When Zhou Xuan heard Guo Jing’s praise, he just shook his head modestly and said with a smile.

"This is all for the care of all seniors."

Huang Rong next to her also came over and said with a relaxed smile.

"In this way, this battle will definitely win from the top."

Guo Jing nodded quickly and said to Zhou Xuan.

"That's right, Guo'er, I'll trouble you this time."

Zhou Xuan naturally agreed immediately and said with a smile.

"Then I'll be ugly."

At this moment, Zhu Ziliu slowly opened his eyes and immediately thanked Zhou Xuan. Although he had fallen into a coma just now, he woke up after vomiting blood. Now that his inner breath is calm and stable, he opened his eyes to thank Zhou Xuan.

On the other hand, Huo Du secretly cursed Zhou Xuan, and then heard the orders from King Jinlun.

"We have won one game, but we can continue to fight for the second game."

Huo Du glared at Zhou Xuan fiercely, retreated to the table, and said loudly.

"My side won one game, and my second senior brother Darba took the lead in the second game. Which hero of your side came out to give advice?"

However, he could guess that the other party should send Zhou Xuan to the stage. Compared with Zhou Xuan, his senior brother Dadalba should be much worse.

But for the sake of the overall situation, it can only be like this now. Master Jinlun Dharma King is naturally staying at the finale to deal with Guo Jing. Zhou Xuan in front of him can only rely on Darba to deal with it.

Fortunately, he won for a while before, so he didn't have to strive to win. It's best to win, but it doesn't matter if he can't win. But thinking that with the natural divine power of his senior brother Darba, he should have the power to fight against Zhou Xuan, who has deep skills.

Darba took out a weapon from under the big red cassock and walked into the hall.

Everyone was secretly shocked when they saw his sword. It turned out that it was a thick and long golden pestle. This Vajra Demon Subduing Pestle was used by the Dharma Protectors in Buddhism, and Tibetan monks often used it as their weapons. However, Darba's Demon Subduing Pestle was four feet long, with the size of the mouth of the pestle head and the bowl, and the body of the pestle shining golden, as if cast from pure gold.

This portion is much heavier than steel.

He came to the hall, bowed to the heroes in one hand, raised his hand and threw the golden pestle upwards.

The golden linger was about to fall, and with a bang, it smashed two large blue and white bricks in the hall. The body of the pestle was sunk into the mud, more than one foot deep. This time, the weight of the pestle can be seen. Look at the fact that a monk who was dry and thin actually made this pestle move, the strength of the martial arts arm can be imagined.

Zhou Xuan explained a few words to Xiaolongnu beside him, and then used his light skills to fly directly to Darba.

"My grandmonk, I haven't seen you for several years. Can you two brothers improve your martial arts?"

Darba couldn't understand Chinese, so he could only turn to look at his junior brother Huo Du in the audience.

Huo Du was a little helpless and could only translate the words to Darba.

After hearing this, Darba clasped his hands together and said to Zhou Xuan.

"You will know if you try it."

He didn't want to say anything more to Zhou Xuan, so he immediately reached out and pulled up the magic pestle on the ground. He widened his eyes, raised his hand and smashed it on Zhou Xuan's head.

Seeing this, Zhou Xuan shook his head helplessly.

“It’s really impossible to communicate.”

Then he did not continue to waste time, so he raised his hand and waved it.

With a "bang", the demon-subduing pestle in Darba's hand was knocked out. The demon-subduing pestle kept flipping in the air, and finally smashed the Golden Wheel Dharma King behind Darba.
Chapter completed!