King Kong Temple in Nanhe Province, is a first-class sect in China, the leader of Buddhism, this Huitong, is the chief monk of King Kong Temple, the realm of seven martial artists, Emei can invite him, King Kong Temple is already very face-giving.

"Little brother is interesting, this snow is fragrant, but it is different from those ordinary teas, one cup is enough, and drinking it again will have no effect. "Huitong is facing Su Hangdao.

Su Hang laughed dryly, is he too dirty?

But thinking about that kind of realm just now, it's really cool, if you can come back a few times, your skills will definitely make greater progress.

Huitong looked at Su Hang meaningfully, "However, I don't seem to have made much progress in the realm of this little brother." ”

Because Su Hang and Xue Xuan were sitting together, Huitong paid a little special attention to Su Hang, and the realm of other people had made more or less progress, but Su Hang had not made any progress at all, it stands to reason that he was at the peak of the Nine Grades Martial Arts realm from the beginning, and this cup of tea has been settled for so long, and it should be seventy or eighty percent of the hope to break through to the realm of martial artists.

Asked that the effect of tea is extraordinary, but it is not significant in Su Hang, is this little guy's talent too low? It seems unlikely, can he reach the realm of the Nine Rank Martial Arts at this age, is his talent low?

Therefore, Huitong has doubts.

Su Hang listened and said, "The master's eyes are like torches, this tea is very good, but it's a pity that I'm too stupid." ”

When Huitong heard this, he just smiled, didn't say anything more, and turned to Xue Xuan, "Miss Xue, we haven't seen each other for a long time." ”

"Yes, the last time I saw the master, it was when I went to the King Kong Temple with my father to worship the Buddha, and it has been more than three years since I thought about it. Xue Xuan said politely.

Huitong bowed slightly, "Three years ago, Ling Zun borrowed three scriptures from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of my temple, and he once said that he had borrowed them for a year, but now it has been three years. ”

When Su Hang heard it beside him, he couldn't help but be happy, and glanced at Xue Xuan. Her face was also a little embarrassed, this fat monk was too funny to speak, Su Hang thought he was catching up with Xue Xuan, but he didn't want to be collecting debts.

Xue Xuan's father. I borrowed something and didn't pay it back, but I didn't know what scriptures I borrowed, which was worth asking for by Huitong here.

"It's not that I'm stingy, the three volumes of scriptures are written by the patriarch I sent to write them himself. It's really precious, and there is no copy in the temple, it's been three years, Ling Zun hasn't returned the meaning of the scriptures, and I happened to meet Miss Xue today, and I had to ask the monk cheekily. "The fat monk's face is not red and his heart is not beating, he usually says whatever he has in his heart, and he is not afraid of inappropriate words and offending people.

Xue Xuan smiled awkwardly, "Master rest assured." I will remind my father of this, my father has a lot of things, maybe he forgot, don't be surprised, master. ”

"It's so good, I'm tired of Miss Xue. The fat monk said with satisfaction, "There are a lot of young talents who came today, and this year's tea party is more lively than before, but why didn't this Qingyun faction come?"

"The master has been practicing at Kongo Temple all year round. I don't know much about the situation in Shuzhong, the two factions of Qingyun and Emei have not been very harmonious in the past two years, even if Emei has the heart to invite them. Qingyun may not come, besides, it is just a tea party. Xue Xuan said.

The fat monk bowed his head slightly and didn't say anything more.

At the Emei Tea Party, tea tasting is just a reason, and the Tao is the main play. Seeing that everyone was sober, Master Qingjing cleared his throat too much, "There are many seniors here, and there are more talented juniors, everyone sits down and talks, if there is any confusion in cultivation, you can tell it, learn from each other's strengths, and hope to speak freely!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar in the square, and many young juniors began to ask questions, which were answered by those seniors with advanced realms, or discussed with each other.

Express your own opinions, you convince me, I convince you, if both are unconvinced, simply stand up and fight, Su Hang can be regarded as having learned what is called the Tao, this trip to Emei is worth it, although he is only an observer, and he has not spoken once, but he has also gained a lot in the fierce debate of everyone.

There is a double sword gate in Jianmen Pass, and the strength of a medium-sized sect in Shu was also invited, just because of the question of whether a left-handed sword is powerful or a right-handed sword is powerful, the left and right factions of Shuangjianmen had a dispute, and as a result, each sent a disciple to set off a battle in the center of the square.

The sword came and went, and the fight was very joyful.

Su Hang was very speechless in his heart, they all belonged to the same lineage, why did he have to decide the high and low? The left hand and the right hand did not conflict, since it was a double sword gate, it was a big deal to practice the two swordsmanship together.

What is the argument? It's just a matter of finding a high-sounding reason to fight.

Su Hang glanced around, fortunately, there was no one here who couldn't get along with him, the only one was the Sima family, but the Sima family didn't know what Su Hang did, and it was impossible to find him.

It seems good to be a calm bystander and watch others compare each other.

"Guys, it's very lively!"

The two people of the Shuangjian Gate were fighting happily, and a voice sounded coldly, like thunder on the ground, as if someone was shouting in their ears, which shook people's eardrums.

Everyone paused, including the two disciples of the Shuangjian Sect, who immediately stopped fighting, and followed the prestige, only to see an old man in a gray robe standing next to the square, followed by two young men.

This old man is thin, but he is quite tall, at least one meter eight, standing in the wind, like a pine pole, gray hair fluttering, the mountain wind blows the sound of hunting, his face is calm, his eyes are deep, if he doesn't see it with his own eyes, I'm afraid few people will find out about his existence.

Behind him were two young men, standing with their heads held high, their eyes sharp, completely different from the old man's restraint, these two were sharp, like two long swords behind the old man.

Seeing this old man, Master Qingjing stood up suddenly, "What are you doing here?"

The voice was very stern, and it seemed to be a little disgusted, Su Hang pulled out the system and swept it, as expected, he couldn't scan the old man's information, and he didn't know where the old man came from, but it seemed that the person who came was not good.

"Such a grand event, how can I be missing someone? Qingjing, I haven't seen you for eight years, your temper is still so impulsive, it hasn't changed at all, old friends come to the door, is it possible that you want to turn away?" The old man shook his head gently, and his tone was light, as if old friends were meeting to catch up, and slowly walked towards the field.

The atmosphere in the field froze for a while.

"One of the two masters in Shu, Uncle Sword Demon Feng Zhong. Xue Xuan whispered in Su Hang's ear.

"Sword Demon?"

When Su Hang heard this, he chuckled in his heart, he had heard Xue Qi mention it before, Uncle Zhong of the Sword Demon Wind, one of the two masters in Shuzhong, one of the scattered cultivators, lived in seclusion in Qipan Mountain in Shuxi all the year round, and the realm of the second-grade martial arts, this person became famous for the eighteen-way sword, on the surface, but in fact, he was ruthless, and there were many murderous names in the rivers and lakes.

"Why did he come here?" Hearing Xue Xuan talk about this person, Su Hang couldn't help but glance at the old man, a master of the Innate Martial Sect realm, if he came to make trouble, the people present combined, I am afraid that they would not be his opponents.

A master of the realm of the Martial Sect, even if he only has the realm of the first-grade martial arts, defeating ten nine-rank martial artists head-on, there is almost no suspense, there are only two of the entire Emei faction who have reached the realm of the nine-rank martial artists, and there are only two of the nine-rank martial artists present, out of extreme disadvantage, it is no wonder that everyone will look like a great enemy.

"Uncle Feng Zhong and the grievances of the Emei faction, can be traced back to more than 80 years ago, when he was young, Uncle Feng Zhong and the previous generation of Emei in charge of the Qin Xin real person met in the rivers and lakes, the relationship was excellent, and then for some reason, turned against each other, Qin Xin Zhenren worshiped Emei, into the Shamen, Uncle Feng Zhong also changed his temperament, sometimes right and evil, set off a lot of storms in the rivers and lakes, until the achievement of the realm of martial arts, only returned to the chessboard mountain, however, this person left a lot of fierce names, the long sword in his hand stained countless blood, the older generation of martial artists mentioned the name of Uncle Feng Zhong, mostly fearful。 Xue Xuan explained to Su Hang in a low voice.

"More than 80 years ago, that's a long time. Su Hang was speechless, and couldn't help but have some bad taste, "This Uncle Feng Zhong, shouldn't he have a stiff relationship with Qin Xinzhen because of emotional problems?"

Xue Xuan listened to it and pursed her lips and smiled, "You can just talk about this in front of me, but don't mention it in front of everyone in the Emei faction, otherwise, you won't have your good fruit to eat." (To be continued.) )