Maoshan Ghost King

The stick in Yang Zhixiong's hand carried a destructive aura. He jumped up and poured all his spiritual power into the mysterious iron stick in his hand, and a layer of green mist appeared on the stick. When the brilliance comes out, it is absolutely powerful.

This is a nirvana, it is so fast that people can't touch it, and this stick is still hidden in countless shadows.

Seeing this scene, Ge Yu's heart lifted up. However, when the stick hit, the little monk in Dharma Cave of Shaolin Temple still looked calm and terrible, but saw him quickly raise the stick in his hand. , I closed my eyes at this moment.

In the next moment, something stunned everyone happened, but behind the little monk, suddenly a phantom of the Buddha flashed out, the treasure is majestic, magnificent, and at that moment, the little monk appeared A faint golden light came out, and there seemed to be the sound of Buddhist music and Zen singing all around.

This happened suddenly. When the phantom of the Buddha emerged from behind the little monk Zhikong, everyone present was shocked, including Yang Zhixiong who was hitting with a stick on his face. There was also a touch of panic.

However, his stick had fallen, and he couldn't take it back if he wanted to.

There was a loud noise of "Clang!", a violent wind spreading around the two people centered on the two people, and the clothes of the people were hunting and hunting.

"what"

After a horrible grunt, Yang Zhixiong's body was shot and flew out, tracing an arc in the air, and flew directly under the ring.

And the direction where Yang Zhixiong fell was exactly where Wu Jiuyin and the others were sitting.

Real Ziyang waved his hand, and a gust of wind flew out of his sleeves and landed on Yang Zhixiong's back, supporting his body without making him hit the ground in such embarrassment, but Yang Zhixiong landed. After that, the body still staggered for several steps before stopping.

The rule of the ring is that who knows that even if you are beaten under the ring, you lose. Obviously, Yang Zhixiong has been defeated, but his face is still a bit unconvincing, and his eyes are fixed on the wisdom on the ring. Empty little monk.

The little monk Zhikong had already received his magical powers, and with a stick in his hand, he bowed to Yang Zhixiong and said politely: "Amitabha, thank you Yang Shizhu for accepting..."

"Master Zhikong from Dharma Cave of Shaolin Temple wins." Zhenren Ziyang waved his hand.

Although there was a lot of unwillingness in his heart, Yang Zhixiong was helpless, snorted coldly, and left here with his stick.

The fight between the two of them was the longest lasting pair, and the rest of the ring was over long ago.

Ge Yu looked at the little monk Zhikong, and admired in his heart that this person is a very strong opponent, and the power of the Buddha that suddenly appeared behind him is also awe-inspiring. I don’t know if I can meet him. Victory was won because Ge Yu felt that this little monk was completely hidden, and it is estimated that there are more powerful tricks that have been hidden.

This competition is very important. Many people deliberately hide their clumsiness and do not reveal their true abilities, so as not to be known by others and come up with a cracking method. This little monk can actually defeat Yang Zhixiong quickly, but He did not, probably because of this reason.

Since the number Ge Yu drew was No. 18, Ge Yu was about to play in the second round.

Someone over there is already calling the name of the person who is fighting.

Just next to the ring where Ge Yu was standing, about 20 meters away, there was another ring, which was guarded by the head teacher of the Huashan School and the head teacher of the Qingcheng Mountain Yun Muslim.

It was at this ring that the Yun Qingzhen person called out Ge Yu's name, and Ge Yu quickly walked towards the ring.

When I heard that Ge Yu was fighting in this match, everyone seemed very excited. Except for Wu Jiuyin who was sitting under the ring, the rest of the people followed and went to the place where Ge Yu was fighting.

Monk Hua patted Ge Yu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I said that you Maoshan Sect is ruthless enough. You have sent you such a powerful character to fight. Are you afraid that people say that juniors bully juniors?"

"I can't help it. The master teacher insists that I come to participate. If you don't participate, it won't work. I am a student of Maoshan, how dare I disobey his meaning." Ge Yu said with a wry smile.

"Haha...work hard, this time the leader is definitely yours. After the fight, drink celebration wine tonight." Bai Zhan said with a smile from the side.

"The young masters who came this time are quite strong, and I'm not sure. The little master in the Dharma Cave of Shaolin Temple just now is a very powerful character." Ge Yu said modestly.

"We all believe in you, if we win, we will cheer you up." Yue Qiang also said on the sidelines.

As he was talking, Ge Yu's name had already been called twice, Ge Yu waved at the crowd, and walked straight towards the ring.

On the ring, there was already someone waiting. It was a big man with a beard, holding two copper hammers in his hand, a pair of tiger eyes, piercing, and looking straight towards Ge Yu.

As soon as Ge Yu stepped onto the ring, someone below shouted to start the competition.

Time is urgent. There will be 100 competitions a day, and we will try to win the top 100 before dark. This side has just taken the stage, and there has been urged to do it.

The world of cultivators is always the one with the strong fist and the winner, no matter how famous you are or what generation you are.

If it's a mule or a horse, you have to pull it out for a walk.

Under the ring, Ge Yu has the most people standing here, because many people have seen all the Nine Sun Flower Li Bai all come together, except for Wu Jiuyin, they feel that the fight here must be very wonderful.

Although Ge Yu's cultivation base was high, not many people knew him.

This time is also the time when Ge Yu became famous.

Standing on both sides, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, the first thing to do is to report the name.

But when he saw the man carrying two bronze hammers, he said with an urn: "Jin Peng in the Northwest Caravan, I have seen this friend, please enlighten me."

Ge Yu also politely replied: "Ge Yu, the disciple of Maoshan Sect Chenyuan's real person, is named Long Yan."

When Ge Yu became famous, the people surrounding the stands suddenly uttered a sigh. Good fellow, this generation is too exaggerated, and he is in the same generation as the head of Maoshan, and he is still so young. How could this be possible? ?

But this is a martial arts competition organized by the Heavenly Dao League, and it is impossible to register numbers randomly. Everyone is talking about it, and they feel a little unbelievable.

Even the two real masters who were sitting in the audience were surprised.