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Climbing high and looking into the distance here is indeed open-minded and a good place to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

However, at this time, no one cared about this, and they rushed towards the martial arts training ground on the right side of the platform.

At this time, it was 11 o'clock in the morning, and there were still many tourists on the mountain, and there were two or three hundred people still in the temple, and they all poured up at this time.

Only one of them remained outside the main hall, and he didn't pay much attention to things like martial arts.

When the late Daoist entered the field, Xingjing was already waiting inside with a long sword in his hand. And around, it is Lu Zhishen, Seng Feng, Seng Man, Seng Yang, and Zhishou. If it is according to Lu Zhishen's temperament, if someone comes to challenge him, he will naturally not refuse.

But the abbot has already given orders, and he will not act rashly. I don't know what it is, but there must be a reason why I want the abbot to make such an arrangement.

Lu Zhishen, who was seen by the late Taoist before entering the venue, was a flower monk who had been seen on TV a long time ago. Although he came to challenge, he was not sure of victory. But he didn't care about that, he was already satisfied if he could fight with the masters.

While seeing Lu Zhishen, he also saw several people in Seng Feng, but he didn't see Tan Zong. He felt the same powerful aura from the Seng Feng and the others, which he didn't expect at all. There is still such a master in the Pure Heart Temple, and it is not one, it is four, I have never seen it, and there is no news from the outside world.

I don't know if there are any such masters in the Pure Heart Temple, such ones, slightly worse, or stronger. From what he knew alone, this number was comparable to that of some of the larger sects. And the Pure Heart Temple is just a temple with dozens of people, and it is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"Please!"

Xingzang bowed his hand, interrupting the thoughts of the late Taoist.

This is the etiquette used in the previous world, which made the late Taoist slightly stunned.

However, he didn't live much, took off the black box behind his back and opened it, and also took out a long sword. However, like his stature, this longsword is longer and wider than a normal longsword.

Both sides saluted, and then Xingzang held the scabbard of the sword with one hand and the hilt of the sword with the other, and the center of gravity of his body leaned forward slightly, rushing out like a sword off the string.

The speed of Xingzang was too fast, and in an instant, the sword came to the late Daoist, and there was a sword sound, and a white light pierced the throat of the late Daoist.

The late Taoist sword was not out of the sheath, and the long sword turned in his hand, just blocking the sword of Xingzang.

Then the scabbard shot straight at Xingzang, and at the same time, the long sword also came out of its sheath and slashed backhand.

The two men battled each other for two rounds before taking a few steps back. Xingzang fully deployed his speed, only to see a figure revolving rapidly around the late Daoist, the long sword in his hand stabbing at the opponent's vital points, and from time to time the sound of gold and iron resonating came from the field.

And everyone outside the arena was dazzled, there was no ring and all kinds of rules of weapons in actual combat, how many people have seen it? You must know that the two people in the field are fighting with real weapons, and the movements are extremely fast, and even people who don't understand the danger can see it.

From time to time, an exclamation came from the mouths of the surrounding tourists.

"Bell-" Another sound was heard.

"Shhh And the tip of the sword of the late Daoist was pointing at Xingzang's chest.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is defeated. Xingzang nodded at the other party and turned to pick up the long sword. I don't even look at the tip of the sword that is close at hand.

Su Wen's eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, although the distance is not close, but he can see every detail of the two of them clearly, and keenly noticed that Xingzang's right hand trembled gently between swings.

Combined with the figure of the late Taoist, Su Wen immediately had a guess in his heart. I'm afraid that the strength of the other party is far beyond ordinary people, and in many battles, Xingzang can't hold the long sword.

Xingzang picked up the long sword, and then saluted Su Wen, and did not stop, and went directly down the mountain to return to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Now I'm qualified to challenge the 'Flower Monk'?" the belated Taoist turned and shouted at where everyone was standing. Although Fang Cai had a vicious fight with Xingzang, he didn't consume much.

"Senior Brother Zhishen is the master of the Arhat Hall, how can he challenge it by just one person. I'll talk if you win first. ”

Seng Feng let out a loud shout and stepped out of the crowd step by step.

Although Fang Cai's Xingzang lost, the victory or defeat was only in an instant, and ordinary people did not understand what was going on. However, his speed and swordsmanship left a deep impression on onlookers. Even if his face is full of scars, there are many people who feel sorry for him. At the same time, it can be seen that Xingzang is definitely a master.

And this time, it was a monk who had never seen him before, and they whispered one after another.

There are so many monks with strong martial arts in this Pure Heart Temple. I don't know how this strength is, but after the one just now, I think the strength is far better than him.

Seng Feng walked straight to the weapon rack and took a long stick, and then walked to the middle of the field and made a gesture to the late Taoist: "Poor monk Seng Feng, come." A breath of fighting on the battlefield suddenly emanated from him.

The eyes of the late Daoist also became serious at this time, although this monk Feng did not fight, but from the breath, he could see that he was much better than the monk in Fangcai.

"If I defeat you, will I have to challenge others?" The late Daoist didn't make a move, but spoke, and his voice resounded throughout the martial arts training ground.

Su Wen smiled slightly, this belated Taoist is really not light, and at this time, he will also take his own army. Win or lose, I'm afraid that the reputation of the temple's wheel war will fall.

But if Lu Zhishen ends, no matter whether he wins or loses, I'm afraid he will lose. After all, Lu Zhishen is the champion of the fighting competition, and the other party is just a Taoist priest that no one knows. As long as they hold on to each other for a while, the face of the Pure Heart Temple will not be so good-looking.

But how can it be as you wish?

"If you win this game, you won't have to compete in the next one. Even if you win Senior Brother Zhishen, there is no need to compete anymore. ”

As soon as Su Wen's voice fell, the late Taoist suddenly gasped. This is a great way to ask.

Even if he wins and the other party admits defeat, most people will only say that the Pure Heart Temple is generous. After all, he has been fighting with two unknown monks for a long time, who would believe that he can defeat Hua Monk Zhishen? Not to mention that this monk Feng is also a master, and whether he will win or lose is still undecided. If you lose, you don't have to say anything. Even an unknown monk can't beat him himself, what face do you have to challenge Zhishen?

That's what the other party's purpose is, to use Fang Cai's words to resolve the wheel war. Then this monk Feng won himself again, and no one had anything to say.

Good intentions, good means.

The abbot was wrong, he didn't expect that there were so many masters in the Pure Heart Temple, and he also underestimated the scheming of this Su Wen.

The foundation of this Pure Heart Temple is indeed not shallow.

The late Taoist turned his head and glanced at Su Wen on the sidelines, and his eyes swept over Lu Zhishen, Seng Man, Seng Yang, and Zhishou one by one, and slowly spoke: "What I want to challenge is Zhishen." If I win, I hope that your temple will not arrange for other people to come out, and compete with the last game in a dignified manner. ”

Only by winning Zhishen can this game be reversed.

Then he turned his head to face his opponent. In this game, I must win, I must win.

(To be continued.) )