Chapter 38: Vientiane becomes a Buddha, I write this article
First, a shadow punched Duan Chang in the face, making a splash like a small stone dropped into calm water.
Then the ripples spread.
Quanquan is visiting from all directions.
Like a drum, it hit Duan Chang on the face.
To hit someone, you have to slap them in the face. This is what Wang Luo and Zhao Qianshu learned.
Today, Wang Luo is going to use this trick he learned from Zhao Qianshu to get it back from Duan Chang.
It's okay to beat me, but it's because my cultivation is not high and my ability is not enough; but if you beat my little brother, then you have to ask me if Wang Luo's fist is strong.
Duan Chang was first suppressed by Wang Luo's two-finger scissors, and then Wang Luo realized the "afterimage" lineage in the Apocalypse Heart Sutra.
The starting position is to come from all directions!
Use the spiritual power of the whole body to surpass the legs.
Take advantage of the small world and use it flexibly.
Punch to the flesh, pressing hard step by step.
Duan Chang didn't even have a chance to fight back because Wang Luo never breathed a sigh of relief.
After ten smooth breaths, Duan Chang fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground.
There was no health anywhere on his body. His nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He threw himself on the ground like a dog, and his right fingers wriggled slightly. Duan Chang could not understand why he lost, or why the person in front of him, who had just opened his pulse, was so strong.
The crowd of onlookers was silent.
The referee, who didn't react until that moment, announced the winner and the King of Wuling City of Yang State.
A roar spread directly among the crowd.
"Isn't this guy the best at opening pulses? This is too powerful."
Lin Huazhi, who was standing in the crowd, stared at Wang Luo. That man was decisive in love and hate. He was flesh and blood, but he was very annoying.
Lin Huazhi, who couldn't understand, stamped his feet angrily and kicked away a small stone at his feet: "It will be strange if I don't get beaten by others later. Why are you trying to be strong? I just need to admit defeat for that bitch. I have to go on stage."
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According to regulations, after Duan Chang was carried down, a second person would come on.
But when the referee announced whether there was still a challenge, he didn't say anything for a long time.
It’s no wonder that although the person coming on stage now must be the one that thousands of people are looking forward to, he can also make a good show of himself. He can also express himself before entering the sect. But no one can be sure if the person in front of him is himself.
What is the winning rate? It’s better to just draw lots and let nature decide.
It wasn't until the referee made the final announcement and asked if there was no one left that someone slowly raised their hands.
"I, I want to give it a try."
A thin, ordinary-looking man slowly walked out from the crowd.
"Isn't this Jiang Yan from Wenchengzhou, a lay disciple who was expelled from Mobao Temple?"
"A lay disciple is still expelled from the master's sect?"
"I don't know, but I heard that this person is dull and doesn't like to talk, but his realm is all things. It seems that there is a saying about him in Wen Chengzhou, which is called "all things become what he is",,,"
"Everything has become a Buddha, and I have become a Buddha. In fact, I don't understand either,,,," a person next to him interjected, but he actually didn't know what it meant.
Jiang Yan came out, looked at the people who were whispering to each other, looked at them, and then turned to stare at Wang Luo: "I just want to compete with you. I have no other intention. Don't get me wrong."
Wang Luo also said directly: "No misunderstanding."
“Donor, please don’t think too much,,,”
Jiang Yan's words immediately made many people laugh.
"Donor, you can eat meat!" one of them joked.
Jiang Yan was honest. He turned around and said, "I am a lay disciple, but I can eat meat and drink wine."
The man smiled and shook his head: "Boring, boring."
"Punch!" Wang Luo didn't hesitate.
"Donor, please come first!" Jiang Yan saluted with one hand.
Wang Luo was too lazy to talk nonsense, Xiaotiandi had not withdrawn until now. Taking advantage of Xiaotiandi, he split the world with one foot and fell from the sky. He tried to solve Jiang Yan with one move.
Jiang Yan didn't dodge even where he was. It wasn't until the battle started that his eyes started to flicker.
Got a little bit of a look.
Jiang Yan looked at the sky and stood still.
The moment Wang Luo's whip struck, Jiang Yan used his right hand to move the water and used his skill to push it away.
"Donor, you are strong and powerful!" Jiang Yan said calmly.
"Monk, you can talk a lot in a fight." Wang Luo responded. He just didn't restrain his hands and made the world a lot smaller.
Ever since he came to Tai'an Sect, Wang Luo felt that his little world was somewhat different, but Wang Luo couldn't explain the specific differences.
Maybe the scope has become larger?
Wang Luo thought about it, this wasn't right either.
After being compressed for a certain distance, the spiritual power in the small world was compressed to an even greater extent.
So with abundant spiritual energy, Wang Luo has an innate advantage. Both in terms of speed and strength, he is much stronger.
Wang Luo knew from the beginning that those who appeared later were definitely not good, so from the beginning, Wang Luo did not hide his strength.
The moment Jiang Yan pushed Wang Luo's right leg away, Wang Luo pinched his fingers with both hands and the small world pointer scrolled.
The door is closed, the mirror is open!
But Wang Luo felt a thump in his heart, and the monk also frowned.
This mirror flower and water moon actually has no effect on this monk?
This guy opposite can actually reverse the spiritual power of heaven and earth?
The two of them thought of it almost at the same time.
Wang Luo didn't hesitate, and the stone hammer suddenly appeared in his right hand, with several inches of thunder and lightning in it.
While meditating, the clouds above me seem to be feeling something.
The moment Wang Luo hit it, the monk smiled and pushed his palm out.
"Buddha's seal is boundless!" Jiang Yan roared.
In mid-air, from top to bottom, there was a spiritual power that was like a palm print.
Like a big mountain shaking, pushing it down towards the king.
The stone hammer in Wang Luo's hand was no match for him.
Wang Luo didn't show any weakness. The moment Jiang Yan pushed his palm out, Wang Luo slapped his palm on the ground. Half an inch of land on the trial ground was forcibly pulled up and headed towards the Buddha Seal. After all, Fo Yin was the winner.
In one move, the land was shattered into countless pieces.
There were many people around who quickly retreated upon seeing this, for fear of threatening themselves.
Jiang Yan jumped up and jumped over his Buddha Seal in mid-air.
"Donor, how can you do this just with the help of external force? I don't think the donor's fist is that strong," Jiang Yan said.
Jiang Yan jumped through the air with the Buddha Seal in front of him, but the Buddha Seal behind him actually pushed Jiang Yan forward step by step.
The flooded river is like a fish in the water, coming and going freely and very quickly.
A set of combined punches was delivered, heading towards Wang Luo.
Bai Ye, who was watching in the crowd, stared straight-eyed: "Is there such a way to fight? Using one's own spiritual power as a barrier, one can block the world. With no sight ahead, one can kill thousands of armies."
Wang Luo stood there, looking at Jiang Yan who was moving forward inexorably.
Just like when I left Wuling City that day, I saw the waves of Lianghaidao.
Wave after wave, stacking up to a thousand stories high.
The momentum is so spectacular that one cannot move his feet from the ground.