The people did not know who was speaking, and they looked around, but there was not even a single figure. Suddenly, an old man popped out of the ground, and saw him with high silver hair, a ruddy complexion, bright eyes, a collapsed nose, thick lips, two dog oil beards curled upward, and a handful of silver hair hanging down on his chest. The old man looked to be in his eighties, dressed in a sky-blue embroidered crane brocade robe, with thin boots and a green dragon sword. Everyone didn't know when he stole the Qinglong Sword.

The old man jumped into the ring, walked up to Wu Fengying with a smile, squinted his eyes and said, "Little doll, you have such profound martial arts at a young age, it's really good!" Why don't you worship me as a teacher? ”

Wu Fengying said: "The good intentions of the old-timers and the younger generations have understood it, but I already have a master, so I can't worship you as a teacher anymore!" ”

The old man's face sank when he heard this, and he said, "What kind of bullshit are you?" I see that your little doll is so cute and wants to teach you kung fu, why bother with so much? ”

Wu Fengying pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Don't learn!" What is there to learn about your martial arts? ”

The old man crossed his waist with one hand and said, "Hehe, little baby, you don't have a small mouth!" Okay, I'll let you taste my old man's power today! Saying that, he floated around and raised his sword to force Wu Fengying's heart.

Wu Fengying stepped forward, returned her sword and attacked the old man's face. The old man raised his sword to greet him, and the two swords "clicked" in one place, and Wu Fengying's sword was cut into two pieces by the green dragon sword in the old man's hand. Wu Fengying's face changed greatly, pouting, thinking, this loss of face is a small matter, and his life is a big worry. But he thought about it again and said, "Old man, you are so shameless! ”

The old man was stunned and said, "How do you say this?" ”

Wu Fengying said: "You stole the Qinglong Sword to bully me with an ordinary inferior sword, what kind of hero is it?" You're not going to win! ”

The old man stretched out his hand and touched his eyebrows, and said, "Little doll, how can I convince you?" ”

Wu Fengying said: "Well...... Unless I use the Green Dragon Sword, you can still defeat me with other weapons! Otherwise......"

The old man knew that the young man was using the radical method, but he thought in his heart: "Anyway, this Qinglong Sword is just a broken copper and iron for me, so I will let this little baby lose convincingly." He laughed and said, "Cheng, take it!" As he spoke, he threw the Qinglong Sword, and Wu Fengying raised his arm to take it in his hand. The old man flew up to the treetops nearby, wrenched a branch with his hand, and split the branches and leaves with his palm, and it became a wooden stick three feet long and the thickness of his thumb, and floated down to the ring, saying, "Little doll, what shall I say if I defeat you with a stick?" ”

Wu Fengying said: "If you can defeat me, I will worship you as a teacher!" ”

The old man plucked his head and said, "Okay, a word is a certainty!" As he spoke, he rowed a stick and picked it up at Wu Fengying.

Wu Fengying swung his sword around and greeted him with a stick. The old man shrank his stick and looked at the opponent's feet to attack. Wu Fengying skillfully dodged with lotus steps, and then raised his sword to force the old man's heart. The old man shrank into the ground and disappeared, and suddenly came out from behind Wu Fengying, and said with a smile: "Hehe, I'm here!" Wu Fengying turned around and slashed with a sword, and the old man jumped into the air. And when they all looked up, they saw him. Suddenly, he attacked Wu Fengying's head from top to bottom. Wu Fengying jumped sideways, jumped with her sword, and made a move "Golden Rooster peck". The old man raised his stick to greet him, and hurriedly swirled around the stick to attack Wu Fengying's tiger's mouth. Wu Fengying hurriedly retracted his ape arm and changed from attack to defense.

Although the old man is over half a hundred years old, his body is very strong and fast. His flying skills are better than those of those twenty-four or five-year-old in their prime. He walks vigorously, runs like flying, and has strange spells.

But he saw the old man swinging his stick towards Wu Fengying, and suddenly rushed out of the stick to catch up with the thorns, slashing diagonally and vertically, and attacking left and right. This series of moves is fast and accurate, and those who are experts can see at a glance that this is a set of exquisite marksmanship. Wu Fengying also saw that this was a wonderful set of marksmanship, but she was forced by the old man to be in a hurry for a while, and she was in a mess.

Suddenly, I heard someone in the distance shouting with the skill of thousands of miles of sound transmission: "The old monster has to bully my disciple......

Everyone looked around, and at first glance there was no one, and when they looked again, they found a nun jumping down from the tree. This life's kind eyebrows and kind eyes, straight nose and square mouth, average figure, medium height, more than 50 years old, wearing a gray cloth hat, a gray monk's robe, a sword on his back, holding a dust, as soon as he fell to the ground, one palm folded, and said: "Amitabha! Don't come to Wuyang, old monster! ”

The old man returned the salute and said, "Hehe, I've seen it!" Ay? Why did Sister Jingyuan come to join in the fun? Come on, come on, come up and fight with me! ”

When the Wu sisters saw that their master was coming, they hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down and bowed, saying, "Master is above, and I will be worshiped by the apprentice!" ”

Master Jingyuan helped up the two beloved apprentices and said, "Child, you two don't have to be polite, you are already aware of your affairs as a teacher!" ”

When the two sisters heard Master's words, they were very sad.

Mrs. Jingyuan shook off the dust and said, "You two minions who don't know the height of the sky, you don't even know the old man Chang of Meishan, and you dare to do it with others!" Why don't you step down? ”

Wu Fengying and Wu Yueying didn't dare to say more, and retreated one after another.

Jingyuan Shitai greeted his friends from various sects, and said to Chang Feihong: "Chang Daxia is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, you want to compete with the poor nun to try martial arts, and the poor nun should accompany him." Shi Taifei was not an aggressive person, and he didn't want to compete with Chang Feihong, so he lied and said: "However, I have something important to do, and I can't fulfill you today." Then he returned to his seat.

Chang Feihong loves to study martial arts and spells, how can he let her return to his seat lightly? I saw Chang Feihong swinging a stick to fight for the heart of the Empress Dowager of Jingyuan, Jingyuan heard the wind and jumped over his head with a "harrier turning over", drawing his sword and stabbing him in the back of the heart. Chang Lao Wei flew up to the treetops, Jing Yuan also chased after him, the old monster flew to the roof again, and Jing Yuan followed. The two ran around in mid-air and fought for a while, Chang Lao Monster suddenly threw his stick and smashed it, Emei Lao Mu waved his sword to meet each other, and the two fought very fiercely. After dozens of moves, the two sides fought hard to palm, but they saw that the blue light was shining, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the tiles flew. After fighting for more than ten times, Emei's mother swung her sword and slashed indiscriminately, cutting the wooden stick in the opponent's hand into more than a dozen pieces. Although the old monster of Meishan has a stunt, he failed to protect the wooden stick in his hand.

The master has made a move, and every move and style must not be sloppy. It is also very important to choose weapons, otherwise the light ones will lose to the opponent, and the heavy ones will die at the hands of the opponents.

Chang Feihong saw that the wooden stick in his hand was destroyed, and he sat on the ground angrily, pouting and saying, "Don't play, don't play, it's not fun!" ”

The old mother of Emei fell to the ground and said, "Chang Lao Monster, do you still want to compete with the poor nun?" ”

The old monster waved his hand and said, "It's not comparable, it's not comparable." He lived like a child, making everyone there laugh.