The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

He had always been brooding over the death of Zhen Hai.    

To him, Zhen Hai's abbot was like a teacher to him. Today, he was going to help the abbot regain face in this competition.    

The huge Ten Thousand Word Buddha Seal spun in the air and pressed down on Loong Wenzhang, as if it was suppressing a demonic devil.    

"Son of a b * tch, your strength is out of your control."    

Facing the mighty Ten Thousand Word Buddha Seal, Loong Wenzhang stood quietly on the spot, his face indifferent as he recited the chapter.    

Golden characters slowly took shape in the air, blocking the Ten Thousand Word Buddha Seal.    

When the golden light touched it, it became even more dazzling, as if the sun had fallen into the mortal world.    

Loong Wenzhang's means were not strange. Their Void Imperfection Temple had been in contact with the Scarlet Sun Academy for so many years, and they knew each other very well. Therefore, he didn't try to defeat Loong Wenzhang with these means.    

"Radiance Palm!"    

He had learned almost all of the martial skills of Void Imperfection Temple, and it wasn't a rough learning process. He was very proficient in every single one of them. This was also the reason why True Sea thought that he had mastered the Buddhist principles.    

A palm print condensed from pure Buddhism energy instantly appeared between heaven and earth, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.    

At the same time, dark golden light circulated around the body of the profound technique as it took the initiative to charge forward.    

He had the Golden Bell Cover, and his defense was extremely powerful. He wasn't afraid of Loong Wenzhang's attack.    

"Why do you have to do this? Isn't it good to recite poems together?"    

Loong Wenzhang finally moved. He couldn't allow the profound art to get close to him. That would be courting death.    

After all, he was a scholar who could not even truss a chicken. He was not as bearable as those bald men!    

"It's like a cloud covering the moon, like a flowing wind returning to snow..."    

Loong Wenzhang once again recited ancient texts, and his words were slow and unhurried. As his voice echoed, it couldn't help but cause one to be intoxicated within.    

When he spoke, his figure also became extremely swift, like a flowing wind that was elusive, like a flying snow that was difficult to find.    

Xuan Fa gritted his teeth. These poor scholars couldn't do anything else but recite poems.    

"Vajra Traceless Step!"    

Loong Wenzhang had a movement technique, so naturally, the Void Imperfection Temple had one as well. In the blink of an eye, the body of the Xuan Fa split into three, three into nine, and finally spread all over the island.    

"As expected of the person known as the Arhat. The Vajra Traceless Step has been used by him to the peak of perfection!" Masked Moon Nunnery's Master Wujing's eyes lit up, and he sighed with emotion.    

Zhen De, who had taken over the position of Master Zhen Hai, put his palms together unhurriedly. "Abbess, you flatter me. The profound technique is indeed a piece of unpolished jade, but it still needs to be polished. It's hard to see Tathagata."    

"It's as difficult as ascending the heavens to want to see a group of people who are not in the state of appearance."    

The others did not have the time to listen to Wu Jing and Zhen De discuss the Zen Opportunity. They paid full attention to the situation on the stage.    

The profound art had been chasing after Loong Wenzhang, but Loong Wenzhang's movement technique was erratic, and he only occasionally counterattacked.    

This allowed the mystic technique to have strength all over its body, but there was nowhere to use it!    

When the mystic technique saw this scene, its eyes suddenly became ruthless.    

Golden flames suddenly burst out from his body, and his speed suddenly increased greatly!    

"No!" Zhen De looked at the mystic technique that was using a secret technique and hurriedly shouted.    

However, no one else could interfere in the competition. Even though Zhen De was anxious, he could only watch helplessly.    

"Little monk, why are you doing this?"    

Loong Wenzhang saw that Xuan Fa was determined to fight him, and his expression became even more helpless.    

However, the mysterious man didn't listen to Loong Wenzhang's words. He carried the Buddha Light that filled the sky, and like a Buddha that had descended to the world, he struck out with his palm.    

Loong Wenzhang looked at the determination in Profound Fa's eyes and let out a soft sigh.    

"Forget it. In order to prevent your foundation of Great Dao from being damaged, I can only use a few techniques."    

"I'll give you a Mountain Imprisoning Ode."    

Loong Wenzhang tapped the tip of his foot to increase the distance between him and the mysterious technique. With a wave of his palm, golden books flew out from his bosom.    

"There are people who use the Imperial City as a cage, but I've never heard of people who use the mountain forest as a cage..."    

An ethereal voice sounded out as the book began to slowly emit light and surround the profound technique. After which, it suddenly shrank.    

These book scrolls seemed to have formed a cage that could not be flipped over. They tightly trapped the mysterious technique within and were difficult to break free from.    

The mysterious technique was caught in the middle by the book. Its eyes sparkled, but it was unable to move!    

"Mystic art, admit defeat." Loong Wenzhang stood in front of Xuan Fa with a calm expression and said faintly.    

Xuan Fa stared at Loong Wenzhang angrily, but there was nothing he could do.    

After a long time, the golden light around his body disappeared, and the Buddha flame was also slowly extinguished.    

"I lost."    

Mystic Art let out a long sigh. He looked ashamed!    

As Mystic Technique took the initiative to admit defeat, the match between the two of them ended here.    

Loong Wenzhang won, and obtained a spot for the Saint Inheritance!    

The dean of the Firethorn College, Meng Haoran, didn't seem surprised by Loong Wenzhang's victory. There was a faint smile on his face, as if everything was under his control.    

After the battle between Loong Wenzhang and Xuan Fa ended, it was Mooh Chen and Yang Guang's turn.    

The battle between the two of them had attracted a lot of attention. Everyone's eyes were wide open, and they didn't want to miss out on any details.    

One side was the Prime Emperor's disciple, while the other side was the powerful candidate to fight for the position of the Prime Emperor.    

Most importantly, Mooh Chen's strength was far weaker than Yang Guang's, but his identity as the Prime Emperor's disciple had added a lot of mystery to him.    

Everyone present was looking forward to seeing if Mooh Chen had some kind of amazing technique that could transform the rotten into the magical, and turn defeat into victory.    

Yang Guang couldn't wait for this battle any longer. He rubbed his fists and rubbed his palms together, and his eyes were filled with ruthlessness.    

He had to fight this battle beautifully!    

He had to use thunderous means to defeat this Prime Emperor's head disciple and make him his stepping stone.    

From now on, his name would shake the world!    

Before Yang Guang left, Guo Xunfeng quietly reminded him.    

"Remember, you must get the quota this time!"    

Yang Guang only grinned. He had already won the battle.    

He might not even need that pill to deal with a Mid Fourth Level!    

As soon as the two of them stepped onto the island, everyone's gaze gathered at this place, not wanting to move even an inch.    

"I hope you can give me some pointers."    

Mooh Chen didn't have a good impression of this ruthless Yang Guang, but he still spoke politely.    

Yang Guang didn't reply. He just stared at Mooh Chen with burning eyes.    

"Ancestor's Head Disciple... Hehe, today, he will be defeated by me!"    

As soon as Duan Zexiong announced the start of the competition, Yang Guang's figure rushed forward at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, the wind from his fist was heard by Mooh Chen's ears.    

"What a fast speed!"    

Mooh Chen's facial expression remained unchanged. It seemed that Yang Guang had hidden quite a bit of his strength when he was fighting Huo Zimo!    

Bang!    

The Flowing Cloud Sword Intent spread out in all directions, and the long sword blocked in front of him.    

Yang Guang's fist, which seemed to contain the power to split heaven and earth, directly bent the sword.    

If it wasn't for Mooh Chen's quick-wittedness, he would have taken a quick step back.    

He was afraid that this punch would have landed on his chest.    

"Gale Sand!"    

Facing Mooh Chen, Yang Guang didn't try to hide anything anymore. He used the supreme martial arts of Wind Cloud Sect.    

Huo Zimo was just a nobody and was not worthy of his attention.    

However, Mooh Chen was different. He had to use all of his means to win by killing Huo Zimo. Only then could he leave the deepest impression in everyone's heart!