Urban Super Dude

at the same time.

Wudang Mountain, the scene of hundreds of martial arts competitions.

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

"Wuji, I didn't expect that you are still so strong today after not practicing Buddhism for three years."

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

"Not only me, not even Wudang Wang Ye can withstand your Dharma."

"What a pity. There are no ifs in this world. 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: "Dragon Yin Donor, everything has a cause and effect."

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

Wu Ji said calmly: "You have to bear the consequences of what you planted. There is nothing to regret."

"hehe."

Ximen Longyin said: "But, you missed the first place in the Hundred Sects Martial Arts Competition because of this, do you really have no regrets?"

"none."

Wu Ji shook his head and said: "Donor Longyin, you also like someone obsessively, 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."

Hearing this, Ximen Longyin chuckled and said: "I only have strength and status in my heart. No matter before, now or in the future, what I pursue is unrivaled strength and supreme rights."

"As for Lan Miaoyi... haha, being obsessed with her is just a disguise that I put on to confuse the world."

Ximen Longyin whispered: "A person cannot be without weaknesses. He cannot be without weaknesses."

"Lan Miaoyi is my disguised weakness. Hahaha, everyone thinks that I have been pursuing 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 saying that, Ximen Longyin looked at Fozi Wuji, wanting to see his expression.

I thought that Wuji would be angry, but who knew that there was 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 entered Buddhism again, his heart was as calm as water."

"However, Donor Longyin, what you said is inappropriate. The poor monk... doesn't like it!"

As soon as the words fell, the Buddha Dharma around Wuji rioted again, exuding terrifying power.

The golden Buddha's light, like obscure words, surrounded his whole body, making the air buzz with squeezing.

"Haha, Buddha, it seems that you still have Lan Miaoyi in your heart. How can you use Buddhism's top secret skills?"

Ximen Longyin sneered and said, "Let me tell you what is the true secret of Buddhism!"

"Great Merciful Hands!"

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

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

boom!

With a muffled sound, Fozi Wuji was slapped off the ring by Ximen Longyin.

He lost.

No one expected that Ximen Longyin could actually know Buddhist methods, and what he displayed was the top secret skill of Buddhism.

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

"The hands of great mercy are actually the hands of great mercy!"

"Isn't this secret skill lost? Even the many abbots and abbots of Mount Bodhi don't know how to use it."

"Strange, Ximen Longyin is not from Buddhism. Where did he learn such a compassionate hand?"

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

"If Wang Ye doesn't come out, Long Yin will be invincible!"

…

Everyone was talking about it.

On the high seat, Abbot Yuantong was also shocked by the compassionate hands.

He could no longer remain calm, and even stood up, his eyes fell on Ximen Fengyun, and asked: "Master Ximen, can you give me an explanation for this poor monk? Why did the descendants of the Ximen family cultivate my Bodhisattva?" Who taught him the lost secret knowledge of Shandu?"

"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 arts. If you want to learn it, I can teach it to you."

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Yuantong clasped his hands and said, "Master Ximen, this is not what I mean. I just want to know, how can you be so compassionate?"

"This unique skill has been lost in Bodhi Mountain, and no one has practiced it yet." Abbot Yuantong added.

"I was lucky. In the secret realm of Kunlun, I accidentally obtained the cultivation method of the Great Merciful 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."

"Master Ximen is interested, but the poor monk is old and will soon be buried in the earth. There is little point in practicing this unique skill."

Abbot Yuantong continued: "However, if the head of the Ximen family really wants to return the great mercy to Bodhi Mountain, he can teach it to the younger generations of Bodhi Mountain. This is a good talk."

On the surface, Yuantong is indifferent to the world and indifferent to fame and fortune, but in fact he is a smart person.

He wanted to practice the Great Merciful Hands, but he couldn't let Ximen Fengyun teach it to him.

If this is the case, wouldn't Ximen Fengyun be a favor to him in teaching martial arts?

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

Therefore, he asked Ximen Fengyun to teach the younger generation of Bodhi Mountain that they can lose anything but not face.

"This old bald ass."

Ximen Fengyun naturally saw through Abbot Yuantong's idea, but he didn't criticize it either. Instead, he nodded in agreement.

At this moment.

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

At this point, the top five spots have been determined.

Wudang Wangye, Lao Poison Linyuan, Laojun Shanjun Wuyou, Su Yang, a descendant of the Su family, and Ximen Longyin.

Originally, according to the schedule, one person would get a bye by drawing lots tomorrow, and the remaining four would draw lots to choose their opponents. The top three teams who win and those who lose will be directly eliminated.

After that, one person from the top three will get a bye and go directly to the finals to compete for the first place in the Hundred Sects Martial Arts Competition, and the remaining two will compete.

Basically on the third day, the Hundred Sects Martial Arts Tournament ended completely, and the leader of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance was born.

But with Jun Wuyou, it might be possible to move forward one day.

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

The day after tomorrow, it will be the battle between champion and runner-up.

Because Jun Wuyou said that if he fights again, no matter he wins or loses, he will withdraw from the Hundred Sects Martial Arts Competition.

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

…

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

Around evening, Su Yang, Ah Li, and Liu Julu arrived at Bashan, Shu Land!