After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

The sun didn't shine today, so the monks' seats were not very conspicuous among the crowd.

The monk Huaikong was sitting on a cushion, and opposite him was a monk with a beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes. His muscles were like a dragon, and he was faintly emitting a precious light.

There was a thin little monk next to the big monk. He looked skinny and short, with arms like bamboo poles, but his joints were particularly strong.

"Fayuan, your little disciple is born with the body of a dragon and an elephant, with boundless strength, but..."

Huaikong looked at the thin little monk and praised him.

The big monk opposite is the abbot of Longxiang Ancient Temple, Master Fayuan.

Fa Yuan touched his bald head and laughed, "You will be a master at slaying demons and monsters in the future. I may not be able to defeat you in this lifetime, but my disciple may not be able to defeat your disciple."

The Longxiang Ancient Temple and the Hanging Temple are different in ideology.

The Longxiang Ancient Temple advocates punishing evil and promoting good, eliminating karma but not killing people, and killing to protect life, so most of the monks are warrior monks. The Hanging Temple, on the other hand, is compassionate and focuses on salvation.

At that time, the two temples had disagreements when dealing with the affairs of southern Xinjiang.

Fayuan believed that the roots should be eradicated, while Huaikong believed that persuasion should be gradual.

Finally, the two agreed that whoever could first capture a demon saint of the seventh realm using his own method would have the final say.

When Shang Qinqing showed up, Master Fayuan hadn't even left the house when he was defeated miserably...

"Don't take it to heart, it's just an old story." Huaikong shook his head.

"I haven't finished yet. To cultivate strength, you must also cultivate your mind. If you want to enter the Hanging Temple to read scriptures, you can come anytime."

"You have to read the scriptures, but you can't read too much."

Fa Yuan frowned, "Otherwise, he'll be just like your Zang Ai... Well, who gave him this Dharma name? Such a promising child, but he can only take a beating and can't fight back. What a joke! Why don't you let him learn some boxing and kicking from me for a few days?"

Huaikong shook his head. If the two continued talking, it would turn into a dispute over the orthodoxy.

"That child truly has a deep Buddhist foundation and a pure heart. He's not just good at martial arts; he's a natural-born Buddha."

"I want to see how..." Fa Yuan turned his head to look at the arena, and was suddenly stunned:

"Hmm? Why is there a demonic aura coming out of your Buddhist disciple..."

In the arena.

"Has Brother Murong become more powerful?"

Jiang Chulong looked at Murong Xiao. She was almost about to give up.

She had been unable to break the golden body of Acala before, and now Murong Xiao had horns growing on his head and fine scales appearing on his face, making him look even more powerful.

There was an uproar all around.

Jiang Chulong turned around and found Brother Li waving in the crowd, as if saying something. Was he cheering her on?

So Princess Jiang stood up again and decided to try again.

She breathed softly and closed her eyes.

In the darkness, she could actually see her opponent's flaws more clearly. The purpose of the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique was to defeat the strong with the weak.

Jiang Chulong suddenly jumped up, shook the tip of the sword, and stabbed straight upwards.

puff--

"Eh?"

The tip of the sword pierced Murong Xiao's shoulder. Jiang Chulong opened her eyes in a daze, and her almond-shaped eyes behind the cold sunglasses were full of confusion.

This is too easy.

Plop...a ​​drop of blood flowed along the sword edge.

Everyone clearly saw that Murong Xiao's golden body of Acala, which had never been broken by anyone, had been broken.

But many people were also confused and didn't understand what had just happened.

“…I lost.”

Murong Xiao wanted to cry but had no tears. The wound on his shoulder was still healing at a very fast speed.

But the problem is that his golden body has been affected by the demonic energy and has temporarily become ineffective. Originally, the two sides were balanced, with the Buddha's light maintaining the golden body and the demonic energy repairing the wounds. Now the balance between the two has been disrupted.

"Isn't this little girl pretty amazing?"

"Hiss...something's wrong. How could Master Zang Ai's Acala body suddenly break?"

"Didn't he just have black smoke coming out of his body?"

Everything happened too fast.

Everyone was still confused.

But under the canopy, all the princes and princesses had different expressions and looked at Jiang Yu who had just stepped down from the stage.

Murong Xiao is half-demon, and his bloodline is related to the dragon.

But this is not the point. The point is Jiang Chulong's swordsmanship.

Dragon-slaying sword.

And Jiang Yu is a true dragon body...

"Who taught her such outrageous swordsmanship?" the eighth prince slammed the table.

Jiang Yu didn't look back, but said calmly: "It doesn't matter who taught me. I will tell the world that this sword technique is meaningless and useless to learn."

Just as he was speaking, the map of the country and the people was facing him.

The sound reached the inner and outer cities of the imperial capital, and there was a moment of complete silence.

No one doubted that there was anything wrong with what he said.

It just reminds people that Jiang Churong's next opponent is him.

"Brother Li, you know where my weakness is. I didn't do it on purpose..."

Murong Xiao was injured, but his face was full of guilt.

"Brother Li, I won." Jiang Chulong also jumped off the stage and said happily.

"..."

Li Mo opened his mouth, helplessly looking at her joyful little face, and pondered for a moment: "Chu Long, why don't you just jump off the stage later."

"why?"

Jiang Chulong blinked, puzzled, "But Brother Li and the teacher both said that no matter what difficulties we encounter, we should not be afraid, but should be spirited and not lose face!"

"So now..."

“Very…very energetic!”

Princess Jiang pushed her crooked sunglasses and looked very energetic, but in fact she looked timid and panicked.

Li Mo touched her head with mixed emotions, wondering what to say...

But I heard Jiang Chulong say with her head down:

"Brother Li, I can't be protected by you all the time."

Li Mo suddenly remembered the joyful and excited light in her eyes when she watched Havoc in Heaven.

He watched her let go of the corner of his clothes, waved her hand and walked forward, and was about to stand opposite Jiang Yu.

"and many more!"

Li Mo suddenly jumped onto the stage.

Jiang Chulong turned around and said, "Brother Li, I can do it myself..."

"I believe you, but I have something to say. I'll leave now."

Li Mo ignored the patrol guards coming from all around, and said with deep breath:

"Double pupils are the way to be invincible, so why borrow another person's bones!"

The sound also passed through the Jiangshan Sheji Tu and reached a very far place.

The people of the martial arts world and the common people and nobles present were all bewildered and confused when they heard this.

But the expressions of the few people who knew the inside story all changed.

After hearing this, Jiang Yu's body trembled slightly, and his divine power, which was originally so strong that it was suffocating, also showed a slight vibration.