The person who spoke before moved, and suddenly asked, "Brother Zhang, listening to your tone, it seems that you also want to go to Shaolin Temple to greet Miss Ren?" ”

The person surnamed Zhang nodded proudly and said, "Our Haihe Gang leader is thanks to the grace of the eldest lady, so that we can survive Duanyang every year." Our gang leader had already ordered three days ago, instructing the hall masters and helmsmen of each branch hall to meet at the main altar together, and then we should pack up and bring all the people and horses to the north to join the group of heroes. ”

The person before laughed and said, "Why didn't you say this earlier, such a martial arts event, how could my Lao Liu not go to join in the fun, Brother Zhang, when will you leave, remember to count me." ”

"Well said, well said"

Ling Jing listened to the words of these people, and the corners of his mouth suddenly outlined an interesting smile.

"What a beautiful misunderstanding, haha!" Although Ling Jing had already known some clues about this matter from Lianyi, he had understood it more clearly after listening to what Fang Cai and these people said.

It seems that these people who are on the side of the door and the left way think that the prisoner in the Shaolin Temple is Yingying, and with Yingying's prestige in the rivers and lakes, there will naturally be many leftist people who have responded and want to go to the Shaolin Temple to embarrass them.

"But why didn't Yingying come forward to explain?" He couldn't help but show a thoughtful expression on his face, this girl's xìng is actually a bit rude, seeing that so many people in the rivers and lakes are messing around in her name, does she not say anything at all?

Or maybe Miss Ren also wants to see the excitement?

"What a naughty little lady." Ling Jing couldn't help but smile, but he was really relieved in his heart, he thought that he was going to break into Shaolin alone this time, and he would be able to Shaolin Temple's world-famous seventy-two stunts for a while, but if there were people from all over the country who were messing around, he would be able to save a lot of trouble if he waited for the opportunity to act again.

The guests at the table next to him quickly left after eating and drinking, Ling Jing changed to a quiet corner, drank silently, and suddenly said to the system in his mind: "System, how to enter the training ground?" ”

Although he had already seen many flaws in the seventy-two ways of swordsmanship when he got the robe, everything had not been actually fought after all, and he still needed to verify it himself in order to completely break this way.

"The training ground is divided into four levels: beginner, intermediate, advanced and special, and the host can currently open the primary training ground. Ask, do you want to enter? ”

Ling Jing raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "What are the conditions for the opening of the primary training ground, and what level of opponent can be simulated?" He was a little skeptical, why did the thing "training ground" appear after he comprehended the artistic conception, did it have to be at the artistic conception level to open it?

"The primary training ground, the opening condition, the host comprehends the first artistic conception of any kind of martial arts, and can simulate the opponent whose artistic conception is below the sky."

"Is that really the case" Ling Jing pondered for a moment, and then said: "System, now enter the primary training ground, first simulate the cultivation of the "Evil Warding Sword Spectrum" of the grandmaster-level master, there is no need to comprehend the artistic conception. ”

As soon as the words fell, Ling Jing felt that his eyes suddenly darkened, and then a dazzling light came into his eyes.

Ling Jing was slightly uncomfortable, and it took a while to come back to his senses, open his eyes, and find himself standing in a quiet courtyard, surrounded by rockeries, flowers, and ponds, and at the east end is a quiet promenade, and a pavilion is located next to a small pond.

"This is the training ground?"

The place was so different from the training ground he had envisioned that even he was slightly puzzled.

At this moment, I saw a wave of light in a clearing two or three zhang away in front of me, and then a middle-aged man with a cold face suddenly appeared, wearing a big red robe, holding a sword in his right hand, and his two eyebrows seemed to be traced with an eyebrow pencil, which was extremely conspicuous.

"Are you here?"

Ling Jing looked at the cold middle-aged man, slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and swept his gaze slightly over his hand, but it was the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" that was also simulated into this training ground.

The middle-aged man was sèyīn sinking, and his whole body exuded a cold aura, and suddenly, if there was a flash of lightning in his eyes, he took a step forward, his body was like wind and electricity, and he rushed directly in front of Ling Jing.

"What a speed!"

Ling Jing's expression moved, although he knew that this "Evil Warding Sword Spectrum" was known for its quick changes and tricks, but he didn't want the footwork and body technique on it to be so fast.

The two met in the blink of an eye, and the corners of the cold middle-aged man's mouth outlined a sneer, and the long sword danced, obliquely upward, and the sword light drew an arc, because the speed of the sword was so fast, it was as if dozens of long swords were dancing at the same time.

"Good time!" Ling Jing didn't dodge or dodge, facing the opponent's long sword, his eyes froze, the long sword turned into a little cold, and quickly stabbed out to the left front.

"Khooth!"

In the end, the two long swords collided with each other, and they were deadlocked. The two of them were full of internal strength, and both long swords were slightly bent.

"This man's sword is weird." Ling Jing felt the strength coming from the sword, the opponent's internal force should be on par with his own, but with the benefit of the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword", there was no way to cut off the opponent's long sword, it seemed that the sword was also deliberately simulated by the system to compete with the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword".

"In this way, my only advantage now is the "artistic conception level" swordsmanship. ”

Ling Jing leaned over, and his long sword struck the opponent's sword spine.

The man made a mistake backwards, his body actually spun up, the long sword in his hand danced rapidly, and the sword qi was all over the place, and with Ling Jing's swordsmanship realm, he could only see a series of vague sword shadows.

"It's really a swordsmanship that's extremely fast!"

Ling Jing sneered and said in his heart: "Quick? Then we'll be faster than whom! The long sword shook, and then pounced, and the right hand was raised, and the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" was horizontal on the ground.

"Invisible Sword!"

The two approached quickly, and only a series of scattered sword lights were seen in the air, and the movements of the two were extremely fast, and between their breaths, they had already made several moves.

Ling Jing's eyes were firmly fixed on the opponent's long sword, relying on the magic of the "invisible sword", he just took a defensive position, and whenever the opponent made a sword, he could always cut off his sword path one step in advance.

The two figures kept speeding in the courtyard, Ling Jing never attacked, just observed the opponent's swordsmanship, and when the opponent finished using all the "Seventy-two Ways to Warse Off Evil Spirits", his eyes suddenly flashed, his body swept forward, and with a movement of his wrist, he silently cut the opponent's throat.

The cold middle-aged man's body stopped instantly, and then suddenly shook, turning into countless red points of light, annihilated in the air.

Ling Jing stood in place, his face showing contemplation.

"The seventy-two ways of warding off evil swordsmanship, if it really has its uniqueness, if I haven't comprehended the artistic conception level swordsmanship, I'm afraid I really can't kill him."

He recalled in his heart the sword moves made by the cold middle-aged man, whether it was the angle or speed of the opponent's shot, it was extremely weird, it was obviously a long sword one inch wide, but when the other party made a move, it looked like a thin sword, so fast that people could only see countless silver threads.

In the first battle, he had already confirmed the flaws in the seventy-two swordsmanship one by one, in addition to the flaws that he had figured out at the beginning, he had found a lot of loopholes in the swordsmanship, if Yue Buqun only had this level, it would be enough to take his life within ten moves.

"If you have time, try the "evil sword technique" of the artistic conception of the sky. ”

Ling Jing closed his eyes and withdrew from the training ground.

In the inn, Ling Jing's eyes moved slightly, and he had already returned to reality, and the few side dishes on the table were already cold, obviously he had not been in the training ground for a short time.

For Yue Buqun, a dangerous hypocrite, in fact, Ling Jing has always despised him, but he has never taken him seriously. Even if this person has cultivated the peerless level "Zixia Divine Skill", it seems that he has never stepped into the grandmaster level in his life, and the artistic conception level is even more fantastical.

It can be seen that Yue Buqun's talent for internal force cultivation is actually not much stronger than ordinary people, but he can create superior sword moves such as "Taiyue Sanqing Peak", which shows that this person still has a high understanding of swordsmanship.

"Yue Buqun, even if you get the 'Evil Warding Sword Spectrum', do you think you can practice any peerless magic skills? Haha, ridiculous! Ling Jing's eyes were a little cold, and he suddenly slowly took out something from his arms, which was a dark red rag.

He looked at this broken step, smiled coldly, and said in his heart: "Without this part, I see what kind of fame you can practice!" ”

The reason why Ling Jing dared to hand over the "Sword Spectrum to Ward Off Evil Spirits" was naturally to let Ning Zhong Ze see the true face of Yue Buqun as soon as possible, but for Yue Buqun, a dangerous villain, how could he not have left a hand, without the fragment of the robe in his hand, even if Yue Buqun practiced to death, it could only be a crippled "Sword Technique to Ward Off Evil Spirits".

A few hours later, it was getting late, Ling Jing settled the wine money, went back to the room to rest, and stayed until the moon was in the middle of the sky, but suddenly saw a figure flying out of the inn.

Ling Jing jumped into a dark alley, identified the direction, and galloped towards the "Fuwei Dart Bureau".

After about a cup of tea, Ling Jing came to the outside of the "Fuwei Dart Bureau", it was already midnight, and the houses outside the dart game were already pitch black, and there was no candle flame at all.

Ling Jing jumped and fell into the courtyard wall, closing his eyes slightly, letting the system scan the surroundings.

He walked slowly across the stone path in the front yard, and when he reached the hall of the front yard, he jumped lightly, stepped on the roof, connected the dots under his feet, and galloped past the first row of roofs, and soon reached a wing house in the back yard. (To be continued.) )