Martial Arts Peak

"Elder, is the way of cultivating Buddhism different from ours?"

Even before the battle between Chen Fan and Wuwei broke out formally, Xia Yanzhi, who had been silent for a long time, actually raised a question.

Guo Mingfeng took a look at her, pondered and said, "there are countless kinds of monks in dongwaizhou. Each family has its own growth. The so-called road is thousands of, and the same goal is achieved by different ways."

"There may be some differences in direction, but the essence is the same."

Guo Mingfeng raised his hand and pointed to Wuwei: "the martial arts of Buddhism seem to be universal, but in fact they are the most fierce. There are not only Arhats who advocate killing, but also Bodhisattvas who are good at illusions.

The young monk who fought against Chen Fan was obviously a Bodhisattva who was good at performing illusions.

"Is he good?" Jin Yong is a real man, and his questions are the most superficial.

Guo Mingfeng's eyes showed the color of meditation. After a long time, he said, "the magic of Buddhism is so divine that I dare not infer, but I can be sure of one thing."

"What?" Everyone asked in unison.

"It's not good for Chen fan to meet Buddhists in the first round."

...

at this moment, chen fan and Guo Mingfeng have the same idea.

He had never had a fight with Buddha before, so this Wuwei action made him suffer a dark loss.

Now Chen Fan's eyes, it seems that only Wuwei is left, as well as the rosary beads in his hand.

Moreover, with Wuwei chanting, chen fan only felt that there was a Hong Zhong Da Lu exploding in his mind, but he could not even raise the slightest sense of war.

This is the most terrifying thing for a monk who is good at fighting.

In the face of the enemy, he can't hold up the butcher's knife. Isn't this a lamb to be slaughtered?

At the beginning of the battle, chen fan fell into a stalemate, which was a situation that Chen fan had never thought of.

In fact, this also has something to do with his lack of preparedness. If he had been prepared in advance, inaction would not have affected Chen Fan's mind so easily.

"Creak... Creak..."

with the continuous friction of the posterior teeth, chen fan almost used all his strength to resist the influence of Wuwei's illusion.

"Bang!"

Finally, taking advantage of the moment of inaction, chen fan takes out the sword of life and death from the storage bag and runs straight to the other side to attack.

But at the same time, inaction also exerts its strongest means.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha..."

full of majestic words, chen fan even came up with the idea of conversion. It seems that only shaving his hair and becoming a monk is his only way out.

On the other hand, Wuwei recites sutras faster and faster. His whole body has been soaked with sweat, and some of them even drip onto the arena. It is hard for him to perform illusions on Chen fan, but he is still struggling.

Chen Fan felt that his influence was getting deeper and deeper. Holding the sword of life and death, he could not help but let go.

In silence, a sharp bite on the tip of the tongue, the tingling moment will erode the whole mind, and then Chen Fan no longer hesitates, unexpectedly stabbed his left arm with a sword!

Blood spray, chen fan fearless!

"Pooh

Chen Fan's behavior let inaction be eaten back, almost at the same time, a big mouth of blood gushed out of his mouth.

All of a sudden, the magic that controlled Chen Fan's mind and spirit faded like a tide, and Wuwei fell on the challenge arena.

"Chen... Benefactor Chen, good means, I lost!"

With the last sentence, Wuwei fell into a coma, and Ling yunzong's deacon immediately announced the result of the game.

Chen fan is a long breath, dark sigh fluke.

If it wasn't for the last moment that he thought of a way to hurt others and hurt himself first, he was afraid that this time it would be a black dragon.

Sure enough, all Buddhist practitioners are not good at stubbornness. Chen Fan sighs in his heart that he must be careful when he meets him next time.