Zhanzhao's newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, even if he saw Song Mingjing's amazing skills, but he was not afraid.

"Zhanzhao!" Jiexian pressed Zhanzhao's shoulder, glanced at Song Mingjing deeply, and said in a low voice: "He is already merciful to his subordinates." ”

Jiexian couldn't feel the depth of the other party's martial arts, but he could still feel that there was no murderous aura in the previous sword, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out so easily.

Then Jiexian said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is also coming to the Great Sun Rulai Mantra, with your martial arts, why do you want to stare at such mundane things?" ”

Song Mingjing flicked the long sword in his palm, and the sword body suddenly cleared up, like a dragon chanting and a phoenix, and he smiled: "I don't care about the curse of the Great Ri Rulai, I am only here to repent the master's empty palm for a while." ”

Jiexian was silent, quickly folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows and said: "Master is old, these years of dedication to Buddhism, has already let go of the heart of fighting, if you want to see the martial arts of Xiangguo Temple, the little monk is willing to do it for you." ”

Song Mingjing smiled dumbly, then shook his head and said: "You think too much, I came here to discuss martial arts, if it is not to kill, why should you worry about the sky?" ”

He glanced at Jiexian meaningfully, and said lightly: "Although you are a monk with high talent, your mind is too heavy and miscellaneous, even if it is a piece of jade, mixed with too many impurities, it is just a piece of waste!" If you don't wake up early, the end of martial arts and Buddhism will be nothing but a vain. ”

Jiexian was shocked, and in front of the other party's quiet eyes, there was a terrible feeling of being seen through everything.

"Stand down!"

Song Mingjing waved the sleeves of his robe and looked behind Jiexian, and a slightly old voice came from that direction: "Jiexian, thank you for the teachings of the layman." ”

I saw a gray-haired, benevolent eyebrows, and a yellow-robed old monk about seventy years old with his palms folded, coming out of the crowd, and slowly pacing from the sidelines.

"Abbot!"

"Master!"

The monks saluted respectfully and turned sideways to make way of a passage.

This old monk is the presiding officer of Xiangguo Temple, he slowly arrived closer, and saluted Song Mingjing: "Amitabha, repentance is polite." ”

"The great monk doesn't have to be polite, you are so polite, I am embarrassed to make a move." Song Mingjing smiled.

Yan Repentance's gaze swept over the long sword in Song Mingjing's palm, and he naturally recognized that this was the sword of his old rival Long Qianshan, and he unconsciously recalled the thrilling duel nine years ago.

Long Qianshan forced the big day to curse if he couldn't succeed, he made a brutal move, and he had no choice but to fight, and the two sides fought for a day and night, and he caught the flaw between Long Qianshan, and won the battle with one blow, laying the victory.

Although it was won, it was not easy.

Thinking of this, Yan Cheng sighed: "If a layman can think like this, it would really be great, Buddhism is good, fighting and killing is a loss of cultivation after all." ”

Song Mingjing said indifferently: "The master cultivates Buddhism, I practice martial arts, Buddhism is the Tao, and martial arts is also the Tao. ”

Yan repented and looked at Song Mingjing, shook his head and said: "The layman has achieved the 'sword qi' mastery, and the mastery of martial arts can be said to be the only one in the life of the old monk, how can the old monk dare to compete with the 'sword qi' with this little bit of kung fu?" If the layman wants to benefit from it, it will be in vain. ”

Zhan Zhao on the side heard the words of repentance and self-confession, and his face was a little depressed, but when he remembered the sword aura of Song Mingjing before, it was simply a devastating defeat of the six masters such as Jiexian and the Five Monks of Western Xia, and he began to worry about his master again.

"Learning from the strengths of others, it is a little bit to gain a little, and I am not too little."

Song Mingjing was unmoved.

He has a very clear positioning for himself, from the very beginning of the ability to add points, King Kong is not bad magic skills to obtain the Seven Killings True Scripture and the Red Sky Absolute Hand, although his ability to obtain this body can be regarded as having experienced some twists and turns, it is still too easy compared to ordinary martial artists.

Just like a broken household suddenly becomes rich, there is a lack of a smelting process, even if you have 'Wanguan family wealth', you don't know how to use it correctly.

There are two ways to get rid of this 'nouveau riche' identity, either use time to grind, digest slowly, and finally integrate and completely control your cultivation.

But Song Mingjing didn't want to use this method, which would consume a lot of time.

The second is to nourish the war with war, constantly seeking to confront the masters, polishing their own impurities in the battle, and removing the chaff.

Song Mingjing chose the latter.

Seeing that he couldn't change the other party's attitude, Yan regretted and sighed lightly: "Okay, so please ask the layman for advice!" ”

"Please!" Song Mingjing stood with his sword in his hand.

Yan Repentance clasped his palms together, and the light suddenly flickered in his cloudy eyes, and the sleeves of his robe swelled like inflatable balls.

Seeing that a showdown of top masters was about to be staged, everyone on the martial arts arena held their breath and was silent.

Phantom Sea, Yinguang and other Western Xia monks were defeated by Song Mingjing's sword, and their faces were gone, and they already had the idea of slipping away in their hearts, but now seeing this scene, several people exchanged glances with each other, and silently retreated to the side to watch the battle.

Except for the unconscious Yinsong, the four monks all had flashing eyes, only hoping that Song Mingjing and Yan Confession would be defeated, and not only would they have the opportunity to avenge the sword, but the Great Day Rulai Curse would not have a chance to succeed!

"Wait!"

Just as the atmosphere was tense, a loud shout was heard.

Everyone turned their attention to Zhanzhao.

Zhan Zhao's face turned red, looked at Song Mingjing, and said, "You are holding a sword and competing with my master with your bare hands, is this ...... It's not fair! ”

Song Mingjing smiled and said, "What do you think is fair about the little milk cat?" Why don't you go and get a weapon for your master now?! ”

"My master is good at palm technique, you rely on the advantage of the blade, even if you win by luck, then there is nothing to be proud of, unless...... Unless you also abandon weapons and only compete with fists and feet, can you teach people to be convinced. Zhan Zhao argued, but there was a lack of confidence in his voice.

Song Mingjing said with a smile: "Master, your little apprentice is sincere to you and cares about you very much. ”

Regarding Zhan Zhao's thoughts, Song Mingjing's insight was nothing more than that he felt that without the long sword in his hand, he would not be able to exert his 'sword qi', and he would be less of the biggest threat to Yan Confession.

It's just that Zhanzhao is an upright young man after all, with a thin skin, if he wasn't really worried about his master, he wouldn't be able to say anything to make people abandon his sword and not use it.

What's more, although Yan Cheng is famous for his martial arts, he is also proficient in all kinds of stunts in Xiangguo Temple, and he can use all kinds of swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and his swordsmanship may not be weaker than his palm.

Yan repented and glanced at Zhan Zhao lovingly, waved his hand and smiled: "Zhan Zhao, don't say more!" ”

He said to Song Mingjing: "What if a monk loses and wins? My apprentice's heart for victory and defeat is too heavy, but it makes the layman laugh. ”

"If the young man is not high-spirited and competes to win, then what kind of teenager is he?"

Song Mingjing waved his backhand, and the long sword in his hand jumped down like a sharp arrow, and with a "poof", it sank into the stone slab under his feet, and there was no hilt of the sword.

"But with his heart of respecting the teacher, I will fulfill him! Master, take the punch! ”

Before he could say a word, the five fingers of Song Mingjing's right hand suddenly tightened, as if enveloping all the airflow within a few feet around him, making a "snort" whistling sound, and slammed out.

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