The crowd woke up like a dream, and it became lively and whispered.

"Yu Mo wins? But why is his move so cunning?"

"Yes, Qingcheng is a disciple of Lingshan, but he made such an insult, I am afraid that Qingyou Sanren will not let it go."

"You're wrong about this. Yu Mo is a big deal. It's brilliant. If it's you, can you do what he does? Can't you do it? So, this is the trick of a master."

People with different opinions argue with each other without a unified result.

Tang Jing's face was even more aggrieved. Although he didn't say a word, his face showed everything, as if to say you see, I'm not wrong, Brother Mo did this on purpose.

The three women looked at each other, indignant, but didn't know how to excuse Yu Mo.

Sect Master Tang coughed and said, "The outcome is already divided, Qingyou Sanren, you have nothing to say, right?"

Qingyou Sanren stared fiercely at Yu Mo and asked, "What kind of kung fu did you use? I've never seen such a strange kung fu before."

Yu Mo hesitated for a moment, then said truthfully, "Fighting tactics."

"Fighting tactics?" Qingyou Sanren frowned, as if he had never heard of the name, nodded and said, "I wrote it down."

Whoosh!

A figure rushed in from outside the door, it was Qingcheng.

She was thrown off the roof and was embarrassed to get off the roof, so she came in through the door and stared at Yu Mo fiercely, as if she was going to devour him alive.

"Such a wretched martial art is definitely not a good martial art." Qingcheng said angrily.

"I have no choice but to do so. Your attack is flawless. This is the only way to break it. If there is any disrespect, please forgive me." Yu Mo apologized and tried his best to save his reputation.

Qingcheng said indignantly: "Of course I know that my attack is flawless."

Having said that, it was finally cracked by Yu Mo, and it is not appropriate to say that it is seamless.

She scratched her head and couldn't figure out how Yu Mo came up with such a cracking method.

Originally, she had been on guard against Yu Mo's attack on her chest during the last blow, but unexpectedly, Yu Mo changed her routine and grabbed her waist instead of attacking her chest. This was just as bad.

"I'm not convinced, I haven't lost yet, we have to fight again." Qingcheng, unwilling to admit defeat, raised his fist and said.

Before Yu Mo could speak, the Tang Sect Master had already preempted and said, "Qingyou Sanren, the winner and loser are already divided, everyone has seen it, don't you want to be relentless?"

Qingyou San was unwilling, but she couldn't refute the Tang Sect Master. In the end, she had to compromise and persuade: "Qingcheng, if you win, you will win, if you lose, you will lose.

Qingcheng argued, "Master, she just broke my attack, but she didn't hurt me. I didn't lose."

"Then do you have a way to hurt him?" Qingyou Loose Man asked.

Qingcheng stared at Yu Mo blankly, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head angrily: "I can't help it."

"He can break your attack, but you can't break his attack, so you are already defeated."

"But I clearly feel that his martial arts cultivation base is not high." Qingcheng muttered, this is her personal experience, which other people can't perceive.

Qingyou Sanren hesitated for a while and insisted: "In any case, you are defeated in this battle. When you find a way to fight back, challenge him again."

Qingcheng saw that Master had made up her mind. Although she was extremely unwilling, she had no choice but to accept it and said, "Yes, Master."

After she finished speaking, she walked to the wall and pulled the Tianhe ruler out of the wall.

Yu Mo was relieved, Qingcheng was really powerful, and he felt that his martial arts cultivation was not high, and his vision was really poisonous. It was a pity that she couldn't defeat his fighting tactics, so she had to accept this cruel reality.

The crowd's discussion became lively again.

Victory and defeat, what happens next?

Will Qingyou Sanren keep his promise?

Yu Mo looked at Qingyou Sanren, and said directly: "Qingyou Sanren, the outcome is already divided, I wonder if my martial arts cultivation will still be in your eyes?"

Qingyou Sanren gritted his teeth and said after a long while, "Your martial arts cultivation is really powerful, and you deserve it."

She didn't dare to trample on Yu Mo's martial arts cultivation at all, because if she devalued Yu Mo's martial arts as worthless, then her apprentice would still be defeated in Yu Mo's hands, wouldn't it be even more useless.

Therefore, she can only recognize Yu Mo's martial arts cultivation, which is most beneficial to Qingcheng.

Yu Mo clasped his fists and smiled contentedly: "Thank you! Then can I represent the world now?"

Although Qingyou Sanren has ten thousand disagreements in her heart, she has already promised, and there is no way to break her promise.

She nodded reluctantly: "I have no opinion."

As soon as the voice fell, she pinned her only hope on the Buddha, and instigated: "Buddha, what is your opinion?"

Although Qingcheng was defeated, if the Buddha did not agree, then Yu Mo would have to cross the hurdle of the Buddha. The Buddha's cultivation was no less than Qingcheng, and Yu Mo might not be able to pass the test.

Everyone looked at the Buddha in unison.

Sect Master Tang's heart throbbed, and it hung up.

The Buddha represents Tianlong Temple, and no one dares to ignore his words.

If the Buddha did not agree, it would really be a hassle.

Yu Mo's expression was calm, and he looked at the Buddha lightly.

The Buddha also looked at Yu Mo, his eyes were facing each other, the eyes of each other were calm, neither sad nor happy.

The Buddha's hands clasped together: "Amitabha, the poor monk has no opinion."

What?

Qingyou Sanren could hardly believe his ears, and blurted out, "Buddha, do you know what you are talking about? Yu Mo is a practitioner, how can you not have an opinion?"

Others also looked at the Buddha in disbelief, wondering why he had no opinion.

The Buddha looked at Qingyou Sanren with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said neither humblely nor arrogantly: "Qingyou Sanren, the poor monk really has no opinion, and the benefactor deserves his name."

The Buddha reiterated his point of view, even if Qingyou Sanren had a great opinion, there was no way to force him.

She looked at the Buddha in a very complicated way, completely unable to guess what he was thinking, and said unwillingly: "When I see the abbot of your temple next time, I must ask clearly."

The Buddha said lightly: "The poor monk represented Tianlong Temple to participate in the hero meeting, and my words and deeds can naturally represent Tianlong Temple."

The implication is that he is not afraid of Qingyou Sanren asking the abbot Xingshi of Tianlong Temple for guilt.

Qingyou Sanren had nothing to do, and this most hope was also extinguished, and she could only give up angrily.

Yu Mo looked at the Buddha meaningfully. The Buddha is really interesting, even more interesting than it looks on the surface. Tianlong Temple and Lingshan are both sects left over from the Great Dao battle, and their attitudes towards life are quite different.

"If there is a chance, I will definitely go to these two factions." Yu Mo secretly made up his mind.

The matter is settled, several major factions have no opinions, and other people will naturally not give opinions.

Yu Mo's various methods had already shocked them.

Qiao Bin was relieved. Although there was a lot of trouble, he finally returned to the right path. Otherwise, he would not know how to go back to work.