Mu Xue and Mu Xue

Yuyao’s classroom is about to start again today. Let’s see what knowledge points we will talk about today?

Soon, the second highly anticipated match will be held between Wulin Temple College and Xinnang College.

Wulin Temple Academy is a unique team composed of a group of bald monks.

In the first game, Wulin Temple sent out a monk wearing an eye patch.

When the competition was officially announced to start, he seemed particularly different. He did not summon his weapon immediately like other players. He just stood there quietly with his hands empty, one palm upright, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

"Amitabha, benefactor, I do not want to fight or kill. Please surrender quickly and go down to avoid physical pain."

The monk wearing an eye mask had a calm expression, but his tone revealed an unquestionable majesty, and the voice echoed over the stadium.

"Huh! A blind guy actually came to participate in the competition?

Hurry and go home to drink milk!"

The person who spoke was the guy who had offended Ziyuan before. He was already full of anger, and now he was "humiliated" by this monk. He was even more furious, his face flushed with anger, and his words were full of malice and disdain.

"Since you don't listen to my advice, I know a little bit about fighting!"

The eye-patch monk was not in a hurry. As soon as he finished speaking, the posture of his originally upright palm changed instantly. The whole person was like a cheetah, ready to meet the enemy at any time. An invisible aura emanated from his body, which made people dare not underestimate him.

Looking at the eyepatch monk's opponent, his weapon is a sword.

In the Huayan Kingdom, there are countless sword cultivators.

The reason for this is that Emperor Hua Yan himself is a sword cultivator. The emperor's status in the hearts of his people is extremely respected, and his influence is naturally extremely far-reaching. The people's admiration for the emperor is like a surging river, endless, so it is not surprising that there are so many sword cultivators.

Seeing this scene, Mu Xue in the audience couldn't help but feel worried, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with anxiety: "Is he really blind with the eye patch?

If he really can't see, how can he avoid attacks?

He won’t be beaten badly, right?

And he has no weapon?

Why don't you even summon weapons?"

Mu Xue's fair face was filled with concern for the eyepatch monk. This emotion was not the love between men and women, but a kind of pity for the beautiful things in the world, just like the instinctive reluctance to hurt a man when he sees a beautiful woman.

"Do not worry!

I can feel that there is a huge gap in strength in this match. Not only will the Eyepatch Monk not be injured, but he will also win easily!

As for his weapon—why don't you take a guess at what it is, Xue'er?"

Yun Yuyao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, with a mysterious light flashing in her eyes, and spoke softly.

Originally, Mu Xue was just indifferent to other people's games and just watched casually. However, after hearing what Yun Yuyao said, her curiosity was instantly ignited. She couldn't help but become interested in this game, and her eyes were fixed on the field.

Just after the two of them had a good chat, the bell for the competition rang and the competition officially began.

"Amitabha, I will help you to be reborn right now!"

The eye-patch monk showed no fear at all and rushed towards his opponent like a flash of black lightning.

Surprisingly, the blindfold did not seem to obstruct his vision. His steps were firm and agile, and he was able to find his opponent's position directly and accurately. A wonderful duel was about to take place on the field.

On the field, the eye-patch monk was not afraid of the cold sword in the opponent's hand. His body was as fast as lightning and he rushed straight towards his opponent, engaging in an extremely fierce close combat.

His movements were swift and agile, like a cheetah moving through the jungle, making it impossible for his opponents to defend themselves.

His opponent was filled with helplessness and astonishment at this moment. No matter how hard he attacked, the sword in his hand stabbed, chopped and stabbed like a snake, and he performed all kinds of exquisite sword moves, but he could not touch the ghostly eye-patch monk at all.

The monk was like a slippery loach, skillfully weaving in and out of the interweaving sword shadows, narrowly avoiding attacks time and time again.

But when the opponent tried to create distance and look for another opportunity to fight, he found that the monk was like a caterpillar that clung to him tightly. No matter where he fled, the monk would always follow him like a shadow and stick to him in an instant, leaving him no chance to breathe.

Not only that, this monk's fighting method can be described as shameless, and his physical strength is even more astonishing.

The eye-patch monk suddenly threw a punch with a whistling sound, looking very powerful.

The opponent hurriedly raised his sword to block, thinking that he could repel this fierce attack, but the monk ignored him and his fist was like a cannonball, slamming into the sword.

In an instant, a powerful force came, and the opponent felt a sharp pain in the wrist holding the sword, as if hit by a sledgehammer.

What was even more shocking was that the collision sound when the fist and the sword came into contact was crisp and loud. It did not sound like the collision of flesh and iron, but rather like two pieces of iron clashing violently. The "ding" sound echoed across the arena, shocking everyone present.

In this desperate situation where he could neither fight nor escape, the opponent's physical strength quickly drained away like sand in an hourglass, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer and was defeated.

The eye-patch monk seized the opportunity and delivered a final blow. The force of his punch was like a tidal wave, knocking his opponent back dozens of meters. He fell off the stage like a kite with a broken string, declaring himself defeated.

"what!

His weapon, if I'm not mistaken, should be his fist, right?

Every time his fist collides with the sword and there's a 'ding!' sound, it's so shocking!"

Mu Xue widened her eyes and stared blankly at the majestic eye-patch monk on the stage, her face full of disbelief.

"Yes, but his weapons are technically his hands.

In this world, ordinary people can also cultivate certain parts of their body to make them stronger.

However, if one is not born awakened, the early stages of cultivation will be extremely difficult, because in the initial stage, one is far from having the hardness and other special properties of iron tools such as swords and broadswords. Therefore, cultivating the physical body is a thorny and extremely difficult path. "