Chapter 387

"Wang family No. 4 vs. Li family No. 11. If you want to bet, please hurry up." Yi Heng carefully observed the man who set up the gambling shop. He thought that he must be a monk in the Lord's house.

He was dressed in a black Taoist uniform and built a large foundation. This also made the next fighting monks try their best to cast the Dharma, which also made the fighting practice field more fiery and made the monks brave to leave.

However, it is not easy to estimate the strength of the two men. If someone knows a monk of a certain side, he will spread his reputation in the war, and those who don't know can only count on this number.

Last time random day challenged himself, there must be a small number of people who bet themselves because they are number four, and more people bet him because they know his reputation.

This time, the fat man is No. 11 and has no fame. The opponent is No. 4, and no one seems to have seen his hand.

Therefore, the banker will win or lose ratio is very low.

"Wang's No. 4 wins, 1:1, Li's No. 11 wins, 1:2, and he's sure to leave." Judging from the numbers, it's clear that number four is too far ahead.

However, there are differences in the strength of monks from different schools, so it is hard to say whether they will win or not.

Obviously, many friars are willing to believe Wang family No. 4. Even if it is one to one, they are also willing to bet on it. They only bet on two hundred thousand or three hundred thousand spirit stones for fun.

"Four million spirit stones at No. 11 of the royal family." Yi Heng no longer wait, take a gap, squeeze into the crowd, hand over the storage bag.

Generally speaking, a spare storage bag will be prepared for this kind of large spirit stone transaction.

The man took the storage bag, cleared the stone inside, transferred it into his own storage bag, took out a jade card, carved gambling information on it, and handed it to him with the empty storage bag.

After Yi Heng took over, the bet has become a fact, and the population yelled: "four million spirit stones on the 11th of the Li family will be taken away."

This shout caused several people to stare and hesitate. Obviously, I don't know why he is so sure.

But the next bet is Wang family No. 4 to win more, only a few of them follow the bet fat man to win.

Yi Heng sees the poisonous snake with his own eyes. The bet is three million spirit stones.

He was shocked. Did the Viper know the fat man? Or is that the man's hot eyes?

Before thinking clearly, he saw the snake's two cold eyes shooting at him again. After one look at him, he turned and walked towards his seat.

He saw that Yi Heng was so stingy that he could not bear to take out the eight spirit stones of the transmission array. He could take out four million spirit stones and dare to bet four million spirit stones.

Without absolute certainty, how could such a miserly person do such things?

Under his ruthlessness, he also put all the spirit stones on his body. Seeing Yi Heng's back, he felt that his whole body was full of flaws, but he looked like a person without any flaws. How could his eyes be bad?

Yi Heng returns to the position to sit down, the field two people have not started, seems to be deliberately waiting for the above bet.

Looking at the fat man that is full of fat and fat incomparable body, and some of the opponent's thin body, forming a sharp contrast.

Thinking in his heart, the fat man knew the poisonous snake. Now it seems that the poisonous snake also knows the fat man. Is it possible that these two people are old acquaintances?

If the old acquaintance, want to rely on the fat man's character, certainly will everything and the snake together, but these days it seems that there is no way.

That can only show one problem. Although it is an old acquaintance, it is not a friend.

The fat man once said that there were few people alive under the viper, and the living people would not say his power. Was the fat man the one who started with him but was still alive?

Today, the odds are even greater. I don't know if the snake's voice is so cold. Although it's not quite like it, will it be the captain that night?

The sound of "bang" interrupted his thoughts. He could see that there was a fat and a thin figure at the bottom, and the two figures were already fighting together.

Not all friars are like Hu madmen, and start with a hand to hand fight.

On the contrary, when other friars fight with each other, they will use their magic, magic tools, talisman and so on at the beginning, and use them absolutely.

It is absolutely the best way to kill the opponent on the spot before finding out the routine.

The fat men in purple and black Taoist robes and the thin friars in white Taoist robes offered their magic weapons at the beginning.

But the fat man's magic weapon not only disappointed him, but also disappointed the whole audience.

Magic weapons can be refined into the appearance of thousands of things in the world, but generally speaking, the sword and shell are the most, one attack and one defense.

However, there are also many strange magic tools, which can not be met or imagined. For example, the fat man even offered a futon, a real Futon.

"Was the fat man prepared to defend rather than attack in the first place? Or is the futon always ready to practice He murmured in his heart.

The white Taoist priest was very conventional. He had two flying swords hanging in front of him and holding his hands to decide. He was ready to attack.

"Whoosh, whoosh" two sword lights flashed past and stabbed the fat man's chest and abdomen. At this time, the fat man did not react. He pointed to the futon in front of his body in a hurry, and the futon was in front of him.When the light of the sword disappeared, the two flying swords bounced back. The thin friar pointed at it with his left hand, and the two flying swords wound around the fat man's back again, whistling and stabbing at his back.

Snake's eyes slightly disappointed, see the fat man is still forced to be in a hurry, just defense, where can win?

He turned his head and looked at Yi Heng. There were fifty or sixty friars in the distance of more than thirty Zhang. Yi Heng also turned his head, and their eyes collided and separated.

But they all saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

At the beginning, Yi Heng gambled that the fat man had powerful skills. Otherwise, who would be willing to have such a fat body?

Later, he saw that the snake also beat the fat man to win. He thought that they were old acquaintances. When they knew that the fat man was powerful, he put his heart down.

The Viper had no heart to bet. Seeing Yi Heng so stingy, he dared to bet on the fat man. Naturally, he believed that the eyes of the same seed players were not bad, so he followed his bet.

Now it seems that the vision is not very good, is it because of good relations? But it's impossible to throw away four million spirit stones, right?

In the field, the thin Friar's flying sword became more and more smooth, sometimes accompanied by some talismans to hit the fat man.

Fat man a futon flying up and down, but not so flustered at this time.

But when the two flying swords separated and stabbed at him, he began to be hard to take care of it.

At this time, his Futon moved behind him, and the sword light in front of him stabbed his face.

At the critical moment, everyone thought that he would surely offer a magic weapon. However, he was saying something in his mouth, and his right hand snapped at the flying sword.

Yi Hengda was shocked. He could not directly touch the magic weapon even if it was full of spirit liquid.

He seemed to see the next moment that the fat hand was cut off immediately, the scene of blood racing.

Sure enough, the little friar sneered, pinched his left hand, and slashed the flying sword towards the fat man's right hand.

All the friars saw this scene clearly, and they could not help but utter the sound of "Shhh". In the eyes of the viper, they were even more suspicious.

All of a sudden, the fat on the fat man's right hand suddenly soared, as if it were full of air. It grew five or six times larger, and there was a white light around him.

The light of the right hand was only one or two points weaker, and there was no blood light.

All the monks were shocked by the scene and took a breath of cold air. What kind of skill is this?

Yi Heng couldn't help but be sure that the fat man had his unique skill. He suddenly felt the gaze of two arrows on his right side. He turned his head and saw that the poisonous snake was looking at him. The meaning of his eyes was not clear.

The thin friar was obviously shocked. He knew that only two flying swords could do nothing for him. After wiping with his left hand, six flying swords appeared in front of him.

He recalled the two flying swords that were attacking, so there were eight flying swords floating in front of him.

At this time, all the practitioners were shocked again. With eight excellent flying swords, his soul was absolutely extraordinary.

As alchemy, weapon refining, and rune making, the strength of soul determines the flexibility and how much of it.

Nowadays, most of the friars can only control two magic weapons, one attack and one defense. However many, they will lose sight of one and lose the other. On the contrary, it is not as effective as one magic weapon.

But how could he control eight things?

When he looked at it carefully, he felt relieved. Although he had eight flying swords in front of him, he didn't use them at the same time. He attacked the fat man with three swords.

Yi Heng is also at ease. His soul must be one of the best here.

After all, it integrates the soul of Yi Heng in this world, and has a soul formula. Although the Bagua disk can not make his soul strong, it can support his soul power.

But he asked himself that he could not control so many magic weapons at the same time. At most, four of them were the limit.

Under the attack of three flying swords, the fat man began to be in a hurry again. One side of the futon blocked his back, and his right hand defended the front, which was very hard.

After a while, there was a bloodstain on his thigh. The fat man roared with pain. It seemed that the fatter the man was, the more unbearable the pain was.

It's just a superficial sword wound, but it's also painful.

The fat face showed a fierce color, two fat lips turned up and down, as if reciting a formula, the left hand suddenly extended, also like the right hand, inflated, big, emitting white light, aimed at the flying sword stabbing to the left rib.

"Pa", the flying sword was snapped askew and failed.

Thin friars naturally do not give up, constantly driven three flying swords, flying up and down, the movements do not leave the key to the fat man.

The fat man became more and more comfortable. At this time, the futon was not used. He used two big hands, which expanded four or five times, to fly the flying sword.

Now it's the thin Friar's turn to embarrass him. Driving three flying swords is the ultimate. But the fat man has excellent defense. He only suffered one sword wound from the fight for half an hour now?

This is not in line with the strength of his No. 4. At this time, his face was soured and three flying swords were recalled.

The eight flying swords in front of the body are surrounded in a circle, emitting essence and connecting with each other.

Now, the monks will know why this little friar is ranked No. 4.This must be a sword array. Even if it is a very simple sword array, it is extremely rare. These eight flying swords are connected into one and attack fiercely, and only a few of them need to be controlled.

Yi Heng naturally heard people's comments, but he was nervous again. When he saw the so-called sword array for the first time, he didn't know how powerful it was.

But what is wrong with the array that he encounters?

Fat people naturally know what they are going to face. The fat on their faces turns pale. They seem to want to open their mouths and admit defeat.

Looking up at Yi Heng slightly, Yi Heng opens his mouth and says two words silently: Lingshi.

He could clearly see what he meant by his mouth, and his narrow eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Drive the futon to the front of the body, grow bigger and block the front. It seems that you want to try the power of the sword array.

"Taiyi sword array, disease." It seems that the thin friar is also hard to operate this sword array. With a wave of both hands at the fat man, the eight sword lights attack the fat man.

At this time, the sword light is connected with each other, and there is no interest in it. When the sword light hits the putuan, "Shua La" sounds, and the Pu Tuan is instantly broken, and the fat man "wow" spits out a mouthful of blood.

The magic weapon is connected with the mind, let alone broken. Even if it is hit hard, the monk will be injured.

With this blow, we can see the power of the sword array, which also makes the monks hold their breath and make their hearts beat.

Such a blow can even wring the magic weapon into pieces. What will happen to the body? What will happen to you?

Yi Heng's whole body is tight. The fat man will become flesh foam all over the sky, and his blood will be dyed red.

But if you encounter it, can you resist it?

"If you force me to use the sword array, you will be hanged." The thin friar roared and pinched his hands again to control the sword array.

Fat a mouthful of blood spurt, also know that this time has come to the moment of life and death, I am afraid it is too late to admit defeat.

left hand as like as two peas appeared in front of him.

People are disappointed. There are many fat futons, but can they resist the sword array? If they don't take more moves, how can they know the weakness of the sword array?

But at this time, the fat man did not block the futon in front of him. He felt the sharpness of the sword array in front of him. It seemed that the fat meat was about to be cut off.

Putuan was moved by his left hand and went to his feet. His whole body suddenly sat on the futon, his hands clasped together, and he said something in his mouth.

Most monks didn't understand why? Want some dignity? But when the sword array arrives, what dignity does it have?

Yi Heng naturally can't understand it, but knowing that the fat man cherishes his life, he can't do this useless work.

It's just that he looks like a Buddha. Is it true that the fat man is practicing Buddhism?

"Ruyi Buddha Tuo's true formula", the fat man's sonorous singing resounded throughout the hall. The monks opened their eyes in shock and saw his whole body inflated as if he were inflated.

A breath, the whole person will expand five or six times, sitting on the futon, hands together, a Buddhist breath rushed to the four sides.

At this time, the fat man's eyes are slightly open and his face is kind, just like a Buddha's Tuo. It seems that he is going to send out the light of Buddha to all directions.

Although the thin friar was surprised, he didn't think he could resist the sword array. He began to roar: "Taiyi sword array, the array destroys all things."

The sword array composed of eight flying swords suddenly covers the fat man in the Buddha light, and then the whole fighting field is filled with bursts of white light, and "crackling" lasts for more than ten minutes.

Although people on the stage tried hard to see what kind of fierce fighting happened in the white light, but a burst of strong light for more than ten minutes made people's eyes tingle.

After the strong light was annihilated, the eight flying swords, which formed the sword array, returned with a plaintive cry. The thin friar looked at the flying swords with some heartache.

When he found that the flying sword had nothing to do with it, he was shocked. He put a pill in his face and looked up at the fat man. It seemed that he didn't believe that he could defend the sword array.

At this time, the Buddha shaped by the fat man looks like nothing, and his face shows kindness.

The thin friar immediately remembered something, but he couldn't help laughing and said: "the Buddha's skill, only when you reach the level of arhat and understand his consciousness, can you help all living beings. At this time, you are just a conscious state. Although you can defend the sword array, what can you do to me?"

At this time, people were shocked. It was unexpected that Buddhist disciples would appear here. If so, the fat man would have been invincible.

Yi Heng also immediately recalled the introduction of Buddhism in the classics he read.

Buddhism is the sect in charge of the whole western Qingzhou. It is on the same level as tiejianmen in Gongzhou, Southwest China. Moreover, its status and strength should still be above that of tiejianmen.

The hierarchy of Buddhist disciples is not the same as that of the cultivation of immortals. It has its own internal levels, which are generally monks, vajras, Arhats, venerable persons and Bodhisattvas. However high the level is, there is no record in the general classics.

This realm corresponds to the realm of cultivating immortals, that is, Qi refining period, foundation building period, golden elixir period, Yuanying period, and Huashen period.

The Vajra realm of Buddhism is only to understand self-consciousness, while arhat realm understands consciousness and other consciousness. He consciousness is the ability to transform others. When Bodhisattva arrives, he has realized consciousness, other consciousness and half perfection of consciousness and practice.It's just that Buddhist disciples can't walk in the fairyland easily. Only when they reach the realm of arhat can they go out and walk. The arhat world is already aware of self-consciousness and other consciousness, and can go out to ferry people.

Therefore, the thin friar seems to have no fear. He does not believe that the fat man has the method of attack.

When the thick eyelids of the Buddha statue turned by the fat man opened, the fat lips opened, and a loud voice sounded: "Buddha Tuo compassionate palm.".

With his right hand raised, he turned his hand into his palm and pushed him slightly towards the slender monk.

A huge palm print came out of his hand and pressed towards the thin friar.

After the palm print was released, it became two Zhang in size, and the thin friar was very small in this palm.

"Taiyi sword array, eight swords at once." The thin friar was not willing to be defeated. Although the sword array was empty, the palm print was still more than ten feet away, so he felt that he could not avoid it, so he had to sacrifice the sword array again.

"Clang clang" a sound, the huge palm disappeared, but the sword array is also chaotic, the thin monk suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground.

"Buddha's mercy palm", the statue of Buddha waved his left hand, and a big palm print came out again and pressed towards him.

"Give up. I give up." The thin friar was scared out of his wits and screamed.

However, the Buddha did not seem to let go of his thoughts. With his eyes closed, he did not stop at all.

The palm print was getting closer and closer. At five Zhang's, the thin friar had already been pressed into his five senses to spurt blood, and his bones "click and click". However, the ground of the arena was hard and had not changed at all.

People thought that the fat man was so cruel and cruel. Where is the Buddhist disciple?

Just when people thought that the little monk was about to turn into a pool of blood, suddenly, a figure stood in front of him.

Everyone wiped their eyes to confirm that the figure must have suddenly appeared there, and the figure stretched out his right hand.

In front of the two Zhang size of the palm print, gently wave the sleeve, which gives the pressure of the whole field, instantly dissipates, not a trace.

The whole scene is so quiet that Yi Heng stops his heart beating. He doesn't dare to open his eyes and release his spiritual consciousness for fear of being detected by the figure.

Primipara? He read out three words with great difficulty in his heart. He was definitely a monk in the period of Yuanying.