is confirmed. In a month, I hope you will win glory for my Vajra Temple and not be famous for our ancestors."

Just as he finished speaking, disciples who were familiar with Zhenyu had already come to support him, including several disciples from the Zhen generation who had received the quota, who also visited him.

In comparison, Wang Yu's popularity is a bit pitiful, only Zhenchang and Zhenru who are in the same room as him.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Zhenxing!"

"I knew that senior brother, you will definitely get a quota. Then let other sects see the power of our Vajra Temple."

The few people said everything they said, and they were all compliments.

Wang Yu waved his hand, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Jiekong had previously said that if he got a place to play, he would give him a surprise.

What exactly is it? Wang Yu is looking forward to it.
Chapter completed!