Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Chapter 128 Penglai cannot afford to lose

Ning Chuan's face was already a little ugly.

This enlightenment is absolutely extraordinary!
How could ordinary disciples of Dai Tianlong Temple have such profound Arhat breaking sword skills?

On the fighting stage, Xing Wu yelled again, and with his hands, he slashed open the dragon wrapped around his body with the scorching Buddha light.

Bai Zijin gritted his teeth and tried his best to support himself, and his spiritual power surged out like it was free of charge.

The three severed dragons merged together again and turned into three dragons entwining themselves.

The three dragon heads of the three dragons each sprayed out ice cones, torrents, and beams of light, and their dozens of feet of body beat against the turbulent water vapor, causing turbulent waves.

However, Xingwu's body shook, and he jumped up, clasping his hands together and falling in the air.

But he saw a bright red sword energy falling down, and the three dragons instantly shattered into water vapor all over the sky.

Bai Zijin refused to admit defeat, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the whisk in his hand, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and flew out.

I saw the dust flying in Bai Zijin's hand, followed by water vapor all over the sky, as if he was carrying a huge amount of water.

As the whisk swept down, the huge amounts of water vapor roared down.

However, Xingwu resisted the water vapor and went up against the trend, the red sword glow on his palm wavering uncertainly.

As two red lights flashed.

The water vapor in the sky was split open by it.

The fly whisk in Bai Zijin's hand had broken, and Bai Zijin flew backwards. A bone-deep injury spread from his chest to his abdomen.

"Senior Brother Bai!"

All the disciples of Tianhe Dao Sect showed angry expressions on their faces.

Ning Chuan also stared at the fighting stage with a gloomy expression.

"Fellow Taoist Juekong, are you overdue?" Lu Xuanjun looked at Juekong.

In the previous fights, although there were injuries, they were all done to the point where minor injuries were considered over.

Even in the fight between the powerful Dajin Zen Temple and the Penglai Taoist Sect, Chen Yusheng deliberately stepped aside and did not beat He Jing to the point where he could not get up.

But now, Bai Zijin's injury is obviously no longer as simple as a minor injury.

The wound extended from his chest to his lower abdomen. If it hurt his dantian, Bai Zijin would be dead.

Juekong's expression remained unchanged, and he sang the Buddha's name to Ning Chuan: "The donor of Mingdong has achieved enlightenment, and we, Datianlong Temple, are willing to compensate."

Ning Chuan's mouth twitched, looking at the disciples who had rushed out to help Bai Zijin, he said, "Injuries are normal on the fighting stage."

"Our Tianhe Dao Sect has been inherited for thirty-nine thousand eight hundred and sixty-five years. How can we not afford to lose?"

"It's just a battle of wits."

At this time, Bai Zijin had been helped back.

Ning Chuan looked at the injury, fed him an elixir, and used his magic power to heal it.

The several Zifus behind Ningchuan looked angrily in the direction of Datianlong Temple.

Lu Xuanjun suddenly said to Jiang Sheng: "Fellow Taoist Lingyuan, next time, how about you and I have a discussion?"

Jiang Sheng nodded: "That's just right."

After that, Li Changfeng took the stage first.

"Penglai Foundation Building, Li Changfeng, please ask fellow Taoists from Qinghua Taoist Sect for advice."

A foundation.

Lu Xuanjun smiled and nodded: "That's fine."

Soon, Qinghua Dao Sect also took the stage to build a foundation.

After the two bowed, they quickly began to compete.

Li Changfeng controlled the thunder method, turning into thunder balls and shooting them.

The Qinghua Dao Sect's foundation was built with the light of Qingyang.

The two of them were considered the best in foundation building, and their fight was quite exciting.

The foundation building disciples from all sides were naturally very touched by what they saw.

The Jindan Immortals were looking at the five-dimensional cloud bed.

Bai Zijin was seriously injured, and the Arhat's breaking sword almost split his Dantian.

Although the injury was stopped and can be rescued.

But if you want to become a golden elixir in the future, you will have to delay recovery for many years.

There is also little hope for high-grade golden elixirs.

Jiang Sheng looked at Ning Chuan's expression silently. Ning Chuan's reason was not destroyed by anger.

As the true successor of Tianhe Dao Sect, he knew exactly what he should do.

After Li Changfeng fought Bai Laihe with the disciple of Qinghua Dao Sect, Li Changfeng returned victorious.

Jiang Sheng still smiled and praised.

And Lu Xuanjun was not upset because his disciple failed.

The two foundation-building disciples came on stage to fight, which was originally intended by both parties.

Subsequently, the Qinghua Taoist School fought with the Tianhe Taoist School, and the Datianlong Temple and the Dajin Zen Temple also fought.

The fights between these parties were quite exciting. The disciples all showed their skills, but they also advanced and retreated in a moderate manner, and did not push too hard.

Chen Yusheng looked at Xing Wu, who was sitting cross-legged behind Juekong, with a faint fighting spirit.

"You want to challenge Xing Wu?"

Hearing Jiang Sheng speak, Chen Yusheng nodded: "Senior brother, I want to give it a try."

"He is already at the Half-Step Vajra Realm, you can't defeat him." Jiang Sheng told the truth.

"But junior brother will not lose." Chen Yusheng said.

Jiang Sheng fell into silence after hearing this.

As a matter of fact, Chen Yusheng is indeed no match for Xing Wu.

But if Chen Yusheng is pressed down on this, although he has to be obedient, it will also damage Chen Yusheng's competitiveness.

After thinking about it, Jiang Sheng smiled and said, "If you are confident, then go ahead."

"Put your own safety first, don't worry about the short and long term."

Chen Yusheng got the letter, and when the fight was over, he immediately jumped up and landed on the fighting stage.

Seeing the newly victorious Penglai Purple Mansion take the stage again, all forces were prepared to watch a good show.

"Penglai Chen Yusheng, I would like to learn the methods of Datianlong Temple's practicing monks."

Xingwu looked at Juekong.

Juekong nodded expressionlessly.

Xingwu immediately took the stage. After the two parties bowed, Chen Yusheng used his fierce and domineering fire technique.

A fire dragon of more than fifty feet appeared from behind him. Chen Yusheng stepped on the fire dragon and held a spear. Fire clouds rolled around him, and his spiritual energy rose.

Xingwu clasped his hands together, and the bronze color on his body gradually changed to brass color.

As he explored his hands, the red sword glowed unsteadily on his palms.

Chen Yusheng controlled the fire dragon to face Xing Wu, and the fire spell was launched, turning the sky into flaming clouds.

As a spear danced in his hand, the fire dragon rolled and was wrapped in flames. It was as fierce as fire and extremely violent.

And those who practice enlightenment are also moving forward in an unstoppable way, slashing down with both palms, and the sword light pierces the air.

The shadows of guns fill the sky, and the light of swords covers the sky.

Facing the monks who had reached the half-step of the Vajra Realm, Chen Yusheng had a strong momentum, but he gradually fell behind during the fight.

As Xingwu strode forward, his hands continued to chop down, and the Arhat's breaking sword was fully deployed by him, and the red sword light came over like the beginning of the world.

The spear in Chen Yusheng's hand kept dancing, stabbing out phantoms of fire sparrows.

The gun shadows and sword lights continued to collide, and the agitated spiritual power overflowed layer by layer, releasing violent fluctuations.

Faced with Xingwu's forward momentum, Chen Yusheng was obviously at a disadvantage by retreating step by step.

But Jiang Sheng could vaguely see what Chen Yusheng was going to do.

And Juekong obviously noticed it, as his expression fluctuated slightly for the first time.

But seeing Xing Wu approaching step by step, when Chen Yu was unable to retreat, he danced the fire dragon and turned into red flames and came out of the water.

The fifty-foot-long fire dragon roared and rushed towards Xingwu.

Xing Wu's face didn't change: "Don't you know that the poor monk is the best at subduing dragons?"

The sound was like a bell, resounding in this space.

The Arhat Fulong figure behind Xingwu shone brightly, and his whole body swelled to nearly ten feet tall, like a Buddhist King Kong. He put his palms together and slashed out a red sword energy.

The moment the sword energy came into contact with the fire dragon, the fire dragon exploded.

Xing Wu, surrounded by flames, lost track of Chen Yusheng for a while.

When he sensed the sound of breaking wind coming from above his head, Xing Wu did not hesitate to strike several times with his palms in the air.

I saw big golden palms being struck out one after another, extinguishing the flames and driving away the clouds. The sound was like opening the sky.

The King Kong Fu Demon Palm of Daitenryuji Temple.

However, Xingwu continued to strike more than a dozen palms, but he failed to sense Chen Yusheng's Qi.

Realizing that something was wrong, Xingwu lowered his head suddenly, and a eight-foot-long spear was already approaching his heart.

"Bushi, you lose."

"not yet!"

Xingwu pressed down with his left hand, and turned his right hand into a knife to strike out.

Almost within a breath, Chen Yusheng was beaten out by Xing Wu.

"As the poor monk said, the poor monk has not lost yet."

Xingwu clasped his hands together, his expression unchanged.

Jiang Sheng looked at Juekong, who nodded to him, with no sadness or joy on his face.

"Senior Brother True."

"Go and help your senior brother Chen back."

Jiang Sheng's voice was gentle.

Several Penglai disciples quickly got on the fighting stage and helped Chen Yusheng back.

Chen Yusheng was in a state of embarrassment at this time, with a knife mark on his chest continuously overflowing with blood. If he hadn't dodged in time, he might have ended up like Bai Zijin.

Chen Yusheng, who returned to the cloud bed, looked angry: "Brother, he..."

"Who told you to stop?"

Jiang Sheng looked at Chen Yusheng.

"Follow the rules of fighting."

Chen Yusheng explained.

"What fighting rules are my Penglai's, Qinghua's, or Da Tianlong Temple's?"

Jiang Sheng's expression remained unchanged, his face was indifferent.

Chen Yusheng lowered his head and stopped talking.

The surrounding Penglai disciples also lowered their heads.

"If you lose, you lose. Don't let people think that I, Penglai, cannot afford to lose."

As Jiang Sheng spoke, he took out a pill and fed it to Chen Yusheng, while using his magic power to heal Chen Yusheng's injuries.

The fighting meeting is still going on, and various forces from the Central Continent have appeared on the stage.

All six spiritual weapons were finally distributed.

Datianlong Temple got two pieces, Dajin Zen Temple got one piece, Penglai Daozong got one piece, and the remaining three pieces were given to all the forces in the Central Continent.

With the end of the Dharma Fighting Conference, the Golden Elixir Ceremony also ended soon.

Ning Chuan of the Tianhe Dao Sect took the lead in setting off on the journey with his disciples in the Dharma boat.

After Jiang Sheng said goodbye, he also left with his disciples.

After leaving Qinghua Daozong, the atmosphere on the Dharma Ark was a bit dull.

Chen Yusheng is still recovering from his injuries, and several disciples are taking care of him.

Jiang Sheng, on the other hand, went into seclusion for meditation and never showed up.

The Dharma boat of Datianlong Temple flew steadily towards the Western Region above the clouds.

This time Daitenryuji Temple has won consecutively, and it can be said that it stole the show.

Xingwu's performance was extremely brilliant, and he could be called the number one disciple in the next generation.

The Dharma boat was flying, and suddenly Juekong felt something and rushed out of the Dharma boat. The dark gold light on his body shook, and he stretched his hands forward.

I saw a green stream of light roaring towards me, and in an instant the wind and flowing clouds in the sky separated, approaching Juekong with an extremely sharp sword intent.

For a moment, Juekong couldn't help but frown at the terrifying chill.

An Jin grabbed the sword energy with both hands, and the tyrannical force forced Juekong to take three steps back before all his strength was released.

Crushing the sword energy casually, Juekong looked towards the clouds at a distance of twelve thousand feet.

"Why did Lingyuan Donor come?"

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