To get beaten?

The handsome face of the Holy Son of the Bright Moon, which was as white as the bright moon, was full of question marks.

The master didn't take the medicine, did he? Let me be beaten?

Could it be that the master really knows that I have awakened some strange habits!?

The Holy Son of the Bright Moon was in a cold sweat, how did the master know?

Could it be that the master also has a leg with Xiaoying's sister?

The Bright Moon Sect Sect looked into the distance, and said worriedly: "Qianyue, I ask you for the teacher, since my Bright Moon Holy Land became the strongest, how many times have my Holy Land received challenges. ”

The Holy Son of Mingyue forcibly calmed down, hugged his fists and said: "My Holy Land has been challenged no less than a thousand times, and there are many competitions involving many things, including alchemy, talisman making, Taoism, cultivation competition, etc., but my Bright Moon Holy Land, none of them have been defeated!"

"That's right, because there is no defeat. My Bright Moon Holy Land has been stared at by countless pairs of eyes, but the Bright Moon Holy Land today is not what it used to be. ”

"After several battles with the demon clan, the Bright Moon Holy Land has long been seriously injured, and now it is only the end of the strong crossbow, and it is already doing its best to protect itself. ”

"The strongest name, the teacher doesn't want to let the Bright Moon Holy Land bear it. But if I give way directly like this, it will be difficult to convince the public, and it will damage the reputation of my Bright Moon Holy Land, so I want to find a chance for the teacher to lose this strongest name in a dignified manner. ”

"And you are my Bright Moon Holy Land, the most amazing saint son in history, so the teacher wants you to take advantage of the opportunity opened by Wanjian Villa to temporarily give up your position and give up your name and protect your roots. Qianyue, do you understand the intention of the teacher?"

After speaking, Mingyue looked at the Holy Son with a deep meaning.

The Holy Son of Thousand Moon breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he thought that the master knew about his strange habits.

After pondering for a while, the Thousand Moon Holy Son said seriously.

"What the master means is to give up the title of the strongest holy land before the new generation of disciples of my holy land grows up. ”

"The advantage of this move is to let the Holy Land slow down its development for a period of time, the second is to accumulate strength, and the third is to lure the snake out of the hole, taking the opportunity to lure out those potential enemies who are secretly watching my Bright Moon Holy Land, and catch them all?"

Mingyue nodded appreciatively: "Well, yes, you expected everything you thought about as a teacher." ”

"Listen, this operation, the fate of Wanjian Villa is secondary, this matter can only be known to you and Xiaoying, the first task of the two of you is to lead Mingyue's team, and take the opportunity of Wanjian Villa to defeat and be beaten in front of all the monks on the four continents, the heavier the better, the worse the defeat, the better!"

"There was once a great man in my human race who said a wise saying, and I will give it to you as a teacher. ”

After that, the bright moon palm looked into the distance, and his eyes were deep.

The Bright Moon Holy Son listened attentively.

After half a ring, the master said slowly.

"A monk who can't act can always be second-rate. ”

The Holy Son of Mingyue was puzzled: "Master, which great power said this?"

"Looks like it's called Hanikeziya?"

......

Dongsheng Shenzhou, Zuiting Lake.

In the pavilion in front of the lake, three handsome young men were drinking with pots, but there was a trace of sorrow between their eyebrows.

There was a legend.

There are three major kendo Tianjiao, born with a sword body, and within the younger generation, kendo is undefeated.

They have challenged the kendo geniuses of various continents, defeated all the way, humiliated countless kendo geniuses, and the Tianjiao of the same generation took them as the apex.

One day, the three Tianjiao met by chance, and the parties fought thousands of rounds, regardless of victory or defeat.

At this point, the three kendo Tianjiao turned enemies into friends, became sworn brothers, and traveled to the four continents, and were called the first person under the sword immortal by the monks of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

This first person naturally refers to the three days of strength between the two peers, and the three of them are the first people under the sword immortal.

"Well, what if we want to go into retreat, we have already become the target of public criticism. ”

"Kendo has been stuck in a bottleneck for decades, and there are more and more people who are challenged, and it's a little overwhelming, big brother, what do you think? ”

The three young men, who were either chic or cold, glanced at each other.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi said seriously.

"Perhaps, we should let the monks of the world break our legend, so that we can go into hiding. ”

The two Tianjiao listened attentively.

"Big brother, what do you think? ”

The swordsman in Tsing Yi raised his head and poured a sip of strong wine, and said seriously.

"We want to fight a good battle, and we have to lose, and we have to lose beautifully, and we have to lose to people who have strength, status, and cards, preferably young talents who are more handsome than us. ”

After speaking, he was like a lonely single dog, stroking the sword beside him and sighing.

"Our legend, it's time to end, it's up to us to end it. ”

The two brothers looked at each other, extremely lonely.

"Yes, no matter how big the cow is, it will not become an immortal, and everything will eventually be floating clouds. ”

"No matter how fast the swordsmanship is, it can't be as fast as the sword of the old immortal next door. No matter how strong the leapfrog challenge is, it just stinks in my pocket and pulls my pants. ”

"Come on! After this bowl of 82-year-old white dry, the brothers should be on their way. ”

The three brothers, determined to put an end to their legends!

Another half a month later.

Beiju Luzhou, Shenjian Valley.

In the center of Shenjian Valley, a simple and vast mountain villa, huge as a city.

Boom~!!Boom~~!!

High in the sky, the sky is thundering, and the sword qi is vast, like the overwhelming sword qi cutting through the void, bursting with the sound of 'snort' space splitting at all times!

The snow-white sword qi wave that filled the sky like a sea tide was surging with sky-high sword intent.

In the wave of sword qi, there seems to be a land sword immortal walking in the wave, watching from a distance, like a holy miracle on the great shore.

At this time, outside the Divine Sword Valley, within a radius of thousands of miles, the sound of breaking wind pierced the sky one after another, suspending the void.

The storm is turbulent, and the sky is gathered!

This time, there were countless top monks from the four continents gathered, and there were especially many kendo monks!

Outside the earth, there are many hidden old monsters in the way of the sword, they are either extremely poor all their lives, and they have not yet become immortals, or they have no hope of breaking through and want to come here to fight for the heavens.

Whether it is the front wave or the back wave, there are many people related to kendo on the four continents!

Bang~~!!

At this time, the sword light is like a dragon, and the sword light is three thousand miles cold!

A young team dressed in blood robes, stepping on a sword like a rainbow across the sun, a full eighty people, turned out!

All of them are like dragons and tigers, and they are all young monks who have cultivated to an extremely advanced level!

"It's the Holy Land of Blood!"

Some monks exclaimed, the blue blood sword weapon on the robe was cold and distinct.

"It's so murderous, what do they want to do?"

"Have these people eaten powder kegs? all of them have stinky faces, and those who don't know think they have eaten the old eight honey delicacies overnight?"

The monks looked sideways, and the team of the Blood Sanctuary was murderous, as if they were looking for something.

I saw that outside the peaks, in a cave on the edge of the cliff, a bonfire was set up and the grill was swinging horizontally.

The purple-clothed girl in a purple Yunxia light skirt had her eyes flickering, staring at the grilled chicken wings on the grill, a trace of crystal Zidan's lips loomed, and her elegant and dignified appearance was about to be unable to fit it......

The people who have gathered here are the joint team of Sendai!

After a while, Qin Xiaofeng's figure appeared in the cave and said with his fists clenched.

"Senior brother, the people from the Blue Blood Holy Land are also here. It's all in the realm of integration, with more than a dozen Mahayana elders leading the team, and it seems that they are very capable of fighting. ”

Xiao Changsheng smiled and flipped the roasted wings on the grill.

"It's okay, if they can fight, let them go first, let's not worry, we can win if we hold on, come, eat a roasted wing first and then discuss the battle plan......"

After speaking, Xiao Changsheng took out his small notebook.

"Come, I'll lay out the 389th set of combat plans again. ”

When the disciples of the Quanzhen Holy Land and the Heavenly Immortal Holy Land saw the small book in his hand, their scalps were numb, and the corners of their mouths twitched wildly......

This Sendai Holy Son is obviously super strong, but he is overly cautious!!