my fox wife

Chapter 548 Lin Ni Wins

Lin Ni in the audience was shocked when he saw India's Ah San using this kind of boxing technique, and his heart was full of doubts and anger.

The reason for the anger was because the Indian monk who lied to Liao Qing's daughter also knew this kind of boxing. Although Lin Ni had never had contact with that monk, he had seen him use it in the forest, and it was very powerful.

At that time, I heard from him that it seemed to be called Tantric Arhat Boxing.

Zhang Tianji was punched in the chest by the Lost Arhat, and more than a dozen fist holes burst out of the Taoist robe on his back. At the same time, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he flew off the table.

"Amitabha, the poor have won again." The Indian Ah San's face became even more rampant.

The Taoist priest of the Zhengyi Sect ran over to help Zhang Tianji up, and helped him back to his seat. Zhang Tianji looked at the Indian Ah San on the stage unwillingly.

"It's all lost." Seeing Zhang Tianji return to his seat unwillingly, Lan Zixun sighed.

Li Dianfeng said, "Zhengyi Sect doesn't need weapons. It mainly focuses on Taoism and tricks. Minghong Dao can't exert its power at all."

"I feel that this monk is very evil." The more Lan Zixun looked at it, the more he felt that the Indian Asan was weird.

"Of course it's evil, he's a fake monk." Mo Tong tilted his head and said.

"This monk is a womanizer." Li Dianfeng explained, "There are no less than a hundred women who have been spoiled by him."

Lin Ni, who heard this next to him, turned his head and said, "Is it true? Such an exaggeration?"

"When did you see brother Dianfeng talking nonsense?" Mo Tong rolled his eyes at Lin Ni's question.

"I'll go up and meet this monk."

Lin Ni took out the Xuanyuan Sword and directly volleyed onto the stage.

"I'm going down to Lin Ni."

Lin Ni is not a Taoist disciple and has no Taoist name.

"Poor monk Ah San." The Indian Ah San clasped his hands together.

"Master, where did you practice before?" Lin Ni asked.

"Amitabha, the poor monk came to China only this year, but he was in India before." Ah San said.

This Indian third son looks a bit like an Indian, but at most he looks like a Chinese. He should be of Indian blood, but the monk who lied to Liao Qing's daughter doesn't seem to have such a sign.

Lin Ni didn't speak, just nodded, and pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword that was carried behind his back. A golden sword immediately caught the attention of everyone in the audience.

The Indian Ah San was also shocked when he saw Xuanyuan Sword.

Damn, I just beat Ming Hongdao away, now Xuanyuan Sword will come, it's been like this since the beginning, do you want to be like this?

"Please?"

Seeing that the opponent was afraid of the sword in his hand, Lin Ni smiled.

Indian Ah San withdrew her gaze, folded her hands together, and stared at Lin Ni.

Li Dianfeng in the audience analyzed who would win between Lin Ni and Indian Asan. Although Lin Ni said that he would not participate, he still came on stage. Even so, he still hoped that Lin Ni would win, mainly because the Indian monk was too disgusting .

"Who do you think will win?" Li Dianfeng turned to Lan Zixun.

"Hard to say."

"I hope Lin Ni wins, brother Dianfeng, what do you think?" Mo Tong leaned over, hugged Li Dianfeng's arm, and put his head on her shoulder.

Li Dianfeng grabbed her face, "I'm just like you."

In fact, Minghong Sword is not suitable for Lin Ni, but Xuanyuan Sword is quite suitable for him. Xuanyuan Sword is not heavy, but Minghong Sword is too heavy. The knife also has a backlash effect. If you are not careful, you will be controlled by Ming Hongdao to kill people indiscriminately.

Because Ming Hong Dao is a magic sword.

The Taoism Lin Ni learned can be used as a weapon, so the Xuanyuan Sword has played a role in his hands, and his strength has also been improved.

Ah San of India didn't dare to get close to Lin Ni's body at all. Lin Ni stored some spiritual energy in the Xuanyuan Sword, and every time he swung the sword, there would be golden sword energy.

Indian Asan also hides very quickly, but there is no way to keep hiding for hundreds of forests.

So he dodged several times in a row, and suddenly he squatted down with his legs crossed, and his fists came out together. The dense fists appeared around his fists and blasted towards Lin Ni, making a secret and chaotic breaking sound.

Lin Ni had already made preparations in advance, bent his knees and jumped, dodged in the air, floated in the air and slashed horizontally with his sword, the golden sword energy swung out from Xuanyuan's blade, and slashed towards Ah San in India like a crescent moon.

Indian Asan is not a vegetarian, so he dodged a somersault easily, and then volleyed into the air, preparing to use old tricks and new ones to knock down Lin Ni.

But how could Lin Ni let him get close? When he came up, the spiritual energy had already forced his right foot down, kicking towards the Indian Ah San who came up in the air.

A shocking dinosaur foot hit India Ah San's chest, making a muffled "boom".

The Indian Ah San tilted from the air and flew off the stage, spitting blood, unable to get up.

Lin Ni volleyed to the ground and swung his sword in front of Ah San in India. The Xuanyuan sword cut through the clothes in front of Ah San and directly pressed the tattoo on Ah San's left atrium.

"It's really you."

The monk who lied to Liao Qing's daughter also had tattoos on his body. He had seen that monk was naked when he practiced under the waterfall in the back mountain in the forest.

"Do you know the poor monk?" said the Indian Ah San who was lying on the ground.

Lin Ni smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned his head and said to Liao Qing who was seated, "Master Liao, please come here."

Liao Qing, who was recuperating with his legs crossed, opened his eyes and walked over, and said displeasedly, "What's the matter?"

"This man is the Indian monk who lied to your daughter."

Lin Ni walked up to Liao Qing and whispered in Liao Qing's ear.

Liao Qing's eyes widened when he heard this.

"Is this true?"

"Of course, the tattoo on his front is what I saw with my own eyes."

Hearing this, without further ado, Liao Qing pulled out the sword behind him and stabbed Indian Asan's heart directly on the ground.

"Amitabha."

The monk came out, and everyone heard the sound and looked.

I saw a white-browed monk.

"Why does the benefactor want to kill?"

"What are you?" Liao Qing shouted.

Seeing that Liao Qing was going to kill someone, the Taoist priests on the left stood up one after another, guessing at each other, and the air was filled with strong doubts for a while.

And Li Dianfeng was also full of guesses, but he had already guessed why, but he didn't confirm it, so he didn't stand up.

"Hey, do you want to fight or not? What are you doing?"

"That's right, Liao Qing, what kind of killer do you want to kill? If you can't beat someone, why do you want to kill someone?"

"The evil spirits all over the world now, if you don't choose a leader, how can you order the masters of Buddhism and Taoism?"

Whoosh.

I saw a famous monk on the right volleying up to the stage. Looking carefully, it was a lama, that is, Asuoduo who besieged Li Dianfeng in Longcheng.

"The poor monk is here, benefactor Lin, please come to the stage."

Asuoduo ignored the matter of Liao Qing and India's Asan, and directly challenged Lin Ni on stage.

"I'll just play one game and let others play."

Lin Ni went to Li Dianfeng and sat down.

Seeing Lin Ni like this, the Taoist priests in the world of cultivating immortals were in an uproar again, not knowing what to do.
(End of this chapter)