"What are the benefits if you win the Dharma Fighting Meeting?" Zhuo Yifan thought for a while and asked.
At the same time, he carefully looked at the old temple master Tang in front of him and felt that it was extremely strange. He had just walked out of the Taoist temple, and no one noticed him until he got close to his back. This made him even more suspicious of the identity of this old temple master. If he was from the ancient times,
Why on earth could Da Neng hide in this desolate soil incognito?
What's even weirder is that when he gets close to the old patron, he actually feels familiar.
He remembered that Lin Shen had said that he was a descendant of the Saint Clan. Could it be that the old temple master in front of him was also related to the Saint Clan?
But even if you have doubts, these questions can only be buried in your stomach for the time being and cannot be asked. Otherwise, they will definitely arouse doubts.
"The battle between the gods is to compete for strength and face. If you win, you can be granted the title of Taoist Master and use the magic circle to freely travel through the entire heaven."
"Taoist Master?"
Zhuo Yifan was shocked. If there were people he knew in the heaven, they would definitely seize this opportunity. For example, the Nine Dragon King, Fu Xi, and the saints of various religious clans that he had bumped into before.
"This is quite a general order. With this identity, it will be much more convenient to do things in the heaven."
Temple Master Tang Lao said sternly: "But it is so difficult to obtain this status. There are too many strong people in the three thousand Taoist temples to fight... Maybe there are powerful people who use the name of the Taoist temple to participate in the battle."
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan nodded secretly. Indeed, for such a person to stand out among the gods, his strength must be extraordinary.
"The principle of the Three Thousand Dharma Fighting Club is to fight until there is only one person left. If there is no winner within the limited time, then this time the battle will be purely entertainment. No one can be awarded."
"Therefore, although it is done every ten years, there are very few people who are actually awarded the title." Temple Master Tang shook his head and explained.
"What kind of bad Taoist master? Master Tang can knock them to death with one fist." Xiaosi was very excited and skinny. Hearing this, he also took off his sleeves, as if he wanted to do something big.
The old temple master Tang had a kind face, smiled, and gave the naughty kid a club with a "Boom!": "Don't talk nonsense. I have no intention of participating in the competition. I will leave without contest. I just want to join in the fun occasionally."
"If Mr. Tang participates, he will surely kill all these idiots." Xiao Si covered his head and muttered softly.
On the side, the middle-aged Taoist named Asan also agreed: "Yes, we all know what Mr. Tang is capable of. We just can't figure out why Mr. Tang is willing to be ordinary here instead of flying high?"
"Sometimes, the higher you fly, the more painful you fall. I don't want to join the dispute anymore."
Temple Master Tang Lao smiled, patted Zhuo Yifan on the shoulder, and said: "Who am I? This is the real master..."
"Master Tang is joking." Zhuo Yifan bowed quickly and smiled bitterly.
"My little friends, are you interested in martial arts fighting? Although I participate in the competition, I never join in the disputes, and the quota is always lacking. If you are interested, you can come out on our behalf this time." Mr. Tang said with a smile.
Zhuo Yifan nodded without hesitation and said: "Then I will go see the world."
…
A few days later, a group of people set off. Except for Zhuo Yifan and the hairy boy who was the incarnation of "Blood Prison Record", Han Languan also set off as a whole group to go to the fighting field in the border area of the Fighting Arts Association.
Considering that a few little road boys did not have enough power to maintain flight, a group of people finally used the common silver wildebeest in the heaven to travel. It is very fast, can travel through rugged and winding roads, and can even leap when encountering mountain streams and canyons.
Hundreds of feet long, it can travel thousands of miles every day without losing its stability.
Temple Master Tang and several middle-aged Taoist priests, Ah San, each rode a silver-horned horse with a young Taoist boy. Zhuo Yifan and "Blood Prison Record" were also among them. They looked like a father and son, Xiang Fen.
Heading to the fighting arena.
"Have Master Tang ever heard of the Dragon Realm?" Zhuo Yifan asked. He came to the Heaven Realm for two purposes. One was to save his mother, and the other was to go to the Dragon Realm to settle his grudges.
"Of course. The supreme plane in the ancient times." Old Temple Master Tang glanced at him, and finally murmured: "If you can become a Taoist master, it won't be too difficult for me to go there. Heaven is the highest plane, and the law
There are many formations, and as long as you find the entrance, there is no place you can’t go.”
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan expressed his gratitude with a smile and said, "Junior, I still have something to ask."
"But it doesn't matter." Master Tang Laoguan said.
"Does Mr. Tang know the location of the Fairy Clan?" Zhuo Yifan asked.
"In Nanchan, it's far away from here. Without the teleportation array, we may not be able to reach it even if we fly for hundreds of years." Tang Guanzhu said.
While he was speaking, Zhuo Yifan could feel a hint of fear in his words. This clan was too powerful, ridiculously strong. It had been famous in ancient times, and now it has reached a level of immortality.
"Not long ago, it was said that the Heavenly Soul Ancestral Land in Kowloon was destroyed. The immortal spirits also took this opportunity to rise up with force. But there was a turmoil." As they walked forward, Old Temple Master Tang sighed.
"What?"
Zhuo Yifan pretended not to know: "Kowloon was destroyed? By whom?"
Old Guanzhu Tang glanced at him and said bluntly: "A demon king."
"What's your identity?" Zhuo Yifan asked deliberately.
"A newly rising prodigy from the lower world is said to have destroyed Nine Dragons by himself. He is known to the world as Six Paths."
"Is there such a person?" He pretended to be surprised, an absolute showman.
"I thought that since the disappearance of the saints, there would never be a genius in the lower world. I didn't expect that there would be such a person. I hope this genius can live longer. It is said that many powerful people in the heaven have laid out big tricks to catch him.
Even if he can't be captured alive, he must be killed." Old Guanzhu Tang kept muttering: "I hope he doesn't come, if he comes, he will definitely die..."
"Ah sneeze!"
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan felt guilty, his nose twitched and he suddenly sneezed.
Fortunately, Temple Master Tang didn't pay much attention. He looked ahead and said, "We're almost there. There's a border town ahead."
As he said, as the Silver Wild Horse moved forward, he saw that the area ahead suddenly opened up, and a huge city, covering an area of hundreds of millions of miles, suddenly appeared on the horizon.
This is just a border city in Dongsheng. Compared with the scale of many cities in the heaven, it is almost negligible. However, when you actually see it, it is still surprising because it is so huge that it is like a big world.
Today, because of the Dharma fighting meeting, many people gathered here and it was very lively. Many people queued up to enter the city on horseback at the gate of the city. The scene was very spectacular.
Woohoo!
Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the sky, and a shadow suddenly appeared. A fierce bird with its wings spread out from behind, and it was a thousand feet long.
"Hanlan Temple, you idiots are here to watch the fun again? It's so disappointing. You don't even have the courage to participate in the fight. Fortunately, you are still among the three thousand Taoist temples, so you are worthy of the title!" Above the fierce birds
This person comes from the Seven Star Taoist Temple. He ranks very high among the three thousand Taoist temples and is extremely powerful. As soon as he came here, he deliberately started trouble.
"We have people participating in the fight this time, and we will beat you to pieces!" Several Taoist boys were not convinced and shouted at the top of their lungs.
The people from the Seven Stars Taoist Temple didn't care, and finally left on the ferocious birds. They rode the birds and passed directly through the city gate without queuing.
"How arrogant!" Xiao Wu puffed out his cheeks and his face turned red with anger.
"To say you are weak is just flattering you. You should not come to the competition at all." Not far away, several young Taoists strolled over. Obviously, they were representatives of the other Taoist temple's fighting ceremony. Seeing Hanlan Temple being ridiculed,
I couldn't help but step forward and mock him.
"You..." Han Lan looked at a middle-aged man who couldn't help but take action.
"Everyone, please calm down." Master Tang Lao said without saying it a second time, he was very majestic.
Zhuo Yifan just stood aside and watched quietly. He could suppress these people instantly, but so what? It was not the right time to take action at this moment.
"Then we'll see the truth in a battle of wits!"
Several young people in the Taoist temple clasped their fists and left these words with joking expressions. (To be continued...)