Li Qingshi stood behind everyone in Wuzong and watched the fun alone.

The height of two meters and four meters is only considered to be medium-sized among the Wuzong people.

The second elder and the honest young man who came together were all in front of him.

Originally, they were preparing to compete with the new disciples of Tantric Buddhism, but now they are watching the excitement.

"Murong Yishan has a straightforward personality and is unscrupulous. I wonder if he will fight Jiankong, the Yin-Yang face."

If this is the case, it will be interesting.

But when I saw Kong's face changing, I was obviously about to get angry.

Behind Jiankong, a young man closed his eyes and recited scriptures, and stopped the two of them with a gentle word.

Even a person with a arrogant and direct personality like Murong Yishan is obedient.

There is only one reason.

It is this monk who has his strength and talent that makes Murong Yishan convinced him that he will be honest and obedient.

Li Qingshi's eyes immediately turned to the young monk.

At first glance, the monk's face is ordinary, and belongs to the public face, without any characteristics.

"No, why do you think more and more of your appearance? The more you look at me, the more you feel like me. The skeleton on your face looks a bit like me."

Li Qingshi rubbed his eyes, smiled, and felt a little fond of it inexplicably at the monk.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but take a look again.

"Not only looks like a younger brother, but also looks like a younger sister, and his mother, Li, haha."

The more I looked at it, the more I felt that this monk had a family appearance.

Li Qingshi's heart actually saw the monk's eyes and felt a lot of affection for him!

"What's wrong!"

Suddenly, Li Qingshi closed his eyes suddenly and visualized the true body of a white tiger with wings.

It was not until his mind was calm that Li Qingshi opened his eyes and looked at the monk in horror.

The young monk who had looked more and more friendly, his face had returned to his usual unobtrusive form before.

But the next second, those faces changed again.

Li Qingshi felt a little familiar...

Li Qingshi suddenly closed his eyes, suppressed his mind again, and did not dare to look over again.

"This monk is so weird. When he looks at him, his appearance will change into someone I have a good impression of."

The longer the monk's face changed, the more he looked like his family, and a little like Richemont...

When Li Qingshi saw it, he would have some kind people in his heart.

The more I look at it, the more I feel intimate, the more I feel good to the monk, and then I want to look at the other person...

Infinite cycle, endless.

Nothing needs to be done, and let the other party see it and defeat the enemy without fighting!

After suppressing the affected mind, Li Qingshi opened his eyes again. He did not dare to look at the monk, and glanced at the other Wushang disciples.

Just now, the young monk spoke out to stop Murong Yishan and Elder Jiankong from the conflict, attracting the attention of most disciples.

At this time, all kinds of complex emotions appeared in their eyes, whether it was the elder, the true teacher or the Wuzi.

There is nostalgia, pampering, excitement, obsession, and even infatuation...

These people, even those elders, were not as mentally as Li Qingshi.

Not to mention the new disciples, who have not even gathered their minds, have been affected even more greatly.

At this moment, Wudingzhu, the first martial arts vein, burst out two golden lights in his eyes.

He was the first person to wake up from Wuzong, except Li Qingshi.

"Ye, haven't woken up yet!"

The huge sound wave radiated through the real teachings of the affected elders of Wuzong and ordinary disciples.

It was like a revelation, and Vajra scolded him angrily.

The emotions in everyone's eyes dissipated and they returned to their senses.

These people are not the same prodigal sons in the martial arts vein, nor are they fools.

A look of fear appeared on his face and he did not dare to look at the young monk again.

The elders were even more embarrassed.

"The appearance of sentient beings? Are you a Buddhist son of Tantric Buddhism's mind illusion?"

The first line of Wu Zi Wudingzhu strode to the front of the Wuzong crowd.

"If you don't stay in your nest and return to your innate life, do you think that I, Wuzong, dare not take your life!!!"

His eyes shone with golden light, and he looked directly behind Kong, holding his eyes cross-legged and meditating peacefully.

Seeing Elder Kong, he was touched by the golden light aftermath in Wu Zi's eyes, and his heart was frightened and instinctively avoided it, revealing the whole body of the Buddhist son behind him.

"Aren't you the same, Rising Heart?"

The Buddha's son, Xinhuan, finally opened his eyes.

His eyes were as dark as black holes, absorbing all the light around him deeply.

The two of them looked at each other, and the air in the middle began to twist and stir.

The true martial arts of Wu Zi and even the elders who were close to each other felt the suppressed mental impact in the middle and all their bodies exploded.

"My name is Wudingzhu, and he is the first martial arts master! If you call me Rixin, I will kill you!!!"

Wuding Zhu Wuzi heard the words of the Buddhist monk in Xinhuan, evil spirit appeared on his face.

"Haha, sooner or later you will return to my Tantra."

The Buddha's son, Xinhuan, shook his head and closed his eyes again.

The suppression field that originally enveloped the surroundings between the two also disappeared invisibly.

"Don't waste time. We will naturally fight later. Decay will eventually disappear..."

The sound in Xinhuan's mouth became deeper and deeper, making people unable to hear the last sentence clearly.

Wudingzhu looked at the closed eyes and his heart was illusory. Although his heart was full of murderous intentions, he knew that in the surface world, it was not a good choice to attack Tantric people.

He also retreated to the Wuzong side.

"Great Elder, didn't you just beat you up? I'm so confident that I can get first place in the big competition?"

Feeling the spiritual confrontation between the two, Li Qingshi touched his chin while smacking his tongue.

My own elder, I am confident in my own sweet juice.

Just this martial arts master Wudingzhu, his mind and spiritual cultivation is stronger than himself.

The key is that the first martial arts line, the main practice is obviously a route like the Great Compassionate Palm.

"Ahem, Jiekong, tell your disciples to choose people quickly and don't delay our time. We have to go back to suppress the demon cave even more than we have."

Song Zan looked at Jiankong with embarrassment. Just now, he was also fascinated by the sentient beings of the Buddha's son.

Only with his own martial arts, Wudingzhu, and his unique life experience can he withstand that monster.

I nodded when I saw the sky, but I was afraid of the turmoil again.

"Murong Yishan, have you chosen the good person?"

Murong Yishan snorted coldly, and his fingers passed the new disciple who stood up from the Eighteen Martial Veins and pointed behind the Wuzong crowd.

"It's you, I remember your name is Wu Qingshan."

"When I was worshiping the mountain before, I didn't dare to fight with me. Today, you don't want to escape!"

Murong Yishan sneered, but unexpectedly, he saw a familiar face today.

Although the man's facial features were a little different, he was still handsome and charming.

Murong Yishan recognized the other party at a glance.

During the mountain gate test a few years ago, Murong Yishan lost to Li Qingshi in terms of spiritual will, and he was always unwilling to accept it.

I had the chance today and saw each other again, and I was extremely happy.

"Do you know how much progress I have made in the past three years?"

Murong Yishan looked at Li Qingshi with a surprised expression and sneered in his heart.

If you meet me, you are unlucky today!!!
Chapter completed!