Lin Yi shrugged and smiled and said, "Your Maitreya Sect's Buddhas are not humans. The enlightened monks of your Maitreya Sect are all empty, they are not in the world, and do not think about the world's affairs. Do you think they are still humans?"

Yu Ji looked at Lin Yi's eyes and sparks appeared. He roared: "Lin Yi, how dare you insult me, the uncles of the Maitreya Sect! I swear to kill you so that you can know that there is a god three feet above your head!"

After saying that, Yu Ji suddenly slapped Lin Yi!

call!

The huge palm was like a palm-leaf fan, and a violent whirlwind rolled up on the ring. Under the ring, many monks who were closer to the ring were all pale and retreated one after another.

Because the terrifying wind whirlwind formed by Yu Ji's palm blew on their faces, it made them feel like they were cutting their faces with a knife.

"Is this the uneducated martial arts Feng Zhi Palm of the Maitreya Sect? With one palm, the terrifying Feng Zhi Palm is like a knife cutting the surface. It is said that Feng Zhi Palm can be practiced to the extreme, and can cut golden sections of jade and shatter mountains and crack stones."

"Yuji is worthy of being a master of the Maitreya Sect. He blasted out his palm and made a name for himself. I wonder how Lin Yi dealt with the 49th monk Yuji."

When the wind throne came, Lin Yi suddenly disappeared from the ring.

Soon the palm wind disappeared invisible, Yu Ji suddenly turned around, and he was shocked to find that Lin Yi actually appeared behind him.

"Hey, monk, if you want to beat you, you have to wait for me to finish your words." Lin Yi smiled and said, "If I didn't finish my words, you would take things out of context and get angry randomly. It would be wrong to do this."

"If you have something to say, just say it, let it go if you have nothing to do!" Yu Ji said angrily.

The monk in red robe at this moment did not look like a monk who had attained enlightenment at all.

Lin Yi said with a scrupulous look: "I just said that Buddha is not a human being, but this sentence is actually half said. What is Buddha is not a human being? Of course he is a god."

When Yu Ji heard this, he was so depressed that he didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

It was not until this moment that he realized that he had been teased by Lin Yi.

Although he was so angry that he was dying, Yu Ji couldn't stay in his heart to comfort himself. Don't be angry, don't be fooled by Lin Yi.

He once saw with his own eyes that Wu Qingshu, who came from the Holy Land of Wenshu, was so angry that he vomited blood and fell to the ring. Naturally, he did not want to repeat Wu Qingshu's mistakes.

"Lin Yi, don't show off your verbal advantage! Now we are all on the ring, and the competition is about strength. I want to see how much you have. When I meet a monk, your winning streak will end here!"

After Yu Ji finished speaking, he suddenly slapped Lin Yi.

"My Buddha is merciful, look at his palms... I borrow flowers to offer to Buddha!"

Yu Ji slapped out with a palm, and a rain of flowers suddenly fell from the void. Flowers of all colors were colorful, swaying, floating and shaking, falling rapidly from the void.

Halfway through the way, suddenly all the flowers gathered together quickly to form a huge palm.

The giant palm carried the invincible momentum and smashed it fiercely at Lin Yi!

The audience members immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Borrow flowers to offer Buddha! What a powerful palm technique. I think this is also the extraordinary martial arts of the Maitreya Sect?"

"It's not just the extraordinary martial arts of the Maitreya Sect? Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha is one of the ten major martial arts of the Maitreya Sect, and it is well-known throughout the Holy Martial Continent."

"If such a terrifying giant palm is really caught, I'm afraid even the ring will be smashed."

At this time, in the judges' seat, an old monk with a thin face looked at the direction of the east ring and nodded silently.

At this time, an old man beside him said, "Master Kuzhu, I heard that Yu Ji is your nephew and was guided by you when he was a child. Is this the gift of the Buddha you gave to Yu Ji at that time?"

The monk Kuzhu nodded and smiled, "Yes, Yu Ji was a smart child when he was a child. What a pity that he worshipped under my senior brother first. Although I love talents, I can't win over what I love. So I taught Yu Ji a few palm techniques at will. Unexpectedly, this child's cultivation talent is indeed amazing. Not only will he teach Buddhism to learn it, but he can also learn from it. Looking at the entire Holy Martial Continent, if you talk about palm techniques, there are probably not many monks in the martial arts realm who can surpass Yu Ji."

"In this way, my nephew will definitely defeat Lin Yi in this battle?" the old man asked with a smile.

The monk Kuzhu smiled faintly, but did not answer.

However, from his confident expression, even a fool could tell that he felt that Yu Ji was sure to win this time.

On the ring, Lin Yi suddenly moved his mind when he faced the giant palm that hit him on the face, and he suddenly remembered the Demon-Subduing God Palm.

"I wonder if I can catch Yu Ji's giant palm with the Demon-Subduing God Palm?"

As his thoughts moved slightly, Lin Yi's right arm suddenly felt a little sour and numb. Then, his palm suddenly became bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, Lin Yi's palm became less than the giant palm falling from the sky.

At the same time, a wild and wild feeling that came to his face swept across the entire martial arts venue.

"What's going on? Why did Lin Yi's palm become so huge? Good, it's even bigger than Yu Ji's Buddha's palm."

"It's simply amazing! What kind of martial arts are Lin Yi using? Why has he never heard of before?"

There was a sound of air-conditioning sucking in the audience. Everyone stared at Lin Yi's huge palm in shock.

In the judges' seat, Master Bodhi was drinking tea. A sudden change on the oriental arena almost made him choke.

Pulling the teacup onto the table casually, Master Bodhi suppressed his cough and looked at Lin Yi's huge palm that was almost about to cover the sky. The corners of his eyes couldn't help but tremble.

Lei Ming looked at Lin Yi's huge palm, his face also full of shock.

Xuan Jizi on the side smacked his tongue: "What kind of martial arts is this? It is not inferior to the Maitreya Sect's borrowed flowers and offering Buddhas."

At this moment, the most shocking thing was the old man Kuzhu.

He is the elder of the Maitreya Sect, so he naturally knows the power of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, but he never dreamed that Lin Yi's palm of heaven was even more powerful than borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, which he could not accept in any case.

Lin Yi held the sky with one palm, and his huge golden palm bombarded heavily on the Buddha's palm that fell from the sky.

Rumble!

There was a loud noise that shook the sky, as if the clear sky had thundered, and it shook the earth and the mountains.

In the void, a huge golden palm hit the same huge Buddha palm. In an instant, the Buddha palm actually shattered.

The huge golden palm flashed with golden light and suddenly disappeared.

The five monks fighting on the ring were all shocked and almost fell to the ground. Yu Ji was unstable and fell to the ground with his butt, his eyes trembled, and his ears buzzed.

Lin Yi was still standing quietly on the ring, his right palm had recovered as usual. For the first time, Lin Yi was surprised.
Chapter completed!