Murong Bingyan's sudden appearance made the four members of the Youlong Sword Sect not embarrassed, but it was only embarrassing, because the Gusu Sword Sect had not yet been taken into their eyes, even if it was Murong Bingyan's future in-law, Longhu Mountain, it was just as famous as their master.

What's more, they are all eight-rank masters, and their cultivation is much higher than that of Murong Bingyan.

"Humph!" Murong Bingyan also knew that these four people were extremely difficult to mess with, so she snorted coldly, held back the anger in her heart, and got up and said to Fa Haidao, "Senior brother, let's go!" ”

"Good!" Fahai also felt that there was no need to be angry with these four disciples of the Dragon Sword Sect, but it was not a big deal to be gossiped and eat tofu behind his back.

Unexpectedly, Fahai and the others chose to tolerate it, but the four disciples of the Dragon Sword Sect were a little unrelenting.

The two of them didn't take two steps before they were forcibly stopped by the concave man's scabbard.

"Senior Sister Murong, don't be in a hurry to leave. We can meet on this western border, which can be regarded as meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land, come, sit together, and by the way, introduce this little lover behind you to our brothers and sisters......"

"Yes! No wonder you have been cold to our junior brother from the dragon, it turns out that you have a unique taste, like monks, giggle~"

"The young master of Longhu Mountain is pitiful enough, a green hat can fly from thousands of miles away, haha!"

"Senior brother, why don't we catch this little monk who seduces his wife back and send him to Longhu Mountain, I think when the time comes, Luo Fengwu's expression must be very exciting!"

Murong Bingyan was not good at talking, but at this time, she was extremely sneered at by the four of them, her silver teeth were clenched, and she almost oozed blood, but the faintly emanating spiritual pressure of heaven and man on the concave man's body suppressed her to death, and she couldn't even use the strength to open her mouth to refute.

Fahai watched coldly, his face was as usual, but his eyes almost narrowed into a slit, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper.

After reading through the Fahai of "The Boundless Notes", I have a certain understanding of the Dragon Sword School.

The Dragon Sword School, located in the Yunyan Peak of Tiger Hill Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River, is known as the first sword school in Wuzhong, and one of the nine major factions of the Daomen Dragon and Tiger Mountain, it is said that the master of the Youlong Sword Sect is like a cloud, and there are three thousand flying swords in the sword pool in the door, however, due to the uneven quality of the disciples, arrogant and domineering, the reputation of the Daozhì sect is extremely poor, although it ranks among the three grades, it has not been able to enter the sequence of the nine major sects of the Daomen.

It is precisely because of this that the Dragon Sword Sect has always regarded Longhu Mountain, which is listed in the same three grades but has entered the nine major sects of the Daomen, as a thorn in its side, and it is-for-tat everywhere, and it always wants to replace it.

Originally, Fahai felt that the well water of Dalin Temple and the Youlongjian Sect did not offend the river water, and he didn't need to offend the disciples of the Youlongjian Sect for a few words of dispute, but looking at the situation of the four of them, he was not prepared to let go of Murong Bingyan, the future daughter-in-law of Longhu Mountain, and by the way, even he himself was labeled as a big hat to seduce his wife.

"Amitabha. Everyone, let's stop in moderation! Do not take our tolerance of you as arrogant capital. Fahai finally couldn't help but speak, and stretched out his hand to block Murong Bingyan behind him.

"What did you say?"

When the concave man heard this, he immediately smiled, raised his head, and looked at Fahai coldly, as if the king was looking at the humble grass people.

As soon as the concave-faced man spoke, Fahai suddenly felt that a huge qi machine firmly locked on him, and waves of spiritual pressure came like a tide.

It is the Heavenly Power Spiritual Pressure of the Eight Rank Masters!

In other words, if you are a monk who is not strong-willed or has a slightly weaker cultivation, just in the face of this eight-rank heavenly power, you may have weak legs and kneel on the ground.

However, for Fahai, in the face of the spiritual pressure deliberately exuded by the concave man, it was like a breeze blowing on his face, and he was not affected at all.

"Huh? can withstand the Eight Grades of Heavenly Power, I underestimate you a little. ”

The concave man was also surprised in his heart, and he couldn't help but pay a little attention to Fahai, but the arrogance that the disciples of the Gate Sect had formed for a long time couldn't help him back down, holding the long sword in both hands, smiling coldly, and saying word by word, "Monk, are you going to be the enemy of our Dragon Sword Sect?" ”

When Fahai heard this, he immediately shook his head speechlessly, and even couldn't laugh or cry, what kind of robber logic is this?

Seeing that Fahai was silent, the concave-faced man thought that he was shocked by the name of the Youlong Sword Sect, and couldn't help but smile a little proudly, "Our Youlong Sword Sect is the Great Faction of the United States, and we have always been able to convince people with virtue, today you just need to kneel down and kowtow to us, and then hand over this girl to us to take away, today's matter, we should not have been born." ”

"How's that going to work? Senior brother, I see that this little monk has very hard bones, and his cultivation seems to be good, so it is better for me to accept him as a sword slave and bring him back to the sect for a good training. A woman behind the concave man spoke.

"Yes, being able to be the sword slave of our Youlong Sword Sect, and being blessed by the sect is a blessing that you have cultivated all your life, little monk, what are you hesitating about? Don't hurry up and kowtow to thank you. The handsome young man said impatiently.

"Kowtow to Shane? I said, "Senior brother, were you thrown ten times when you were born, but you only caught it nine times?" Fahai let out a long breath and suddenly asked.

"What?" The concave man was stunned.

Without waiting for the concave man to react, Fahai continued to himself, "Otherwise, how could your face become like this, and you would have fallen into a brain-dead body." ”

"Bold!! What did you say? The concave man and a man and two women behind him could barely believe their ears.

"I said you have an insole face, don't complain about stepping on it!"

After Fahai finished speaking, the momentum of his whole body rose, and the dense and substantial heavenly power spiritual pressure formed by the three hundred and sixty-five heavenly thunders suddenly spread, and the spiritual power surged in all directions, wave after wave, endlessly surging towards the four disciples of the Dragon Sword Sect in front of him.

It is also an eight-grade spiritual pressure, but it is displayed by Fahai, and compared with the concave man, it is simply a world of difference.

The four disciples of the Dragon Dragon Sword Sect were all stunned, and at such a moment, Fahai picked up his arms and slapped a big slap on the concave man's face, causing it to fly out upside down and knock over a table and chair.

Suddenly, the restaurant was full of chickens and dogs, people on their backs, and it became a pot of porridge.

Although the other three disciples of the Dragon Sword Sect were suppressed by Fahai, after all, they were all eight-rank cultivators, and when they saw that the concave man had suffered a big loss, his mana was fully opened in an instant, and he broke the shackles in one fell swoop, and then he pinched the trick and pointed at each other, and he wanted to release the sword and kill Fahai.

At this moment, he saw that Fahai had already taken Murong Bingyan out a few zhang away, his hands solemnly folded into one, his face became holy and solemn, his lips were slightly upturned, and he spit out the eight-character mantra word by word.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot...... Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot......"

The sound is loud, a distant, vast Sanskrit sound seems to come from the sky, ethereal and dusty, ethereal, although the sound is not loud, but in such a noisy environment it is clear to the ear, refreshing, making people feel very useful, as if it can wash away the sins of the soul and dissolve a delusion.

In an instant, the entire restaurant became clean, whether it was the guy running the hall, the shopkeeper who settled the accounts, the drinker who dined, or the murderous disciples of the Dragon Sword Sect, they were all fascinated by it, and even the fingers that were tricking luck were softly hanging to the side, and in their eyes, there was only an infinitely beautiful burst of Sanskrit sound.

Only the man with the deepest cultivation was still resistant to the sound of wisdom, while gathering mana to resist, and raised his hand to puncture his eardrum, but unfortunately it was like a spell in his body, his whole body was numb, his heart was about to move, and he couldn't raise the slightest strength, and his hands just raised to his ears and hung down weakly.

"Planted ......" The concave man felt a burst of despair in his heart.

If I had known that this little monk's cultivation was so profound......

If I had known that this little monk would be able to perform the Mahayana mantra......

If......

It's a pity that there is never an if in a master duel.

A smile flashed in Fahai's eyes, with his three thousand years of cultivation, he used the supreme Mahayana magic method of wisdom and eight sounds, and under the mental calculation and unintentional, it was too easy to deal with these monks who had cultivated for one or two hundred years.

Although he controlled the situation, Fahai did not stop, but gathered the mana of his whole body and waved the sound of washing the heart and the sound of scattering the heart in the eight tones of Huixin to the extreme.

Heart-washing sounds, amnestics;

The sound of distraction, the mood collapses.

"Put down the butcher knife...... Becoming a Buddha on the ground...... Put down the butcher knife...... Becoming a Buddha on the ......

The eight-character mantra containing three thousand years of mana is becoming more and more powerful, and in the end, the entire restaurant is like a thunderous rumble, deafening, not only the people of the Dragon Sword Sect gradually dissipated, their consciousness lost control, their eyes were wide open, and their saliva flowed, as if they were stupid, and the Sanskrit sound passed through the window outside the building, and countless passers-by heard it, and they all felt soft and numb, and they couldn't afford to fall to the ground.

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