The next day.
Three poles in the sun.
Ling Muyun knew that the person he was fighting against today was Zhi Miaoyin.
After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't think of a way to crack it.
I randomly removed two balls of cotton, mixed them with vegetable oil and put them in my ears.
Not heard, not bothered.
When entering the venue, the auditorium was filled early.
Especially the VIP seats were packed.
Ling Muyun raised his head and looked around, and in addition to Tianshi Mansion and Jia Nianxi, he also saw Yao Chang.
I don’t know if it was because of Da Qin that he was given a seat.
Waving his hand at the top, Yao Chang stood up and nodded slightly as a response.
On the seat next to Yao Chang was a bhikshuni.
The gorgeous cassock shone with golden light in the sun.
Because there was cotton stuffed in his ears, Ling Muyun's peripheral vision kept glancing towards the gong.
The good news came a little late.
The clothes are very simple, and the skinny body is invisible in the crowd.
"Donor, Miao Hui is polite!" Miao Hui put his hands together and performed the Buddhist etiquette.
Ling Muyun couldn't hear him and could only watch his movements, and returned the Taoist salute.
"Ling Muyun of Tianshi Mansion, be polite!"
Miao will show a meaningful expression.
In just one day, Ling Muyun, a little-known member of the Dingbei Ling clan, became a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion.
Just in time, the disciples of Tianshi Mansion were defeated openly.
Repaying the master's wonderful sound to the half-form that he lost back then.
"when!"
The sound of the gong spread throughout the audience.
The originally bustling audience who were still moving around suddenly fell silent and sat down on the spot.
"Have you heard? That nun is a close disciple of Master Miaoyin, the current national master. There must be no suspense!"
"The young man opposite her only knew how to dodge yesterday. I don't know if he can dodge today and make a fuss!"
"Not necessarily. Yesterday, in a second meeting, in one sentence, four cultivators of the sixth and seventh realms stood on the spot, like wooden piles."
"If I had known it was a second-hand competition, I shouldn't have bought this admission ticket. There's no suspense."
There was a lot of chatter in the stands.
Everyone talks about their opinions and what they saw yesterday, hoping to gain recognition from others.
"Buddha said: Don't do it!"
Miao met Ling Muyun who had been standing there and took the lead.
Ling Muyun thought Miaohui was still saying hello.
Quickly bow your hands.
"Um?"
It’s just that the spell didn’t work. Could it be that the opponent was bullying him?
Miaohui frowned: "Buddha said: nonsense!"
Seeing Miaohui clasping his hands together again, Ling Muyun came to his senses.
She has already taken action!
"Brother, Mu Yun is motionless, like a fool. What are you doing?" Master Yu Tong asked Zhang Tianshi next to him in confusion.
"Haha! My disciple has developed a wise heart! If you say what you say, follow the rules, if you don't listen, who will follow her instructions?" Zhang Tianshi patted Master Yutong on the shoulder: "At that time, during the battle with Zhi Miaoyin, If you think of this, you don’t have to suffer so much.”
Zhi Miaoyin in the audience slowly stood up.
Just follow the rules and be cracked like this?
Was it someone who pointed it out, or did it happen unintentionally?
"Since the labor-saving method doesn't work, we have to do something real!" Miao Hui waved the beads in his hand and scattered them in the air: "The Eight Parts of Heavenly Dragons, Humans and Non-Humans, Heavenly Beings: Hell."
Following the Buddha's words, the beads turned into a door in the air.
Dark and shiny, there are two skeletons carved on the door, which looks very eye-catching.
There was a squeaking sound, and half a small gap was opened.
A ghost cultivator who looked like an evil ghost but shone with golden light, holding a mourning stick, squeezed out from the crack of the door.
"The evil method mentioned by senior brother!" Zhenren Yutong stared at Zhi Miaoyin for no reason: "The eight groups of heavenly dragons, the first group, the second dragon group, the three yakshas, the four gandharvas, the five asuras, the six garudas, The Seven Kinnara and the Eight Mahārāga. A series of wonderful sounds, and the hell path of the six paths of the heavens has been cultivated!"
"There is also the evil ghost path!" Zhang Tianshi added.
The ears cannot stop, only the eyes can see.
The yin is overwhelming.
Even if there is Buddha's light blocking it, it still cannot conceal the evil spirit of "Rakshasa ghost".
"Thunder in the Palm!"
Ling Muyun's lightning flashed, and several palm thunders rushed straight towards Miaohui.
Rakshasa ghosts floated around, using mourning sticks to meet the palm thunder.
The yin energy disperses and the thunder falls.
Miao Hui motioned to Ling Muyun to take off the cotton in his ears: "Monks don't lie, I won't use words to speak arbitrarily!"
Ling Muyun smiled brightly: "I really can't defeat Master Miaohui's technique, so I used a trick."
"I'm afraid I can't win with a few palm thunders! The poor nun wants to see the true methods of Fellow Daoist Ling."
Miaohui clasped his hands together and opened the door in the air a little further.
A slightly larger Rakshasa ghost squeezed out from inside and took two mourning sticks.
As soon as he showed up, he beat the first Rakshasa ghost to death with a stick.
It turns into Yin Qi and is injected into your body like water.
"I have ten thunders, but I don't know how powerful they are. Please call the mage and give me some advice."
Ling Muyun made his handprints.
"Yushu!"
Thunder falls.
Hit the wonderful meeting directly.
The Rakshasa ghost dodged, raised his mourning stick with both hands, and held it against Yushu Lei.
"boom!"
The yin energy is strong!
Under the lightning, it turned into dust and drifted away.
"No wonder I will accept you into the Tianshi Mansion. You really have two brushes!"
Miaohui clasped his hands again and changed his position to cross his legs.
The door was half open.
A Rakshasa ghost wearing a mask on both sides of his face walked out of it. The mourning stick in his hand was six feet long.
"Shenxiao!"
Thunder from the sky came out.
The Rakshasa ghost waved the mourning stick lightly, and a stream of Yin Qi rose from the door, colliding with the divine thunder in the air.
"boom!"
In an instant, the entire venue, including the auditorium, shook violently.
"Having the power of a great master!"
"Have you ever seen a great master? I think he has the power of a pseudo-grandmaster!"
"It is true that compared with ordinary practitioners of the Sixth and Seventh Realms, the techniques are more subtle!"
The audience started talking again.
"Donor Ling, you have used three postures, it's time for you to be a nun!" Miao Hui clasped his palms together and bowed his head.
The moment his forehead touched the ground, a ripple spread out.
The Rakshasa ghost in mid-air made a "whoosh" sound, and with thousands of cries, the mourning stick went straight towards Ling Muyun.
"Big hole!"
Ling Muyun took a step of ten feet, dodged the blow, and the big hole thunder fell in response.
"boom!"
It hit the Rakshasa ghost's back.
"squeak"
With a strange cry, the Rakshasa ghost hurriedly turned around and returned to Miaohui's head, sitting cross-legged in the air as well.
"Useless things!"
Goodbye again.
The two ripples spread out like water waves.
A white light emerged from the ground.
Apart from the color, it is almost the same as the Rakshasa ghost in the sky.
"Xiandu!"
The fourth thunder out of ten!
Accompanied by the fairy sound, the dark red divine thunder landed again.
Extremely fast.
The two Rakshasa ghosts rotated up and down, wrapping the divine thunder in the whirlpool.
In less than three breaths, the divine thunder dissipated, and the Rakshasa ghost crossed its legs again.
There is only a white Rakshasa ghost sitting in front of Miaohui.
Ling Muyun did not activate the divine thunder again.
Subconsciously, he felt that firing the fifth thunder still wouldn't have much effect.
"Donor Ling, be careful!"
