Chapter 1636: Contention

Hearing the words of Tianxin Buddha, Miao Shui's expression remained calm. She glanced at Long Shisan who was still hesitating beside her, and sneered: "Even though this seat is a woman, not everyone can bully it. If you take it, you must take the blame, and the treasure is right in front of you. If you don't take it, wouldn't you let down the opportunity given by God?"
Long Shisan had hesitated at first, but when he heard the words of Madam Miao Shui, his eyes instantly became firm.
"Master Yimei, this relic has an important role for Long Mou, please forgive Long Mou also wants to fight." Long Shisan said in a deep voice.
Hearing the words of Master Miaoshui and Long Shisan, Master Yimei's expression became more gloomy. He turned his gaze to the Buddha of Tianxin, then spread his hands and said, "Sir, neither of them agrees. There is no way."
In the crowd, watching the dispute between the three major sects and the Tianxin Buddhas over the assignment of relics, a bright color appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.
All three have to compete, but it is best. Only in this way can he have a chance.
Compared with the elders of the three sects, Zhang Yifeng's current cultivation base is still very weak. If the three sects negotiated the distribution of the relics and reached a consensus, he would not have any chance to obtain the relics.
He can fish in troubled waters only when the three major sects have differences and contradictions, causing violent conflicts.
"disagree?"
The Tianxin Buddha frowned. He glanced at Miao Shui and Long Shisan with cold eyes, Shen Ning for a long time, before saying: "Since you all disagree, then we will rely on our own ability, whoever can get the relic."
"That's great."
Both Long Shisan and Miao Shui laughed, agreeing with Tianxin Buddha's words.
At this time, Master Yimei said again: "Then we will make an agreement, no matter which party gets the relics in the body of the golden old man, the sect where he is located will not be able to get involved with the other eight relics. I don’t know what you think. ?"
Both Long Shisan and Miao Shui nodded their heads, and if they could get the best one, they would naturally not go against the anger and covet the relics in the eight golden arhats.
"How about those loose repairs?" Long Shisan said suddenly.
Master Yimei sneered and said: "There are only nine relics here, and we still don't have enough points, how can we get them in turn? Besides, they have already gained a lot before and should be content."
Upon hearing this, Long Shisan and others nodded in agreement.
In their opinion, it is enough for their own interests to be guaranteed. As for those casual cultivators, no one cares about their gains or losses.
"But, how can we get these relics?" Long Shisan asked again.
The Tianxin Buddha glanced at the mechanism that emerged on the high platform, his eyes were a bit solemn, he pondered for a while, and said: "The master of the pagoda must have left a powerful method here before his life to prevent the relics from being taken away by others. The methods left by the master of the stupa, if we force the relics, will surely cause huge casualties."
"Then what to do?"
The Tianxin Buddha thought for a while, and was about to speak. At this moment, the casual monk who had retired, seemed unable to stand the temptation of the relics, and a dozen people jumped onto the high platform.
Seeing this scene, a cold smile appeared in Tianxin Buddha's eyes.
"It seems that someone has solved the methods left by the pagoda master for us."
Hearing that, Long Shisan and the others looked at the high platform, and there was a smile in their eyes. These casual monks were really stupid, thinking that they could get the golden body Arhat and the relics in the old man from the high platform?
Sure enough, on the high platform, there were several faint rays of light emerging, and the faint light turned into dozens of flying knives, killing seven scattered monks in an instant!
After a scream, only nine of the monks who had jumped onto the platform were left.
"Quickly, take the relic and leave here!"
Among the nine people, no one said it, and the others all reacted and rushed to the nearest golden Arhat.
boom!
A monk leaned his hand towards the Arhat, but when he was less than three inches away from the Arhat, his body suddenly burst open and exploded into a cloud of blood.
Immediately afterwards, five of the remaining eight cultivators also burst into a cloud of blood, while the other three unexpectedly took out the relics from the body of the golden Arhat.
The three relics, although not as big as the one in the middle old man, were much better than the ones they got before.
Once the three surviving monks succeeded, they immediately jumped off the platform.
Unfortunately, even if you are lucky, how can you get away?
The three monks had just jumped off the high platform and were immediately surrounded by the other monks, and the eyes of everyone watching them became gloomy.
"Hand over the relics!"
"Yes, hand over the relics! You can still go around you to survive"
...A group of cultivators looked at the three greedily, with murderous intent in their eyes, and even many cultivators were already eager to try. It seemed that as long as these three cultivators refused, they would not hesitate to step forward and them.
The three of them were also stiff, and faced the persecution of everyone, there was a ruthless look in their eyes.
"Hmph, this is our life in exchange, you want it, you can grab it if you have the ability!" said one of the monks with a grim look.
When the words fell, a long sword appeared in the monk's hands, and a powerful aura erupted from his body, which made people look at him.
Feeling the powerful aura from the monk's body, everyone's complexion changed slightly, and the timid among them had even begun to quietly retreat.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"Everyone, we are looking for wealth and danger. There are still six relics on the high platform. Why don't we fight for it? Maybe good luck will fall on us."
Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and looked at the remaining five golden arhats and the middle old man on the high platform. They only hesitated for a while, and then all rushed to the high platform.
"moron."
In the crowd, Zhang Yifeng did not rush to the casual practitioners, because he knew that even if he got the relics from the high platform by chance, the people of the three major sects would not let him take the relics alive. Moreover, the people of the three major sects wanted these casual repairs to be cannon fodder.
The fact is indeed the case. Master Yimei and the others looked at the scattered monks who were embracing them, and there was no anxious expression in their eyes, and there was no intention to stop them.
"When the casual repairmen are almost dead, it's time for us." Master Yimei said with a smile to Long Shisan and the others.
The strong don't care about the life and death of casual cultivators. In their eyes, these casual cultivators are just a group of extremely stupid people. The only value of their existence is to remove obstacles for them and act as cannon fodder.