I started cultivating immortals from the first level of Qi refining in the city

at the same time.

Wudang Mountain, the scene of the Hundred Ancestors Meeting.

The battle between Fozi Wuji and Ximen Longyin is coming to an end.

"Wuji, I didn't expect that you haven't practiced Buddhism for three years, and your current strength is still so strong."

Ximen Longyin was a little embarrassed, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and smiled softly: "If I give you another three years, I'm afraid I'm really not your match."

"Not only me, but even Wudang Wangye can't bear your Dharma."

"It's a pity, there are no ifs in this world, and you have wasted three years after all."

Ximen Longyin smiled and shook his head, then asked: "Buddha, have you ever regretted wasting three years?"

"Amitabha."

Wuji was also a little embarrassed, clasped his hands together and said: "Longyin benefactor, everything has a cause and effect."

"The poor monk is trapped by love, this is the cause, and his cultivation has stagnated for three years, this is the result."

Wuji said flatly: "If you plant the cause yourself, you have to bear the consequences yourself. There is nothing to regret."

"Ha ha."

Ximen Longyin said: "But, because of this, you missed the No.1 Hundred Schools of Martial Arts, so you really don't have any regrets?"

"none."

Wuji shook his head and said: "Benefactor Longyin, you also obsessively like someone, you should understand this feeling."

"Love makes people blind and crazy. On the road of love, there is no right or wrong, and there is no so-called regret. Everything is the best arrangement."

"Wuji, you are wrong."

Ximen Longyin heard the words, smiled lightly and said: "I only have strength and status in my heart. Regardless of the past, present, or future, what I pursue is firstly unrivaled strength and secondly supreme power."

"As for Lan Miaoyi, hehe, being obsessed with her is just me pretending to confuse the world."

Ximen Longyin said in a low voice: "One cannot be without weaknesses, one cannot be without weaknesses."

"Lan Miaoyi is my weakness in disguise. Hehehe, everyone thinks that I have pursued her for many years and am willing to give up everything for her."

Ximen Longyin shook his head and said with a playful smile: "Unfortunately, in my heart, she is not even as good as a dog."

After finishing speaking, Ximen Longyin looked at Fozi Wuji, wanting to see the expression on the other side.

Originally thought that Wuji would be angry, but who knows, there is no change on Wuji's face.

"Wuji, aren't you angry when you hear these words?" Ximen Longyin asked.

"Amitabha."

Wuji clasped his hands together and said: "The moment the poor monk re-entered the Buddhist gate, his mind was as still as water."

"However, Longyin benefactor, what you said is inappropriate, the poor monk doesn't like it!"

After the words fell, the Dharma around Wuji once again rioted, exuding terrifying power.

The golden Buddha's light, like incomprehensible words one by one, surrounded his whole body, and the air was squeezed and hummed.

"Hehe, Buddha, it seems that you still have Lan Miaoyi in your heart. How can you use the top Buddhist knowledge?"

Ximen Longyin sneered and said, "Let me tell you what is the real Buddhist secret!"

"Great mercy and compassion!"

As the voice fell, Ximen Longyin even used Buddhist methods, and his whole body was filled with golden light.

The majestic and vast Buddha Dharma gathered in his palm, and finally shot out suddenly.

boom!

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Fozi Wuji was slapped off the ring by Ximen Longyin's palm.

He lost.

No one expected that Ximen Longyin would be able to use Buddhist methods, and what he displayed was the top Buddhist technique.

At this moment, the audience in the audience were stunned and could not calm down for a long time.

"The hand of great mercy, it turned out to be the hand of great mercy!"

"Isn't this unique knowledge already lost? Even the many abbots and abbots of Bodhi Mountain don't know how to use it."

"Strange, Ximen Longyin is not from the Buddhist sect, where did he learn the great mercy?"

"It's no wonder that Ximen Fengyun is confident. It turns out that the descendants of Ximen's family have such a trump card!"

"Wang Ye doesn't come out, Dragon Yin is invincible!"

There was a lot of discussion.

On the high seat, Abbot Yuantong was also surprised by the merciful hand.

He could no longer calm down, and even stood up, his eyes fell on Ximen Fengyun, and asked: "Patriarch Ximen, can you explain to the poor monk how it happened, why the descendants of the Ximen family practiced my Bodhi?" Shandu’s lost knowledge, who taught him it?”

"Of course it's me."

Ximen Fengyun met Abbot Yuantong's gaze, and smiled softly: "Abbot Yuantong, don't make a fuss, it's just a martial art, if you want to learn it, I can pass it on to you."

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Yuantong clasped his hands together and said, "Patriarch Ximen, this poor monk doesn't mean that. The poor monk just wants to know, how can you be so merciful?"

"This kind of unique knowledge has been lost in Bodhi Mountain, and no one has practiced it so far." Abbot Yuantong added.

"I was lucky. In the Kunlun Secret Realm, I accidentally obtained the cultivation method of the Great Compassionate Hand."

Ximen Fengyun said generously: "Abbot Yuantong, what I just said is true. If you want to learn it, I can pass it on to you."

"Patriarch Ximen has a heart, but the poor monk is old and will be buried in the loess, so it doesn't make much sense to practice this unique technique."

Abbot Yuantong continued: "However, if Patriarch Ximen really wants to return the great compassion to Mount Puti, he can pass it on to the juniors of Mount Puti. This is a good talk."

On the surface, Yuantong has nothing to do with the world and is indifferent to fame and fortune, but in reality he is a fine person.

He wants to practice the Great Compassionate Hand, but Ximen Fengyun can't teach it to him.

If so, wouldn't Ximen Fengyun be kind to him by bestowing martial arts?

In this way, Abbot Yuantong will never raise his head in front of Ximen Fengyun.

Therefore, he let Ximen Fengyun pass it on to the juniors at Bodhi Mountain, and they can lose everything, not even face.

"This old bald donkey."

Ximen Fengyun naturally saw through Abbot Yuantong's thoughts, but he didn't point it out, but nodded in agreement.

this time.

The on-site referee announced that Ximen Family and Ximen Longyin won.

So far, the top five places have been determined.

Wudang Wangye, the old poison Linyuan, the old gentleman Tiger Wuyou, Su Yang, a descendant of the Su family, and Ximen Longyin.

Originally, according to the schedule, a lottery will be drawn tomorrow to determine one player's bye, and the remaining four players will be drawn to choose their opponents. Those who win the promotion to the top three will be directly eliminated if they lose.

Afterwards, one of the top three players was selected to have a bye, and went directly to the finals to compete for No. 1 in the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts, and the remaining two had a duel.

Basically on the third day, the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts ended completely, and the leader of the ancient martial arts was born.

But with Jun Wuyou, maybe one day earlier.

If it was tomorrow's match, Jun Wuyou would defeat his opponent and advance to the top three.

The day after tomorrow, it will be the championship and runner-up competition.

Because Jun Wuyou said, if he fights again, regardless of whether he wins or loses, he will withdraw from the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts.

Once he wins, enters the top three, and chooses to withdraw, then the other two can directly decide the winner.

Su Yang didn't know this, he was on the plane to Bashan at this time.

Around evening, Su Yang, Ah Li, and Liu Julu came to Bashan, the land of Shu!