Create A Cultivation Technique At The Beginning

"You must not forget that Buddha's cultivation has reached the Late Stage of Electric Power, and he has integrated three powers. How could such a person fail so easily?" Jin Guang's face was still very calm.

"But, he was also present during Zhuoyuan's competition, and the competition had just begun. I haven't seen him leave the yard all day today!" Quan Zhi had a look of disbelief on his face.

"This is what the deacon sent just now. Look what it is!" Jin Guang pointed to a post on the table.

After reading it, Quan Zhi pondered for a long time before saying, "Buddha's luck is a bit too good, isn't it?"

After Lingzhi took over, he was dumbfounded. Fozi actually had a bye in both rounds. There were still three rounds of competition behind the ring. It was impossible for Fozi to be lucky enough to survive the next three rounds, so he could still enter the top ten this time.

It has to be said that Lingzhi's goal is not high, that's just because in the past hundred years, there has been no disciple in his lineage who can survive the last three rounds. "Basically, he was eliminated in the first two rounds."

In the previous term, Zhuo Yuan severely damaged the reputation of his lineage. At least tens of thousands of disciples changed their sects directly after the competition. Otherwise, the Golden Arhat would not have followed the two of them out this time.

"Tomorrow, gather all the disciples to cheer for Buddha!" ​​Jin Guang said solemnly to the two of them.

Quan Zhi nodded: "Don't worry, Golden Light Arhat, tomorrow all disciples, including Zhuo Yuan, will come to the edge of the ring on time to cheer for Buddha."

Jin Guang nodded and motioned for the two of them to retreat.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, which was the third day of the Buddhist Gate competition, all the disciples of Jinguang's lineage gathered early in the morning and followed Lingzhi to the arena.

Jin Guang and Quan Zhi still have to discuss with the senior leaders of other factions about the division of forces after this competition. You must know that in every competition, some small factions will be directly eliminated.

The final result is that the power of the Kubodhi lineage is growing. There are nearly a hundred Bodhisattvas in the entire Buddhist Gate, and the Kubodhi lineage accounts for more than half. There is only one Jinguang lineage, and he has not come out in seclusion for hundreds of years.

The division of power is also very simple. It mainly depends on the results of the Buddhist Gate competition. Although these people are only in the electric period, they represent the future of Buddhist Gate. In the written examination every year in the past, Kubodhi has undoubtedly had the upper hand.

The only fights these factions see are based on their own merits. You must know that fighting is not allowed inside the Buddhist Gate. If someone breaks this rule, they will probably be attacked by a group.

Even Kubodhi can't do it. If Kubodhi breaks this rule, the people's hearts in this lineage will be scattered. If the people's hearts are scattered, the team will not be able to lead, and this lineage will end up like the others.

Jin Guang confidently walked into the Great Thunderclap Monastery on the top of the mountain. Arhats or Buddhist monks led by their respective forces were waiting there. When he saw Jin Guang coming in, several familiar masters nodded and did not do much. comminicate.

We had a good relationship in the past, but I didn't expect that my disciples would be fighting each other later.

The surrounding arena was already crowded with people, and more than half of them had been eliminated in the past two days. Naturally, there were more people around to watch the battle.

There were quite a few people standing beside Jiang Chen's arena, and they were faintly divided into several formations. The little monk held a few bamboo pieces in his hands, still familiar with his movements. Jiang Chen took out the bamboo pieces and handed the picture of ten faces with black lines to the little monk. Monk.

The young monk also had something weird on his face. If he hadn't drawn the lots himself, even he would have said that Jiang Chen cheated. He got a bye three times in a row. What kind of luck does this have to do?

Seeing that Jiang Chen had a bye, everyone who followed was very happy. This meant that their lineage would no longer be at the bottom this time. You must know that so far, seven or eight small forces have been completely wiped out.

"No. 1"!" As soon as the young monk finished speaking, the two of them stepped onto the ring at the same time.

One person held a long sword in his hand and looked solemn. On the other side was a dark-faced man, holding his fists and walking toward the person opposite.

Someone below was whispering: "Isn't this a fool? He went up there with bare hands!"

Before he finished speaking, the black-faced man punched out, and the explosive force of the punch knocked the swordsman off the ring, and the surroundings were silent for an instant.

Off the stage, there was a wave of monks wearing khaki robes looking at the people on the stage with a smile. It seemed that this person was their companion.

The black-faced man didn't say much. He jumped off the ring and walked towards those people. He didn't pay too much attention to the next game. The few people stood on the sidelines waiting for the next competition.

In the Great Thunderclap Monastery lobby, an eminent monk wearing khaki robes looked happy and looked at the person diagonally across from him. The person had a gloomy face. He raised his hand and a light yellow stone flew directly towards the person.

Both Jin Guang knew each other, the one in khaki robes was Noga, and the person opposite was Zhen Wentian. They were only casual acquaintances, but they had bet ten topaz stones on this competition.

This is a good thing for refining weapons, a piece of spiritual stone worth millions.

The competition in the arena is in progress, and the gambling in the Great Thunderclap Monastery has not stopped. No one can control the gambling of the power of merit. These old monks are just gambling on other things here.

Jiang Chen's two games ended quickly, and the drawing of lots began again. The young monk looked at Jiang Chen who came up with some vigilance: ".||You wait first, let them draw first!

Jiang Chen took a step back helplessly. A middle-aged man from the Great Thunderclap Monastery pointed at Jin Guang and said, "Old Jin Guang, is this disciple of yours cheating? He has already missed four rounds!"

Jin Guang did not answer. Instead, he waved his hand and shot out an Innate Spiritual Energy and looked at the man: "Ulantuo, an Innate Spiritual Energy, I bet he can survive this round of gambling!"

Wulantuo looked at Jin Guang: "You are too stingy. Not to mention just one, I will bet you all ten, plus the merits of ten cities and counties for one year!"

Jin Guang said softly: "Okay!"

Everyone around Zhou (Wang) was shocked. Although there were some conflicts between the two, there was no need to bet so big right from the beginning. You must know that the power of merit, even a small loss, will make people lose their money. The whole strength is strained.

Everyone around them just thought about it, knowing that this is the tradition of Buddhist Gate, so naturally no one would say anything to stop it.

Because of Wu Lantuo and Jin Guang's actions, the old monks in the Great Thunderclap Monastery all looked at Jiang Chen's side of the arena attentively.

The young monk squeezed the bamboo pieces in his hands very hard, and carved the confinement formation on the bamboo pieces. Now let alone Jiang Chen, even he didn't know what was carved on those bamboo pieces.

After everyone had finished drawing, the young monk looked at Jiang Chen and smiled: "I don't believe you can draw a blank this time!"

Jiang Chen looked at the confinement formation above, and untied the formation according to the instructions of the young monk. Looking at the empty bamboo pieces, Jiang Chen's association was a little weird. .