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Chapter 197 Esoteric Buddhism invades Murong Yishan, you are teaching me to do things(1/2)

"I could feel the sharpness, strength, and immortality of gold, but it was just a film that prevented me from fully integrating into them."

The upgrade of the Enlightenment Pearl allows Li Qingshi to enter the state of enlightenment every time he practices meditation.

This made his cultivation efficiency and effectiveness so fast that ordinary people could not imagine.

God’s feelings and understand the mystery, and innately understand the true meaning.

Li Qingshi is now on the edge of mystery, but he has never been able to touch it.

"Shackles are really amazing."

With a sigh, Li Qingshi closed his eyes and began to sort out his playing style in his mind.

As the strength level increases and the opponents are different, I have many more means.

Many of the playing styles in the past were not very suitable for the present.

Time passed slowly, and people with martial arts came here one after another.

The martial arts performance venue soon returned to its previous lively appearance.

The Eighteen Martial Veins, except for a few Martial Veins, can often be met because they guard a large demon cave.

The other true martial artists are busy practicing and clearing the strange beasts around the garrison, and they are rare to meet each other on weekdays.

Now that I have the opportunity, I will naturally get together with people I know and talk about my experience in practicing.

There are clear boundaries between new disciples, between true teachings and martial artists, and between elders and elders.

The most lively thing is the location of the first martial arts.

Among them is a young man with a national character face, handsome and resolute appearance, surrounded by several true martial arts or martial artists of other martial arts.

These people have extraordinary temperaments and unique characteristics. They are all geniuses like Wuzong.

The second elder of the fifteenth lineage was now on his face.

The elders of the six veins were surrounded by the previous six meridians, talking and laughing at each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

The elder of the Wuzhi came from behind was puzzled.

When will the elders of the fifteenth vein become so popular?

When Li Qingshi closed his eyes and sorted out his playing style, he could vaguely feel his vision looking at him.

However, most of them just scanned it and didn't care.

I know that it should be the martial arts disciple who was threatened by me before, talking about himself to those who came later.

In the middle of the sun, the spring sunshine is a bit softer.

A middle-aged monk who was more than three meters tall and had a strong figure, looking at the eighteen martial arts veins, had already arrived and nodded.

This person is Rama, the chief executive of the Foreign Affairs of Wuzong who presided over the test of Li Qingshi's newcomers.

This competition is the responsibility of the Foreign Affairs Office of Wuzong.

Rama, as the chief supervisor of foreign objects, is naturally the person in charge.

Because the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is equivalent to the business group of Wuzong, many resources of various major martial arts need to be taken care of by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Therefore, Rama has a very harmonious relationship with each martial arts.

"Elders, the time is almost over. Will the competition begin?"

When Rama saw that everyone had arrived, he was ready to start a competition.

After the competition, the major martial arts still need to exchange and coordinate resource allocation.

Time is still very nervous.

Just when Rama wanted to announce the beginning of the competition.

In the distance, there was a sudden sound of endless chanting of scriptures...

Even the people in the martial arts arena have the realm of tincture and have a clear ear and eye.

When I heard the movement, I looked over there.

Although the people of Wuzong are from the Buddhist lineage of Baima Temple.

But he does not recite scriptures and does not force his head to shave.

Marrying a wife and having children is no different from ordinary people in daily life.

Only Tantra's chanting is the only one who chants...

"It is better to have fun than to have fun alone. How about I join the Tantra this year?"

More than thirty large bald heads, led by a short, thin and ordinary-looking old monk, flew here from a distant mountain peak.

The leading old monk smiles at the corner of his mouth, giving people a kind-eyed and kind-eyed look.

Behind the Wuzong crowd, Li Qingshi narrowed his eyes.

He recognized this kind-hearted and beautiful old monk at a glance, and was the elder of the Tantric Buddhism who saw the void.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Man Kong was at the test site, Li Qingshi wouldn't have shown his sharpness and asked the first captain of the third vein to take him away.

Rama, who was about to announce the start of the competition, saw Jiankong, his face was covered with eight-character eyebrows and big round eyes, and he frowned.

The other elders of the Eighteen Martial Arts also looked serious.

The Wuzong Competition is once every ten years.

Tantric Buddhism has been around for hundreds of years, and it has not obviously moved the emotions of Wuzong.

What exactly are they thinking?

These elders present are not weaker than seeing the weak.

However, the Tantric Buddhism behind Jiankong made them feel afraid.

Uncontrollably, all the elders of Wuzong, including Rama, looked at a little old man beside him who was resting with his eyes closed.

Song Zan felt that he was being watched by more than ten gazes, so he had no choice but to open his eyes and walk towards the people coming to Tantric Buddhism.

The first martial arts lineage has five innate masters and has always been the leader of the customs of Wuzong.

Rama couldn't stand this situation now, so he, the elder of his first lineage, had to come forward.

Behind Song Zan, there was a strong and resolute young man with a national face.

The young man's face had a calm expression and a steady temperament.

When he walked by the rest of the Wuzong's true martial arts craft, he saluted the young man: "Wuding Zhu Wuzi".

The young people were not arrogant, they all smiled and responded one by one.

These true martial arts masters are all arrogant in their hearts. On weekdays, they will not give face to the elders of the same vein who are not good at temper.

Facing Wudingzhu, the first martial arts master, he was respectful and kind.

Let Li Qingshi, who had only heard the second elder briefly introduce this person, smashed his mouth twice.

Song Zan walked through before, but was simply a way out by these disciples of other martial arts.

This Wuzi, who is called Wudingzhu, has something.

"Seeing the Void, what exactly do you Tantra want to do?"

Song Zan looked bad and looked at the person who came to Tantra.

At this time, Jiankong also led the disciples behind him to the opposite side of the Wuzong crowd.

Hearing the questioning of the first elder of the Martial Arts, his smile became even stronger.

"Elder Song Zan, my Tantric Buddhism naturally feels that working in a closed door is limited to the growth of disciples and their vision is limited.

That's why I want to make progress with Wuzong."

Seeing Kong's kind-eyed face, he looked at the disciples behind Elder Wuzong: "Don't think too much, don't get me wrong!"

Monk, what bad intentions can you have?

Behind Jiankong, middle-aged and young monks lowered their heads and recited Buddhist scriptures.

There was only one young monk standing behind, raising his head and looking aggressively at Wuzong.

The young monk had a rough face, three blood patterns on his cheeks, and a blood mole on his forehead.

Except for being a bald man, he has a wild temperament and is incompatible with the surrounding Tantric monks.

When I saw a true disciple glaring at him on the side of Wuzong.

Instead, he glared back with a more fierce look.

Monk Jiankong speaks without any leakage.

The first elder of the Wushu lineage, Song Zan frowned. If the Tantric Buddhism was not allowed to participate, wouldn’t it mean that their eighteen Martial Buddhism were really afraid of Tantric Buddhism?

He turned around and went back to discuss with the other elders of the martial arts.

Soon, I agreed to Tantra and joined the competition this time.
To be continued...
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