Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Yancheng has recently seen an influx of many monks, including casual cultivators, monks from large and small sects participating in competitions, and sect disciples who simply come to join in the fun and watch the competition.

This made Yancheng, which was not a big city, extremely crowded. It was not easy to find an open space for the two of them to compete.

In the end, the two could only choose the cliff. The location was special and would not hurt ordinary people, but also allowed them to have a great time competing.

Naturally, there were many disciples from other sects accompanying him.

For example, disciples from major sects such as Wuqing Sect, Fanyin Pavilion, Lingxin Valley, and Taiji Sect all followed to watch the excitement.

Mingxuan, as the Buddhist disciple finally selected by the Tianfo Sect in the past ten years, naturally lives up to his reputation.

There are countless Buddhist dharma in Buddhism. The golden bell is a Buddhist secret technique similar to the shape of a bell. It can prevent all harm. The damage that the golden bell used by different classes can prevent is also different.

Ming Xuan was originally in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. He didn't need extra tricks at all. A golden bell covered him with golden light. He stood still, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed.

Wang Daoxuan attacked ten times in a row, but not only did he not break the golden bell, but after every injury, those attacks seemed to come back to him.

Mingxuan's one move was able to withstand the tens of thousands of moves he had used. Wang Daoxuan saw that after more than ten moves, his right hand holding the sword began to tremble violently.

The white-clothed disciple who spoke for Ming Xuan in front of the Wuqing Sect held a long sword in his hand and turned his head slightly, noticing the slight trembling of Wang Daoxuan's hand.

He said nothing, but anyone with a sharp eye knew that Wang Daoxuan was no match for Ming Xuan.

There were many monks surrounding them, and even the young disciples could tell the difference between high and low.

Who let Mingxuan's advantages have been put on the table.

Mingxuan had a red mole between his eyebrows, and with his name as a Buddha, it instantly made people feel like the Buddha was shining all over him.

Not to mention the golden Buddha light lingering around him at this time, who dares to doubt his strength as a Buddhist disciple.

Even though the five disciples of Tianfo Sect have always been taught that outsiders should look down on fame and fortune, in this situation and atmosphere, they still couldn't help but be happy for Ming Xuan.

After all, Wang Daoxuan was too arrogant before. He questioned the Buddha's strength and insulted the teachings of the Tianfo Sect, which increased the hatred value.

Wang Daoxuan was naturally not willing to end up like this. If this continued, wouldn't he be admitting to others in disguise that he was inferior to Mingxuan?

How could the always proud Wang Daoxuan accept this?

He was unwilling to admit defeat, so even though he could no longer hold the sword, he still resisted and used the strongest move, with obvious killing intent, and his body rotated 720 degrees in the air.

The sharp sword tip was aimed at Ming Xuan's eyebrows, and this move was really cruel.

The most indispensable thing in the world of cultivation is competition, but in the past, even if it was a competition, everyone would just finish it. Like Wang Daoxuan, there were very few people who became angry out of shame and directly took people's lives.

"This young master of Zidian Palace is really ruthless. He will kill people if he fails to compete. Who will dare to compete with him in the future?" Someone couldn't help but whisper in a low voice.

"The reputation of the Young Palace Master of Zidian Palace has always been like this. It would be unlucky for a Buddhist to meet someone as difficult as him."

The disciples of other sects did not dare to speak loudly even when discussing Wang Daoxuan and lowered their voices repeatedly. It was obvious that Wang Daoxuan's impression of being vengeful and petty was firmly engraved in their minds this time.

Huineng's eyes were worried and he hesitated to speak. He wanted to stop, but it could be seen that the people in Zidian Palace had not spoken yet, and he was afraid that Wang Daoxuan would catch him if he opened his mouth, and he would say something like he couldn't afford to lose later.

Huike patted Huineng's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, aren't you confident about Buddha's strength? This King Donor can't hurt a single hair of Buddha's head."

The original intention of these words was to comfort Huineng, but Huike forgot that the disciples of various sects present had keen senses. Even if he lowered his voice, he could still be easily heard by others.

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The emotions of shame, anger and unwillingness were repeatedly intertwined. Under this situation, it was a great humiliation for Huike's words to fall on his ears.

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This reversal was unexpected by everyone present. Even Huike never thought that his words of comfort to Huineng would arouse such hatred from Wang Daoxuan.

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...Wang Daoxuan's approach was completely different from the teachings he had received over the years.

Huike took a step too late to avoid it, but it was already too late. Wang Daoxuan's sword came violently and suddenly. Even if Huike could avoid being stabbed in the chest, he could not avoid being injured in his arm.

"Almsgiver King, you must be merciful and merciful. Pushing people every step of the way will only deepen the hatred." Mingxuan calmly recited two verses of the sutra, and Huike and Huineng were instantly surrounded by golden bells.

Wang Daoxuan's face suddenly turned black, and the sword in his hand was fired and flew directly to the ground. He also stepped back dozens of steps, then knelt down on one knee and spit out blood.

People from Zidian Palace gathered around him, some supported Wang Daoxuan, some took out handkerchiefs to let Wang Daoxuan wipe the blood, and some... persuaded him.

"Young Palace Master, how about... let's forget it?"

"That's right, that Buddha is not easy to mess with."

The disciples of Zidian Palace did not dare to provoke the young palace master Wang Daoxuan, nor did they dare to confront Mingxuan Buddha. They did not dare to easily provoke someone who even the young palace master could not defeat.

Wang Daoxuan was so angry that he said, "Get out of the way, you trash, you can't beat me, so don't block the road here."

"It's so lively! Can I join in the fun?" A man in red appeared on the big tree at some point. He was sitting on the tree, holding an apple in his hand and chewing it.

Everyone was shocked, looking at the young man in red with a little more fear in his eyes. They were all the leaders of the new generation of disciples of each sect, but even so, they never noticed a young man sitting on the tree behind them...

It can be seen that this young man's cultivation must be above them.

"Tsk, if you ask me, if you can't beat this, don't waste your time."

"Who are you, that you dare to talk to me like this?" Wang Daoxuan's face turned green and white when he was told this, and he spoke indiscriminately.

The young man in red stood up and landed on the ground, with an... ordinary face, only the small tear mole under the corner of his eye stood out.

He took a bite of the apple and said, "I'm just a nobody. Seeing the excitement here, I came to join in the fun."