I preached in the Six Dynasties

Chapter 312
"Your apprentice, everything is weird."

Zhang Xingcai asked with squinting eyes.

First, Pan Jinlian was already jaw-dropping, but this Zhao Fujin was even more outrageous.

A meeting is a killer move, without anyone noticing, they will kill the opponent in an instant.One is to let you fight back, and you can't hit at all.

Li Yu laughed dryly, and Zhao Fujin was beaten crazily there with a khaki light shield on his head, but with a smile on his face, it was obvious that he hadn't suffered any injuries.

Her cultivation in Shenxiao Palace, without her own supervision, really went to extremes.

When Zhao Fujin followed him to learn Taoism, he just squatted on the ground and hugged his head. Li Yu thought that Lin Lingsu had some clever tricks, but it seemed that he didn't care at all, but let the emperor continue to do so.

On Bian Ji's forehead, beads of sweat gradually appeared, and he had already tried his best to attack.The Great Sun Divine Art is one of the most powerful martial arts in the Buddhist sect, and the monk Bianji is extremely talented.

At that time, when he was only a weak crown, he had cultivated the fifth level of the Great Sun Divine Art, and he was in the limelight in the royal competition.

Coupled with his handsome and heroic appearance and extraordinary bearing, Princess Gaoyang, the jewel in the palm of Li Shimin, the then Emperor Tang, fell in love at first sight.

The two had an affair, and Fang Yiai wore a green hat. This matter was a taboo topic in Datang, and it was a secret that everyone knew.

What's more terrible is that in order to prevent being attacked by surprise, and to avoid dying like Huicheng in an unknown way, the debater had to keep his hands on guard.He kept staring at Zhao Fujin's every move, for fear that his meridians would also be frozen and shattered.

It is said that this Diji and the girl just now were taught by the same person, Li Yu, the public enemy of Buddhism.Since they are a master, they must have the same method, so they have to guard against it.

After Huicheng's death, Bianji was the first to enter the ring. It's not that they have a deep friendship. In fact, Daxingshan Temple and Dazongchi Temple are in competition.

The reason why Bianji was the first to take the stage was also to understand as much as possible how Huicheng died.Knowing oneself and knowing one's enemy will win a hundred battles, if one can figure out how he hits the trick, one can avoid the same way of death.

According to a normal person's mind, Zhao Fujin, the Great Song Emperor Ji in front of him, is so strong that his spells can't hurt her in the slightest, so her cultivation level is much higher than his own.

As long as she makes a move, wouldn't she be in danger.

The idea of ​​the defense machine is also correct, under normal circumstances, it is like this
But he never expected that Zhao Fujin only practiced one spell, which was the Earth Light Shield.

With Bianji's cultivation base, there is no way to break through this shield, all his attacks are in vain.

The more this is the case, the more frightened he is, not knowing what the other party is hiding.

Zhao Fujin put her little hands behind her back and looked proud. She had no idea how much pressure her performance put on the big monk opposite.

Monk Bianji's great sun power has a brilliant effect, dazzling people with golden light, sunlight, and Buddha's light.

But Di Ji was standing there, smiling all over her face, like a god who is invulnerable to all laws.
The shouts and cheers of the crowd made Bian Ji even more confused. The sweat on his forehead was as big as soybeans and kept dripping.

The power of the Great Sun Divine Art is not as good as at the beginning, but for Zhao Fujin, it is completely the same.

Looking at Bian Ji's appearance, she said kindly, "Monk, are you tired?"

This sentence was originally a greeting from an innocent girl, very sincere, but to Bian Ji's ears, it felt like a great shame to Meng Qi.

He shouted loudly, his eyes widened with anger, "How dare you underestimate my Buddhist magic!"

Enraged, Bianji stopped looking forward and backward, exhausted all his mana, and leaped into the air.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the debate machine soared into the sky, straight up to the sky, where the howling sound started, the golden light exploded.

Beside him, surrounded by eight heavenly dragons, a pair of strange hands and long arms waved.

In the Shenxiao Palace, countless people held their breaths and stared at the mighty and radiant Great Tang Monk in front of them.

The people unconsciously clenched their arms, sweating for their Emperor Ji.

Zhao Fujin's small mouth opened in an O shape, obviously he had never seen such a battle.

But she just stood there without any blocking action, and everyone was secretly worried about her.

The people of the Song Dynasty felt that Di Ji was worthless. In their view, Di Ji was too kind. She never fought back, just like the legendary Buddha.

Zhao Fujin was also taken aback, closed his eyes tightly, and turned around.

She didn't know what to do, she just felt that it would be better if she couldn't see it.

On the other side of the mirror, Li Yu looked at her. The girl was trying very hard to restrain her urge to squat on the ground with her head in her arms.

He stood up, with a ruthless look in his eyes, staring at Bian Ji in mid-air.

For some reason, this monk was enraged, and he was fighting for his life.

Li Yu knew Zhao Fujin too well, and she couldn't say any vicious words at all, so Li Yu wanted to break his head, and didn't understand why the debate was so furious, and he wanted to fight Zhao Fujin at the cost of his own true energy.

With a bang, sawdust flew all over the arena, and the huge podium was shattered by a life-threatening blow from the debate machine.

Everyone stood up, everyone's hearts were pulled up, and they looked towards the center of the ring.

The dust could not dissipate for a long time, and the defense machine couldn't support it, and fell to the ground, holding on to a wooden board, panting heavily.

The dust slowly dispersed, and a figure in the middle gradually appeared.

Zhao Fujin was unharmed, and her earth light shield still showed no signs of loosening.

Not even a seam!

Li Yu shook his fist vigorously and let out a long sigh of relief.

On the other side of the camera, only Lin Lingsu had a smile on his face. If he didn't have absolute confidence, how could he let his heart and soul fight.

Lin Lingsu looked at the people around who had been moved, and inadvertently glanced at Zhao Ji, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously twitched.

Gao Qiu, who was standing beside the emperor, and him looked at each other, their eyes met, and then they separated quickly, tacitly understanding each other.

Bianji was desperate, his head held high, and he hung down powerlessly.

This eminent monk fell into extreme self-doubt at this moment. Why couldn't he break the girl's light shield after so many years of hard work.

The gap is not a star and a half, but it has no effect on her at all.

Since Kui Ji's death, the shadow in his heart has been infinitely magnified, and he almost collapsed under the heavy pressure.

There was even a slight sobbing sound from Bian Ji's hanging head.

Zhao Fujin stepped forward, brushed a piece of sawdust off his bald forehead, and said, "Great monk, get up, don't cry, it's fine if you win."

Bian Ji suddenly raised his head and looked at the smiling girl with dull eyes.

With his hands on the ground, he seemed to be kneeling on one knee from a distance, the golden light on his body gradually dissipated, and Bianji suddenly said: "I would like to learn from Di Ji, please accept me as a disciple."

(End of this chapter)