Since the talks have collapsed, then... we can only take action!
As a cultivator, if you can't rely on reasoning, you can only rely on your fists. Even the so-called "compassionate" Buddhists are the same.
As a result, the atmosphere became depressing.
Leader Yashu and the Buddha looked at each other, their eyes slightly narrowed, with a slight cold light shining.
"Since Your Excellency Buddha said so, I'm afraid there's nothing good we can do tonight. Although the Emerald Buddha Temple is powerful, it is absolutely impossible for us, the Siam Supernatural Alliance, to give up what should be ours. What's more, the Golden Nighthawk is still me.
I plan to give it to my benefactor, and I will get it even at all costs."
Yashu's voice was firm.
The young Buddha from the Jade Buddha Temple also said calmly: "Me too. However, since we are planning to take action, then we don't have to fight to the death for this matter. Why not have a fair and open fight, and the winner will be
, get the Golden Nighthawk.”
good!
Yashu immediately agreed and her expression softened a lot.
In fact, this is also the situation she hopes for. Otherwise, if she really has a grudge with the Jade Buddha Temple, she will probably have a lot of troubles in the future. Now it would be good if everyone uses this method to solve the problem.
She asked: "Then, Buddha, why don't you tell me the rules?"
"It's very simple! You will send out three people, and we will send out three people. Let's compete without hurting each other's lives. Just hit it!"
The Buddha spoke eloquently.
Yashu looked back and nodded: "Then, it will be convenient for me to personally lead Ba Songlun and Zonglavimeng into battle. Basonglun, Zonglavimeng, you two, step forward."
Yes! Leader.
Napa Somlun and Zongravimeng walked to her left and right sides from the team and stood still.
On the other hand, Fozi said to the two middle-aged and thin monks just now: "Azan Zhi, Ruo Prada, you two come out of the station with me."
I obey, Your Highness the Buddha!
The two monks in yellow clasped their hands together and stood beside the Buddha.
Seeing Yashu's eyes scanning the golden lion sitting under him, Buddha said with a smile: "It seems that Leader Yashu is afraid of unfairness? Forget it, I will just come down."
After saying that, he turned over.
As if there was no gravity, the whole person fell to the ground lightly. The golden lion, like an obedient little pet dog, slowly retreated back into the crowd of other monks.
Buddha waved his hand.
call!
A stick of sandalwood flew out from his broad monk's sleeves and stuck it on the hard ground. Then with a soft pop, the stick of sandalwood began to burn, with green smoke curling up and a faint fragrance.
Buddha said in a childish voice that was still slightly immature: "Then, the time of burning the incense is limited. When the sandalwood is burned, regardless of whether one party has defeated the other party, the one with the clear upper hand wins."
Um?
Yashu was slightly startled.
You know, sandalwood is originally a specialty of Southeast Asia. However, using the term "one stick of incense" to calculate the time scale is a unique Chinese custom.
A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Buddha is not from Siam? Are you... from China?"
That’s right!
Buddha nodded: "I am indeed Chinese. But I am also a Buddhist from the Jade Buddha Temple. Does the leader think there is any problem with this?"
nothing……
Yashu shook her head.
However, her benefactor, or master, was also from China! So she was somewhat close to and respected the righteous practitioners of China.
However, the fight still has to be fought!
Yashu's eyes flashed slightly: "Let's do it. Let's compete to see who the golden nighthawk belongs to."
After saying that, she took action!
What Yashu practices is the ancient Siamese witchcraft. It is the witchcraft that has been passed down in Siam since ancient times, and its power cannot be underestimated. When she turned her hand over, a black wooden staff appeared out of nowhere.
Push the ground hard.
boom!
Three clouds of black smoke roared out from where the wooden pile hit the ground, attacking Fozi and the other three people on the opposite side.
And Ba Songlun and Zonglavimon beside her also took action at the same time...
Both of them are magicians, and the spells they practice are slightly different from those of Siamese ancient witches.
Spellcasters are also a unique branch of witchcraft in Southeast Asia. They use some indigenous spells to communicate with certain supernatural beings in the void and gain power. To describe it, it is a bit like a low-end version of a foreign copycat.
The feeling of Maoshan’s summoning magic.
Therefore, the ground where they were standing had black gas coming out, covering their lower bodies. It was as if they had turned into two black poisonous scorpions, and there was a long scorpion tail composed of black gas, which was constantly spraying out.
Poison like arrows.
snort!
Azanzhi snorted coldly, and took action at the same time as Ruopulada. Unlike the Siam Supernatural Alliance, which is a combination of practitioners from different schools, the Jade Buddha Temple itself is equivalent to a sect in China, and all members have the same magic power.
of.
At this moment, they are casting the same spell.
"The Jade Buddha destroys the demon pestle!"
Accompanied by the solemn voice and the complicated Buddhist mudra, light rose from the hands of Azan Chi and Ruo Prada at the same time, turning into two Buddhist pestle sticks, and then suddenly merged into one. The size doubled.
It turned out to be a fusion of spells!
It can be seen that these two people must have a very good relationship and trust each other very much.
The phantom of the golden demon-subduing pestle was more than two feet long. It was powerful and mighty. With just one sweep in the air, it shattered all the spells of Yashu, Basonglun, and Zonglavimeng.
There was a sound of broken glass and a crackling sound. The golden light crushed the black smoke, and at the same time scattered tiny spots of light...
Yashu's expression was indifferent, neither sad nor happy. Black mist rose up from under her feet, and she lifted her body and flew forward. She swept the black wooden staff in her hand!
Boom!
This real black wooden staff immediately exploded the phantom of the demon-subduing pestle formed by condensing mana, and then she followed the black wooden staff and descended from the sky, pointing straight at the about ten-year-old Buddha.
"Big jade glazed sky cover!"
Azanzhi and Ruopulada used their Buddha power again to open an eggshell-shaped golden glass cover.
clang!!!
The tip of the black wooden staff pierced the top of the glass cover, making a metallic impact sound. Light spots flew around, as if a group of fireflies appeared all around.
Yashu held the upper end of the black wooden stick with her right hand, raised her body, and stood upside down. At the same time, she pushed forward with her left hand, and a black palm shadow as big as a millstone flew out.
With a bang, it hit the glass cover.
Click, click, click... cracks have appeared in the glass cover.
In front of them, Basonglun and Zonglavimeng had already rushed forward, clenching their hands into fists - covered with black hair, like thick bear paws. Demonstrating great strength.