Rebecca, the eldest daughter of the Moon Wheel King, said: "Yes, count the time. The Buddha King of Rebirth passed away two years ago. At that time, Wuhua should have been able to bear the wisdom. Moreover, the Buddha King of Rebirth is the art of rebirth. The artistic conception of the flower-picking finger contains a profound meaning of rebirth. It seems that it must be obtained from the Buddha King of Rebirth."

"In two years, Wuhua himself is indeed powerful to be able to understand the will and experience left by King Furong and King to this extent," said Heigang.

Rebecca nodded slightly, and said nothing, but there was a bit of solemnity in her eyes.

"Sister, isn't he cheating? He has the will and experience of the King of Resistance and Fortune, but we don't. Who can have such an artistic conception at his age and title?" Du Lishe said in a little resentful manner.

"The King of Jinghai made the flower-free Buddhist son the first to come to power, and I'm afraid he didn't think that someone would compare him. We are not good at these things, so we probably can only give up this game." Rebecca said calmly.

At this time, Wuhua had finished writing the words, and retreated and stood calmly. The terrifying lonely mood on his body also disappeared without a trace.

The princes and nobles who watched the inside and outside the field woke up from the artistic conception, and they were already covered in cold sweat. Looking at the words on the touchstone, it still makes people feel scared, as if there was a withered breath spreading on it.

"What a powerful fingering artistic conception. I have only seen such artistic conception in a few king-level powerful people. It is too incredible that Wuhua Buddha's son can have such a powerful artistic conception at a young age."

"What's so strange about this? Don't you know that the Buddha clan has a way to enlighten wisdom. The Buddha King can instill their will and experience into the younger generation. I think that the Buddha's son was enlightened by the Buddha King, so he was able to have such artistic conception."

"The Buddhist method of enlightenment is really powerful. It's like cheating and cheating. At such a young age, he has such an artistic conception. Is it much better than us?"

"Each upper tribe has its own advantages, and we, Rebet tribe, have our advantages, so we don't have to underestimate ourselves."

"Although that's the case, no one in our clan could go up to confirm with the flowerless Buddhist son in this situation. Where did ordinary viscounts come from such a terrifying mood? Not to mention viscounts, even Counts and Marquises, it is difficult to have such mood."

"So what if you come from afar, let them have a fight."

The princes and nobles were talking about it, and they were envious of the Buddhists' wisdom.

Wuhua Buddha lowered his head and lowered his ears, and stood on the stage waiting.

Generally, at this time, disciples of the Rebet tribe need to come up to express similar genetic techniques, verify with the Buddhist monks, and achieve the purpose of communicating and making progress together.

But the artistic conception of Wuhua Buddha's finger picking is really amazing. Among the disciples in Yuexiayuan, there is no one who can match it. Because there are too many differences, it will only be even more embarrassing to force it to go up.

Du Lishe and other second-generation Rebett elites, look at me, and look at you, and when no one walked out, they sighed in their hearts. They also knew that in this regard, Rebettts were indeed inferior to the Buddhists.
Chapter completed!