The top of Huashan, above the ring.

A little monk stood in the ring with a curious expression.

Lying silkworm eyebrows, a pair of eyes as bright as stars, thin lips, a small face flushed, a gray monk's robe, carrying an old cloth bag on his shoulder, honest and lovely, and smart.

"Who's going to fight with me?" the little monk said crisply.

The little monk stood on top of the ring, looked around, and saw everyone looking at him in surprise, with puzzled faces.

"Thirteen! Come down!" the old abbot who sat on the left-hand side almost didn't squirt out the tea.

"Poof!" finally someone couldn't hold back the tea in their mouths.

"Uncle Shi, I have already broken through the Wudang Sword Formation, not to ......

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