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Chapter 505: The struggle of luck between Taoism and Confucianism, the situation of the small Xumi world, and Chu Wujiang's opponent (7.5k)

The lottery method seems fair and reasonable.

The leaders of the three holy places each injected magic power into the huge copper ball. The different magic powers of the three, when combined, would cause the token to fly out.

These flying tokens will be captured by the 6,400 young talents present, and no one can be sure which number card they have got.

The Taoist sect once believed that the Confucian sect would tamper with the token, or hire a master of the soul to ambush and lock the token.

Unexpectedly, the Confucian school is more skilled and intends to use the luck to stimulate the warriors to have a feeling, which token should I choose.

The theory of luck is very mysterious.

Even if a Taoist genius deliberately avoids choosing a token on a whim, it will backfire.

This mysterious feeling is that Hongfu Qitian deliberately guides his opponents to choose the most suitable token.

Cui Weiyang integrated into the fortune of Confucianism, stimulated powerful fortune, and poured it into the copper ball, while Chu Wujiang followed closely behind, stimulating his own fortune.

The fortunes of both sides began to compete fiercely.

Mr. Molin's expression changed slightly, then he relaxed a little and whispered:
[Master Qingyuan, where did you get the help from? 】

[This doesn’t seem like good fortune for the Taoist sect.]

The leader of Qingyuan clan smiled and said:
[The old Taoist is just an old man, how can there be any good fortune? ]

[Mr. Molin is too aggressive, be careful of the decline. 】

Mr. Molin snorted coldly and said:

[When our dynasty was at its peak, we expanded our territory thousands of miles outward, and it is still an important line of defense for the north. ]

[If you don’t expand when you are prosperous, you won’t have the savings to deal with famine when you are declining.]

Sect Master Qingyuan would like to advise Mr. Molin not to think about doing things to the extreme.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Molin asked back.

If you don't expand now, what will you do when your descendants are not capable enough?

When things are full, they will eventually diminish; when things are prosperous, they will eventually decline; this is the law of nature.

But Mr. Molin is not afraid. He believes that each generation has its own mission.

Now that he is leading the Confucian school, he must expand it vigorously, become stronger vigorously, and achieve a state of great unification, so that the fortune of the Confucian school will be transformed and promoted to golden fortune.

Master Qing Yuan understood now and whispered:

【It turns out that you are already prepared. 】

Mr. Molin said in a deep voice:
【The sage once said: When it comes to benevolence, do not yield to your teacher. 】

[When the Confucian School reaches its peak, there is a chance that a person of the Heavenly Fate Realm will be born.]

[Every five hundred years, a king will emerge. Now that the demon age is getting more and more intense, a new Destiny Realm will naturally emerge to open up a new path for the human race.]

[In this era of great strife, if we want to make the human race worry, a saint must be born. ]

Mr. Molin has his own plans for the development, prosperity, and future path of Confucianism.

A saint was born, Confucianism was the only doctrine respected, the destiny appeared, and the devil's tide was resisted.

This is the Confucian idea.

Master Qing Yuan snorted coldly:
【As long as the saints die, thieves will continue. 】

[The Confucian school's push for a sage to come to the world will only backfire, as the world already has a sage who is destined to be born.]

Mr. Molin also sneered:
[If the Daoists want to force the King of Qin to rule the world with his power, they should stop talking about the words of saints.]

The two of them seemed friendly on the surface, but in fact each of them used their enormous magical power, causing the magical power to surge. As for the abbot of Mahayana Temple, he had a bitter face and pretended to add some magical power so as not to let the two sides target him.

You are going too far.

Is it necessary to decide one between life and death?

Buddhism’s attitude is almost the same as Chu Wujiang’s.

Buddhism hopes that the two sides will fight, but does not want both sides to suffer losses.

No matter who wins or loses, Buddhism will be the next prey.

Puji could only wait and see.

The competition of magical powers between the two caused the tokens in the square to vibrate. While the two sides were chatting, they mobilized the fortunes of Taoism and Confucianism to confront each other.

It was obvious that Mr. Molin had the upper hand.

Over the years, Confucian schools have continuously invested in education, expanded the number of private schools, and used the imperial examination system to select talents from all over the world, and the number of scholars has increased significantly.

Under such circumstances, the probability of the emergence of talent echelons and geniuses from poor families is greatly increased.

Although compared with aristocratic families, martial arts sects, and holy places, the height of these talents is not enough, but the breadth has already laid a solid foundation.

For example, the Chu family's retainers included children from aristocratic families who came here in search of a way out.

Not to mention that there are at least two saint-level figures in Confucianism now, Mr. Molin and Fang Xiaoran.

With the blessing of two silver fortunes, the leader of Qingyuan Sect had to temporarily avoid the limelight.

Cui Weiyang relied on the fortune of Confucianism to suppress it.

Chu Wujiang was slightly behind, but he maintained the balance and prevented the Taoist's fortune from collapsing.

[Ms. Cui, please don't use too much force. ]

Cui Weiyang objected:

[No, Champion, please be more forceful.]

[Don't be afraid of hurting this little girl.]

why?
This way it looks real.

Chu Wujiang immediately agreed and said:

【it is good! 】

The two people's fortunes collided, and although the Confucian school had the upper hand, Chu Wujiang gathered the women's fortunes and used them all to stimulate his gambling luck.

That’s right, Chu Wujiang also has the three fortunes of [strong luck], [lucky luck] and [gambling devil].

Gambling luck can always affect probability.

Chu Wujiang decisively injected dragon energy into the gambling luck, turning the gambling luck into a sharp sword, stabbing at the luck of the Confucian school.

The Confucians were too greedy and tried to influence too much fortune at once.

Chu Wujiang is going to cut it all off.

puff!
Cui Weiyang, the future star of Confucianism, had a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

not good!

Mo Lin felt something was wrong and immediately reminded:

[Weiyang, you should reduce the impact immediately. It’s okay to give in a little.]

Cui Weiyang's lips curled up slightly, and then he said seriously:

[Yes, Master! ]

As the Confucianist's luck faded, Mr. Molin's eyes suddenly became sharp as he looked towards Abbot Puji.

What do you think I am doing?
Abbot Puji looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, with a look that was unaffected by any wind.

[Abbot, we once agreed to cooperate on the matter of the Saint of Martial Fortune.]

[Why did you help the Dao Sect this time? 】

This is not to say that Mr. Molin wronged the Mahayana Temple. Abbot Puji did put in a little effort to get the sons of fortune in Buddhism to secretly provide help to Taoism.

Abbot Puji chanted a Buddhist name:
【Amitabha! 】

[The layman has misunderstood me. I am just worried that the competition between the two of you might hurt the young talents in front of us.]

[They come from all corners of the country, from all major sects and martial arts schools. Each one of them is very valuable and should not be manipulated as pawns.]

【This competition is decided by God, not us. 】

The Military Academy in Tianjin selected 6,400 contestants, each of whom was a master in the Yuandan realm, and there were even strong men in the Yuanling realm.

Each one of them is considered the foundation of the human race and the seeds for dealing with disasters in the future. Abbot Puji brought out this great cause and tried to convince Mr. Molin.

Mr. Molin was not angry either. The Confucian school defeated the Taoist school in one breath, and the Buddhist school would definitely be worried.

Everyone knows that after the fight, it's your turn next.

The three powers are in a tripod and check and balance each other.

Mr. Molin said in a deep voice:
[The abbot's words are too serious. I am also thinking about the human race.]

[Since the abbot has said so, I will take a step back for now.]

Just as Master Qingyuan and Abbot Puji were about to breathe a sigh of relief, a huge amount of dragon energy suddenly joined the battlefield and supported the fortune of the Confucian school.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has taken action.

No, it's not just His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, there are also Prince Yusheng, Prince Zhaowu, Princess Qionghua and others. These new generations of the royal family who are afraid of their older brothers and sisters choose to stand on the side of Confucianism.

There has always been a dilemma before His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

First, he can only rely on Confucianism to have any hope of fighting against His Royal Highness the King of Qin.

Second, the Confucian plan will lead to the weakening of imperial power.

Between two evils, he had to choose the lesser one. Only if the Confucianists won, he would have hope to use the imperial power and the dragon veins to weaken the Confucianists again.

Therefore, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had already discussed with the Confucian school and would make use of the good fortune of the princes and princesses to allow the Confucian school to gain more this time.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does not want the Confucians to win, but he hopes that the Confucians will win. Now that both sides are in a stalemate, it is a good opportunity to join the battlefield.

Boom!
The fortunes of both sides turned into two giant dragons, competing against each other.

Chu Wujiang once asked the headmaster of Qingyuan why he didn't ask the Duke of Zhenguo for help, and the headmaster of Qingyuan said helplessly:

"The fate of the Duke of Zhenguo must suppress the curse of Emperor Wu, as well as the fate of the six Dukes' Mansions, to prevent them from being harmed by Emperor Wu."

"Besides that, the Duke of Zhenguo has no interest in this kind of dispute."

The two sides began to wrestle. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince hoped that the Confucian school could win 75% and the remaining 25% so that the Taoist school would not lose too badly.

Everyone has ulterior motives in this struggle for fate.

Then His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was shocked.

[What kind of luck is this? ]

In his eyes, he saw two huge fortunes competing with each other. The Taoist fortune was slightly weaker, as if it was about to be defeated by the Confucian sect.

However, when the luck of the Confucian school was reduced to more than 60%, it could no longer move at all, like an iron wall.

Although the prince's joining the battlefield was beyond Chu Wujiang's expectations.

But it's okay.

If you want to compete with me in luck, you have chosen the wrong opponent.

Chu Wujiang activated his seven-orifice exquisite heart and skillfully controlled the fortunes of both sides in the confrontation, neither more nor less.

I will add as much as you add.

Cui Weiyang's face turned red. Even if she relied on the fortune of the Confucian school and even the help of the princes, she still couldn't defeat Chu Wujiang.

Chu Wujiang chuckled and said:

[Ms. Cui, do you still want to compete? ]

Cui Weiyang, the operator of Confucianism's fortune, finally couldn't help but say:
[Marquis Guanjun, how much luck do you have? ]

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

[No more, no less, just a little more than you. ]

Cui Weiyang had no choice but to continue acting as planned.

There was a boom.

The luck of both parties exploded and they each took a step back.

The warriors in the square finally saw the light mist of the token dissipate, revealing their numbers.

Card 1, Card 2, and so on.

Mr. Mo Lin's face changed slightly. Although the Confucian school won part of the battle, it did not win all of it, which was equivalent to a loss in Mr. Mo Lin's eyes.

He immediately asked back:

[Master Qing Yuan, where did you get this helper from? ]

Chu Wujiang's luck was given by Qingyuan Zhenren, and he did not use any sensitive luck, so Molin Jushi could not guess his true identity.

He could only control his emotions.

Qing Yuan Zhenren smiled and said:

[There is a saying in Confucianism: Those who are in the right path will have many supporters, while those who are in the wrong path will have few supporters.]

[No one wants Confucianism to dominate, right? ]

Mr. Molin did not continue to pester him and nodded.

[The Dao Sect is indeed powerful. I am just too complacent.]

The leader of Qingyuan Sect did not mock, but said seriously:
【Each other, each other.】

Confucianism has been preparing for this event for many years. Even a small setback cannot stop the progress of Confucianism.

Mr. Molin nodded and said:
【let's start. 】

Mr. Molin let go of the copper ball and stopped inputting magic power. Sect Leader Qingyuan also stopped while he was ahead.

This Confucian leader is not so easy to deal with.

The reason why the Confucian school can have such good fortune is that since Mr. Mo Lin became the leader, he has continuously invested money in education and encouraged local gentry to create a situation where education is a source of pride, thus accumulating a strong momentum.

Chu Wujiang took the token and saw the word "Nine Nine" appearing on it.

The three holy places have produced nearly ten thousand tokens in total. These tokens are randomly distributed to warriors. As long as they have the tokens, they can pass through the [Sumeru Gate] and enter the Buddhist world.

That’s right, due to the war between Taoism and Confucianism, the host this time is actually Mahayana Temple.

Abbot Puji coughed and said:

"Everyone, please listen to what I have to say."

All the talented people held their breath and listened to the speech of the leader of the holy land.

Abbot Puji shook his sleeves and threw out two wide doors. The doors were open, but one could not see the other side, only a bottomless darkness.

As everyone was guessing secretly, they heard the abbot introduce:
"The gates of Sumeru here have one for entering and one for exiting. It is difficult to breathe through the small Sumeru world of Buddhism. The vital energy is scarce. It is easy for warriors to lose their vital energy and it is difficult to replenish it. At the same time, it is desolate and there is no grass."

"Except for some iron ore, there is nothing else of value. It is empty and lonely."

"So the three religions joined forces to set up a martial arts arena in the Small Xumi Realm, and the Taoist sect provided yellow turban warriors to protect it."

"You can inject your vitality into the token."

Upon hearing this, everyone present injected their vital energy. At this time, Abbot Puji added:
"Your Highness the Crown Prince has not finished speaking. This token will automatically protect you and leave the competition venue if you input your vital energy into it when your life is in danger."

"If the token is broken, the protective shield will be activated to send the loser out of the Small Xumi Realm."

Every one of the talents who can pass the selection this time is an elite of the human race. A huge amount of elixirs have been invested in their growth experience, so it is impossible for them to die at will.

Therefore, the imperial court made great efforts to create secret treasures to protect them.

Abbot Puji continued:
"In addition, I would like to emphasize that malicious killing of an opponent will result in direct disqualification from the competition, and may even be handed over to the Ministry of Justice for punishment."

"Everyone, don't take any chances."

The competition held by the three holy places is a grand event of righteousness. How could they allow killing people at will?

Once someone dies, the party at fault will be dealt with most severely.

Everyone shouted quickly: "We dare not."

After Abbot Puji finished his explanation, he looked at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, indicating that he had finished his explanation.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince coughed and said:

"Now the game begins."

"You can all pass through the Sumeru Gate one by one and go to the Small Sumeru Realm."

"As long as you win before sunset, you can participate in the next game for seven consecutive days."

Everyone responded in unison:
"I'll obey!"

"Long live His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Long ...

At this time, young talents from hundreds of states across the world poured into the Gate of Sumeru like a stream and disappeared on the spot.

They all went to the Small Xumi Realm to compete.

The guards around Chu Wujiang, including Huo Wenxuan, Hong Tao, Lu Ce and others, couldn't help but ask:

"My Lord, when are we going in?"

Huo Wenxuan took the initiative to ask:

"Brother-in-law, I can't make it to the top 100, so why don't I go explore the way."

What does the Small Xumi Realm look like and what is the reaction of the Yuanqi Forbidden Land.

These will affect the outcome of the competition.

Huo Wenxuan immediately volunteered, and Hong Tao and Lu Ce also made the same suggestion.

They felt that entering the preliminaries was their limit. If they met a true genius, they would not be able to win. If they were lucky, they could advance to two more rounds.

Chu Wujiang looked at the excited crowd and shook his head:
"Don't worry, let's wait and see."

"It ends only when the sun sets. You see, the smart people are waiting for others to explore the way."

The people on the square were not arranged in a neat row. The disciples from the big sects and big forces gathered together and discussed countermeasures. For example, those with poor martial arts skills entered the [Small Xumi Realm] in advance to pave the way for other brothers.

In the small world of Buddhism, who knows if there will be danger.

Only those hot-blooded lone wolves would go straight to the arena without gathering any intelligence.

Soon, a pale-faced young man came out from the Xumi Realm.

Everyone gathered around him and asked him about the result of the game. Someone asked:
"Young man, how come you came out so quickly?"

"Could it be that we have met an opponent?"

As a result, the young man turned pale, saluted and shouted:
"Farewell!"

He ran away as if in a panic.

His opponent, a rich young man in gorgeous clothes, walked out with a smile. At this time, the Xumi Gate actually made a sound:
"Number 1900, Yinzhou Shen Zhaofeng, wins!"

Everyone gathered around immediately, including Li Zui, a reporter from Champion Daily. Li Zui quickly shouted:

"Mr. Shen, how did you win?"

"Are you from the Shen family of Yinzhou?"

"What does the Small Xumi Realm look like? Are there any precautions?"

Li Zui participated in the competition himself, but he was not in a hurry to enter the venue. Instead, he acted as a reporter and interviewed every contestant.

Shen Zhaofeng showed a mysterious smile and nodded:

"It was just a fluke."

"Farewell!"

Shen Zhaofeng had great skills. He pushed everyone away and left with a smile.

The entire square was in chaos, and Lord Qian, the Jingzhao Yin who was in charge of order, quickly shouted:
"quiet!"

"Do you know where this is?"

"Anyone who makes noise again will be disqualified from the competition."

The people in the square then stopped asking loudly and began to use secret techniques to communicate with each other in whispers, and were willing to spend money to buy information.

There were too many people entering at the beginning, so there were quite a lot of matches formed. In addition, the strength gap between the warriors was huge, so more and more people were eliminated at the exit.

Soon, information about the Small Xumi Realm spread.

Chu Wujiang carefully observed the warriors coming out of the Xumi Realm. Some of them had flushed faces, some had unstable breathing, and some held their heads high and chests puffed out.

But there are traces of using fetal breathing.

Chu Wujiang analyzed as he watched:
"Wenxuan, Lu Ce, Hong Tao, pay attention to the people who have come out. Their faces are a little flushed, like the sequelae of intense exercise with fetal breathing."

"Abbot Puji said that in the Small Xumi Realm, it is almost impossible to breathe."

"You guys do some adaptive training here first."

Huo Wenxuan and others quickly replied:
"Yes, Lord Marquis!"

Upon hearing this, everyone started to prepare.

Chu Wujiang observed the returning warriors and signaled his men to go and investigate. Sure enough, the information collected was consistent with Chu Wujiang's speculation.

Those warriors who suffered a crushing defeat all claimed that there was something wrong with the competition scene.

When they first entered the arena, they were completely unable to breathe. A normal person would die very quickly in such an environment.

Warriors in the Yuandan realm will also suffer some damage.

The eyes, eardrums and other vulnerable parts of the body were suddenly damaged, catching them off guard.

A young man who came out said indignantly:

"The Mahayana Temple is too much."

"That place is not suitable for humans. I used Qinggong but was not able to fly as high as usual, which allowed the opponent to find the gap and defeat me in one move."

Chu Wujiang suddenly understood what the Small Xumi Realm was.

First, a calamity-enhanced soul can explore the small world and travel back and forth at will.

Second, the gravity of the Small Sumeru Realm is different from that of this world.

Third, the Small Xumi Realm is a forbidden area of ​​vital energy, where no grass grows.

To sum up, Chu Wujiang came to a surprising conclusion.

[Could it be that this small Xumi world is on another planet? ]

[The environment there is harsh, there is no air, and warriors need to fight in such a harsh environment. ]

[Therefore, most young men will complain about the bad environment after they fail. ]

[A warrior in the Yuan Dan realm is already a superman, so he can withstand the harsh environment of outer space and continue to fight. ]

There were not so many contestants in the three holy places before, so there was naturally no need to use the Small Xumi Realm for the competition. This was the first time that such a wide and numerous competition had taken place.

Chu Wujiang was analyzing the situation outside, while the leaders of the Holy Land noticed something was wrong. True Man Qing Yuan said in a deep voice:

"Abbot, Layman, this is not right."

"They are aware of the harsh environment of the Small Xumi Realm, and they seem to be planning to delay time and then enter the Small Xumi Realm to gain an advantage."

Chu Wujiang is not the only smart person.

A small number of contestants could not guess that the Small Xumi Realm was a planet in the universe. Both the gravity and the air were completely different from the environment here.

But it does not prevent them from taking advantage of the harsh environment and exhausting their opponents.

These people include, but are not limited to, Wang Ren, Zhan Xiedao and so on.

Because the matching is completed once the warrior gets the token.

For example, contestant number one has already been determined to compete against contestant number one thousand.

If someone deliberately avoids entering the Small Sumeru Realm, they can gain a huge advantage by delaying time.

The competition had already begun when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince announced the start.

Abbot Puji's face also changed. This was the first time they had held such a large-scale competition, so it was normal for the competition to have loopholes. He quickly stood up and shouted:
"Everyone, don't play such tricks."

"Any warrior who fails to enter the Small Xumi Realm within a quarter of an hour will be disqualified!"

Mo Lin Jushi also maintained the dignity of a leader. He looked at Sima Ying, Lu Jing, Li Hao and others, and said in a deep voice:
"Yes, I will never tolerate this even if they are from the academy."

Now Sima Ying and others could no longer use such clever tricks to exhaust their opponents, and they all began to rush towards the Sumeru Gate.

Chu Wujiang's plan was thus disrupted.

He had originally planned to send his subordinates to get the first-line intelligence, but the leaders of the Holy Land patched the problem very quickly. Chu Wujiang could only tell everyone:

"No game is more important than life."

"If you encounter an opponent you cannot defeat, don't fight back."

"Yes, Lord Marquis!"

The people from the Chu Mansion walked into the Sumeru Gate one by one, and Chu Wujiang marked each of them.

As a result, once they entered the Gate of Sumeru, the connection was cut off.

It seemed as if there was an invisible force blocking all of this.

Could it be that space is too far away, making communication impossible?

Chu Wujiang was analyzing as usual. At this time, Wang Ren, the peerless genius of Yuanji Academy, came over with two wine gourds and said with a smile:

"Champion Marquis, how about we have a drink?"

"When we go to the Small Xumi Realm later, we won't be able to drink. We will have to fight for a long time."

Chu Wujiang took the wine gourd, drank it all in one gulp without any doubt, and exclaimed:

"Good wine!"

However, after Chu Wujiang finished drinking, he couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Wang hasn't entered yet, how do you know it will take a long time?"

Chu Wujiang didn't even know who his opponent was.

Wang Ren smiled and said:
"intuition."

"Wang's opponent should be the Taoist Zhenyi."

"His Tai Chi body is too tough. It can dissolve all attacks. Anything that can attack his body will be dissolved."

"I can't kill him with one sword now. I can only delay him for a while and kill him after gathering my energy."

"This kind of competition is really boring. It would be better if I met the Marquis from the beginning."

The strongest geniuses of the two sects will decide the winner in the first round.

But he found it very boring because the outcome was already determined.

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"There will be a chance."

Wang Ren shook his head and said:
"No, sir."

"I won't meet the Marquis again in this competition."

“Even if it’s the final, I’ll give up.”

It turned out to be the case.

This time, Wang Ren will not fight with Chu Wujiang again, because this will undoubtedly lead to defeat, which will only weaken the Confucian school's winning fortunes.

Therefore, the academy would order him not to fight with Chu Wujiang.

Wang Ren felt a little disappointed and took the opportunity to come over for a drink, but this was not the sensation he wanted.

Chu Wujiang immediately took out a soul seal, threw it to Wang Ren and said:

"Brother Wang, if you want to compete, I will be waiting for you at any time."

Wang Ren then smiled and said:

"My Lord, don't lose."

Of course he wasn't talking about this game.

But he was talking about Fang Xiaoran.

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:
"It's natural."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them laughed at the same time and walked into the Gate of Sumeru.

……

Small Sumeru Realm
The gravity is about 1.5 times that of the Blue Star.

There was no air, no energy, not a trace of vegetation, and no signs of life.

The sun was blazing.

The temperature here is much higher than that of Tianzhou. If a mortal comes here, he will turn into a mummy in just a few moments. Only the warriors in the Yuandan realm who use Yuan Qi to wrap their whole body can survive.

The only good thing is that the ground here is solid enough to accommodate warriors' crazy fights.

The Mahayana Temple built a canopy here, and a yellow-turbaned warrior was shouting:

"The competition has not started yet. The contestants can rest in the pavilion."

"Everywhere within a radius of 300 miles is a fighting arena."

"Leaving the arena will be considered a failure."

Chu Wujiang was not in a hurry to rest. He first tried to locate the space and soon found a sense of isolation.

It is obvious that the Buddhist sect deliberately used a formation to prevent other souls from accidentally entering their own forbidden area.

He couldn't help but analyze:
[Even a normal one-tribulation soul cannot find this place through teleportation. ]

[But I have the ability to soar across the world, so I can come and go as I please. There may be some treasures here, and I can come and look for them in the future.]

[The environment here is very harsh, but it is very suitable for encirclement and suppression. ]

[The three holy places chose this place, probably with the intention of destroying the nine evil spirits. ]

The more Chu Wujiang looked at it, the more he felt that this was a treasure trove of murder and robbery.

Before Chu Wujiang's opponent arrived, he flew into the sky and observed the surrounding environment.

He discovered that the Small Sumeru Realm had two characteristics.

One is big, the other is empty.

Chu Wujiang looked around and didn't see any other opponents. It was obvious that Buddhism had left enough space for everyone to compete.

Three hundred miles, a martial arts arena.

Only the Holy Land could do such a thing.

Just when Chu Wujiang was about to explore further, his duel opponent finally appeared.

The Sumeru Gate cooperated with the token to select a location and sent her to Chu Wujiang. She was a little girl.

You surrender.

Chu Wujiang was about to say something to persuade him when he saw a familiar little ghost.

"Brother Chu, is that you?"

Fang Yiran, the youngest daughter of the Prime Minister, turned out to be Chu Wujiang's first opponent.

How do you choose this?

(End of this chapter)