Monk Shi Nian remained as still as a mountain and did not attack Su Zhao. Instead, he said to Su Zhao: "Fellow Taoist, this young monk is a member of the Buddhist sect. Buddhism teaches that one should neither kill nor be angry. The young monk cannot bear to do anything to his fellow Taoist. Why don't we try something different?"
Method, within one stick of incense, if fellow Taoist can make the young monk leave a distance of one foot in a radius, then I will lose, young monk."
Monk Shi Nian smiled and said: "If fellow Taoist cannot do it, then fellow Taoist loses, how about that?"
Su Zhao thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, but are you really sure, fellow Taoist, that I can't seduce you?"
Monk Shi Nian shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. I just believe in my ability."
"You are very confident, so I also believe in myself. We each have our own methods." Su Zhao said.
"Good!"
Above the auditorium.
Mei Fang saw Su Zhao and Monk Shi Nian standing still, still talking, and asked her sister Mei Xue with some confusion, "What's going on with them? Why don't they fight?"
Mei Xue's face was serious, she shook her head and said: "The cultivation level of Monk Shi Nian in Jialan Temple is better than that of Su Zhao. Su Zhao is at the first soul of Condensing Pill Realm, and the cultivation level of Monk Shi Nian is the cultivation of the second soul of Condensing Pill Realm.
Because this Monk Shi Nian may have felt that he was too weak to bully Su Zhao at a low level with his high level, so he stood still and let Su Zhao attack him!"
"Is this person a fool?" After hearing this, Mei Fang almost laughed. Next to the seat of the demon slayer disciples was the disciple of Jialan Temple. If she hadn't been worried about being disrespectful, Mei Fang would have laughed and laughed at the bald man.
Little monk.
"You are already a strong man in the realm of Ningdan, how can you be a fool? I think you are a little fool. You are kidnapped because you don't move!" Mei Xue nodded Mei Fang's little head.
Mei Fang's face turned red with embarrassment, and she dove into Mei Xuegu's tight arms: "Sister, I'm really annoying. I promised you not to mention this matter again!"
Mei Xue sneered: "Humph."
On the ring, spiritual power appeared in Su Zhao's eyes. He dropped the Xuan Sword in his hand on the ground and clenched his fists to count. The energy of blood and the spiritual power on his body were condensed on his arms.
The fist wind has appeared on Su Zhao's fist, and the huge spiritual power triggered the phenomena of the surrounding heaven and earth. The extremely solemn fist force gathered on Su Zhao's back and closed it, squeezing the surrounding wind to tremble.
"This punch of mine has at least twenty years of power!"
Su Zhao punched him, and the wind tore through the air. Su Zhao's fist exploded with energy, like a tornado, hitting Monk Shi Nian.
Monk Shi Nian's expression remained unchanged, he clasped his hands together and whispered softly: "The golden bell does not move, the King of Ming does not move, the golden body does not move!"
A layer of golden light appeared around Monk Shi Nian's body, and the golden light turned into a huge Buddha statue and condensed on Monk Shi Nian's body.
"It turned out to be a golden image of Buddhism. Who is this Monk Shi Nian?" Some practitioners were shocked and unbelievable when they saw a layer of light golden transparent Buddha phantom appearing around Monk Shi Nian.
In the direction of the Tianyu Demon Sect, a young man who was in the seventh realm of Daoji saw a trace of solemnity in his eyes after seeing the phantom of the golden Buddha Lord on the body of Monk Shi Nian.
"There are actually people in Jialan Temple who can achieve the state of Buddha's manifestation. It seems that we need to pay more attention when competing with Jialan Temple in the Song Dynasty in the future!" This is a young man from the Tianyu Demon Sect who often fights outside.
He often interacts with the Ghadara Sect and the Jialan Temple and knows them very well.
However, no matter how deeply they understand it, they have never known that anyone can achieve the phantom manifestation of Lord Buddha.
"Bang!"
A punch hit the phantom of the Buddha. The phantom of the Buddha had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and was as motionless as a mountain. Su Zhao was like a mortal, unable to move the mountain at all.
Su Zhao took a few steps back, looked at Monk Shi Nian whose expression remained unchanged, and frowned slightly.
"My Buddha is merciful, fellow Taoist, if you are unable to do what you want, you can admit defeat. It is not a humiliation to lose to a monk who is higher than you!" Monk Shi Nian reminded Su Zhao.
From the moment when their momentum collided, Monk Shi Nian could already tell that Su Zhao's cultivation level was slightly lower than his.
At a lower level, if Su Zhao faced an ordinary practitioner, Monk Shi Nian felt that Su Zhao might have a chance of winning, but the person Su Zhao was fighting against was him, and Monk Shi Nian felt that Su Zhao's winning rate was very low!
On the high platform, the deputy sect leader of Diyan Sect watched the fight between Su Zhao and Monk Shi Nian and said with a smile: "It seems that if this guy doesn't show his true power, he won't be able to defeat that little bald man with just one clone."
Taoist Bai Yu also smiled and said: "Until the results are out, Taoist friends, it is better not to draw any conclusions."
The deputy sect leader of Diyan Sect smiled and said: "Oh, is there still a chance of victory? I can't see it anymore. Only immortals can turn the tide of the battle."
After the deputy sect leader of Diyan Sect finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned. He laughed loudly and said: "I am blind, isn't this an immortal god!"
Seeing Su Zhao punching him without even touching Monk Shi Nian's clothes, Xiaoxue nervously grabbed Liu Qingzhu's hand and asked: "Sister Qingzhu, will the young master be defeated?"
Liu Qingzhu shook his head and said: "I don't know if he will lose, but I believe in his ability. He has never been an arrogant person. If he says he will win, he will definitely win. We are here waiting for him quietly.
Just win."
"Yes." Xiaoxue nodded, but she still didn't believe that Su Zhao would win. She just silently encouraged Su Zhao in her heart.
In the position where the Diyan Sect disciple was, Lin Zhu clenched his fists and kept mumbling with his red mouth: "How could we lose? Why didn't that little monk take action? He was like a turtle. It's so abominable.
Already."
The woman next to him smiled and said: "This little monk is not a turtle. The Taoist magic he performs is called the Vajra Indestructible Taoist Technique. After practicing it to a supreme state, he can condense the shadow of the Lord of Buddhism with his will to protect himself.
The body is not harmed by anything. As long as his will is firm, the figure of the Lord of Buddhism will always exist and will become stronger and stronger!"
"Ah!" Lin Zhu opened his mouth, "Then Su Zhao is definitely defeated, I don't believe it! Such a powerful Taoist technique must consume a lot of spiritual power."
Tian Yanxiu, dressed in white, sat solemnly at the bottom of the high platform. Seeing Su Zhao's frustration, the corners of his mouth curved up, with a playful look in his eyes: "I really thought you were invincible among the younger generation. It seems,
There are still people who can resist your offensive!"
Wang Pan looked excited and shouted in his heart: "Beat him, beat him! Haha, you can't even defeat a little bald donkey. I don't think you have any qualifications to inherit the position of the sect leader!"
Su Zhao looked at his fist, and saw that the spiritual energy in it was dissipated, but he did not move Monk Shi Nian at all.
"Come again!"
Su Zhao used his spiritual power again, and the wind of his fist was like a storm, hitting Monk Shi Nian.
The fist roared like a dragon, the phantom of the Buddha's golden body appeared, and punched the golden body.
"Bang!"
Su Zhao retreated two feet, but Monk Shi Nian retreated half a step!
Su Zhao sighed: "It's so hard!"
Monk Shi Nian, however, had a look of incredulity in his eyes. Among the practitioners here, he was the only one who could understand what it meant when Su Zhao punched the phantom of the golden body of the Buddha.
"Could this person have summoned the Patriarch of the Demon Slayer Sect to come and shake the golden shadow of my Lord Buddha?" The ten-year-old monk frowned inwardly.
The phantom of the Buddha's golden body is not an ordinary Taoist technique, but a Taoist technique at the level of Taoist heart. The phantom of the Buddha's golden body at this time is the will of the Lord Buddha. Monk Shi Nian firmly believes that the phantom of the Buddha's golden body is
Ying will not be impressed by Su Zhao.
But Su Zhao moved the phantom of the golden body of Lord Buddha. This can only mean that Su Zhao used a will that can resist the Lord Buddha. But in the world of monasticism, the will that can resist the Lord Buddha is basically
does not exist.
The Lord Buddha's will is the emptiness of this world. If you can hit the emptiness, the other party's understanding of the emptiness will be at least deeper than that of the monk Shi Nian.
On Su Zhao's chest, the "卍" shone with golden light, and a faint golden light appeared in Su Zhao's eyes.
"Punch again!" Su Zhao punched him fiercely.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
After ten punches, Monk Shi Nian's body was already at the edge of one foot.
"The golden light is immortal, the four elements are empty! My Buddha is immortal, and all things are immovable!" The golden Taoist inscriptions on the body of the monk Shi Nian continued to surge, turning into layers of pale golden brilliance, attached to the phantom of the golden body of the Buddha.
Above, the Buddha, who was originally kind and kind-hearted, gradually showed compassion and mercy.
Su Zhao punched out, the light flickered and turned into huge power, falling on Su Zhao's body.
"Bang!"
Su Zhao punched his fists, and his body flew backwards, almost exiting the ring. He barely managed to stand on the edge.
On the high platform, looking at the two people on the edge, many people were no longer noisy, staring at Su Zhao and Monk Shi Nian, a strong man in the realm of condensation. It was not only a confrontation between Taoism, but also the realm of Taoism.
Confrontation is of great help to many people's cultivation.
"Don't lose, don't lose in the first place!" Wang Pan saw that the stick of incense was about to be burned, and he became more and more anxious for Monk Shi Nian. Unknown to him, Wang Pan was a lay disciple of Jialan Temple.
Tian Yanxiu frowned and looked at Su Zhao and Monk Shi Nian: "One day, I will be so powerful, and you will all look up to me!"
Su Zhao looked at the incense transformed by spiritual power and Taoism on the side, and it was almost finished burning.
Monk Shi Nian also took a look at this stick of incense. It will be extinguished within twenty breaths.
"Fellow Taoist, surrender." Monk Shi Nian said.
Su Zhao clenched his fist and struck again, and the aura of killing power burst out from his body.
"Admit defeat, that's impossible. It's you who lost!" Su Zhao punched the phantom of the Buddha's golden body.
Twenty breaths later, Su Zhao's fist remained unchanged, but the phantom of the Buddha's golden body turned into fragments and disappeared.
Monk Shi Nian's face changed drastically, he spit out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground.
Su Zhao turned around and left: "You win."
Monk Shi Nian smiled bitterly: "The young monk won, but he also lost!"