Twelve Buddhas.
This must be something in the buddha realm.
Why can a monk in the human world win the Meng Lan Bon Festival
Do you really think that Qin Feng is invincible!
Isn't it just defeating Qingyan's defeated general? What's so great.
Bailan glanced at Qin Feng disdainfully, showing the arrogance of the son.
"Okay, the Son of God said it well."
"A monk in the human world also wants to overwhelm the hundreds of millions of disciples in the Buddhist world, wishful thinking."
Qing Yan also stood up calmly.
In five years, Qingyan has also grown a lot.
The once-green face became firm, and layers of golden light were rolling in a pair of dark gray pupils. Apparently, in five years, Qingyan's King Kong Fu Mo Fist improved again.
"Then wait and see."
Qin Feng curled up his mouth and said faintly: "I just hope you won't be too surprised by then."
Although words have power, actual actions are the truest response.
"Huh, you're not ashamed."
Bailan snorted coldly and stopped speaking.
"Then I'll wait."
Qing Yan also withdrew and left.
The rules for the selection of the twelve Buddhas are extremely simple. There are twelve arenas and twelve masters, and the master who is still standing on the ring will automatically become the twelve Buddhas of the Buddha.
Of course, each of them has a chance to be eliminated.
In other words, after your challenge fails, there is another chance to challenge. The challenge object is arbitrary, it can be the master of another ring or the original master.
Everything is up to the individual to choose.
Only after the second challenge fails, they will be completely eliminated and no longer have the opportunity to challenge.
Fight like this until the last twelve ring master.
These twelve challengers are the twelve followers of the Buddha King.
Simple and crude.
But it also contains countless changes, testing everyone's choice.
"Twelve arenas, will the one who stands at the end automatically become the twelve disciples of the Buddha!"
"interesting."
With a swish, Bailan directly rose into the air and stood on one of the arenas.
"Huh, it's the fastest to be the first one to eliminate it. Such rules are only useful for waste."
Bailan looked at the crowd of Xixi Miao proudly below, and stood proudly on the ring.
"Bailan, the holy son of Lingshan Sect."
"Damn it, I can't afford it."
"Still waiting until the last minute, to see that the ringmaster is the weakest, and challenge him."
Seeing that Bailan was the first to stand on the ring, countless Buddhists were thinking and waiting silently.
With the first, there is the second.
Feng Wuhuang's fiery red eyes surging with golden glow, stepping into the air with his hands on his back, step by step towards the ring.
With every step down, a red-gold lotus rose automatically on the soles of his feet, holding Feng Wuhuang towards the ring step by step.
"Lotus grows every step of the way."
Countless people slapped their tongues.
Unexpectedly, in the past five years, Feng Wuhuang has grown to such an extent.
King Mingde, who was sitting in the oriental grandstand, nodded in satisfaction when he saw the golden lotus flower under Feng Wuhuang's feet.
"It was confirmed by the Mingde Wheel King, is it that the Son of the Lotus Sect of the Menglan Bon Festival is going to reach the top?"
Countless Buddhists were surprised to see this scene.
That is the king of runners, beyond the existence of Buddha.
"Humph."
Seeing Feng Wuhuang being so arrogant, stepping onto the ring on the red golden lotus, the golden sage son of the King Kong Sect, quietly running the mana in his body, stepping out.
Immediately, a pale golden rainbow spread from under his feet, extending all the way to one of the arena, turning into a bridge to the sky.
Jin Qing proudly stepped onto the Golden Bridge and walked all the way to the ring.
"Saint Son, Jinqing Saint Son."
The earth-shattering applause immediately remembered from the northern stands.
The three sects and the three saints took the lead in the arena, standing proudly, waiting for the challenger.
It is a pity that the three of them are too prestigious and the competition has just begun.
The two opportunities are extremely precious.
It is not a last resort, and must not be wasted on the saint children of the three sects.
"Who is in the other nine arenas."
These people watched from side to side, expecting the fool to stand in the ring by himself.
Feng Wuhuang, who was on the ring, turned his eyes to the southern stand and fell on Qin Feng: "Dare to fight."
"..."
"Holy Son without Emperor, this is a direct challenge to Qin Feng!"
When everyone heard Feng Wuhuang's words, the needle was immediately audible at the noisy scene, and all eyes turned to Qin Feng, waiting for Qin Feng's decision.
"Brother Zhao, are you going to guard a ring?"
Qin Feng directly ignored Feng Wuhuang's invitation to fight, and asked Zhao Tiange sideways.
"No hurry, I'll wait a moment."
Zhao Tiange shook his head.
He has only stepped into the Four Heavens of the Ancient Gods for five years, and the accumulation in the Four Heavens of the Ancient Gods is shallow, and it is simply not enough to keep fighting.
Zhao Tiange has a clear understanding of his own strength.
If he wants to become the twelve buddha disciples of the Buddha King, he must find the right opportunity to grab a ring of power and create a powerful illusion, so that he can win a place in the Buddha world of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Bit.
"If that's the case, then I'll take a step first."
Qin Feng nodded, and when his thoughts turned, he thought of the thoughts in Zhao Tiange's mind.
This is also the thought in the minds of many Gu Xiu who are powerful and who are inadequate and crush everything.
Qin Feng stepped out and walked lightly in the air, without any strangeness.
"Is this a challenge?"
Everyone was excited.
Bailan and Jin Qing also turned their heads and cast their attention.
"It's really stupid, thinking that if you win Feng Wuhuang five years ago, you will be able to win it five years later?"
"Devil Town Demon Cave is the Jedi of Lianhua Sect, Feng Wuhuang can retreat from there, and on the day of leaving the cave, the whole Demon Cavern is dead and silent, and there is definitely a big breakthrough."
Bailan shook his head with a sneer.
Seeing Qin Feng coming, the smile on Feng Wuhuang's face also widened a little.
In five years, no one knew what he had experienced in the Demon Caverns.
It can only be said that today, five years later, Feng Wuhuang can say with certainty that he can beat ten of himself five years ago.
This is Feng Wuhuang's self-confidence.
"Qin Feng, I want you to die. If you don't die, I feel uneasy."
In Feng Wuhuang's eyes, cold murderous intent surged little by little.
However, Feng Wuhuang's ideas soon fell through.
Seeing Qin Feng falling on an empty arena, many people sneered: "So timid."
Qin Feng's expression was indifferent, unmoved at all.
He arched his hands towards the oriental grandstand and asked, "Excuse me, the king of Mingde, how to distribute the Brahma mirror, magic heart bell, and vajra provided by the three sects."
The main purpose of Qin Feng's participation in the Menglan Bon Festival is the Brahma Mirror. This must be clarified.
"Oh… "
Mingde didn't seem to think that Qin Feng was actually concerned about this issue, and then replied, "Naturally follow the previous rules."
"After the twelve Buddhist followers are selected, the ranking is determined. Only the top three Buddhist followers are eligible for the treasure."