"Fellow Daoist Haiyin, come up directly! Don't waste time, just go to the last duel!"

The second emperor's son had just gotten off the arena, and the first emperor's son walked towards Wuhu.

This situation was not only unexpected by Wuhu, but also by the elders of major sects. Even the Supreme Elder Kong Xiang of the Imperial Court did not expect it.

When this happened, Elder Kong Xiang's face looked a little gloomy. However, in a flash, his gloomy face completely disappeared and calmed down again.

The reason is very simple. In this moment, the First Emperor's son, who seemed a little breathless and weak, actually completely restored his condition when he was on the ring just now. His breath was full and his energy was full, and he was even better than that time.

Although Elder Kong Xiang was not sure what the First Emperor's Son used to do this, he was a little clearer. That is, in such a critical moment, the First Emperor's Son must have truly restored his combat power, not just the appearance of his flesh.

Since that's the case, he naturally no longer has any concerns.

After hearing the words of the First Emperor's Son, Wuhu did not ask in a look like an ordinary monk, "Are you sure you don't need to adjust your breath?" He just nodded in a very simple way and said, "Okay!" Then, he stepped on the void and got on the ring.

This situation was beyond the expectations of the First Emperor's Son. However, he was stunned for a moment and returned to normal and said, "I am so polite to the lower Mo Feng!"

Although the first emperor's son was a Buddhist, he was not a monk, but a casual practitioner. Therefore, he had no Dharma name and only showed himself to others under his real name.

Wuhu also heard about this, so he was not surprised. That is, time, he returned a greeting, and then a false call was used to set up a defensive stance.

Mo Feng also understood this, knowing that this was a kind of compensation for Wuhu fighting directly. Looking at this, Mo Feng understood that Wuhu was also an extremely arrogant person, and he was also full of confidence in himself. At this moment, Mo Feng, who originally thought he could easily take it, had a touch of solemnity in his heart.

"Since you are ready to take advantage of yourself and have given up your face, why are you still doing this to make up for it? I don't know if it's smart or stupid!"

Seeing this scene, it was time. A great sect elder said in a low voice. Originally, he thought that as soon as his words were spoken, the fellow practitioners next to him would definitely agree. However, after a moment, the first emperor's son Mo Feng had already started a real war with Wuhu, and no one agreed. Then he knew that others did not agree with his own opinions at all.

At that moment, he unconsciously spoke to the nearest person on the left and said, "Brother Luo, do you think what I said is wrong? He lost all his reputation and benefits in this way. Could it be that he has any complicated meanings?"

After hearing this, the monk named Luo couldn't help but smile and said, "Maybe there is, maybe not, but I didn't see it. The reason why I didn't agree with Brother Li's point of view is that we had a little more mistakes before.

For this reason, we have made some people laugh at each other more than once. This time, I don’t want to make this mistake again. So, before things are settled, I will never give my opinion again.”

After hearing this, the monk named Li suddenly realized. He guessed that the rest of the people should have the same mentality. Unconsciously, the old face couldn't help but turn red. Because, just now, he was obviously embarrassed again. He could even imagine that now, the serious monks around him had begun to contempt and ridicule him in the hearts of many serious monks.

At the moment, he stopped talking and watched the battle honestly.

...

Two different sounds, mixed together, sound quite a rhythmic beauty. However, under this beauty, it represents step by step murderous intent.

Mo Feng was born with a scattered stream, practicing both Buddhism and Taoism, and the Taoism method was not inferior to the Buddhist method at all. Even the soul formed two forms of Buddhism, one was the golden body Buddha and the other was the Taoism method.

The golden Buddha, holding a golden ring Zen staff, opened and closed, and when he waved, the wind and thunder were storming; the Taoist Dharma image controlled a three-foot flying sword, the sword light broke through the air, the virtual marks were everywhere, and the space was like broken glass.

When the two cooperate with each other, the superposition of combat power is not as simple as one plus one. It can be said that the final combat power is probably five or six.

However, even so, the black throat did not fall into the wind at all. His figure turned into a wisp of smoke, and he was wandering around, and there was no sign of a person at all. After a glance of surprise, the sword light suddenly appeared, and the murderous intent surged, revealing its sharpness, pointing directly to Mo Feng's true body.

Unlike the orthodox Buddhist disciples, he did not value the body very much, but regarded it as a smelly skin. Mo Feng, who has the same Taoist cultivation behind him, regarded his own body as an indispensable treasure raft across the sea of ​​suffering. Therefore, in the face of such accurate attacks as Wushu, he had to be cautious.

The battle between the two did not have too violent and frequent roars like other battles, but it was silent, but it seemed even more tense and intense. Many junior monks held their breath unconsciously while watching the battle.

Because they knew very well that at the moment when the violent explosion appeared, it was very likely that the victory or defeat was decided, and the moment when life and death met.

Fortunately, the fact that holding breath is not a problem for monks like them, otherwise, just watching the battle can make people suffocate to death.

Time passed without realizing it, and soon, most of the hour passed. During this period, both of them soared to the Great Perfection of the Golden Immortal High-level. Moreover, during the confrontation, they were still working hard to move towards the almost impossible higher level.

"Looking at this, can't these two people really jump to the level of the Golden Immortal? In that case, these two people have set records for the first time! It's impossible, absolutely impossible! There are too many leaps at such levels, and it's impossible to achieve it!"

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