Monk Shinian was not moving like a mountain, and did not attack Su Zhao, but said to Su Zhao: "Fellow Taoist, the little monk is a Buddhist. The Buddhist story tells that it is neither killed nor angry. The little monk can't bear to fight with the Taoist fellow. It's better for us to change the way. Within one stick of incense, if the fellow Taoist can let the little monk leave a distance of one meter, then I will lose."

Monk Shinian smiled and said, "If a fellow Taoist cannot do it, it will be a fellow Taoist who loses. What's the point?"

Su Zhao thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, but fellow Taoist is really sure I can't beat you?"

Monk Shinian shook his head and said, "I have no confidence, the little monk just believes in his own abilities."

"You are very confident, so I believe in myself, we all use our means." Su Zhao said.

"Good!"

In the audience seat.

Mei Fang looked at Su Zhao and Monk Shinian standing still, still talking, and asked Xiang’s sister Mei Xue with some confusion, “What’s going on with them? Why don’t you fight?”

Mei Xue's face was more serious and shook her head and said, "The cultivation level of the Monk Shinian in Jialan Temple is stronger than Su Zhao. Su Zhao is at the first soul of the Ningdan realm, and the cultivation level of the Monk Shinian is at the second soul of the Ningdan realm. This Monk Shinian may think that he was bullying Su Zhao at the low realm with a high realm, so he stood still and asked Su Zhao to attack him!"

"Is this person a fool?" Mei Fang almost burst out after hearing this. Next to the seat of the disciple of the Demon-Exorcist Sect was a disciple of the Grand Temple of Galan. If she hadn't been worried about being unqualified, Mei Fang would have laughed and laughed at the bald monk.

"Are you still a strong man in the Ningdan realm? I think you are a little fool. You will be kidnapped if you don't move anything!" Mei Xue pointed Mei Fang's little head.

Mei Fang's face turned red and she fell into Mei Xuegu's tense arms: "Sister is so annoying. I promised not to mention this matter again!"

Mei Xue sneered: "Hmph."

On the ring, spiritual power appeared in Su Zhao's eyes. He threw the mysterious sword in his hand to the ground, clenched his fists, and the power of qi and blood and the spiritual power on his body condensed on his arms.

The fist wind had already appeared on Su Zhao's fist. The huge spiritual power triggered the strange phenomena of heaven and earth around him. The extremely solemn fist power gathered behind Su Zhao's back, and the wind around him was trembling.

"My punch will have at least twenty years of strength!"

Su Zhao punched him, and the fist wind teared the air. Su Zhao's fist burst with a breath, like a tornado, hitting Monk Shinian.

Monk Shinian's face remained unchanged, his hands closed, and he whispered softly: "The golden bell does not move, the Ming king does not move, and the golden body does not move!"

A layer of golden light appeared around Monk Shinian's body, and the golden light turned into a huge Buddha statue and condensed on Monk Shinian's body.

"It turned out to be a Buddhist golden body. Who is this monk Shinian?" A practitioner was shocked and felt incredible when he saw a layer of light golden transparent figure of the Buddha Lord appearing around Monk Shinian.

In the direction of the Tianyu Demon Sect, a young man with a cultivation level in the seventh level of the Taoist foundation saw the phantom of the golden body Buddha master on Monk Shinian, and his eyes were filled with a hint of solemnity.

"There are actually people in the Galan Temple who can become the manifestation of the Buddha. It seems that when competing with Galan Temple in the Song Kingdom in the future, you need to pay more attention!" This is a young man who often fights outside in the Tianyu Demon Sect. He often fights with Gadra Sect and Galan Temple and has a deep understanding of them.

However, no matter how deep the understanding is, I never knew that anyone could become the manifestation of the Buddha's shadow.

"Bang!"

He punched the Buddha's shadow, and the Buddha's shadow was kind and looked like a mountain. Su Zhao was like a mortal, unable to shake this mountain at all.

Su Zhao took a few steps back and looked at Monk Shinian, whose face was still unchanged, frowned slightly.

"I am merciful Buddha. Fellow Taoist, if you are not strong enough, you can admit defeat. Losing to the little monk, a person with a higher level than you, is not a humiliation!" Monk Shinian reminded Su Zhao and said.

When the two auras collided, Monk Shinian could already see that Su Zhao's cultivation was slightly lower than his.

After a lower level, if Su Zhao faces an ordinary practitioner, Monk Shinian thinks Su Zhao may have a chance of winning, but he is the one Su Zhao fights against. Monk Shinian thinks Su Zhao’s winning rate is very low!

On the high platform, the deputy sect leader of Diyan Sect looked at Su Zhao's fight with Monk Shinian, and said with a smile: "It seems that if this person does not show his true power, he will not be able to defeat the little bald man with just one clone."

Taoist Bai Yu also smiled and said, "The result has not been released, fellow Taoists should not make a conclusion."

The deputy sect leader of Diyan Sect smiled and said, "Oh, is there still a chance to win? I can't see it anymore. Only the immortals and gods can turn the situation around."

After the deputy sect leader of Diyan Sect finished speaking, he suddenly became stunned. He laughed and said, "I am so clumsy. Isn't this an immortal god?"

Seeing Su Zhao punching him, and not even touching Monk Shinian's clothes, Xiaoxue nervously grabbed Liu Qingzhu's hand and asked, "Sister Qingzhu, will he lose?"

Liu Qingzhu shook her head and said, "I don't know if he will lose, but I believe in his ability. He has never been an arrogant person. He said that he will win, and he will definitely win. Just wait for him to win quietly here."

"Yes." Xiaoxue nodded, but she still didn't believe that Su Zhao would win, but just silently encouraged Su Zhao in her heart.

At the location of the Diyan Sect disciple, Lin Zhu clenched her fists and kept muttering: "How could she be defeated? Why didn't that little monk take action? He was like a turtle. It was so hateful."

The woman next to her smiled and said, "This little monk is not a turtle. The Taoist technique he used is called the Vajra Indestructible Taoist Dharma. He practiced to a supreme state and could condense the shadow of the lord of Buddhism with his will to protect his body from all things. As long as he is determined, the figure of the lord of Buddhism will always exist and will become stronger and stronger!"

"Ah!" Lin Zhu opened her mouth, "Then Su Zhao is not sure of losing, I don't believe it! This powerful Taoist technique must consume a lot of spiritual power."

Tian Yanxiu was dressed in white and sat solemnly under the platform. Seeing Su Zhao being frustrated, the corners of his mouth bent a little, with a playful look in his eyes: "I really thought you were invincible in the younger generation. It seems that there is still someone who can withstand your offensive!"

Wang Pan looked excited and shouted loudly in his heart: "Defeat him, defeat him! Haha, you can't even win a little bald donkey. I see what qualifications do you have to inherit the position of the sect leader of the sect!"

Su Zhao looked at his fist, and the spiritual power on it disintegrated, without touching Monk Shinian for a moment.

"Come again!"

Su Zhao used his spiritual power again, and the fist wind slammed towards Monk Shinian like a storm.

The fist roared like a dragon, and the figure of the Buddha's golden body was revealed, hitting the golden body with one punch.

"Bang!"

Su Zhao's body retreated two feet, but Monk Shinian took half a step back!

Su Zhao sighed: "It's so hard!"

Monk Shinian had an incredible look in his eyes. Among the practitioners here, only he could understand what Su Zhao had to touch his golden body phantom with a punch.

"Can this person summoned the ancestor of the Demon-Eliminated Master to come to shake the shadow of the golden body of my Buddha Lord?" The ten-year-old monk frowned in his heart.

The Buddha's golden body phantom is not an ordinary Taoist technique, but a Taoist technique at the level of Taoist heart. At this time, the Buddha's golden body phantom is the will of the Buddha's master. Monk Shinian firmly believes in his heart that the Buddha's golden body phantom will not be moved by Su Zhao.

But Su Zhao moved the golden figure of the Buddha's master, which only shows that Su Zhao used a will to resist the Buddha. However, in the realm of cultivation, the will to resist the Buddha's master basically does not exist.

The Buddha's will is the emptiness of this world. If you can fight through emptiness, the other party's understanding of emptiness must be at least profound than that of monk Shi Nian.

A golden light flashed on Su Zhao's chest, and a faint golden light appeared in Su Zhao's eyes.

"One more punch!" Su Zhao punched him suddenly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

After ten fists, Monk Shinian's body was already at the edge of one meter.

"The golden light is not destroyed, the four elements are empty! My Buddha is not destroyed, and everything does not move!" The golden Taoist text on Monk Shinian's body continued to surge, turning into a layer of light golden light, attached to the shadow of the Buddha's golden body. The Buddha's eyes were originally kind-eyed and kind, and gradually showed a compassionate look of compassion.

Su Zhao punched out with a punch, and the light flashed and turned into a huge force and fell on Su Zhao.

"Bang!"

Su Zhao flew backwards, and almost stepped out of the ring. He barely stood at the edge.

On the high platform, looking at the two people on the edge, many people were not making noise. They stared at Su Zhao fighting with Monk Shinian and the powerful people in the Dan realm. It was no longer just a confrontation of Taoism, but also a confrontation of Taoist state, which was of great help to many people's cultivation.

"Don't lose, don't lose before!" Wang Pan looked at the burning stick of incense, and became more and more anxious about Monk Shinian. The one whom Wang Pan who I didn't know was a lay disciple of the Grand Temple of Jialan.

Tian Yanxiu frowned and looked at Su Zhao and Monk Shinian: "One day, I will be so strong, and you will all look up to me!"

Su Zhao looked at the incense transformed by the spiritual power and magic on the side, and was almost burned.

Monk Shinian also took a look at the incense stick and it was about to be extinguished within twenty breaths.

"Fellow Taoist, give up." Monk Shinian said.

Su Zhao clenched his fist and rushed again, and the aura of the way of killing burst out.

"Absent, that's impossible. You lost!" Su Zhao punched the Buddha's master's golden body phantom.

After twenty breaths, Su Zhao's fist remained unchanged, but the figure of the Buddha's golden body turned into pieces and disappeared.

Monk Shinian's face changed drastically, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and half-kneeled on the ground.

Su Zhao turned around and left: "You won."
Chapter completed!