Peerless Headmaster

Chapter 632 The Lion's Roar

Monk Huiheng was undoubtedly the most surprised one. He could hardly believe that there was such a thick aura in Ning Heng's body.

Obviously, the move just now should have exhausted all of Ning Heng's aura, and even if there is any remaining aura, it should be very rare.

But now Ning Heng, where does he seem to be lacking in spiritual energy?It's as vigorous as it needs to be, and it doesn't look like it has consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

Monk Huiheng's eyes were full of surprise. He had consumed a lot of Buddhist power. Although it was not lacking, it did affect his condition.

However, Ning Heng's aura was still so strong that Monk Huiheng felt a little uncertain. He felt that Ning Heng was bluffing, but the aura around Ning Heng did not seem to be strong.

"We must try his details." Monk Hui Heng thought to himself, suddenly blasted out a palm, and suddenly the golden light illuminated the entire martial field, a huge golden palm descended from the sky, accompanied by the sound of the Buddha's Sanskrit chanting.

This palm is full of power, and the sound of Sanskrit singing that comes with the golden palm seems to be able to disturb people's minds.

When Ning Heng heard this strange Sanskrit singing, he felt dizzy for a while, but this feeling was only fleeting and did not affect Ning Heng much.

Facing the fallen Haoran golden palm, Ning Heng circulated his spiritual energy and punched out, shaking the golden palm print hard.

The next moment, the giant golden palm shattered inch by inch!

Monk Huiheng's eyelids twitched wildly when he saw this, and he became more and more sure that Ning Heng was not just pretending, but was really full of aura.

"How did this happen?" Monk Huiheng couldn't believe it, but he didn't have time to worry about this kind of thing right now. He wanted to try his best to defeat Ning Heng, protect the face of Buddhism, and get back the cultivation of the three gods. Law.

"The outcome of this battle is unpredictable." Han Jingkun who was standing outside the martial field said indifferently.

Murong Chan who was on the side nodded when she heard the words: "From now on, the outcome is indeed uncertain, but I am sure that Ning Heng will win."

Han Jingkun didn't respond, and seemed to be looking at Ning Heng in the martial field.

"This guy's martial arts is so good." Shang Zhiyue praised Ning Heng very rarely.

Murongchan laughed as soon as she heard it: "Sister Zhiyue finally thinks that Ning Heng is extraordinary?"

Shang Zhiyue snorted: "I just think the martial arts he just displayed is very powerful, and there is no other meaning."

Murong Chan pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "Sister Zhiyue rarely praises someone, so don't be duplicity."

Shang Zhiyue pursed her lips and did not speak. In fact, after witnessing Ning Heng's strength with her own eyes, although Shang Zhiyue still maintained an arrogant posture, she had actually changed her mind towards Ning Heng in her heart.

Luo Qiushan stood there without saying a word, his face was very calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if he was not very interested in this contest.

And the students of Xuanzi Academy on the opposite side are also discussing the strength shown by Ning Heng at this moment.

"This Ning Heng is indeed a bit powerful."

"Hui Heng's cultivation is so much better than Ning Heng's, and he still can't take advantage of it."

"If the two are at the same level of cultivation, I'm afraid..."

"Even if this person comes to our Xuanzi Academy, he can occupy a place among the many students."

"Ahem, anyway, I'm sure I can't beat him."

"I'm afraid that apart from those celebrities in the realm of Shenyuan, no one can suppress him."

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And in a tall building that no one can see, two pairs of eyes are watching the contest in the martial field at the same time.

There are two people in the tall building, one old and one young. The old man is wearing a purple robe with a dignified face. He is the current head of the Diziyuan.

And that young man was a woman, dressed in purple, with a tall and graceful figure, she was Zi'er, one of the maidservants beside the Empress of the Red Dust.

"Old man, what do you think of this Ning?" Zi'er sat lazily on the fence and asked the old man in purple robe standing beside him.

The purple-robed old man said indifferently: "The aptitude is good, and the strength is not bad, but it still needs training."

Zi'er smiled: "He is His Majesty's hero who rescued him, and he is highly appreciated by His Majesty. You should always take good care of him, and don't let him be bullied by you."

The purple-robed old man snorted when he heard the words: "The imperial palace is full of competition. It is normal for him to be bullied if he is not strong. If he is capable, no one can bully him. If he is not capable, he deserves to be bullied. This old man will not What do you care about him?"

Zi'er was a little dissatisfied when she heard the words: "Then what if His Majesty is unhappy?"

The purple-robed old man took a look at Zi'er: "Your Majesty is not an ignorant person."

Zi'er was so blocked by one sentence that she had nothing to say, so she could only mutter a few sentences.

The purple-robed old man hesitated to speak, hesitated for a while and said, "Aren't you going to see your sister?"

Zi'er said with a blank face: "See what she is doing? I have a bad temper with her. We tend to quarrel when we meet. It's better not to see her."

The face of the purple-robed old man twitched slightly.

Outsiders don't know that the purple-robed old man's name is Murong Xi, and he is not only the master of Diziyuan, but also the grandfather of Murong Chan and Zi'er.

Zi'er's real name is Murongjuan as Murongchan said to Ning Heng.

In the martial field, Monk Huiheng glanced at the situation above, his Buddhist beads had been completely suppressed by the four bronze mirrors, his Buddha energy was weak, almost lost his power.

And Ning Heng got all the Buddha power in the Buddha beads, but he didn't use it, but kept it in his body.

Monk Huiheng sighed softly, but the next moment his expression became serious, and he stared at Ning Heng sharply.

Suddenly, Monk Huiheng opened his mouth and howled!

Roar! ! !
The lion's roar shook the four directions. Except for a few people with advanced cultivation levels, everyone else hurriedly covered their ears. Those with weaker cultivation bases already had blood oozing from their ears, and fell to the ground and twitched continuously.

Ning Heng was the first to bear the brunt when he was in the martial arts field. During the roar of the Buddha, the violent sound wave hit Ning Heng's whole body, and even hit his soul directly.

Ning Heng subconsciously used spiritual energy to protect his body, but the sound of the lion's roar rushed into his mind, and Ning Heng suddenly lost his balance and almost fell down.

Buddha's roar!
If a person without Buddhist roots falls into this trick, unless the power of the soul is strong enough, they will inevitably lose consciousness, and may even be shocked to death.

The Buddhist disciples present were naturally in high spirits. The lion's roar was basically invincible. In their view, the battle had already come to an end.

"It's too bad!" The disciples of Taoism and Confucianism couldn't help frowning, and many students of the Dizi Academy also looked unhappy.

After Hui Heng roared, seeing Ning Heng's figure was tottering, he felt at ease, knowing that he had won.

As soon as Hui Heng's body moved, he slammed his palm towards Ning Heng, trying to knock Ning Heng out of the martial field.

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