Chapter 1063 Brat, Still Fight with Me!

The monk conference, as the name suggests, is an internal exchange meeting for monks. Fellow Taoists from all over the world gather together to learn from each other, exchange ideas, cultivate surprises, and help each other to improve each other's cultivation.

It's a pity that the monks' meeting of nearly a hundred years has turned into a life-and-death battle, and it has become a fig leaf for the disciples of the Yinyue Sect and the Rakshasa Sect to improve their cultivation.

After explaining the rules, the man in the gray Taoist robe on the stage did not step down. He just announced the start of the competition and stood on the stage to fight.

Someone has come up to challenge him.

He was a young man in a dark blue T-shirt and jeans, probably in his twenties, his appearance was not outstanding, that is, his appearance was average.

As for the cultivation base, it is the eighth level of Qi Refining.

For his age, in the current environment that lacks aura, with his current level of cultivation, it can be seen that he is still very talented.

The man in the gray Taoist robe who was fighting against him was also at the level of Qi refining, but his cultivation was higher, at the ninth level of Qi refining.

There is a class difference between the two, don't underestimate this class, there is still great danger.

The ninth level of Qi refining, half a foot into the foundation building cultivation base, should not be underestimated.

The two people on the stage had already fought, and the eyes of everyone in the audience followed their fight.

Even Gu Jin watched it with relish.

In other words, this is the first time she has seen a martial arts contest between monks, the moves are fierce, and each move carries the murderous intent to kill the opponent.

An Mingji's black eyes never left her body, seeing her so serious, a faint smile curled up on the corners of his lips.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Gu Jin's ear, and said softly: "The man in the gray Taoist robe is a disciple of the Raksha Sect. Guess who will win between the two on stage, Ah Jin?"

His voice is deep and mellow, like fine wine that has been buried for many years, and once opened, it will fill the room with fragrance.

Gu Jin obviously didn't drink, but his heart began to beat faster, and he felt drunk.

Since yesterday, something was wrong with An Mingji.

He always leaned close to her ear to talk on purpose, and teased her inadvertently.

This is even more so today. If Gu Jin doesn't understand now, she is really... a lamb to be slaughtered.

Gu Jin's hand, which was placed inside his coat, slowly lifted up, and pressed it against his beating heart.

She raised her eyelids, squinted at An Mingji calmly, and said with a half-smile: "You already have the answer in your heart."

Seeing that she was no longer as shy as yesterday, even blushing, An Mingji was slightly taken aback.

Sweeping towards Gu Jin's rosy earlobes, his delicate and handsome face showed a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

"Indeed, I guess the Rakshasa disciples will win."

This time he was not calculated by his own son, Gu Jin felt a little complacent in his heart.

Brat, you still fight with me!

However, her face was calm, but deep inside she was somewhat confused.

Even if she saw through that An Mingji was always flirting with her, she didn't dare to think deeply about the meaning of it.

It is undeniable that even after seeing through the opponent's tricks, she did not gain too much advantage.

An Mingji's behavior was too weird, which gave him a bad feeling.

The layer of window paper between them is in danger.

"what!!!"

On the competition stage, the situation changed suddenly.

The disciple of the Rakshasa sect stabbed the young man's heart with his bare hands, and actually penetrated directly.

You can even see the bloody hand that he pierced through the opponent's back.

Still holding the beating flesh in the hand, it was the beating heart of the young man.

What happened next caused the blood on everyone's faces to fade.

On the competition stage, the Rakshasa disciple crushed the opponent's heart and took out his arm. The blood-stained hand was placed on the head of the young man with wide-eyed eyes.