"What's this?" Zhou Fei clutched his chest, his breath a little disturbed.
When the iron rod fell, although he made a retreat, it was still affected, and his internal organs were somewhat damaged.
When talking, blood spurted out.
Wang Huan stretched out his hand to pull out the iron stick, and gently stroked it back and forth, "Zhan stick."
"Zhan stick?" Zhou Fei was surprised: "You said it is ***, I believe it, Zen stick? Is there a Zen stick that looks like this in the world?"
"Who has stipulated that the stick must grow into the shape of a stick?" Wang Huan squeezed the middle and upper part of the stick, slammed down, and the ice surface cracked again.
Zhou Fei said: "Let's do it, you are happy. But I am curious that this Zen stick can fly in the air. When did Buddhism have such a means of practice?"
Wang Huan said indifferently: "This Zen stick, the Zen intent comes from the first Master Xin Su in the Prajna Hall of the Xuankong Temple."
"Sure enough, it has something to do with the Xuankong Temple." Zhou Fei said: "Buddhism has not given up its penetration of Datang."
Wang Huan said: "The light of the Buddha should shine on everyone!"
Yes, it involves the issue of faith again.
This kind of issue is very complicated, and Zhou Fei doesn't want to get involved at all.
He is only worried about one thing at the moment.
Wang Huan's stick indeed looked very powerful.
…
Inside the room, Li Hong frowned.
The situation began to lean towards Wanghuan again, which he didn't want to see.
And Li Hong didn't expect that his emperor brother would have become so powerful.
Twenty years ago, he was nothing but a mourning dog. If it hadn't been for Xinglong Temple to have the iron voucher given by the emperor, Wang Huan would have died.
In twenty years, Wang Huan has become so powerful from an ordinary person, which is definitely a miracle.
Because many people can't even make a breakthrough in their realm in twenty years.
Xinglong Temple is really so powerful, it can turn a weak fellow into what it is today.
If Zhou Fei really died, Li Hong would have no reason to curb the spread of Buddhism in Chang'an, and even forceful means would not be able to prevent the people from changing their beliefs.
The people of Tang Dynasty are not without faith, but they believe in themselves and their ancestors, rather than the goddess and Buddha.
However, in recent years, the temple and Buddhism have not given up on the antagonism.
In order to balance the penetration of Ann, Li Hong must also make some concessions. It is these concessions that make temples and Buddhism more and more rampant.
"Your Majesty." The chief eunuch walked quickly and reported in a low voice: "Good news, Marshal Meng is already on his way back, and he will be able to bring the grain back in about one day. At the same time, Mr. 2 of the Academy also brought a grain transport team. When I come back, these two batches of grain can make Chang'an last another month!"
Li Hong breathed a long sigh of relief.
This is the best news he has heard since the snowstorm broke out.
"How about Yuncheng? Can it be withstood given Chang'an so much food?" As the king of a country, Li Hong should not only care about Chang'an, but also other cities.
The chief eunuch said: "Your Majesty, the prefect of Yuncheng said they can hold on, and now the snow has stopped, they are also working hard to allocate food from surrounding towns, there may be some casualties, but the overall situation is still within control. The snow disaster is really terrible, and the prefect of Yuncheng has done his best to achieve the current situation."
Li Hong said: "I understand that I didn't mean to blame him. The order will continue. Once the disaster is over, I will try my best to rescue Yuncheng. The people of Yuncheng are also my people. I can't favor one another."
"Here." The chief eunuch bowed back.
Li Hong sighed, and said to Chu Yujun half sideways: "Yu Jun, the competition is coming back, now you feel at ease."
Chu Yujun was overjoyed: "Really your Majesty?"
"You have no jokes." Li Hong said.
Chu Yujun's tears welled up as soon as he brushed his eyes, and he choked up, "Thank God, he is finally back."
Li Hong looked at Zhuque Lake again.
The food problem in Chang'an has been temporarily resolved.
How to solve the immediate problem.
Zhou Fei, Zhou Fei, don't let me down.
…
Wang Huan waved his Zen stick, and the screaming sound of breaking through the air trembled Zhou Fei's eardrums. Just listening to this sound made people feel a kind of heart-trembling feeling. If he was really hit by the head, he would die immediately.
Zhou Fei’s strength in the Seven-Star Realm is considered top among ordinary people, but it’s not enough for masters facing the Divine Hidden Realm. Before, he used various tricks to forcibly smooth the gap in the realm, including Wang Huan. No serious reason.
Now that Wang Huan showed his truest ability, Zhou Fei couldn't keep up with the opponent's rhythm.
But Zhou Fei’s character
It was an unreliable character, and he never played cards according to common sense even in his cultivation. Before that, it was blessed by a system. Zhou Fei's practice was like cutting melons and vegetables, which directly established his status as a miscellaneous scholar.
Now the system is almost in a semi-dormant state, Zhou Fei's practice habits are not so easy to change.
Facing Wanghuan's menacing killer move, Zhou Fei had no intention of being shy.
He doesn't want to lose.
The stick whizzed and came to the sky above Zhou Fei's head. Zhou Fei slid sideways to the right, bringing the fingers of his right hand together and stabs forward fiercely.
This sword is a concentrated explosion of his aura at the moment.
Sword Qi collided with the Zen stick, making a sound like a phoenix.
The air flow swirls around and spreads around.
Zhou Fei staggered back, covering his right fingers with his left hand.
I broke my finger just now with that blow.
Zhou Fei endured the pain and forced his fingers back to their original positions.
But this hand has no way to use sword energy.
Zhou Fei didn't give up, he switched to his left hand and stabbed Wang Huan again.
Wang Huan shook his head, her eyes full of contempt.
He moved faster than Zhou Fei, and the stick slammed Zhou Fei's shoulder fiercely.
Click.
Zhou Fei's right shoulder was interrupted.
He was swept out, rolling on the ice without stopping, looking extremely painful.
Wang Huan didn't take advantage of the victory, but instead stood upright.
In his opinion, Zhou Fei was already defeated.
There is no difference between killing early and killing late.
No miracle can happen again.
Now, he has to wait.
Wait for Zhou Fei to show the final hole card.
This hole card has been looking forward to from the beginning.
Because Zhou Fei was really enchanted.
He is a demon, and he has a devilish energy.
Others don't know, Wanghuan knows.
Even if it was a foolish guess before, it can be certain now.
As long as he reveals a little bit of magic, the stick in his hand will be knocked down mercilessly.
Come on, come up with your last trick.
Let me kill you justifiably!
Wang Huan's eyes were red, which was due to hyperemia caused by being too excited.
Zhou Fei reluctantly stood up, the sharp pain in his right arm almost screwed his facial features together.
Although it has achieved a lot of advantages before, but before the absolute boundary, any small trick is as vulnerable as grit.
(End of this chapter)