"Zheng Zheng!"

When Long Qingyu pulled out the Dragon Love Sword from behind, a sword groan sounded, and the cold light on the sword body reflected the old monk Zhaobei.

"Good sword!" The old monk Zhaobei was dazzled by the sword light, and exclaimed in surprise, he had long heard that a peerless divine sword had fallen into the hands of this kid, and it was a rare kind of sword that recognized the master. This sword is afraid that it is full of spirituality, and he himself can't help but swallow his saliva, who doesn't envy this kind of good sword.

"Double Dragons Play Pearls!"

Long Qingyu's move is the exquisite move in the Dragon God Sword Technique, the sword qi is rampant, oppressing the mind, and the true qi is wrapped around the sword body and transformed into a double dragon, going hand in hand, vowing to destroy everything in front of him.

"Urn!"

The weight of the Zen staff is not light, it is a heavy weapon, but the old monk Zhaobei did not feel constrained at all in his hand, danced a circle, and then under the infusion of the true qi that had been gathering momentum for a long time, he slapped it against Long Qingyu's Dragon Love Sword.

"Jingle bell!"

"Bang dang!"

A sound of landing came into the ears of several people, and the old monk felt that the Zen staff in his hand was light, and he looked at the ground without knowing what to do, only to see the crescent-shaped end of the platform slanted on the platform.

With just one move, the Zen staff in his hand was cut off, this is the legendary sword, how can it be so sharp!

The old monk has lived a long time, and he has seen a lot of sharp weapons, and there are also weapons that can cut off this Zen staff, and he has done it with the first few on the weapon spectrum.

But there is still a difference, and the difference is that this sword did it, and it was done with great ease.

"Don't be ashamed, do you want to change another weapon!" the maid Ning'er gloated and looked at the old monk on the stage with a smile.

The old monk was depressed when he heard this, and it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice! There was no weapon in his hand, he thought so in his heart, but if these peak-level figures heard it, he would have to take a big sip of it, and his face would be thicker.

The old monk intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the small row on the west side of the Yanwu Palace, the weapons on that side were all of the highest quality, it can be said that the iron is sharpened like mud, it cannot be said that it is compared with the dragon love sword, I am afraid that it can also be persistent.

"Next!"

The maid knew that he wanted that row of weapons, and she was happy to see the old monk deflated.

When the new weapon arrived, the old monk was very satisfied, and the previous Zen staff was thrown under the stage at will.

This is an arhat stick, the whole body is purple, and I don't know what material it is, but the reassuring expression on the old monk's face shows that this arhat stick is not trivial.

"Dharma Stick!"

As soon as the Luohan stick arrived in the hands of the old monk, he played a circle, and the Dharma stick method was used, and the mysterious and mysterious stick was beaten out.

The Dharma stick method is said to come from the hands of the Bodhidharma patriarch, the stick method is exquisite, and it is also a top secret to look at the world's rivers and lakes.

"Dragons in the sea!"

Here, Long Qingyu held the sword and drew a sword flower, and the dragon love sword roared away like a river and a sea, and the sword qi took the lead in forcing the old monk Zhaobei.

This sword is wrapped in strong sword strength, and the sword body howls constantly, as if it were substance.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!"

The sound of weapons intersecting in the air came and went, and the explosive vortex burst out towards the surroundings, and the surrounding air was filled with ripples.

This time the sword and stick collided, Long Qingyu did not take advantage and was shocked back, but the Dragon Love Sword in his hand was unscathed, but there was a hole in the old monk Zhaobei's arhat stick. The quality of the weapon is obviously very clear, and the Luohan stick is not as good as the dragon sword.

Long Qingyu is still pleased with this fight, Long Qingjian really did not disappoint him, and the old monk Zhaobei's performance was mediocre, and there was no major damage to the stick body, which proved that he could still spend a while with this kid, and the distress of this stick was dispensable, after all, this level of Arhat stick was still available in Qiansi.

"Double Dragons Return to the Sky!"

This is a big move in the Dragon God Sword Technique, Long Qingyu is perfect, Long Qingyu slashed towards the old monk, and the compelling sword aura seemed to cut him in half.

"Dharma Stick!"

The old monk was full of fighting spirits, and he still made his most proud Dharma stick method, and as soon as the stick was swept out, a force like a mountain was slapped.

"Zheng Zheng!"

The sound of gold and iron resonated, and the sound of fighting in the Yanwu Hall was transmitted outside the hall.

Originally, the monks who were attracted by the sound of fighting in the Yanwu Hall were blocked out by the great monks guarding the Yanwu Palace, because the ancestor and uncle said that he was instructing others in the Yanwu Palace.

When the monks heard this, they were all surprised, then envious, and finally disappointed.

Uncle Shi has never competed with others in his life, let alone instructed other disciples, if he can get his old man's guidance, even if he lets himself go down the mountain to pick up water for a year, he will be willing.

The two of them fought more than a dozen moves, sword shadows and stick shadows on the stage, and the two of them flew around the stage, fighting in full swing.

However, Long Qingyu did not have the upper hand, the old monk's stick technique was exquisite, coupled with his martial arts experience, which could be called antique-level, Long Qingyu's situation was dangerous and dangerous for a while.

The old monk was proud at this time, watching the kid opposite being forced to circle on the stage by his own stick technique, and he was happy and relieved to watch.

"Hey, hey!"

"Boy, look at the stick. ”

The old monk laughed dryly, looked at Long Qingyu and said, winning Long Qingyu is not only happy, the important thing is that the little girl sitting in the audience will not be slapped in the face when the time comes, and she looks like a withered vine and a gourd, which makes people excited when she thinks about it.

The old monk was really choked by the little girl's mouth, and he was excited to not treat people when he returned today!

"Giggles, sitting in the well and watching the sky, I am not ashamed to know that the thirteenth has been struck by lightning. Ning'er, the maid sitting on the futon, smiled secretly at her young lady on the side.

"Well, the old man is going to miscalculate this time!" Even Xue Rubing, who was on the side, looked at the stage and sighed, she saw the old monk's expression in her eyes.

"Not really!" said the maid Ning'er in a smug voice.

Although Long Qingyu was pressed in circles, he also gained a lot, the old monk's stick technique was quite exquisite, which was of great benefit to his martial arts realm and strength, and it was almost an hour to fight on the stage, and it was worth the loss if he continued to compare.

I saw him turn over with the Dragon Love Sword, stand up and shout, "Love at first sight!"

"Hmm, what kind of swordsmanship is this?" the old monk had just finished speaking.

"Bang!"

The dragon love sword was directly slashed on the Luohan stick, and the old monk roared and was shocked back.

"Two lovers!"

Before he could stand firmly, the old monk felt that the sword power was even more powerful than just now.

The old monk dared to take it hard because of the feeling just now, and dodged out.

"Acquaintance!"

"Love over time!"

"Mountain Alliance Sea Oath!"

"Inseparable!"

"Bang dang!"

The old monk couldn't resist such a continuous attack, and was directly slashed on the Luohan stick by Long Qingyu's 'inseparable', because he held the stick with both hands, this power was very strong, and the old monk was split on the stage with short legs.

"Hey! pretend to be thirteen and struck by lightning!" The maid on the stage, Ning'er, made helpless movements with her hands extremely regretful.

(End of chapter)