My Demon Queen

Chapter 291 Top 6 25

Ye An quietly watched the two people competing in the field, his eyes full of amazement. Wuyou's strength was unexpectedly strong.

At this time, Mo Qingcheng walked slowly to Ye An with elegant steps.

She frowned slightly, her eyes fell on the little monk, and said softly: "The little monk's Golden Bell Cover is also outstanding in Buddhism. It is not easy to use it to this extent."

Ye An turned his head and looked at Mo Qingcheng with curiosity, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, and asked, "Wife, have you ever fought with people from the Buddhist sect?"

Mo Qingcheng lowered her eyes slightly, seeming to be lost in memories.

After a moment, she slowly said, "Yes. During the great war a thousand years ago, the Western Paradise chose to stay closed, but there was only one monk who was an exception. His name was Wuwo, and he traveled alone through the demon tribe to stop Ruxue and I from attacking the human race."

After listening to this, Ye An held his chin with one hand, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he murmured to himself, "Wuyou, Wuwo, these two people...their Buddhist names are somewhat similar!"

Mo Qingcheng cast his gaze towards Wuyou in the competition arena again, and said thoughtfully: "They should be disciples of the same master."

Ye An's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "Doesn't that mean Wuyou is very old?"

Mo Qingcheng shook her head lightly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and explained: "Wuyou is about the same age as you."

Ye An slowly shifted his gaze towards Wuyou who was still competing, his heart full of emotion. He didn't expect that Wuyou was really of the same generation as him.

The nine-tailed fox was originally standing quietly aside, but when she heard the conversation between Ye An and Mo Qingcheng, a bright light flashed in her beautiful eyes for a moment.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Wuyou curiously, her pretty face full of inquiry.

Gu Shuchen couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw the situation on the field.

His handsome face was filled with solemnity at the moment, and he thought to himself: "I didn't expect this little monk to be so powerful. He blocked all of Fang Chen's attacks with just a golden bell. It seems that it is only a matter of time before Fang Chen is defeated."

Gu Shuchen stood in the rest area, staring closely at the two people on the field.

Seeing Wuyou relying on only the Golden Bell Cover of Buddhism to defeat Fang Chen with all his skills, the difference in strength between the two was immediately apparent.

Confucius also stopped turning the pages of the book, slowly raised his head and looked towards the competition venue.

His old face showed no emotion or joy, his eyes were downcast, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

In the competition arena, Fang Chen's eyes became more and more fierce, and there seemed to be an unyielding flame burning in his eyes.

He stared closely at Wuyou, who was as steady as a rock not far away. The spiritual energy in his hands surged violently, surging like a raging tide.

Rays of light shot towards Wuyou like sharp arrows, and that light contained Fang Chen's anger and unwillingness.

Each ray of light carried a powerful force, as if it could penetrate Wuyou completely.

However, Wuyou still stood there steadily, and the golden bell cover emitted a brilliant golden light, like a dazzling sun.

The light was indestructible and blocked all attacks.

Fang Chen's attack hit the golden bell, making a dull roar, as if a huge hammer was hitting hard metal.

But the Golden Bell Cover did not waver at all and remained as solid as a rock.

"Humph!"

Fang Chen snorted lightly, and the pride in his heart was aroused.

He would never allow himself to be defeated so easily, and he quickly formed seals with his hands, and the literary energy condensed around him into shining articles.

These articles seem to possess a mysterious power, and every word exudes a powerful aura.

The article flutters in the air like a beautiful butterfly, but it carries a deadly threat.

The article swept towards Wuyou with the sound of whistling wind.

They surrounded Wuyou and constantly hit the golden bell.

Every impact caused a burst of intense light and energy fluctuations.

Fang Chen gritted his teeth and tried his best to control Wen Zhang's attack, trying to find the flaw in the Golden Bell Cover.

He believed that as long as he could find a slight flaw, he would be able to break Wuyou's defense and achieve victory.

But no matter how he attacked, Wuyou remained unmoved.

Wuyou's face was as calm as water, and his eyes revealed firm belief.

He clasped his hands together and muttered something, as if he was communicating with Buddha.

The light of the golden bell became brighter, like an indestructible fortress, guarding his body and mind.

Seeing this, Fang Chen couldn't help feeling anxious. Beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead and his breathing became rapid.

He once again increased the output of his spiritual energy, raising his strength to the extreme.

The article becomes more dazzling and more powerful.

But Wuyou's golden bell cover was still indestructible, with no signs of being breached.

As time passed, Fang Chen's strength gradually consumed.

His face turned pale and his body began to tremble slightly.

He knew that he couldn't go on like this. If he continued to waste his energy, he would eventually be exhausted by Wuyou and defeated.

Fang Chen stopped attacking and looked at Wuyou breathlessly.

His heart was filled with helplessness and unwillingness. He had never expected that he would be forced to such a point by a little monk.

He has always been confident in his own strength and believes that he can defeat any opponent except his senior brother.

But today, he met a powerful opponent, an opponent who made him feel powerless.

Wuyou slowly opened his eyes and put away his golden bell cover.

The dazzling golden light gradually disappeared, revealing a carefree and calm face.

He clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and saluted Fang Chen.

"Amitabha, you are very powerful. I admire you. How about we stop fighting today?"

Fang Chen was silent for a moment, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

He looked at Wuyou and felt his sincerity and kindness.

He knew that Wuyou was not a combative person, he was just sticking to his beliefs and principles.

Fang Chen nodded, and had a new understanding of Wuyou's strength.

"Okay, I admit defeat in today's battle sincerely." Fang Chen said slowly.

His voice sounded tired but sincere.

He knows that he still has a lot to learn and improve.

This battle made him realize that there are always people better than you.

He cannot be proud of his achievements but must continue to work hard and make progress.

Wuyou smiled slightly and bowed to Fang Chen again. "I am very pleased that you think so. I hope we will have the opportunity to exchange ideas and make progress together in the future."

After saying that, Wuyou turned and left, leaving Fang Chen standing there alone, lost in thought.

This battle not only made him realize his own shortcomings, but also gave him new insights into the path of literary cultivation, and reminded him of what his master had said.