The abbot was defeated, and this fact will undoubtedly become a black spot that Biyun Temple will never be able to erase.

Biyun Temple and Taipingguan have been secretly competing, comparing who is worthy of the name of the first major sect, and who is more skilled in martial arts.

The world's martial arts out of the Biyun this sentence, too big a tree, Taipingguan has always expressed dissatisfaction with this point of view, they think that the Taipingguan martial arts is really no less than Biyun Temple, so they have always wanted to prove.

And now that the Lord of the Taiping Temple has defeated the abbot head-on, he has proved this to the world, and the Taiping Temple is no less than the Biyun Temple.

The disciples of the Taiping Temple all felt exhaled and raised their eyebrows, beaming with pride.

And the defeat of the abbot is undoubtedly the heaviest blow to the people of Biyun Temple, which is a kind of destruction of faith.

Now, even if I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick and I have challenged the Taiping Viewer, no one thinks that I can win the Taiping Viewer, so I don't see the slightest ray of victory.

If you want to get back to the field, look up and down the Biyun Temple, almost no one can do it.

At this time, the Taiping Guan Guan is like a towering mountain that cannot be climbed, standing proudly there, proud of all the people of Biyun Temple.

Guan Weiqing was the first to be unhappy about my challenge, he jumped out on the spot, looked at me, and sneered: "Mo Xiaokun, just because you are not qualified to challenge my master, let me play with you." ”

In the last battle for the commander of the Shenwei Battalion, he lost unexplained, and he has always been ashamed, and he has always wanted to find a chance to wash away the shame of the day, so now he can't wait to jump out and prove himself.

I squinted at Guan Weiqing, smiled disdainfully, and said, "Your subordinates are defeated, what qualifications do you have to fight against me?" ”

"You!"

Hearing my words, Guan Weiqing's face turned blue with anger on the spot, and he shouted angrily.

I sneered, "What, are you not convinced?" Last time I was in the palace, there was no one to help me, we had a fair duel! ”

Guan Weiqing shouted: "I was negligent last time, and this time I will make you look good!" ”

I laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in losing my men." ”

Guan Weiqing saw that I refused to agree to compete with him, so he jumped out angrily on the spot, drew his sword out of the sheath, and said sharply: "I'm afraid I can't help you!" After saying that, he walked forward quickly, and suddenly stabbed me with a sword!

He didn't have much to say about this sword, and his purpose was not to hurt me, but to force me to fight.

I guessed his intentions, so I was not moved at all, and looked at Guan Weiqing lightly, waiting for his sword to stab.

Guan Weiqing saw that I didn't react at all, and his heart was ruthless, I still don't believe it, you Mo Xiaokun is really so bold! The sword in my hand quickened and stabbed straight into my brow.

"Uncle be careful!"

"Xiao Kun!"

Brother Yao and the disciples of Biyun Temple were worried that I would be injured, so they shouted one after another.

I still didn't move, looking at Guan Weiqing's sword with disdain.

His sword got closer and closer, and finally came to a halt at a distance of about a centimeter from the center of my eyebrows.

Guan Weiqing's goal is the next Guan Master, so he naturally doesn't want to hurt me in front of so many people when I refuse to fight back, because that would have a bad impression of his reputation.

I'm just sure of that, it's not false at all.

My fearless performance in the face of danger shocked many people at the scene.

Taking his life as a bet, he just bets that Guan Weiqing will not be stabbed, such courage and courage, looking at the whole audience, how many people can do it?

But I dare to do this, not because of anything else, because I am Mo Xiaokun!

Brother Yao and the others were relieved to see that I was not injured, and sighed incomparably.

Only then did the Lord of the Taiping Guan look at me differently, and said with a faint smile: "A little bold, no wonder you can make waves in Dayan." However, you are not my opponent yet, if you want to challenge me, you must first win a few of my unsuccessful disciples. ”

I looked at the Taiping Guan Guan and sneered: "Is the Guan Guan also afraid of one of my juniors?" ”

"Hahaha!"

When the Lord of the Taiping Temple heard my words, he burst out laughing, full of arrogance, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

After he finished laughing, he looked at me and said, "Mo Xiaokun, you are really crazy!" I'm going to be scared of you? Okay, don't blame me for not giving you a chance, you fight him again, if you can win him again, I'll have a fair fight with you! As he spoke, he pointed at Guan Weiqing.

The Taiping Guan Lord's eyesight is naturally extraordinary, and he can see that my strength is not Guan Weiqing's opponent, so he wants to give his disciple a chance to regain face.

Murong Hang sneered behind him: "Mo Xiaokun, you are not even afraid of the Lord, are you still afraid of a disciple of the Lord?" ”

Guan Weiqing is naturally not an unsuccessful disciple, on the contrary, he is relatively outstanding among the disciples under the main seat of the Taiping Guanguan, and the reason why I say this is to provoke me to duel with Guan Weiqing.

I just let out a bold statement completely out of a momentary mood, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger.

Guan Weiqing's strength is far superior to mine, and if I fight again, the other party will never be as careless as last time, give me a chance, so what awaits me will be a fiasco.

But in front of so many monks from Biyun Temple, I can't retreat.

After thinking about it, his heart was crossed, and he was about to agree to a showdown with Guan Weiqing.

Suddenly, an old voice swept in the air: "The martial arts of Taipingguan may not be invincible in the world, and the martial arts of Biyun Temple may not be so unbearable!" ”

The voice sounded like an old man's words, but it was full of energy, and the thousands of people in the square could hear it clearly, showing that although the person who spoke was old, his strength was definitely extraordinary.

The people at the scene were all shaken and whispered.

"Who's the one who spoke?"

"Could it be that there is still a hidden master in Biyun Temple?"

The Lord of the Taiping Guan Guan also felt the strength of the person who spoke, and couldn't help but regain his fighting spirit, and shouted: "What person, come out and meet!" ”

I wondered who would be the one to speak.

In the confusion of countless people, a person turned out from the corner of the hall of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a gray monk's robe, a rickety figure, holding a big broom, sweeping the floor and walking outside.

This old monk's face is withered, he is already in the last years of the wind and candle, and my stay in Biyun Temple is not short, but I have only seen it once.

Listening to the monks in the temple, he is a sweeping monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, no one knows his origin, no one knows his legal name, but there is a little peculiar, the abbot is so pretending to be a person, in front of him is also polite, obviously the old monk is extremely high.

Normally, no one would notice his existence, but they just thought it was an old man.

But at this time, his appearance made everyone feel that he was unusual.

Just ask the ordinary old monk, after seeing the situation at the scene, how can he still be so comfortable and calm?

The Taiping Guan Guan looked at the old monk and wondered, "Who is this master?" ”

The old monk swept the floor and said with a smile: "It's just a bald donkey sweeping the floor, and the master must not be called." ”

Hearing the old monk's words, Song Zixiong, the eldest disciple under the main seat of the Taiping Guanguan, was not happy on the spot, and pointed at the old monk and shouted: "Old monk, our master has a good talk with you, you answer honestly, and play less flowery!" ”

This Song Zixiong is the eldest disciple of the main seat of the Taiping Temple, and he usually presides over the daily affairs of the Taiping Temple, so he has a lot of authority in the Taiping Temple.

The Taiping Guan Guan raised his hand, motioned for Song Zixiong to step back, looked at the old monk, and said, "Did the master say what he said just now?" ”

The old monk was still concentrating on sweeping the floor, as if sweeping the floor was his duty, and he didn't care about anything else. ”

This was undoubtedly admitted, and there was a commotion at the scene.

The master of the Taiping Temple smiled and said, "Does the master disagree with the results of the competition just now?" ”

The old monk said: "Is it so important to win or lose? ”

But he looked at him left and right, and did not answer the words of the Taiping Guan Guan Lord.

The master of the Taiping Temple said: "If the master does not agree with this result, he can stand up and fight a fair duel with me, if I lose, he will immediately take people down the mountain, and then do not set foot in Biyun Temple for half a step." ”

When the old monk heard the words of the Taiping Guanguan, he finally stopped sweeping the floor, and looked at the Taiping Guanguan, as if he was a little moved by the proposal of the Taiping Guanguan.