Wang Shiren waited uneasily for the last moment from the stage. Although no one came on stage to challenge, there were a lot of discussions outside. They only said that Wang Shiren's swordsmanship was nothing more than that. The reason why he was able to win successively was just because he had magic weapons in his hands. Even in the end, Getting this bronze amulet is also a win.
A few people who were talking in low voices were sitting not far behind the others. Hearing their chatter and harsh words, the big head frowned and turned around, "What are you talking about? If you can't beat me, just shut up. Don't give yourself reasons for not being able to go on stage." .”
Datou was holding two bronze talismans at this time, and no one dared to offend him easily. Seeing him turn around to reprimand, the people who were talking hurriedly turned their heads and looked away, pretending to be innocent.
"Damn it, it's sour grapes when you can't eat them," Big Head turned around, "It's also a problem for people who have a good sword. Everyone is jealous and hateful, and they are giggling."
"There is no need to blame them." Changsheng said casually.
Datou was confused and tilted his head in confusion, "What's going on?"
"Because your yin and yang chakra is also an ancient magic weapon," Changsheng said. "No matter how reasonable and fair you are, they will think that you are deliberately partial and unfair."
"Haha," Datou said with a smile, "I don't want them to agree with my statement. I just can't see their hypocrisy. I feel unhappy if I don't say anything to them."
Before Changsheng could answer, a bhikshuni suddenly stepped onto the stage from the Zhengnan Kun position.
The bhikshuni who appeared on the stage must be in his forties. He did not carry any weapons and was fighting the enemy with his bare hands.
Wang Shiren did not give up using the long sword just because the opponent was unarmed. The bhikshuni's boxing and kicking skills were still good, and his internal strength was also very pure. However, facing the sword in Wang Shiren's hand, he was still quickly at a disadvantage. His movement was restricted and his attacks were repeated. frustrated.
Everyone outside the court thought that the bhikshuni would soon admit defeat, but the bhikshuni did not do that. Instead, he faced the difficulties and became more courageous as he fought.
The bhikshuni's sudden counterattack surprised Wang Shiren, and he was a little panicked when he responded. The reason why he was slightly panicked was not because he couldn't resist, but because he had never wanted to see blood before, but this time he faced the bhikshuni's desperate attack. Attacking, it is difficult for him to defeat the opponent without seriously injuring the opponent.
Wang Shiren's insistence on giving in made Datou confused, "Why are you so timid until the end? Could it be that you want to delay time."
Changsheng shook his head, "It's easy for Wang Shiren to win. The long sword he used can easily cut off the nun's hand. But Long Yuan once said before that he hoped that everyone in the competition would be merciful and stop at the point. Wang Shiren was worried that he would Killing someone after victory would make Long Yuan dissatisfied, and he mistakenly thought that he was bloodthirsty and easy to kill, so he did not hand over the talisman to him. The nun discovered this, so he felt confident and only attacked but not defended."
Hearing Changsheng's words, Datou frowned, "This nun is a bit shameless."
Changsheng didn't answer. The nun's tactics were indeed suspected of moral kidnapping. He took advantage of Wang Shiren's eagerness to get the talisman and did not want to see blood to intimidate Wang Shiren.
Because of his scruples, Wang Shiren could not use his swordsmanship calmly, and loopholes gradually appeared in his defense. After a few rounds, Wang Shiren was hit with a palm in the back. The bhikshuni was a pure monk, and this palm hit Wang Shiren directly in the mouth. Vomiting blood, he stumbled forward.
Wang Shiren was still undecided and undecided. After he pounced forward, he happened to be facing Changsheng, and looked at Changsheng eagerly, seeking advice from him.
Changsheng knew that Wang Shiren was asking him for help, but he did not give any hint. The reason was very simple. Everyone has to bear the consequences of his words, deeds and decisions. The essence of giving advice to others is to make the decision yourself, and others will bear the consequences. But Wang Shiren Shiren was not very familiar with him, and he was not sure what the consequences of his reminder to Wang Shiren would be. If there were bad consequences, the person who came up with the idea would easily be blamed.
After Wang Shiren barely stabilized his position, he did not turn around immediately, but stared straight at Changsheng, his eyes full of begging.
At this time, the bhikshuni on the stage was approaching quickly and wanted to take the opportunity to make up for the attack. If he didn't make a decision immediately, Wang Shiren was afraid that he would be hit hard again. Even if he made a decision by then, he would be unable to save his life.
Chang Sheng did not agree with Wang Shiren's approach of trusting his life and death to others, but he could also understand Wang Shiren's mood. Wang Shiren valued the amulet very seriously. It was precisely because he desperately wanted to get it that he looked forward and backward, worrying about gains and losses. .
There was no room for deep thought in the flash of lightning. After anxious thinking, his brows were slightly furrowed and his nose was slightly trembling.
Upon seeing this, Wang Shiren understood immediately and had no worries. When the opponent struck his back with his palm, he turned around quickly, drew his sword with his backhand, and neatly removed the bhikshuni's right arm.
Changsheng was not the only discerning person on the sidelines, and many of them were disdainful of what the bhikshuni had done. Seeing Wang Shiren finally kill him in pain when he could no longer bear it, everyone felt great and cheered.
It wasn't until cheers and applause came from the outside that the bhikshuni came back to his senses. The severe pain caused him to scream and scream in pain. He covered the injured area with his hands and screamed in pain.
The bhikshuni's screams made Wang Shiren's scalp numb and he was very nervous. He looked eagerly at the gray-robed monk on the west side of the stone platform, only to find that the gray-robed monk was lowering his eyebrows and closing his eyes, silently reciting the Buddha's name.
Seeing this situation, Wang Shiren looked at Changsheng nervously, but Changsheng did not respond. The reason why he hinted that Wang Shiren would fight back was because Wang Shiren would definitely lose if he was hit again. In fact, he was not sure. Will Monk Yi be dissatisfied with Wang Shiren for killing him?
After all, the bhikshuni was a master of purple energy. After a brief panic, she raised her hand eagerly to seal the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding. She then bent down to pick up her severed arm and turned to look at the gray-robed monk.
After waiting for a while, the monk in gray clothes didn't open his eyes. The bhikshuni stepped down from the stage in disappointment, rushed to the exit of the fairy palace, and left in a hurry, presumably looking for someone to replace her broken arm.
At this moment, the sound of ringing gold sounded, and the competition officially ended.
Hearing the sound of ringing gold, the monk in gray slowly opened his eyes, put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, then slowly raised his hand to remove all the blood stains remaining on the stage.
Wang Shiren returned the sword to its sheath. He walked up to the gray-robed monk with anxiety, bowed his hands and said, "I am not good at studying, and I can't make and receive sword moves according to my heart. I couldn't do it to the point. I hope you will forgive me."
"Namo Amitabha." The monk in gray clothes sang the Buddha again.
The monk's word Amitabha is not inappropriate in any situation. It is just a sentence of Amitabha. No one outside the venue could guess what the monk in gray was thinking. However, everyone outside the venue was still full of expectations for the following discussion. After all, everyone I am eager to know how monks with earthly immortal cultivation understand and view the yin and yang of heaven.
Compared with the people outside the venue, Chang Sheng and others had even higher expectations, just because they knew that the gray-robed monk named Longyuan was originally the attendant of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. As the saying goes, walking with tigers and wolves must be fierce beasts, and walking with phoenixes must be fierce beasts. It must be a handsome bird flying. This person has been with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for many years and has been influenced by his ears and eyes. His knowledge and realm must be extraordinary...
