Chapter 1186: Contains the Great Dharma

As soon as Zhong Jinliang came on the court, he politely handed over to Yu Ling from Mount Emei, and said, "Zhong Kui's descendant Zhong Jinliang, please enlighten me."
The opposite teacher Yu Ling was too calm, but also very respectful. He bowed to Zhong Jinliang and declared a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha...The disciple Yu Ling of Master Lengyue in Mount Emei, I have met this layman."
At this moment, Zhong Jinliang looked at the little teacher Yu Ling too squarely, and found that the little teacher in front of him had extremely delicate features, white and tender skin, and a slender figure in his early twenties, like a person walking out of the painting. Facing the charming little teacher in front of him, Zhong Jinliang suddenly felt a little embarrassed to take action. He was afraid that this charming little teacher would break up with the hand.
But when Zhong Jinliang looked at Yu Ling's clear and watery eyes, he didn't think so again. Her eyes were deep and vast and calm, as if she could see through herself at a glance.
Coupled with the previous reminders from Ge Yu and Wu Jiuyin, Zhong Jinliang knew that the little teacher in front of him was absolutely horrified.
Therefore, Zhong Jinliang had to deal with it calmly. At the moment, Zhong Jinliang flicked the folding fan in his hand. With a burst of immortality, the folding fan suddenly turned into a sword and let out a crisp sound.
"Little Master Yu Ling, please..." Zhong Jinliang greeted.
Little Master Yu Ling nodded too much, and did not take out any magical items. It seems that this little Master Yu Ling has never used any magical items since participating in this fight, so he went to the front empty-handed. Thirteen come.
Seeing that Master Yu Ling didn't take out the magic weapon, Zhong Jinliang asked with some doubts: "Little Master Yu Ling, don't you use the weapon? My sword is sharp and it takes a lot of advantage."
"Amitabha, the monk is compassionate, don't move the sword, come here." Yu Ling said little master too calmly.
Hearing this, Zhong Jinliang admired this little teacher even more. It was really a Buddhism power. At the moment, he was even more cautious. He said that he was offended, and he held the sword in his hand and turned towards that Yu. Little Master Ling chopped over too much.
Even if the sharp sword of Slashing Immortals fell before Yu Ling's face, she still didn't panic, her body just flashed slightly, and then she avoided.
In the eyes of the people in the audience, the little master Yu Ling flashed this lightly, ordinary and ordinary routines, but in Zhong Jinliang’s eyes, it was completely different, because the little master Yu Ling was too good at swords. As soon as she was about to fall on her, she dodged to one side in a flash, as if she had disappeared from nowhere, panning a step.
Such magical powers are so fast that people can't imagine.
When Yu Ling dodged Zhong Jinliang's sword too much, he immediately waved a palm and patted Zhong Jinliang's body from the air.
With a palm out, the wind and clouds moved, and the palm wind formed a strong force. The palm did not touch Zhong Jinliang's body, and Zhong Jinliang's body was pushed by the palm wind for four or five steps.
In the eyes of everyone in the audience, it seemed that Zhong Jinliang had deliberately avoided it. However, only Zhong Jinliang himself could perceive how terrifying power this little Master Yu Ling was too small.
After being forced away by the little master Yu Ling with a palm, Zhong Jinliang was shocked, knowing that if he didn't release some powerful tricks, he could not deal with the little master Yu Ling too.
At the moment, he took a deep breath, raised the sword of Zhanxian again, and then urged Xianluan to step forward, and his figure quickly surrounded the little master Yu Ling, and the sword of Zhanxian moved towards Yu Lingxiao from various tricky angles. The teacher was stabbed.
At this time, the little master Yu Ling stood still too much, and closed his eyes. Through the powerful induction of the field, he judged the direction of Zhong Jinliang’s sword, whenever Zhong Jinliang’s long sword stabbed. At that time, she could always take a step ahead of him to judge the trend and movement of the long sword, either avoid it, or dexterously stretched out her hand, slapped away the sword in Zhong Jinliang's hand.
Although it was only a light wave of his hands, the power of those white jade hands on the Sword Immortal Sword was majestic and terrifying. The shaking Zhong Jinliang's hands were a little numb, and he could barely hold the sword in his hands. Yu Ling's little teacher, there is a faint Buddha light flashing on his body, like a blooming snow lotus, spotlessly clean, so that the fear in Zhong Jinliang's heart is rising.
In this way, after Zhong Jinliang tried dozens of tricks, he still couldn't shake the little teacher Yu Ling too much.
Afterwards, Zhong Jinliang took a deep breath and retreated directly to the edge of the ring, intending to perform his ultimate ultimate move, adding that ray of Zhong Kui's spiritual knowledge to his body.
When Zhong Jinliang and Yu Ling were too aggressive, everyone in the audience watched the trap.
Because for a long time, this little Yu Ling Master Tai was unremarkable in the eyes of everyone, and she did not show how strong she was, but she could always win every fight.
Zhong Jinliang, as a descendant of Zhong Kui, was a dark horse that came out of this ring competition. In the eyes of everyone, he was a promising candidate to win the top spot, and he couldn't hold this little Yu Ling.
Among the top ten elders, there were many people talking about it, even if they had participated in the battle that besieged the general rudder of Yiguandao, the little master Yu Ling at that time did not make any glaring actions.
Ge Yu was also staring at the little master Yu Ling's every move. After taking a closer look, he also felt that the great Buddha Dharma contained in this little master was indeed somewhat difficult to defeat.
I can't help sighing, Ryoko is probably about to lose.
On the ring, Zhong Jinliang shook the Immortal Sword in his hand and turned it into a folding fan again. The eyes were in full view, but when he saw Zhong Jinliang took out a scroll from the folding fan, he hung it on the ring and opened the scroll. , Revealing a portrait of Zhong Kui.
As soon as they saw the portrait of Zhong Kui, the people watching the ring below couldn't help but start talking. Everyone could see that Zhong Jinliang wanted to amplify the rhythm of the move.
Immediately afterwards, Zhong Jinliang pinched Nianjue, and the surrounding Qichang began to roll, and a cloud of white fairy mist began to diffuse from the portrait of Zhong Kui.
Zhong Jinliang didn't want to give up, but also wanted to use the means of getting Zhong Kui's upper body to fight Yu Ling Xiaoshitai for the last time.
On the other hand, Yu Ling's little teacher, suddenly felt the strong fluctuations in the field, and the closed eyes suddenly opened, and the eyes were still calm as water.
"Amitabha...Zhong Kui Patriarch...offended..." Yu Ling said, his figure shook, and he appeared directly next to Zhong Jinliang.