The competition between the two clans of the shemales has been upgraded, just because there are people in the two major Buddhist temples of Fulong and Dongyang who want to fight.

Qing Han played, which many people did not expect.

Zaijian Qinghan came to Yitong and bowed down: "Uncle Yitong, I hope it is convenient to travel to Qinghan!"

Yitong looked at Qing Han, frowned, and said, "Qing Han, are you sure of victory?"

"No!" Qing Han shook his head and smiled, "Just because I feel something, Qing Han must end up fighting!

Yitong sighed heavily, he naturally wouldn't fight with Qing Han.

"This demon is very powerful, you have to be more careful!"

"Uncle Shi rest assured!" Qing Han saluted Yitong again. Yitong glanced coldly at the white ape elf, and then returned to his place.

"Bai Shi, please!" Qing Han rushed to Bai Mu Tianhe eleventh salute.

"Master Qinghan, please!" Although Bai Mutian saw that Qinghan was just a cultivation of the Supreme Spiritual Intermediate Great Perfection, he definitely didn't dare to underestimate the monks of Dongyang Ancient Temple.

What's more, it is Qinghan ringing the bell, and there may be a unique way to resist this bell with determination.

"Hongyuan! Ring the bell!" Master Wuruo said in a deep voice.

This time it was a disciple behind Master Wuruo, and his cultivation was the Supreme Spiritual High Perfection. Being able to stand behind the presiding abbot goes without saying his status.

"Yes!" Hongyuan is not tall, but his bearing is calm.

Zaijian sealed his hands, but his technique was slightly different from Fang Cai's coldness. Because, Hongyuan had also seen that Bai Mutian was already somewhat familiar with the rhythm of the bell, so Hongyuan changed slightly.

"When—"

The bell rang again, and in the main hall, ordinary people heard that this bell was no different from Fang Cai.

However, when it falls on Bai Mutian and Qing Han's ears, it is different. Bai Mutian knew that the bell had changed slightly, but he relied on the demon heart that he had cultivated for thousands of years, and he thought that he could definitely handle it.

Qing Han sat there, his lips together, chanting words, as if reciting scriptures. In this kind of competition of concentration, Qinghan does have its own uniqueness.

Seven bells rang, and the external expressions of the two people did not change in the slightest.

Bai Mutian naturally has the accumulation of only listening to the bell, and Qing Han is by no means ordinary in terms of Zen concentration.

The seal in Hongyuan's hand changed again.

"Dangdang-" The bell turned to a hurry, like a heavy hammer.

Bai Mutian's brows were tightly locked, and the scriptures in Qing Han's mouth were more urgent.

"When-" The eleventh bell of the Seven Buddhas sounded. Everyone's hearts tightened, because the two games ended with this knock.

However, this time, Bai Mutian and Qing Han were both safely present, but the foreheads and tips of their noses were already sweating.

"It's really amazing!" The people who watched the battle, whether it was the human race or the demon race, all secretly praised it in their hearts.

Hongyuan's face was calm, and the seal in his hand changed again, and the magic of the bell increased again.

Twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth......

The Buddha bell rang, and the whole hall was buzzing.

The bells kept ringing, and Qinghan and Bai Mutian finally had a big change.

The scriptures in Qing Han's mouth seemed to be a little messy, and Bai Mutian's eyelids began to beat uncontrollably.

Although the bells in the hall echoed, it was a suffocating, eerily quiet wait.

"When—" The seventeenth bell rang.

"Wow-" Qing Han's complexion changed suddenly, and he leaned over, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Hmm-" The white ape spirit was also a plant, but only a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The others were forcibly suppressed by him.

"Senior Brother Qinghan-" Hongyuan took the seal in his hand, stopped the bell, and then went over to support Qinghan. The people of Dongyang Ancient Temple all changed their faces.

Meditation concentration is what they usually practice. Qing Han is the best among the second generation of disciples, but he didn't expect that under the Demon Bell of the Seven Buddha Town, Qing Han was still inferior to Bai Mutian.

Amu raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect Qing Han to be injured as well? This white ape elf seems to be quite a bit of a Taoist.

"Senior Brother Hongyuan, it's okay!" Qing Han got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely clear.

"Breakthrough?" Hongyuan looked at Qing Han and was stunned, turning from surprise to joy.

Hongyuan knew that Qing Han had stayed in the Supreme Spirit Middle Rank Great Perfection for some years, but he didn't expect that after a battle, although Qing Han spurted blood from his mouth, he actually passed this hurdle and advanced to the Supreme Spirit High Level.

"Buddha is merciful!" Qing Han clasped his hands together and bowed to the Buddha statue in the middle of the hall.

"Hmm!" The senior monks of Dongyang Ancient Temple couldn't help but nod slightly.

Master Xiaoyun secretly let out a sigh of relief, and couldn't help reciting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Although Qing Han was only almost defeated, his promotion to the highest level of the spirit was enough to make up for his regrets.

"Congratulations to Master Qinghan!" that Bai Mutian also stood up at this time, "Although I won by luck in Xia, proving that the demon heart is victorious, but Master Qinghan has been promoted to the Supreme Spirit High Rank, congratulations!"

Bai Mutian said this with a slight sarcasm, but he bowed his hand to Qing Han. Qing Han had no intention of arguing with him about the length of his words, so he just recited the Buddha's name and walked back behind Amu.

"In the next three consecutive wins, I think this determination competition is no longer meaningful! The demon heart is better than the heart, and there is no need to prove it again!" Bai Mutian was extremely cunning, he was also injured at this time, and it was impossible to compete again, so he hurriedly closed his mouth.

At this time, the Terran monk was already angry with his heart and lungs, but it was inconvenient to attack. After all, it is just a competition of strength and concentration, which is different from a real life-and-death fight.

It's just that these arrays of demon clans are desperately suppressing the human race, which makes people extremely unhappy.

That Bai Mutian deliberately dusted off the dust on his white robe, smiled, and looked around. A smug look.

"Bai Daoyou, if you win, you will win, guard against impatience and rashness! Although the demon clan is indeed better than the human race, what can it be? Everyone is in the same vein as Dongling, and they will live in harmony and take care of each other in the future!"

It's just that what he said is quite interesting. On the surface, it was a bit too much to accuse Bai Mutian, but the sentence "Although the demon race is indeed better than the human race, how can it be" was particularly harsh in the ears of the human race.

At this time, even the abbot of Wuruo and Master Shuiyun, who valued harmony, couldn't help frowning. The Wood Clan's feeling today is very wrong.

"Elder Honsong said it very right! I understand!" That Bai Mutian naturally understood in his heart that Elder Honsong was talking about him on the surface, but in fact he was secretly belittling the human race, so he didn't defend himself and directly took this opportunity to retreat.

"Hehehe!" At this time, there were many powerful monks in the human race, and they all sneered.

This scene of the demon clan is well acted!

"Hehe! Elder Gu Song is worthy of being an elder of the Mu Clan, and his insights are really extraordinary!" At this time, above the main hall, there was a rather cold, but slightly mocking voice.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was the rather eye-catching young man in Tsing Yi sitting among the senior monks of Dongyang Ancient Temple.

Dongyang Dharma will talk about Buddhism, and everyone's attention will only stay on Amu for a while at the beginning, and then it will be even more of a demon fight, who can pay attention to Amu again.

However, the human race was defeated in a row, but at this time Amu spoke.

Sitting among the senior monks of Dongyang Ancient Temple, Amu's words and deeds can naturally be regarded as representing Dongyang Ancient Temple, and his words naturally have their weight.

Actually, Amu originally wanted to wait a little longer, but it was still the same sentence, such a scene was too small.

However, Qing Han was actually injured, which Amu couldn't bear, and when the Mu clan elder said something like that, Amu felt that the heat was similar.

Amu originally had no ill feelings towards the demon clan, and even because of the crow, he was still a little close to the demon clan. However, today's demon clan is extremely annoying to Amu.

These demon clans should be called demons. Nothing to look for, domineering.

"Oh?" Elder Honka's body was dry, and when he heard Amu speak, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at Amu, "Who is Your Excellency, I've never seen it?"

Before Amu could answer, Xiaoyun coughed lightly: "This is my Tianya junior brother, a lay disciple who worships under Master Qianzang, and has been practicing in Ziyun Waterfall in the back mountain of my Dongyang Ancient Temple for many years. ”

Master Xiaoyun's voice was calm, but everyone could hear what Master Xiaoyun meant.

First, this young man is extremely high-level. Second, he studied under a famous monk. Which monk in the Eastern Regions of Dongling has never heard of the name of Master Qianzang? Third, although he is a layman, this world is inseparable from the ancient temple of Dongyang, and he has been practicing on the mountain.

"A mortal?'s disciple of Master Qianzang?" A cold light flashed in Elder Honsong's eyes, and he couldn't help but question.

In the upper realm of the transformation, this Elder Honka naturally saw at a glance that Amu's was indeed a mortal, not a person with a very high realm.

"What's the matter, Elder Honsong, don't you believe the words of the poor monk?" the poor monk wouldn't use the name of the ancestor to talk nonsense no matter what!" Master Xiaoyun was slightly displeased.

In fact, not only Elder Honsong, but also many people in the main hall, and even many people in Dongyang Ancient Temple have such questions. However, when I heard Master Xiaoyun say it at this time, it was really that truth.

No matter what, Master Xiaoyun would not talk nonsense in the name of Master Qianzang.

"Hehe! It is inconceivable that Master Qianzang would accept a mortal as a disciple. "Elder Honka is not salty or light.

"Elder Honsong, do you know why Master Qianzang accepted me as a disciple?" Amu smiled and looked at Elder Honsong.

"Oh, why?" Elder Honka didn't know what Amu meant.

Amu stood up, took two steps, got closer to Elder Honka, and said, "Because mortals are also human, not demons!"

"Wow-"

As soon as Amu said this, there was an uproar in the hall. The face of the senior monk of Dongyang Ancient Temple also changed suddenly, because every word Amu said at this time represented Dongyang Ancient Temple.

The word "demon" is definitely a taboo for the demon clan.

"Okay! Well said!" However, at this time, in the main hall, there were many Terran monks, and they agreed loudly.

At this time, the faces of the demon clan present were not very good-looking, even a few people from the wood clan almost all changed their faces. Only the Tsing Yi Bamboo Demon who was the leader had an indifferent face, as if he hadn't heard Amu's words.

"That's a powerful character!" Amu said secretly in his heart.