"Who are you? This is a place where Buddhism teaches Zen. How can you be allowed to do whatever you want!?"
In the Mahayana Pure Land, a Supreme Immortal Vein slowly spoke, and his voice shook the soul, approaching Qin Xuan's sea of consciousness.
Even Wukong's eyes were slightly focused. He looked at Qin Xuan, his eyes changed, but he didn't stop him.
"Liao Chen, aren't you worried about him?" Wu Kong looked at Xiao Wu and said slowly.
"Why worry." Xiao Wu chuckled. If she were the master of the Immortal Vein, she might be worried, but she is a disciple of the Immortal Vein in the Hedao realm.
Xiao Wu shook his head slightly, how could Qin Changqing be even remotely worrying.
This attitude made Wu Kong frown slightly, and he remembered Qin Xuan's arrogance before.
The supreme Mahayana Immortal Vein...
The majestic Immortal Vein Supreme One actually used the word "district" as the first word in his mouth. He is really arrogant.
"Forget it, if he is defeated, just save him and teach him a lesson!"
"Liaochen came from the stars of the end, and this young man is probably the same. He doesn't know how high the sky is."
Wu Kong murmured in his heart, and raised his hand to stop the other Supreme Masters from Xianchan Buddhist Temple from speaking.
"Xianchan Buddhist Temple, what the hell is going on!"
"The two great immortal veins talk about the power of Zen fighting. How can outsiders be allowed to participate?"
"Hmph, Xianchan Buddhist Temple is getting more and more depressed, and it actually wants to ask outsiders for help."
"Even so, so what? In the realm of Hedao, no one in Xianchan Buddhist Temple can compete with Ning Yu, let alone outsiders."
"When I look at this guy's face, he seems a little familiar. Fenglei Wanwu Sect... Qin Changqing!?"
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent and he stood with his hands behind his back.
In his ears, many words slowly flowed in, but he still didn't hear them.
Qin Xuan looked at Ning Yu calmly, "Do you dare to fight?"
"Donor, this is a place where Buddhism teaches Zen. The benefactor is not a Buddhist, so how can he replace the Immortal Zen Buddhist Temple!" Ning Yu clasped his hands together and gave a slight salute: "I hope the benefactor will stop messing around. It's better to step aside. Two Immortal Veins
The dispute does not allow outsiders to participate.”
Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected. How can we distinguish between Buddhas and non-Buddhas if we are strong or weak?"
"Buddhist cultivation is nothing more than a lineage in the world of cultivation."
"If you don't dare, then admit defeat and I won't do anything!"
Qin Xuan's indifferent words made Ning Yu frown, and the Immortal Vein Supreme of the Mahayana Pure Land and the many disciples even felt a little angry.
"presumptuous!"
Amid the roar, a rumbling sound was heard, and the Supreme Being of the Mahayana Pure Land was about to take action, pressing his palm print like Xumi, towards Qin Xuan.
"That's all!"
Suddenly, a faint voice sounded.
I saw a voice sounding slowly from the highest point of the Zen lecture place in the ancient temple.
The Lord Buddha of the Mahayana Pure Land spoke slowly. He looked like a Maitreya Buddha with a pleasant smile.
"The benefactor is right. Buddhism is also a lineage in the world of cultivation. If the benefactor wants to compete with Ning Yu in Zen, there is no harm in having a test!"
"Ning Yu, the door of Buddhism is wide open and everyone who comes is a guest. How can you be so rude!?"
The voice of the Pure Land Buddha silenced the entire ancient temple.
On the side, a Buddha who was as skinny as a dead tree also spoke slowly, "Forget it, if this person also fails, this time I talk about the power of Zen fighting, our Xianchan Buddhist Temple will be defeated!"
"Temple Master!"
In the Immortal Zen Buddhist Temple, many Immortal Vein Supremes opened their mouths with shock in their eyes.
The master of Xianchan Temple actually left the victory or defeat to an outsider?
He is in the Hedao realm and is not a disciple of Xianchan Buddhist Temple, so how can he represent Xianchan Buddhist Temple.
"Ning Yu's talent is extraordinary. One person has defeated the seven people from our Xianchan Buddhist Temple. He has already lost!"
"It's better to just
It's better to have a false reputation and a temporary high or low, but it makes you unwilling to accept it."
The skinny old monk said slowly: "It seems that our Xianchan Buddhist Temple is indeed not as good as before, and we don't even dare to admit any facts."
There was a hint of coldness and reprimand in these words, which made all the Buddhist disciples of Xianchan Buddhist Temple present feel a chill in their hearts.
"Amitabha!"
Many Buddhist cultivators present also lowered their eyes slightly.
The purpose of the Buddhist grand gathering is to provide training for future generations of disciples, rather than to compete for temporary success.
"Everyone is ready!" Lord Pure Land Buddha also said calmly.
Ning Yu looked at Qin Xuan. Now that the two Immortal Vein Buddha Lords had spoken, what could he say?
"Donor, in this case, you and I talk about Zen..."
"Zen!?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Buddha teaches that all living beings are equal, but the two great immortal veins and tens of thousands of Buddhist gates are divided into ancient temples and monasteries in these three thousand pure lands, and the immortal veins are also located high up."
"What's the use of thousands of Zen, but the strong are respected, and strength is the greatest Zen!"
Ning Yu's expression changed slightly. This was the first time he heard such unreasonable and forceful words, but it was difficult for him to refute them.
It's not that it can't be refuted, but there are too many reasons to refute, but none of them can completely refute the four words "the strong is respected".
"The donor wants to fight with me!" Ning Yu said nothing to Qin Xuan. At this moment, the two major immortal veins and many immortal vein supremes were here. If they made a slight mistake, it would be a huge loss of face.
What's more, Ning Yu didn't think he would lose.
The person in front of him was either any of the geniuses on the Immortal List that he knew, or a direct descendant of the same immortal lineage, or even a genius in the snow. Ning Yu didn't think he would lose.
"Let's do it, no need to talk!" Qin Xuan's voice was indifferent, too lazy to talk nonsense.
He was just trying to save some face for the Xianchan Buddhist Temple, treating it as a favor to take care of Xiao Wu when he had no time to do so.
Ning Yu stared, "Donor, please be careful!"
As soon as the sound fell, a golden footprint appeared under his feet, but his figure had already disappeared.
In Qin Xuan's eyes, Ning Yu had already appeared in front of him.
The clasped palms, the left hand has not moved, but the right hand has already been shot out.
This palm seems to be made of gold, and the vast Buddha power within it is almost condensed to the extreme.
Not only that, there is an "e" seal on the palm of his hand, which suppresses everything. Even Qin Xuan's sea of consciousness is about to be bombarded. If it weren't for the majestic Qingdi Palace in Qin Xuan's sea of consciousness, ordinary Hedao realm experts would lose their consciousness for a moment.
The battle in the Hedao Realm can be decided in an instant.
Qin Xuan's eyes were lingering, and under Ning Yu's slightly surprised gaze, he stretched out a finger without any resistance, and slowly touched it on the palm of his hand.
In an instant, the e-print in the palm of his hand was shattered, and the Buddha's power in the entire palm seemed to be shattered.
Qin Xuan spoke slowly, "This second-level demon-slaying and dragon-suppressing skill is pretty good, but it's a pity..."
As the sound fell, Qin Xuan's fingertips flashed with a wisp of dark thunder.
The power of the Purple Thunder Palm was concentrated in this finger and swept across Ning Yu's body in an instant.
The next moment, Ning Yu felt as if she was hit by the Sumeru Buddha Mountain, and was thrown back a hundred feet. Her feet were like giant hammers hitting the ground, and the ancient temple was roaring.
Qin Xuan slowly put away that finger and stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes as before.
"You are too weak!"
As soon as the sound fell, a trace of blood suddenly spilled from the corner of Ning Yu's mouth.
Those eyes were filled with disbelief.
Even the two great Buddhas couldn't help but have slightly trembling eyes.
The master of Xianchan Temple said slowly: "Xuantian Sect, Purple Thunder Palm!"
"It should be him!"
On the side, the Pure Land Buddha Lord also nodded slightly and slowly spoke out a name.