Back to the 80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend

Chapter 1063: Brat, fight with me!

The monk meeting, as the name suggests, is an internal exchange meeting for monks. Daoists from all over the world gather together, exchange ideas and practice amazingly, and help each other to improve each other's cultivation.

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

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

Someone has already taken the stage to provoke him.

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

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

For his age, in this environment lacking aura, with the current cultivation base, it can be seen that he is still very talented.

The man in the gray robes who fought against him also had a cultivation base of Qi refining, but his cultivation base was higher, with nine levels of Qi refining.

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

Nine levels of qi refining, half of the foot stepped into the foundation building, not to be underestimated.

The two on the stage had already fought, and the eyes of everyone in the stage moved with their fight.

Even Gu Jin saw it with relish.

To say, this was the first time she had seen a martial arts contest between cultivators, the tricks were ruthless, and every trick carried a murderous intent to put the other side to death.

An Mingji's black eyes have not left her body, seeing her being so serious, the corners of her lips curled up with a faint smile.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Gu Jin's ear, and whispered: "The man in the gray robes is a disciple of the Rakshasamen. A Jin guesses who will win the two on the stage?"

His voice is deep and mellow, like a wine buried for many years, once opened, the room is full of fragrance.

Gu Jin obviously didn't drink, but his heartbeat started to speed up, and he felt drunk.

Since yesterday, An Mingji is not right.

Always deliberately approached her ear to speak, and inadvertently teased her.

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

Gu Jin's hand placed inside his coat slowly lifted and pressed it against his pounding heart.

She raised her eyes, squinted calmly at An Mingji, and said with a smile, "Don't you already have an answer in your heart."

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

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

"Indeed, I guess the disciple of Rakshasamen will win."

This time he was not calculated by his own cub, and Gu Jin's face showed a little complacency.

Brat, fight with me!

Her face was calm, but her heart was extremely confused.

Even if she sees through An Mingji, she always teases her, she doesn't dare to think deeply about the meaning of it.

It is undeniable that even if she has seen through the other party's tricks, she hasn't stood up too much.

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

The window paper between them is in danger.

"what!!!"

On the competition stage, the situation changed suddenly.

The disciple of the Rakshasa Gate, with his bare hands in the heart of the young man, actually penetrated directly.

You can even see the **** hand that he penetrated the opponent's back.

There was still beating meat in his hand, it was the beating heart of the young man.

The next change caused the blood on everyone's face to fade.

On the competition stage, the Rakshasa disciple crushed the opponent's heart, took out his arm, and placed the bright red hand on the head of the young man whose eyes were round and staring.