Back to the ’80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend - Chapter 1063

[1063. Chapter 1063 Brat, fight with me!]

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

It’s a pity that the nearly 100-year-old cultivator’s meeting has turned into a life-and-death battle, and it has become a fig leaf for the Yinyue Sect and the Rakshasa disciples to improve their cultivation.

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

Someone has come to the stage to provoke him.

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

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

For his age, in the current environment lacking spiritual energy, with his current 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 a Qi-refining man, but his cultivation was higher, with nine levels of Qi-refining.

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

At the ninth level of Qi refining, half of his feet stepped into the foundation building cultivation base, which should not be underestimated.

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

Even Gu Jin looked at it with relish.

It must be said that this was the first time she had seen a competition between monks. The moves were fierce, and each move carried the murderous aura that killed the opponent.

An Mingji’s black eyes never left her. Seeing her so serious, the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Gu Jin’s ear, and said softly, “The man in the gray Taoist robe is a Rakshasa disciple, Ah Jin guess who will win between the two on stage?”

His voice was low and mellow, as if buried Years of fine wine, once opened, it will leave a fragrance in the room.

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

Since yesterday, An Mingji has been wrong.

Always deliberately leaned close to her ear to speak, inadvertently teasing her.

Even more so today, if Gu Jin doesn’t understand now, she is really… a lamb slaughtered by Ren Zai’er.

Gu Jin’s hand in the coat slowly lifted and pressed against his pounding heart.

She lifted her eyes, looked 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’s expression was slightly stunned. .

Sweeping towards Gu Jin’s blushing earlobes, his delicate and handsome face revealed a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

“Indeed, I guess the Rakshasa disciples will win.”

Gu Jin felt a little complacent in his heart after not being counted by his own cubs this time.

Stinky boy, fight with me!

However, her face was calm, but there was some confusion in her heart.

Even if she saw that An Mingji was always teasing her, she didn’t dare to think deeply about the meaning of it.

It is undeniable that even if she saw through the other party’s tricks, she did not stand to be too cheap.

An Mingji’s behavior was too weird, giving him a bad premonition.

The layer of window paper between them is in danger.

“Ah!!!” On the

competition stage, the situation suddenly changed.

The Rakshasa Sect disciple inserted his bare hands into the young man’s heart, and actually penetrated directly.

He could even see the bloody hand that penetrated the opponent’s back.

He was holding the beating flesh in his hand, the beating heart of the young man.

The next incident caused the blood on everyone’s faces to fade.

On the competition stage, the Rakshasa disciple crushed the opponent’s heart, took out his arm, and placed the bright red-stained hand on the head of the young man whose eyes were full of death.

(End of this chapter)