Two days passed in a flash.

The people at the foot of the mountain came and went, walked and came.

They scolded happily on their lips, but their bodies were more honest than anyone else.

Lonely and Yan Changguan, they have been staying and not leaving.

Although, they secretly united with the Martial Arts Association and became one.

But they are also unwilling to miss this good opportunity because of it.

Although, not in the mountains.

However, it is better to listen to some than to listen to nothing.

At their level, ordinary lectures can no longer give them any understanding.

But Chen Yang's lecture is different.

Let them have a refreshing feeling.

It's amazing.

Obviously, he was just reading the scriptures word by word, but he could hear the message he was trying to convey from this voice.

"The road is simple, back to basics..."

Yan Changguan sat cross-legged at the bottom of the mountain, thoughtful.

Night falls.

When the sun rises again, it will be the day of the first dojo assignment in Jiangnan.

Han Mulin left as early as the first day.

They can stay here, but Han Mulin can't.

The dojo is about to be assigned, how can he stay at the foot of the opponent's mountain, like a licking dog?

Besides, many things in the sect are waiting for him.

Mountaintop.

In just 5,000 words, he recited it over and over again.

He could clearly feel that there was a warm warmth flowing from his heart.

This is the power of faith he has received in two days.

Almost all of them came from more than 2,000 people.

And the faith of more than 2,000 people is comparable to hundreds of thousands.

It's all because they're monks.

The faith of the monks is more precious than that of ordinary people.

"It seems that the light of the saint can be cast. ”

But faith is still too little, and even if it is used, it will not make much difference.

Faith is a very ethereal thing, unquantifiable, only to be understood.

Chen Yang has his own perception in his heart.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye.

It's dawn.

A car, at the moment, is driving from the city.

The convoy passed the Lingshan Bridge and headed towards Lingshan.

Head car, back seat.

Han Mulin closed his eyes and recuperated.

The convoy behind is the person who came to build momentum for the platform of his martial arts association today.

Regardless of the number of people or status, they cannot be compared with Chen Yang.

However, it is not too bad.

There are five Confucian masters, Buddhist masters, and five people.

The businessmen are extremely rich, and they can account for half of Jiangnan Province.

Immortal gates, scattered cultivation, the same lot.

But compared to Chen Yang, it is still a little worse.

This is a fact that there is no way to change.

Chen Yang's momentum was too sensational, the scene was too big, and none of the people who came to the platform were unknown.

Pick out any person, and they can all be on one side.

Han Mulin wanted to surpass him, unless he could invite more than ten great grandmasters, he also had to invite a capable demon clan to the stage.

This is obviously impossible.

Behind Chen Yang, there are Daomen, Buddhism, Sanxiu, Xianmen, Shangjia Family, and Wuyi Mountain Demon Clan.

Even, there is the military.

There is simply no comparison.

Therefore, Han Mulin does not ask too much.

He only hoped that he wouldn't be too much worse than Chen Yang.

After all, in the end, it is up to you to see the truth.

No matter how many people he invites, if he loses, he will lose even more face.

In today's battle, Han Mulin is very confident.

The car crossed the bridge and approached a kilometer from Lingshan, and this section of the road was temporarily blocked.

The convoy slowly drove in, and Lingshan was already close at hand.

"This is Lingshan?"

"I heard that Chen Zhenren opened the altar to give a lecture, and I don't know if I have the opportunity to discuss a thing or two with him. ”

In the car behind, several ** masters, as well as the masters of Confucianism, looked at the morning light, like a Lingshan covered in plain clothes.

In my heart, I was full of curiosity about Chen Xuanyang.

"This battle will be won!"

Han Mulin suddenly opened his eyes and said.

This battle is not just a battle between their Martial Arts Association and the Daomen.

It is the first assignment of the Jiangnan Dojo.

Both sides have brought so many people to the platform, no matter who they are, they can't afford to lose.

At the foot of the mountain, everyone saw the car coming, and their eyes suddenly woke up.

"It's finally getting started. ”

"I don't know how Chen Xuanyang will agree with Wu to agree on the rules. ”

"The Martial Arts Association invited a lot of people. ”

"No less than the people invited by Chen Xuanyang. ”

The crowd was gossiping.

The car finally stopped at the foot of the mountain.

The next second.

Dozens of cars, opening their doors almost at the same time.

Han Mulin walked down, faced Lingshan, hugged his fists and said loudly: "Martial Arts Association, come to fight, please Chen Zhenren go down the mountain, and determine the final dojo distribution rules with me!"

Hundreds of people, lined up, stood behind Han Mulin.

Silent Ran, Yan Changguan and others also came over and merged into the crowd.

At the foot of the mountain, these people felt that it was difficult to breathe.

These monks seem to have deliberately released their momentum.

At this moment, it is all converged, giving people a lot of pressure.

They did it on purpose.

The three ** masters headed by the leader, the two Confucian masters, the spirit and spirit are one, guiding the monks to put pressure on Lingshan.

A radius of hundreds of meters, but whenever you walk by, you will feel a pressure on your shoulders.

Mountaintop.

Chen Yang opened his eyes leisurely.

The sound of the mountain is clearly audible through the breeze in your ears.

He smiled faintly, put down the wooden hammer in his hand, and looked at the people in front of him.

In the past two days, Lin Yu and Bai Xuzi have both crossed the level of the Seven Tricks.

Chen Wuwu and others, although there is no breakthrough, they are close at hand.

That layer of window paper, as long as it is broken, can immediately jump over the dragon gate.

He stood up and whispered, "Wake up." ”

These two words seem to have some kind of strange magic.

Everyone was startled, and then they woke up.

For these ordinary people, listening to the scriptures and preaching this time is like a big dream.

Immerse themselves in a strange world, but one that they yearn for.

They have a new understanding of themselves, of life, and of everything.

It seems to be more open-minded.

For these monks, this opening lecture can be described as very fruitful.

Except for the Taoist priests on the Louguantai, the others all showed surprise.

Even Mingyi and others also felt incredible.

"Now that the lecture is over, you donors can go down the mountain. This is said to those ordinary people.

They stood up, and although they had not eaten or drunk for two days, they did not feel the slightest weakness in their bodies.

On the contrary, he is energetic and energetic.

After they are gone.

Chen Yang said: "Everyone, please come down the mountain with me." ”

He walked down the hill with his hands in his hands, not hurrying, step by step.

When they came to the bottom of the mountain, the group of ordinary people had already left.

From afar, Chen Yang felt a kind of pressure.

He raised an eyebrow: "Demonstration?"

Yunxiao and the others also noticed this momentum, frowned and said, "There is no one to deceive me?"

He was just about to organize everyone, Chen Yang said, "It's okay. ”

He strode over, and suddenly, the aura of this mountain forest was mobilized, and all of them converged on his body.

He was in control of the entire dojo at the moment.

A person is a dojo.

He walked step by step, and this momentum became stronger and stronger.

The momentum of Han Mulin's side was easily resisted, and it was suppressed to the death.

The faces of the five great grandmaster-level monks and Confucian masters changed slightly.

In their eyes, this young little Taoist priest actually carried an unstoppable momentum on his body.

Even with the strength of hundreds of them, they couldn't even compete.

Twenty meters apart.

Chen Yang is still shortening the distance.

With every step, everyone felt an inexplicable pressure, and it was a little heavier.

When the distance was shortened to five meters, Han Mulin and the others felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.

"Chen Zhenren is a good means!"

A ** master clasped his hands together and took the initiative to withdraw this momentum.

Chen Yang smiled, and also withdrew the momentum of the dojo: "Each other." ”

The five of them stopped talking and retreated behind Han Mulin.

When Yunxiao saw Chen Yang alone, he suppressed the other party, and couldn't help but show a smug look on his face.

What if there are more of you?

I am alone, and I can push you sideways.

The two sides are bounded by Lingshan Mountain, and they are clearly distinguished.

Inside the Lingshan is the Daomen, and outside the Lingshan is the Wuxie.

Han Mulin said: "Chen Zhenren, can you be sure that you will come forward with two wins in three games?"

As soon as these words came out, Mo said that the side of the Martial Arts Association, even the people behind Chen Yang, were also surprised.

"He's really confident, and he played all three games by himself?"

"He doesn't take the Martial Arts Association seriously at all. ”

"In fact, if he can win in a row, he only needs to play two. ”

"What are you talking about? Streak? Is it possible?"

Some people laugh at him for being arrogant, and some people are angry at him for being arrogant.

Yunxiao and a few people are certainly a little dissatisfied in their hearts.

For such an important matter, Chen Yang had not discussed it with them.

But at this time, the words were released, and they could not be changed.

You can only resign yourself to fate.

What else can be said?

The dojos are all Chen Yang's.

Who can point fingers?

What's more, this kid can read a boring "Tao Te Ching" that ordinary people listen to so well, so much substitution.

Didn't you see such a transcendent existence as Louguantai, who closed the Taoist temple and specially brought his family to listen to the scriptures?

Even if there is no dojo, what effect will it have on him?

Thinking of this, they suddenly had a feeling of sudden realization.

"Sure. Chen Yang nodded and looked behind him: "Please invite the three members of the Martial Arts Association to appear." ”

Everyone stepped back, leaving a space, about fifty meters in size, for them to fight.

Han Mulin nodded and shouted out a name: "Qin Qiu!"

A man in his forties walked out of the crowd.

His name is Qin Qiu, a senior disciple of the Yanghu Sect.

In the Yanghu faction, the status is transcendent.

Moreover, he had already opened all his seven senses and stepped into the unsullied.

Over the years, preparations have been made for the construction of the foundation.

Build the foundation, don't rush to come.

You have to keep yourself in the best shape.

And now, it's his peak.

The distance from the foundation is a stone's throw away.

If you don't make full preparations, there will be a situation like Xu Chenguang, where the foundation building failed twice.

However, even if everything is ready, there is still a possibility of failure.

"President Yan and President Lonely. Han Mulin said.

The two nodded and walked out.

Today is the battle between Daomen and the Martial Arts Association, and the two of them are acting as referees.

Whether they are secretly united or not, but at this moment, they must be just.

At this point, Daomen did not have any worries.

"Two. Yan Changguan said: "Three games and two wins, in the battle, if one side admits defeat, the other side must not make another move, otherwise it will be regarded as invalid." ”

"Besides, it's just a discussion, and the point is up. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Qiu said lightly: "If he admits defeat, I will naturally stop there." ”

Chen Yang raised his eyes and said, "Then, no matter whether you live or die." ”

Yan Changguan and Silent had an indifferent expression.

Obviously, it's not strange.

Every time the dojo is reassigned, there are always dead people.

It's inevitable.

I didn't mean to kill someone.

Rather, in the same realm, both sides are unwilling to admit defeat.

In this case, only if one side completely falls can it be counted as a win.

This is the time when accidents are most likely to occur.

Therefore, this kind of competition, which is superficially a competition, is essentially a battle of life and death.

Participants, have long accepted that all the accidents that may occur.

"There is only one Qin Qiu that the Yanghu Sect can handle. Yunxiao said in a condensed voice: "But even if there is only one Qin Qiu, it is not easy to deal with." ”

On that day, the Yanghu faction fought against Chen Yang, but it was Zhu Min, who was also a monk of the Seven Apertures.

But compared with Qin Qiu, the gap is very large.

Jin Yuan glanced at it, his eyes swept over several of them, and his heart couldn't help but sink: "There are not many sects in the Lingshan Martial Arts Association that can show their hands, but there are quite a few outside Lingshan. ”

"This battle must be won!" Han Mulin solemnly entrusted.

Qin Qiu nodded: "Master rest assured, with me Qin Qiu, the Martial Arts Association will not lose." Unless, I die!"

His tone was flat, as if life and death were not worth mentioning.

He walked into the middle and looked at Chen Yang.

The latter also stepped into the field.

Liu Yuanji grabbed him and whispered: "If you can't beat him, just admit defeat quickly, there's no shame in admitting defeat, anyway, it's just a dojo, you can build one, and I'm afraid you won't be able to build a second one? ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, the disciples of the Dao Sect next to him all glared at him.

This bastard thing.

Before he started fighting, he had already begun to think about what would happen after Chen Yang lost.

Who the hell are you?

Chen Yang shook off his arm: "Today, the Fanshan Dojo is from my Daomen." ”

After speaking, enter.

The voices around them faded, and everyone was silent, all looking at the two of them.

Two wins in three games.

In this game, if Chen Yang loses, then it is almost impossible for Lingshan Dojo to hold it.

And if the Martial Arts Association loses, the Martial Arts Association still has a chance to win the game.

After all, there are three people in the Martial Arts Association.

And Chen Yang is only himself.

"Let's go. ”

Yan Changguan said.

"Huh!"

A sword light suddenly stabbed in.

It's fast.

The sword light is cold.

I didn't even say hello.

Chen Yang was a little flustered, avoided the sword, and took a few steps back.

He almost forgot that this was not an ordinary competition, but a dojo battle between you and me, and I lived and died.

There are no rules here.

The only rule is to win at all costs.

Seeing Chen Yang's panicked steps, there was a smile on the corner of the mouth of everyone in the Martial Arts Association.

"Buzz!"

Stabilizing his figure, Chen Yang drew his sword.

Facing Qin Qiu, who was indifferent like a killer and ruthless with his sword, Chen Yang met him with a sword.

Under the sonorous sound, the huge power shocked the two of them.

Qin Qiu's face was expressionless, and he continued to kill.

He is a martial arts cultivator, majoring in fists, feet, swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

He understands the technique, but he doesn't have a deep dabbling.

Because of this, he understands a truth better.

Chen Yang must not be given a chance to perform the Dao Method.

Otherwise, you will lose this battle.

He stabbed straight with his sword, and when he saw Chen Yang fighting with him, his body suddenly turned around when he got close, and the sword edge turned abruptly, piercing towards Chen Yang's feet.

With both hands gone, he clenched his fists and smashed a fist into Chen Yang's chest and a fist into his head.

The two fists were fierce, the fist wind rubbed the air, and a piercing sound sounded.

He suddenly abandoned his sword and changed his fist, Chen Yang was surprised, but he was not chaotic.

"Yanghu Fist?"

Chen Yang muttered to himself, and his palm also loosened the bone sword.

The back waist arched back slightly, one hand reached out to block the fist in front of the chest, and the other hand raised up to intercept the fist that went straight to the door.

"Bang!" two sounds, and the two punches were easily slapped away.

Qin Qiu took a few steps back, but before he took a step back, the ground under his feet shattered.

His calm face showed a touch of wonder at this moment.

"Yanghu Fist!"

He felt it clearly.

At that moment, what Chen Yang used was the Yanghu Fist!

Moreover, it is a real and authentic Yanghu boxing!

The hand-to-hand short fight just now is the essence of their Yanghu faction's boxing technique, and without decades of foundation, it is absolutely impossible to make it so handy.

And if you want to practice, you must have a master to teach carefully.

Otherwise, if you practice by yourself, it will be easy to practice the number of forks in the road.

How is this possible?

He is a Taoist priest, and he actually understands my Yanghu boxing technique?

Han Mulin and the others twisted their eyebrows, Qin Qiu could see it, and they naturally saw it.

"Yanghu Boxing is somewhat similar, but if you want to use Yanghu Boxing to defeat my big disciple of the Yanghu faction, it's a fool's dream!"

Han Mulin snorted lightly.

There is a reason why Qin Qiu abandoned his sword and fist.

And Chen Yang also gave up his sword and exchanged punches, obviously intending to use their best skills to defeat them.

Chen Yang's back arched, his body was slightly low, he put on a small fist fight, and hooked his hand at him: "Come on." ”

Qin Qiu put on the same fist fight, approaching him step by step.

The two of them looked at each other, and the slightest change in their eyes could be noticed.

Chen Yang's purpose is very simple, just like Han Mulin thought.

Use the Yanghu Fist, which they are most proud of, to defeat it, and let them realize the huge gap between the Martial Arts Association and the Daomen.

Let them understand that no matter who your opponent is, no matter how many means you have, you are invincible in front of me.

"Step!"

Qin Qiu stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, twisted out a whirlpool, the momentum was huge, and his body rushed out diagonally.

Under the feet, the ground cracked, and the practice clothes were full of true qi, hard as iron, and the hunting sounded.

If you practice your fists and feet to the extreme, you can also crack the stone, and the lethality is extremely great.

The two quickly became entangled with each other, making it both Yanghu fists.

Their punches were extremely fast, and Ye Qiufang and the others could only see the two of them constantly moving, and their fists and feet were like afterimages.

"Bang!"

Qin Qiu's whip leg swept over a boulder, and the boulder immediately turned into powder.

"Bang!"

Chen Yang smashed him away with a punch, and Qin Qiu's body smashed against a big tree that needed to be surrounded by two people, and the big tree was actually broken from the roots by his body.

But Qin Qiu immediately got up from the ground, like a nobody, and continued to rush up.

Cultivating to such a point as him, although he didn't dare to say that he was like ice muscle and jade bones, it was difficult for ordinary things to hurt.

"Is this a monk?" Ye Qiufang's pretty face turned slightly white.

Even if he has already seen Chen Yang face the eight directions in Lingshan Lake.

But it's not as good as at the moment.

With such a fist to the flesh, and two people, it almost destroyed the environment within a radius of 100 meters, which is really shocking.

A monk said: "The Martial Arts Association specializes in fists and feet, and its destructive power is limited. If the Daomen and Buddhism fight, don't say that this place is probably a mountain, and it can also be destroyed. ”

"Bang!"

Qin Qiu was once again blasted out more than ten meters by Chen Yang, breaking three big trees in a row.

He stood up, blood spilling from all seven orifices.

Han Mulin's face was cold, and everyone behind him also had serious expressions.

Even Qin Qiu couldn't take advantage of him.

"Throw in the towel. Chen Yang said softly.

Qin Qiu ignored it.

Even if he is not as good as Chen Yang, he must not admit defeat.

He rushed up again, raised his knees in mid-air, and crashed into Chen Yang.

Chen Yang didn't dodge or dodge, he directly met it, his calf was whipped on Qin Qiu's right leg, and then his right hand swung violently, and a sound of "bang" exploded, like a thunderbolt.

The back of his right hand slammed into Qin Qiu's shoulder.

This is the unicorn hammer of Yanghu Boxing.

Qin Qiu was smashed by this, and his body fell directly to the ground from mid-air with a powerful momentum.

If Qin Qiu played swordsmanship with him, he might be able to spend a while longer.

However, he prefers to compete in boxing.

In terms of boxing methods, Chen Yang can be said to be a collection of hundreds of boxing strengths.

The Martial Arts Association faced him and took the initiative to ask for no good fruit to eat.

"Huh!"

Chen Yang pulled out the bone sword, pressed it against Qin Qiu's forehead, who was still about to get up, and said coldly: "If you don't admit defeat, you will die." ”

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[Two more 12,000 words, today's state is not right, ask for a monthly pass, and write early tomorrow]