Li Qingshi looked at Murong Yishan in surprise. I stood at the end of the crowd, and there were still people looking for my own business.

Is it so difficult for me to be so attractive?

Murong Yishan, because of his wild and arrogant temperament and the fact that he did not give him face before, many people paid attention to him on both sides.

His finger immediately attracted the attention of others.

I saw the person he pointed at was tall, handsome and strange, and a pair of emerald green eyes that could also sense the surprise inside.

Except for a few disciples who are addicted to cultivation, most people on both sides have seen portraits.

After all, a new martial artist.

Whether in Wuzong or Tantric Buddhism, it is not an ordinary thing.

"Ahem, Junior Brother Yishan, that is the new Wuzi of the fifteenth lineage of the Wuzong..."

On the edge of Murong Yishan, a fellow Tantric disciple saw the person chosen by Murong, who was a master of dirty tempering, and almost choked by his saliva.

Murong Yishan was unmoved when he heard this, and his fingers were still pointing at Li Qingshi.

"So what about Wu Zi? It's just a little better talent!

Whether you are here to increase your knowledge or participate in the newcomer competition today, I, Murong Yishan, must find the last game!"

Before, he thought Li Qingshi was a cowardly person.

As a result, the mental and will test, and the other party directly slapped him in the face.

Murong Yishan has been upset until now.

The elder of the Tantric Buddhism beside him saw the silence and saw Murong Yishan seeking death. Although he was very unhappy with him, he also walked in front of him.

"Don't be impulsive, Yishan, this is a ruthless man. He killed four true teachings of his martial arts as soon as he made a move. I'm afraid he has the strength of the third level of divine sense!"

Speaking of this, Jiankong's face showed regret.

Last time I thought I was just missing a lord-level bloodline. Li Qingshi, the leader's bloodline disciple, was just a big shot.

As a result, when the news came out of Li Qingshi's fifteenth martial arts vein, he became a martial artist.

Because of this, his status in Tantric Buddhism was greatly affected.

"This mission cannot go wrong again."

Murong Yishan has special talents and is optimistic about the Supreme Elder, so he cannot let him seek death.

Thinking of the other party's stubborn temper, his thoughts were flying, and he wanted to persuade Murong Yishan again.

But he found that Murong Yishan, who had just looked arrogant, had already withdrawn his fingers at some point.

The arrogant look on his face disappeared, and he stood honestly in front of a muscle-filled disciple of Wuzong.

Judging from the location, he is a new disciple of the third martial arts lineage of the Wuzong.

That disciple looks familiar...

Murong Yishan lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking...

"You Tantra, are you all women?"

The hot-tempered foreign affairs chief Wuzong looked at Jiankong with a dark face.

Seeing the thoughts were interrupted by Rama's loud voice, he had to look at the tall and muscular young man opposite Murong Yishan and retreated to the back.

When Rama saw Jian Kong walking away, eighteen pairs of disciples on the field stood up.

The thick right leg was shining with yellow light and trampled on the ground.

"rise!"

The entire martial arts performance venue suddenly shook.

A huge light shield raised from the granite floor.

The light cover range is at least several thousand meters in radius and rises more than fifty meters high.

"It's life and death to fight, but after admitting defeat, you can't take action again!"

"Let's start!"

Everyone on both sides will exit the light shield range.

Only one young man from Wuzong and a monk from Tantric Buddhism stayed inside.

Sorting the bucket, from behind to front.

The young man from Wuzong inside is a disciple of the Eighteen Martial Arts.

Li Qingshi walked to the second elder.

The honest young man who came here together was looking at the light shield with concentration.

Soon, he will be on the field.

Fighting is not about playing house for children.

The strengths of warriors are very different between the same level, and they may not be able to stop at any time and kill the opponent.

"Eighteen Martial Veins, Xie Meng'an, you are polite."

The eighteen martial arts disciples performed a martial arts ceremony.

"Little monk Mingzhong, let's start."

The newcomer to Tantric Buddhism met Xie Mengan's eyes and smiled slightly.

Those eyes seemed to have magic power, which made Xie Mengan's expression a little dull.

"Not good, I'm hit!"

The elder of the Eighteen-Meridians turned dark and he rarely dealt with Tantric Buddhism in recent years.

Therefore, most new disciples do not know the strange methods of Tantric disciples.

"Spiritual foot!"

A distance of 100 meters, instantly crossing.

Ming Chong held a Buddha's ritual, slender and fair, gently printed on Xie Mengan's chest, who had not yet come back to his senses.

A severe stinging pain came from the chest, and finally awakened Xie Mengan.

He widened his eyes, his eyes were confused, his body more than two meters flying in the air, and a sunken handprint was printed on his chest...

At the beginning of the battle, he actually lost inexplicably.

"Tanishism can confuse people's hearts through the five consciousnesses and six senses, and also practice martial arts. You must be careful."

The second elder turned to Li Qingshi and the honest young man and said.

In the first competition between the new disciples on both sides, they lost like this, and the elders on Wuzong's side were not good-looking.

Although, this was all within their expectations.

Before the strength reaches the divine sense, Tantric disciples are unable to defend against warriors who have not gathered their minds and practiced spiritual warfare.

Next, the disciples of Tantric Buddhism are basically new disciples of the Wu Sect.

Unless you do not look, listen, or hear, and close the five senses, you will inadvertently be confused by the secret methods of Tantric disciples.

The disciples of Tantric Buddhism have no worse martial arts than them.

There is no way to fight this way.

The honest young man from the fifteenth lineage practiced the heaven and earth attack technique and his mental power were gathered, and he was barely confused by his opponent.

Unfortunately, his strength is not as good as the other party.

He was beaten away with a punch and was forced to admit defeat.

One by one, the new disciples of the martial arts lineage lost the battle within ten breaths.

A disciple who is good at fighting power will be unable to defeat the opponent's spiritual secret technique.

Those who have the idea of ​​practicing both visualization are not as good as those of the other party.

They were really too unfamiliar with Tantric methods and caught off guard and were defeated one by one.

The true teachings of the elders on Wuzong made the face even more ugly.

Seeing the kindness on Kong's face, he became more and more happy.

Everything is going well.

Murong Yishan, because everyone's attention was attracted by the ring, finally raised his head and was not that embarrassed.

"Damn it, Wu Qingshan, how can your strength improve so quickly!!!"

He Murong Yishan joined Tantric Buddhism.

The secret spiritual techniques, divine sense techniques, and arbitrary practices, and the resources are even richer.

Moreover, he devoted himself to martial arts practice, either in practice or in exchange for fellow students.
To be continued...