The young monk looked helplessly at the Taoist priest next to him: "If you keep talking, we will really... Amitabha, sin, sin, sin."
you do not say!
Just as Jiuramos appeared, the first thing the Taoist said was, "Fortunately, it's not one of us Taoists who showed up."
As a result, the next moment, people like Ge Hong showed up.
After Ge Hong left, the Taoist priest said again, "Fortunately, there is no one around."
Ge Hong is here again.
Now you want to say it again?
If he continues to talk like this, I am afraid that the Holy Emperor will want this Taoist priest to "say" it out and side with Lin Ke.
"Have I already perfected my utterances?" The young Taoist priest touched his mouth, a little unbelievable.
So Qi Ye couldn't help but glance at him: "Zhang Wuji, please stop talking."
The Taoist priest named Zhang Wuji immediately nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll shut up."
Li Feiyu, on the other hand, approached Qi Ye and said softly: "Brother Qi, as the saying goes, the enemy does not lose the formation. Now that we have lost the formation, do you want us to rush up and teach him a lesson?"
Although this move is very stupid, it is also the best way Li Feiyu thought of.
Qi Ye slowly shook his head, his eyes met Lin Ke's, and he said: "If you are a humble person, you can defeat him openly and openly."
When Li Feiyu heard this, Xiafei's cheeks were moved by Qi Ye's courage, and he nodded slightly: "I listen to you, Brother Qi."
As the positions on both sides got closer, an invisible atmosphere began to linger.
The war is imminent!
This atmosphere caused many people watching to fall into silence. One by one, they forgot to chat or eat melon seeds, and instead began to watch the big screen nervously.
Finally, Lin Ke walked to the newly built square, and Qi Ye also walked here.
Behind Lin Ke were Butcher Zhang who was wearing an ordinary white coat, Wu Daozi who was wearing ordinary civilian clothes, a tree spirit who was both a boy and a lolita, Chen An who was tall and straight, shopkeeper Tong with a big belly, Bai Zhantang with a mean smile on his face, all wearing heavy makeup.
Matchmakers, prostitutes of Yingying Yanyan...
Behind Qi Ye, there are Taoist priests surrounded by true energy, monks radiant with Buddha's light, Li Feiyu with a cold and murderous face, Confucian scholars wearing Confucian robes, feather fans and scarves, and strong soldiers...
On the one hand, it is glittering with jewels, on the other hand, it is crooked and cracked.
At least that's what it looks like.
At the same time, the audience was already in place.
As if to learn from the basketball baby arena created by Lin Ke, the bench here also shows a certain height.
And the center of the rows of benches is the medium-sized arena.
The two of them walked to the ring as if they had made an appointment long ago.
Qi Shangshu is still outside suppressing the rebellion, so he cannot participate in this competition.
Since Qi Shangshu is not here, Lin Shangshu will naturally not lower his status to preside over the competition.
Of course, they are all paying attention to this game in their own way.
There were two men in the front row of the auditorium.
A man with dark skin wearing a smart suit, his eyes closed tightly, his hands folded across his chest, was sitting straight in his seat.
The other person was wearing a Confucian robe, looking slightly drunk, and holding a wine glass in his hand, from which a steady stream of wine would pour out.
Seeing Lin Ke and Qi Ye arriving, the dark-skinned man suddenly opened his eyes.
A burst of evil energy suddenly burst out.
Literary energy, immortal energy and a lot of other things were immediately excluded.
"What an amazing evil spirit!"
"How many lives have been slaughtered?!"
"Martial King! This is a fifth-level Martial King! And it's still in the middle of the fifth level!"
"Although it's the middle stage, I feel it's comparable to the great scholars and incarnation stages of the same level!"
"This is the commander-in-chief of the Giant Sword Army—Li Po Zhu!"
"The giant sword army led by Qi Shangshu!"
The thoughts of a lot of strong men who were not in the fifth level were rejected, and the remaining strong men were also very surprised.
Giant Sword Army!
In the early days, it was one of the armies under the Holy Emperor that fought in heaven and earth!
"Lin Ke." The man named Li Pozhu walked carefully, came to Lin Ke, and stood still.
"I've seen this general." Lin Ke raised his hand.
"Lin Ke, Qi Shangshu asked you not to lose." After saying that, before Lin Ke could answer, Li Pozhu walked back to his seat, sat down and closed his eyes again.
After he closed his eyes, the shocking evil energy dissipated one after another.
"Haha! Li Pozhu, you will scare the children!" Next to Li Pozhu, the drunken Confucian scholar laughed loudly and waved to Qi Ye: "You too
Don’t lose, Mr. Qi!”
Then he looked at Lin Ke and blinked: "Master Lin, after all, he is your father. You don't want Shangshu Lin to lose to Qi Shangshu in the bet, right?"
What a sinister intention!
This man's words directly put Lin Ke on the opposite side of filial piety.
If Lin Ke wins, doesn't he just want his father to lose?
How can there be such a son in the world?!
Unexpectedly, Lin Ke said calmly at this time: "I hope Lin Shangshu can lose."
Shocking!
In full view of everyone, Lin Ke actually said such unfilial words!
"I am not a foolish and filial person." Lin Ke shook his head and refused to argue with that person: "I don't want Lin Shangshu to lose, and Qi Ye doesn't want Qi Shangshu to lose, so what's the point of competing?"
As he said that, Lin Ke looked at the drunken Confucian scholar: "Do you think everyone is a manipulative person like you? The sage said: Clever words and words are very benevolent. If you suppress me with filial piety like this, even if you win, then you will win.
Aren’t you afraid of the ridicule of the world?”
"Smiling?" The Confucian scholar narrowed his eyes and sat up straight: "You dare to laugh at me?"
"Why don't you dare?" Lin Ke looked indifferent: "If it weren't for the protection of the law, I could kill you in an instant."
As he said that, Lin Ke looked back.
Behind him, there are more than 200 magical phenomena cast on him by more than 200 teachers.
With more than two hundred teachers, it is not difficult to deal with the existence in front of them, which is at most the third level of Confucianism.
Not to mention that Lin Ke also has abilities, and there are still many visions in the Holy Rod that have not been used up.
You can even deal with it by writing some visionary poems.
Therefore, Lin Ke is now a super first-level monk who can cross levels and challenge existences in the second level!
Of course, arithmetic cannot be done like this.
Just as Lin Ke thought before.
I have so many teachers, why should I do it myself?
"Kill me instantly?" The Confucian scholar grinned but said nothing.
At this moment, a figure fell from the sky.
"According to the decree of the Holy Emperor, I will preside over this competition. Do you two have any objections?"
This man was wearing mysterious clothes, with gray hair on his temples and a round face, but he had a feeling of being old.
Eunuch!
This is someone from the palace!
"No objection."
"No objection."
Lin Ke and Qi Ye spoke separately.
Lin Ke's voice was okay, just flat.
Qi Ye's voice had a hint of disgust, directed at the eunuch.
After listening to what the two said, the eunuch nodded: "Then please tell me the rules of this competition."
"This time, Your Majesty saw that two young talents can compete in three civil and military competitions, and they are evenly matched. It is really rare."
"Therefore, this grand event was made public and fifty fifth-level monks were selected to judge whether it was good or bad."
"In the end, the winner will have the qualifications for next year's imperial examination!"