Fahui Arhat and Pan'an Arhat both laughed. Then, they raised their heads and looked at the figures flying towards the west.
"Are you from the Buddhist community in the Western Regions?"
The head of the Yin Yang Sect fell in front of them, frowned and asked coldly.
"Amitabha, the benefactor has a keen eye. We are members of the Buddhist sect. We heard that the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference was held, so we came all the way to have a look. I hope the benefactor will not mind."
Fahui Arhat said with his hands clasped together.
"This is a grand event for our Central Plains martial arts sect. What does it have to do with your Buddhist sect in the Western Regions? Why do you need to get involved?"
The leader shouted coldly.
The other party's attitude was not kind, but Fahui Arhat didn't mind at all and continued to smile,
"I heard that the Yin Yang Sect is good at giving, compassionate, helpful to the world, and hospitable. I think the donor will not refuse me to come as a guest.
Donors, don't worry, we will never cause you any trouble. We are just watching the battle and will never interfere with the martial arts conference.
In addition, we have brought our own dry food, silver taels, tents and bedding, and the donor only needs to find a hilltop for us to live in. As for food, we will naturally use the silver taels to buy from the Yin Yang Sect, and we will never default. "
The other party spoke very politely and promised not to cause trouble and to solve everything by himself. Even the head of Shangguan could not say anything wrong.
Although the Central Plains has always been hostile to the Western Regions, and the Central Plains martial arts and Western Region Buddhism are not compatible, they are not to the point of killing each other when they meet. They just belong to two camps.
Even the decent sect and the demonic sect are not ready to kill each other when they meet, not to mention that the other party is the Buddhist sect of the Western Region, which is extremely powerful.
With the strength of Buddhism, even if the entire Central Plains martial arts community were combined, they would still have to weigh it to see if they could take action.
The leader pondered for a moment after hearing the words, nodded and said,
"It doesn't matter, you are just a guest, but we really don't have any extra rooms for you to live in. There are too many of you. Since you have brought your own tents, you can live on the gentle slope to the north.
If you are short of bedding, food, etc., you can also mention it to me and we will try our best to help you solve it. "
"Thank you very much, donor. Could you please give me your name?"
"I am Shangguanliu, the head of the Yin Yang Sect."
"It turns out that he is the leader of Shangguan. The old monk is blind and does not recognize Mount Tai. He is guilty of the same crime. The old monk is a third-grade Buddhist Arhat, Dharma Wisdom, and has met the leader."
"I have seen Dharma Wisdom Arhat. Come with me."
Countless people present saw the head of the Yin Yang Sect walking towards them with two to three thousand Buddhist people.
The competition on the second day of the martial arts conference has begun, and the monks also came to the gentle slope to the north and set up camp.
After the leader and others came back, Han Yun asked curiously,
"Why are these monks here?"
"I'm just here to watch the martial arts competition."
Han Yun shook his head,
"These monks are not good people. They have never participated in previous martial arts conferences. They suddenly came this time. Be careful of any conspiracy."
"You are too concerned. Maybe you just stopped by to take a look. After all, some people saw them going to the Land of Demonic Fall in the first half of the year. They probably wandered to us after coming out this time.
They haven't done anything evil, so it's not easy for us to drive them away.
I will send people to keep an eye on them. If there is any bad behavior, don't blame me for chasing them away. "
After listening to the leader's words, Han Yun nodded and did not take this matter to heart.
In the ring, three groups of opponents were fighting fiercely, and the audience cheered and cheered.
However, in Han Yun's view, these people's martial arts can only be described as mediocre. If they had to praise them, they would be flashy.
The intensity and danger of the battle is comparable to the scene of "Stop it and don't fight anymore".
By noon, there was finally a game that could cheer Han Yun up.
They are Jun Ling'er of the Yin Yang Sect and Gong Ting Yu, a peerless beautiful girl from the Wa Palace who is rare in a century, talented, unparalleled, and the number one among the younger generation.
Yes, the name is so long. This is not what Han Yun thought. It was the girl on the stage who called it out.
Opposite her was Jun Ling'er, whose hair was covered in black lines.
Jun Ling'er said that she was confused and had never seen such a person before.
The girl in front of me holds a short sword in her left hand, a long sword in her right hand, several javelins for throwing, and an quiver on her back. She has a short bow on her waist, and her belt is not an ordinary belt either. Instead, a very long rope was tied around his waist, and two darts were tied to both ends of the rope. They should be darts, a weapon that is difficult to use.
This is not over yet, the opponent's legs are tied with a circle of throwing knives on his left leg and a circle of darts tied on his right leg.
The girl in front of her looked like a weapon.
In comparison, Jun Linger, who was empty-handed, looked particularly weak.
Jun Ling'er only responded with a few words to the fact that the other party reported such a resounding title.
"Disciple of Yunwu Hall, Jun Ling'er, please fight."
"Little girl, I advise you to get off the stage by yourself. Don't wait for my aunt to take action. I'll beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Gong Gongyu said proudly with her nostrils turned upward.
She is pretty good-looking, but compared to her junior sister Jun Ling'er, she still lacks some agility and natural beauty.
"Across the way, let me ask you, why did your Wa Palace send a weapons rack over here? Where is the person I want to fight?"
Jun Ling'er hit back at the opponent mercilessly.
When Gong Gongyu heard this, he immediately became furious.
"You are the one who holds the weapon, and your whole family is the one who holds the weapon. My aunt and I are proficient in all kinds of weapons, and I will beat you to pieces!"
"Tch, there are only eighteen weapons. I'm not afraid to tell you. I followed my senior brother to create the Yunwu Palace for more than a year. I have learned eight hundred martial arts if not a thousand. I'm afraid your few weapons are not enough for me to fight. Yes."
"Hmph, I have sharp eyes and a sharp mouth. I'll defeat you later. I'll tear your bad mouth apart first, and then spare your life!"
After speaking, Gong Tingyu stood up and killed Jun Ling'er.
Han Yun frowned slightly when he saw this scene. According to his idea, since there are so many weapons, he must first consume the enemy from a distance, using knives, darts, bows and arrows, etc., and then attack in melee when the enemy is almost exhausted.
Now this woman is doing well, carrying a lot of weapons to fight with the junior sister in close combat. The long-range weapons on her body are of no use at all, but become a burden.
Just when Han Yun was complaining, Gong Tingyu suddenly changed his moves, inserted the short knife in his left hand back into his waist, and then took out a flying knife with his backhand and threw it at Jun Ling'er.
There was a proud smile on her lips. She was going to use melee weapons to confuse the opponent. When the two sides were close, she would suddenly use a flying knife to attack, leaving the opponent unable to hide.
She is not a fool, everything is planned.
Some people died, but not completely...
