The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

Yan Jing had already cleared a space for the two to fight, and Ning Tinglan responded and walked towards the front of the academy.

Everyone watched his retreating figure with deep concern.

Only Mu Yunjian gave a disdainful snort.

What does it mean that Ning Tinglan is the most powerful?

If he hadn't wanted to avoid the limelight and found it inconvenient to use his demonic power in front of others, he would have definitely shown Yan Jing who was the most powerful today.

Yun Yici was looking at the stage and didn't notice Mu Yunjian's little actions.

Xie Shiqing, who was sitting next to her, pulled the table where he and Xie Qianjue were sitting a little closer to her and whispered, "Isn't the Buddha very powerful?"

Yun Yici said, "I don't know either. I've never seen him make a move."

In fact, she didn't even know what kind of weapon Xuanzhu was using.

Xie Qianjue said, "The Buddhist cultivators of Chanyin Temple are skilled in physical cultivation and formations. In previous years, they have always had a headache when they encountered them in the Sword Trial Tournament."

As Mu Yunjian sat in front, listening to the three of them whispering to each other, he felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

He always kept to himself and kept his distance from other disciples of the Nanhua Sect in order to avoid revealing his identity.

Yun Yici was the only person besides Wen Fuyue who knew his identity, and to him, she was different from others.

Therefore, he subconsciously wanted to steal Wen Fuyue's favor and Yun Yici's attention.

But at this moment he realized with absolute clarity that he could not make her see only him.

Just as Wen Fuyue values ​​her other disciples, Yun Yici also devotes her attention to many, many people.

This realization made Mu Yunjian somewhat unhappy.

He looked down at the empty table, his fingers tapping impatiently on the surface, unsure whether he wanted to see Ning Tinglan lose or that stinky monk lose.

Yun Yici noticed Mu Yunjian's anxious behavior and worried that he would cause trouble again, so she reached out and gently poked his back.

Mu Yunjian suddenly tensed his back, about to turn around and reprimand her for her offensive behavior, when he heard the woman behind him say, "Senior Brother Mu, are you alright?"

Xie Shiqing also said, "Today is Senior Brother Mu's first appearance since his injury healed. If he is not feeling well, he should ask for leave and go back to rest after Senior Brother Ning and the others finish their competition."

Mu Yunjian retorted, "I'm not that fragile."

Xie Shiqing wasn't very familiar with Mu Yunjian, so upon hearing this, he could only smile and move on from the topic.

The four of them chatted for a while, which greatly eased Yun Yici's anxiety.

She looked at the two figures standing opposite each other on the field. Xuan Zhu was dressed in a jade-colored monk's robe and looked elegant, while Ning Tinglan was dressed in white like frost, and her sword flashed as she was ready to strike.

Ning Tinglan said, "Please, Buddhist disciple."

Xuanzhu performed a Buddhist salute, his right palm facing upwards, and a Zen staff as tall as a person appeared out of thin air under the golden Buddhist light.

The head of the stupa is hollowed out in the middle and decorated with a golden lotus jewel. It is also adorned with eighteen rings that make a clear, melodious sound when they are struck together. Just listening to this clear, Zen-like sound can calm the mind and soothe the soul.

Seeing that Xuanzhu already had a weapon, Ning Tinglan no longer held back and swung her sword, which was blocked by Xuanzhu with the side of his staff, producing a muffled sound.

Xuanzhu said, "Fellow Daoist Ning, there's no need to hold back."

He smiled slightly, and the Buddhist staff in his hand brushed against Ning Tinglan's sword, creating a streak of fire.

The next moment, he thrust his staff forward, and the heavy staff head struck Ning Tinglan's vulnerable abdomen without mercy.

Ning Tinglan was struck in the abdomen. Even though he retreated quickly, he was still injured by the aftershock. He protected his abdomen and gained a general understanding of Xuanzhu's strength.

Xuanzhu was very strong, and the staff in his hand had a length advantage over his spirit sword.

The two figures flew about, Ning Tinglan's sword light was like a rainbow, but it was no match for Xuanzhu.

The disciples in the academy grew increasingly serious; if Ning Tinglan couldn't do it, they certainly couldn't either.

After watching for a while, Yun Yici said, "I have a feeling that Senior Brother Ning is going to lose."

Previously, Ning Tinglan could be said to be holding back, but now Xuanzhu is wielding a Zen staff with great power, and Ning Tinglan's sword energy cannot even get close to Xuanzhu.

Well, let's take her past battles against Ning Tinglan as an example. Her defense is based on speed. As long as Ning Tinglan can keep up with her speed or see through her movements and then seize her weaknesses, she can win.

But Xuanzhu was different; he achieved absolute defense with the Zen staff in his hand, with no blind spots from any angle.

If they are evenly matched, and Ning Tinglan can't find her opponent's weaknesses, it will be difficult for her to win.

Mu Yunjian looked at Ning Tinglan, who was struggling in the battle, with a serious expression and said, "That monk's magic weapon is problematic. It is at least of a higher grade than Ning Tinglan's sword."

Xie Qianjue said, "As a disciple of Buddha, the Dharma artifact in his hand is at least a Buddhist treasure."

"The only advantage right now is that the Buddha is still on the defensive and hasn't taken the initiative to attack. Could it be that the Buddha is not good at attacking?"

Body cultivators are often perceived as burly and clumsy, but after body refinement, their physical strength is incomparable to that of other cultivators.

Xie Qianjue thought that Xuanzhu might just be a reckless body cultivator like that.

Soon, Xie Qianjue realized he was wrong.

It's not that the Buddha is not good at attacking; he's just too violent and has to hold back.

Xuanzhu slammed his staff downwards, and the hard white jade bricks of the school hall cracked inch by inch like a spider web.

The cracked brick fragments were swept up by the strong wind, and screams and shouts filled the academy hall. Many people couldn't help but stand up.

Yun Yici did not miss the golden Buddhist light emanating from the end of the Xuanzhu Zen Staff the moment it touched the white jade brick wall.

The destruction of the ground was not only due to brute force, but perhaps also to other magical enhancements.

Based on her learning experience at the academy and Xie Qianjue's words, Yun Yici deduced that Xuanzhu might have set up some kind of formation.

However, she didn't know what Xuanzhu had done, and she couldn't remind Ning Tinglan about such a public competition.

She could only hope that Ning Tinglan noticed Xuanzhu's actions.

In Ning Tinglan's eyes, Xuanzhu's actions were nothing short of a provocation, but he finally found an opportunity to get close to Xuanzhu.

He increased his speed to the maximum, almost matching Yun Yici, and then used the flying sand and stones in the air as a feint to deceive Xuanzhu's attention.

Everyone held their breath, watching Xuan Zhu, who sat firmly amidst the flying sand and gravel, and Ning Tinglan, who seemed to have found a weakness.

As Yun Yici watched Ning Tinglan and Xuanzhu engage in close combat for a few moves, Xie Shiqing said, "The Buddhist disciple's staff is no longer in a favorable position. Senior Brother Ning should be able to win, right?"

Mu Yunjian's lips twitched slightly as he said, "Wrong, he shouldn't have gotten close to a body cultivator."

Demons are naturally physically strong, similar to body cultivators. A demon with a weak body like him would never be foolish enough to fight a physically strong demon in close combat.

As soon as Mu Yunjian finished speaking, a gasp of surprise rang out from the crowd.

Yun Yici looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ning Tinglan spitting out blood after being struck by Xuanzhu's palm.

Before Ning Tinglan could point her sword at Xuanzhu's head, Xuanzhu's staff transformed into a magnificent golden vajra, pressing directly against Ning Tinglan's chest.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, you flatter me."