Create A Cultivation Technique At The Beginning

The little monk looked at the blank piece of bamboo in Jiang Chen's hand and said softly: "Congratulations, you can advance directly!"

Jiang Chen was a little stunned. He didn't expect that he could be promoted directly. The young monk didn't say much and just looked at everyone: "The competition has begun. No. 1 is on stage. We are all Buddhist Gate disciples. The competition has reached the point where we are not allowed to die." hand!"

Everyone nodded. With such a young senior present, there must be no one who wants to try his skills.

Two people were seen quickly taking the stage. One was a bald middle-aged monk, and the other was a swordsman in blue shirt holding a long sword.

There were also many lay disciples at the Buddhist Gate, and everyone was not surprised. The young monk glanced at the two of them and signaled the competition to begin.

As soon as the two of them came into contact, Jiang Chen noticed that the little monk's lips were moving slightly, and he didn't know what he was saying. Jiang Chen subconsciously moved towards the little monk. Fortunately, the two were not far away, and Jiang Chen was there in just two steps. He walked up to the little monk.

The eyes of the people around were focused on the ring, and no one noticed Jiang Chen's small movements. The written test on the ring began quickly, and the monk fought back and forth with the swordsman with a pair of iron palms.

Jiang Chen just glanced at it and was no longer interested. You must know that Jiang Chen's previous fights were all narrow escapes. Jiang Chen really couldn't be interested in such a fight.

"Cut him down, and chop back with your left palm!" Jiang Chen suddenly heard the young monk mutter, and subconsciously looked towards the stage, and sure enough he saw the sword in the swordsman's hand attacking the monk's bottom. The monk couldn't dodge and struck the swordsman's head with his left palm.

If this was a real attack, it would definitely hurt both sides. The swordsman had no choice but to change his moves and swung his sword upwards. The monk also took advantage of the situation and retracted his left palm.

The young monk's face was solemn and he spoke faster and faster. Jiang Chen stared at the two people on the field with rapt attention, and the moves he used were exactly what the young monk said.

"The winner has been decided!" The young monk let out a sigh of relief after saying this.

Jiang Chen cried out in surprise, knowing that there were more than thirty moves behind the young monk that the two of them had not yet used, yet the young monk could actually tell the outcome.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen's voice was not loud and few people heard it. The two of them followed the young monk's inference and fought in a good manner.

After more than 30 moves, the middle-aged monk was stabbed in the shoulder by the swordsman. The middle-aged monk put his hands together and used the Buddhist Gate lion's roar. The swordsman was a little distracted. The monk slapped the swordsman on the chest and the swordsman flew backwards. .

The little monk nodded with satisfaction and did not look at the two people on the stage at all: "Next is the second floor!"

The strong man holding the No. 2 bamboo piece jumped directly towards the top of the ring with two heavy hammers in his hands, but the little monk reached out and covered his face.

Jiang Chen looked up at the table without knowing why, and then heard a crunching sound, and then the heavy hammer in the man's hand hit his feet directly.

The man's face was as red as a monkey's butt. He bent down and hugged his ankle, wailing in pain. As a result, no one came up for a long time.

People around were talking a lot, and the young monk said in a deep voice: "Who is number two, who is number two, who is number two!"

At the end of the sentence, he even used the Buddhist Gate lion roar, which attracted the attention of the people around him. A strong man in the next ring roared rudely: "Boy, why do you roar again? I will destroy you!"

This man was originally just a mercenary from the Middle Earth, but he was framed by his enemies and shipped goods to the West. Before he arrived, he was influenced by the Buddhist Gate. He actually escaped directly into Buddhism and became a lay disciple.

The little monk shook his head, stretched out his hand and fanned the air gently, and saw the strong man flying straight out like a short-line kite, hitting the top of the black bluestone ring.

The person in charge of the arena was just about to get angry, but he saw the harmless little monk here. The person in charge saluted the little monk: "Junior brother Lei, please show mercy!

The young monk waved his hand indifferently and turned around. The person in charge was not annoyed and restrained the contestants on his side. The young monk had a special status and was not someone he could mess with.

There were several people in the ring next to him who wanted to take action, but when they saw that the people in charge on their side were cowed, each of them had their tails tucked between their legs and dared not speak. The poor, strong man had seven or eight bones in his body broken into pieces. was carried aside.

Every year many people are injured in fighting, and Kubodhi has prepared enough Spirit Medicine and Huadan monks to heal these people.

The man was seriously injured, and several Huadan monks gathered around him: "What's going on? Why is he injured so badly!"

The monk who brought the people pointed to the arena on Jiang Chen's side. Several Huadan monks looked surprised: "How could it be possible? How could Junior Brother Lei be so seriously injured there?"

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The monk said: "It's not Uncle Lei who was beaten by Uncle Electric!"

Then after explaining the cause and effect, several Huadan monks looked at the strong man lying on the ground with solemn expressions, and one of them even said: "Hey, look at this little friend's strange bones, how can he be so seriously injured!"

After speaking, he took out a Spirit Medicine from his pocket and stuffed it into the strong man's mouth, while placing one hand on the strong man's left hand.

The strong man's face turned red, and he stared at the monk. Who would have thought that the monk who was going to treat his injuries would take the opportunity to give him medicine, cover his mouth, and directly use his left arm? crumb.

The important thing is that the people around him are still turning a blind eye. As soon as the monk's hand was taken off, the strong man wanted to speak, but he saw the gloomy eyes of the people around him.

The strong man swallowed his words and looked at the people: "I wonder if Luo has offended some experts before!"

Several people shook their heads slightly: "That's not true, but you have provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked!"

In the end, the strong man didn't know who he had offended. These people did not harm the strong man's name, but they deserved to suffer a lot.

The strong man had a few more fractures on his body, but he remained silent. Several people found it boring and sent someone directly to send the strong man back, wrapped like a rice dumpling.

The young monk on Jiang Chen's side asked a few more questions, but no one answered. The young monk seemed to have discovered something, so he turned around and looked at the man who was still lying on the ground wailing.

Picking up the sign and looking at it, it turned out to be No. 2. The little monk threw the man up directly. The man lay upright on the ring. First his soul was hurt, and then he fell heavily. The man unexpectedly Passed out directly.

The strong man holding his ankles in the ring was startled by the man falling from the sky. He was about to say that he gave up, but found that the man fell straight down!

The strong man was at a loss. Happiness came too suddenly. The strong man stood up tremblingly, limped beside the man, slowly bent down, and grabbed the man.

With anger sinking in his Dantian, he used force on his hands and threw the man directly down the ring. .