"See you in the finals."
Three words, like three invisible heavy hammers, hit the heart of every Xuankong Temple disciple of Prajna Platform.
That is not a provocation, let alone arrogance.
That's a taken-for-granted statement.
As if to say, all of you are just the scenery along the way before I reach the destination.
"Shuzi is arrogant!"
Discipline Hall Deacon Elder Huifa can no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
The energy and blood all over his body exploded, and the pressure of Earth Realm Third Layer was like a real landslide, pressing down on Su Yu.
The muscles under the moon-white monk's robes bulged, and the veins were entangled like a horned dragon. The rosary in his hand groaned under the weight of the force.
He wanted to personally suppress this ignorant boy to the ground!
However, at the moment when his breath reached its peak.
Dang--
A distant, simple bell rang without any warning in the depths of the sea of consciousness of everyone at Prajna Platform.
The sound was not loud, but it seemed to contain the supreme Zen spirit of morning bells and evening drums, carrying the grand power of washing all things.
Elder Huifa's volcanic momentum, which was about to erupt, was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, and it instantly solidified.
His burly body shook violently, and the raging flames in his eyes were extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by a trace of confusion, and the ensuing horror from the depths of his soul.
It's not just him.
Huiwu, Huikong, and all Xuankong Temple disciples who stood up and expressed their anger were all at this moment as if they were struck by lightning.
Their turbulent anger subsided.
Their boiling fighting spirit cooled down.
The anger and unwillingness on their faces were frozen in place.
Everyone seemed to have been forcibly pulled out of the abyss of rage by an invisible hand and regained absolute calm.
Then, they saw it.
I saw the face of Abbot Yuanxin in the center of Prajna Platform who had turned around at some point.
There was no kindness at all on that face.
As cold as ice.
There were no emotions or waves in those turbid old eyes, only a bottomless silence like a thousand-year-old cold pool.
As those eyes swept over him, Elder Huifa felt a cold air rushing from his tailbone to the sky, and the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen.
He understood instantly.
That bell is not an illusion.
It's a warning.
It was the abbot who, with Earth Realm Eighth Level's supreme cultivation, issued an undeniable warning to all of them.
Here Xuankong Temple, the abbot's will is heaven.
Huifa's burly body slowly sat down again, inch by inch.
He loosened his clenched fists and pushed back the humiliation, unwillingness, and death Dead Land to the bottom of his heart.
With him taking the lead, the rest of the monks seemed to have had their backbone removed. They all fell silent and sat down cross-legged again.
Prajna Platform, return to silence.
But beneath this silence, there is an undercurrent.
Huiwu took a deep look at the expressionless Su Yu, and then at the abbot who had regained his kind look, with a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes.
So that's it.
This is not a back door, this is flattery.
He figured out the key instantly.
Demon Suppression Bureau and the abbot want to elevate Su Yu to the highest level and make him a target for everyone.
Let him have a much-anticipated and unavoidable showdown with the final winner.
In this way, no matter who wins, Xuankong Temple will not lose.
If he wins, in front of the entire Qing Province martial arts world, he will have defeated the genius of the Demon Suppression Bureau in a dignified manner, defended the glory of Xuankong Temple, and Bodhi Seed will naturally belong to the temple.
If Su Yu wins... it only means that the value of this person is far more than one Bodhi Seed.
Xuankong Temple Selling Demon Suppression Bureau a favor and forming a good relationship will also make money.
A good move that kills two birds with one stone.
After figuring this out, the resentment in Huiwu's heart instantly turned into a cold will to fight.
The look he looked at Su Yu was no longer pure hostility, but a look like a hunter looking at his prey.
See you in the finals?
Very good.
I will be there to crush all your pride with my own hands and let you understand that Xuankong Temple's unique skills are not something that all cats and dogs can covet.
He closed his eyes, stopped talking, and his breath became completely silent, like a stubborn stone.
Huikong on the side took in all this, and there was only a bitter sigh in his heart.
Once upon a time, he was the protagonist that attracted everyone's attention.
But now, he seems so reluctant to even be qualified to compete with his senior brothers on stage.
"Dabi, let's begin."
Abbot Yuanxin's plain voice broke the strange silence.
A Zhike monk came forward and shook the bamboo stick. Soon, two bamboo sticks were drawn out.
"The first game, Huichen, versus Huichi!"
After the words fell, two figures stood up from their seats, jumped up, and landed in the center of the huge white jade platform.
Huichen on the left is a thin monk holding an iron rod reaching his eyebrows.
Huichi on the right has a strong physique and bare arms. He is obviously an expert in palm skills.
Both of them are Mystic Realm Ninth Level Peak, with condensed auras, and they are both considered good players in the outside world.
"Please!"
"Please!"
After a simple Buddhist ceremony, the battle broke out instantly.
Bang!
The iron rod swept across, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and went straight to the bottom plate of Huichi.
Huichi did not dodge or dodge, and slapped his right palm out like a cattail leaf fan. A muffled sound was heard in the air. It turned out to be the wind from the palm that came first, and the stick was deflected.
The shadow of the stick is heavy, and the wind roars in the palm.
For a moment, Prajna Platform was full of energy, and the two of them were going back and forth, and the fight was lively.
The young monks in the audience were excited and cheered from time to time.
"Brother Huichen's "Demon-Subduing Staff Technique" is getting better and better!"
"Brother Huichi's "Great Stele-Smashing Hand" has also reached its peak. His palm is so powerful that it can shake an iron rod!"
Everyone's attention was attracted by this exciting duel.
Except Su Yu.
He didn't even glance at the two people on the stand.
His eyes fell on the sea of clouds in the distance.
The clouds roll and relax, gathering and dispersing impermanently.
There are seven flaws in the stick technique: the force is applied too hard and the force is recovered too slowly.
The palm technique seems powerful, but the energy and blood are dispersed and not condensed. Ten percent of the strength is wasted, and thirty percent is wasted.
In his eyes, this battle, which others saw as evenly matched, was as slow as a child playing, with loopholes everywhere.
If he comes on stage, one move can end it.
This is the difference between the Earth Realm and Mystic Realm.
It is the dimensional suppression of Yellow Springs Prison Qi and ordinary True Qi.
Su Yu slowly closed his eyes and began to deduce in his mind the "Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison Saber" he had just acquired.
Mystic Sword Sect's thousands of years of accumulation of sword skills are now turning into nourishment for his growth.
Time passes bit by bit.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of a weapon falling to the ground brought everyone back to their thoughts.
On Prajna Platform, Huichi was hit in the chest by an iron rod. He took seven or eight steps back, his face turned pale, and finally he clasped his hands together and bowed his head to admit defeat.
"Concession."
The thin Huichen stood up with his stick put away. Although his breath was a little disordered, his brows were filled with the joy and complacency of victory.
He won.
The first step has been taken towards the final decisive battle.
But at the next moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"Next round, you will meet me."
"Then, your competition will be over."