The drums of war sounded, and Guan Zixuan ordered to Lei Hu: "Lei Hu, beat the strongest one first." Although Lei Hu couldn't speak, he could still understand what Guan Zixuan meant.

This is, Guan Zixuan, who was sitting on Lei Hu's body, suddenly felt that the "power" on Lei Hu's body was converging towards the tiger's head, and then looked at Lei Hu's hideous tiger mouth, which actually condensed a purple ball of light, and the electric snake kept swimming on the surface of the light ball, making a "sizzle-sizzle" sound from time to time.

The electric ball of light shot straight out towards the man with a tiger roar, and the man wanted to dodge in the face of this sudden and powerful electric ball, but the speed of the ball of light was too fast to dodge.

"Xuanguang Shield!" This move was the man's only life-saving move, pouring all his mystical power, and a huge shield emitting a dazzling golden light appeared in front of the man.

Just when the electric light ball collided with the giant shield, the Xuanli storm swept in, with bursts of energy fluctuations, causing great damage to the people around him, the man struggled to hold the giant shield, helplessly, Thunder Tiger cultivation was two levels higher than him, and the Broken Sky Thunder Cloud Tiger attribute belonged to gold, and he was good at electric spells.

The damage of this ball of lightning is undoubtedly enormous, "click-click." A crisp cracking sound sounded, and everyone understood that the man couldn't hold on, and a tiger roar came, bringing bursts of Xuanli coercion, and the man finally couldn't hold on, the giant shield shattered, and the man kept rolling backwards.

The people of the True Martial Sect and the Zhao family felt cold in their hearts at this time, their most powerful reliance was gone, what could they do, and these people had a retreat in their hearts.

Guan Tianzong and the others also noticed the abnormality here, and they already understood what was going on, and shouted excitedly: "Listen to the Zhao family and the children of the True Martial Sect, your strongest person has been injured by us and doesn't want to die quickly surrender!" ”

Just after saying this, a change occurred, and a bright spot suddenly appeared in the sky, and the bright spot became bigger and bigger, falling from the sky, and it was only when everyone overhead that they realized that this bright spot was a person!

The bright light is wrapped in a serene old monk, the wrinkles on the old monk's face are like ancient trenches, not only deep but also densely proof of the vicissitudes of the old man, the old man's cloud brocade robe on the shining light is very attractive.

"Amitabha, donors, I came from the Hanging Temple of Broken Blade Mountain, traveled to various cities, and today I was fortunate enough to come to Jiaozhi City to have a glimpse of the scenery, but I saw this scene, forgive the old monk for being nosy." The old man said modestly.

"It turned out to be a monk from the north who was hidden from the broken blade, and I am the patriarch of the Jiaozhi Chengguan clan who is in charge of Tianzhong, and I have seen a high monk." Guan Tianzong's tone is not respectful, but also has his own arrogance, and what he said is impossible to pick out.

"Stewards? Your ancestors were in charge of Guangdao? The old monk asked.

"He's my grandfather." Guan Tianzong replied without hesitation.

"Where are the Guangdao people?" The old monk asked anxiously.

"Grandpa has passed away, hey, grandpa's family business has been lost in my hands." Speaking of which, Guan Tianzong couldn't help but cry, the man didn't shed tears, but he didn't get to the sad place!

"Amitabha, the fate of the origin, the fate of the fate, speaking of which I am also your grandfather's generation, when I was friendly with Guangdao, he was a martial idiot like me, but the path he took was different and the ending was different!" The old man sighed.

At this time, the people of the Zhao family couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded: "Old man, get out of the way and don't get in the way!" ”

"Amitabha, this benefactor, doing good is a blessing, doing evil is a curse, today the poor monk I can save too many lives by quelling a war, so why not do it?" A strange rhetorical question, the old man's eyes flashed, and the Zhao family and the people of the True Martial Sect stood on end, and cold sweat flowed.

The old monk continued: "Tianzhong, I am friends with your grandfather, today his descendants have an accident, the poor monk can't stand idly by, the old man once again asks for forgiveness from the donors." Suddenly, the mysterious power in the old monk's body was released, and the strength and spiritual power impact made everyone on the enemy fall, although this coercion was not aimed at Lei Hu, but Lei Hu's eyes were full of fear, and he actually crawled without moving.

"This senior monk, this is completely some personal dispute between me and the Guan clan, please don't interfere with it." Zhao Yucheng was unwilling.

Without waiting for the old monk to answer, he only heard an abusive and immature voice and laughed: "Hehe, funny, personal grudges, do I have a grudge against you for generations?" You have repeatedly forced each other to cause this war, you keep saying that we have a personal dispute, funny, my clan is approachable to anyone in this Cochin City, and has no grudges with you, and you have caused this war in order to monopolize everything in Cochin City, at this time, you are even more brazen to ask others not to interfere, do you still want to have face?! ”

The words were shocking, a thirteen-year-old boy said these words, and it was also the waste Guan Zixuan of Jiaozhi City!

"Do you still want face?!" One sentence made Zhao Yucheng angry, drew his sword, and pointed the blade at Guan Zixuan, because the distance was not far, the speed of the old monk could not keep up.

"Hmph." With a cold snort, a rattan stick appeared out of thin air in Guan Zixuan's hand, and after seeing through it, Guan Zixuan could clearly see the fast sword blade, Guan Zixuan comprehended some skills in the preparatory style and began to fight back.

Overcoming rigidity with softness, Zhao Yucheng's sword seemed to be half a beat slower in Guan Zixuan's eyes, the tip of the stick was rounded, and the four or two dialed a thousand catties, overcoming rigidity with softness, this is the key, pushing away the tip of the sword, and smashing Huanglong with a stick, this pound, Guan Zixuan used all his strength to smash Zhao Yucheng's chest.

I only heard Zhao Yucheng snort and took a few steps back, obviously the strength of this stick had caused a lot of damage in his body.

The old monk was shocked by Guan Zixuan's actions, a thirteen-year-old boy, with the eyes of the old monk, must be able to see that Guan Zixuan had no mysterious power, and simply injured a third-order martial artist with the use of martial arts skills, how appalling it was.

The old monk walked towards Guan Zixuan, he noticed Lei Hu from the moment he came, and asked, "Amitabha, little donor, what is your name?" ”

"My name is Guan Zixuan, this is my mysterious beast." Guan Zixuan said without any waves on his face.

"You are also the person in charge of the clan, hahahaha, you are also his descendant, if he knows that there is such a descendant as you, he will die blindly, I want to accept you as a closed disciple, are you willing?" The old monk said excitedly.

This old monk's strength is extraordinary, and he should be regarded as the number one person, but he has never heard of this broken blade hanging in his own hands, but he must not miss such an opportunity.

"Of course the kid is willing, but I have to ask my father before I can decide, and ask the monk to forgive me." Be polite, don't forget your roots, and be calm, this is the evaluation of Guan Zixuan by everyone present, this child is only thirteen, he can do this, this is what many adults can't do, some people are very envious and jealous in their hearts, and some people bow their heads and think about all this.

"Well, yes, the little benefactor, the poor monk will go to your house to rest, and guide you by the way." The old monk said.

A war was quelled with the advent of a harmless old monk, and the Zhenwu faction, a big faction in the rivers and lakes that never suffered losses, is estimated to be rushing back to the gang quickly, and it is estimated that they are looking for some helper to seize this city.

In the Guan clan council hall, all the high-level officials of the Guan clan sat in it, and the upper seat was Guan Tianzong and the old monk, and Guan Zixuan was also honored to come to the council hall because of the invitation of the old monk.

"Senior, the kid is not yet twelve this year, is it too early to practice martial arts." Guan Tianzong spoke first.

"Amitabha, not early, not early, if you want to practice martial arts, just go to the ground, what I'm worried about is that going back to the Hanging Temple with me is a great test of the mind and body, unless you have a very persistent pursuit of martial arts or an eagerness to become stronger, otherwise ordinary people will not go to the deep mountains and old forests to practice." The old man said calmly.

"Old-timer, I'm both!" Without waiting for Guan Tianzong to answer, Guan Zixuan said firmly.

"Xuan'er, it's not that my father disapproves of you cultivating martial arts, but you're still too young, and I'm still a little relieved." Guan Tianzong's eyes at this time did not have the ruthlessness and fanaticism of the battle, but were full of fatherly love like a mountain.

"Hehe, Amitabha, Tianzhong, Zixuan, I don't know if you have heard such a sentence: wings, only by flying can you grow; Fist, only fighting can be strong; The heart has experienced a choice and forgotten its confusion. Do you know what I mean? The old monk said with a smile.

"Old-timers, I understand that it is difficult to become strong without going through training." Guan Zixuan replied calmly, I always feel that this line is very familiar? Guan Zixuan thought in his heart.

"You have a good heart, which makes me want to take you as an apprentice even more, Zixuan, what do you think?" The old monk asked.

"Of course I do, I only need to become stronger to protect my parents and younger brother and everyone in my clan!" Guan Zixuan said firmly, and a hint of relief flashed in Guan Tianzong's eyes.

"Amitabha, strength means responsibility and protection, everyone has their own responsibilities, everyone also has their own to protect, the poor monk admires you very much, since this is settled, we will rush back to the temple tomorrow, and then I will arrange you." The old monk said.

"Senior, I have something to ask for, I have a friend who is very talented and has started to cultivate martial arts, and I want to take him with me." Guan Zixuan begged.

"If it's a man, it's okay, it's not a woman, I have too few disciples in the Hanging Temple, it doesn't matter if I bring one more." The old monk said calmly.

"Thank you, senior, it's just, do you want to shave when you go to the Hanging Temple?" Guan Zixuan is still young, but he still minds the kind of thing that keeps his head bald.

"Amitabha, in the future, we will be commensurate with master and apprentice, the Hanging Temple does not need to be shaved, only in the Hanging Temple as an elder, presiding, or as a monk to enter, and at the same time cultivating the Buddha, we need to shave, okay, I am also tired, everyone disperses." The old monk's words ended the conversation.