Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, Qi Diao Jin and Master Nitoma dismantled each other more than 100 moves, Qi Diao Jin's body was light and smart, and Nitoma was victorious.

Luo Xiu yawned, looking a little impatient, and the sycophant little apprentice next to him hurriedly offered fragrant tea for Luo Xiu to relieve his fatigue.

After a long battle, the Xuannu faction gradually lost patience, but Master Nitoma was a high-ranking monk, and there was no anxious look on his face.

Luo Xiu knows that the master's moves are often not simple martial arts moves, but also concentration, endurance, and concentration, and these details are often the key to success or failure.

Master Nitoma has a deep knowledge of Buddhism, and it is common for him to sit and study bitter meditation all day long, and fighting with a little girl for a few hours is as simple as eating and drinking water for him.

However, the Xuannu School is different, the Xuannu disciples are proficient in music and rhythm, often accompanied by various musical instruments, and every time they finish practicing, they will get together to whimsical ideas and compose new songs, so the Xuannu disciples respect ingenious thinking variables, and the most taboo is self-contained and stubborn, which also leads to the poor patience of the Xuannu disciples.

As soon as the tug-of-war began, Master Nitoma was one step closer to victory, and the more the two were deadlocked, the better Master Nitoma's chances of winning.

It was precisely because Luo Xiu saw through this that he felt that this game had lost its suspense and became boring, he stretched, got up and said, "I'll go to the toilet first." ”

The little apprentice hurriedly got up and sent him off: "Go slowly, I wish you a successful toilet." ”

Luo Xiu almost didn't step on the air, turned around and glared at the little apprentice fiercely, and then slowly left the field.

When Luo Xiu came back, the competition was really over, Zen Master Nitoma stood proudly in the ring, and the Xuannu Sect Qi Diaojin left the scene gloomily.

Nitoma called back and forth three times, and no one was willing to fight under the ring, so the martial arts conference came to an end, and the Zen master of the Immeasurable Vajra Sect Nitoma won the crown.

Because the Infinite Vajra Sect does not belong to the martial arts sect, Nitoma's victory did not cause cheers on the scene, although Shaolin, Wudang, Emei and other famous and decent families put on a congratulatory look on the surface, in fact, they are resentful and resentful.

The Emei faction felt that Ling Yue Immortal Gu appeared too early, and her strength was exhausted by the wheel battle.

The Wudang faction thought that the heavens were jealous of the talents, so that the True Yang Immortal Monarch was suddenly assassinated, and if the True Yang Immortal Monarch was present, the Wudang Sect would definitely be able to win the leader.

As for the Shaolin school, the old monks have an Amitabha Buddha in one mouth, but only they know what the four words "Amitabha" mean.

But the rules are the rules, Luo Xiu naturally couldn't break his word, he stood up and smiled slightly at the Zen Master of the Infinite Vajra Sect Nitoma: "Zen master and fellow martial artists, please go to Xiaoyuan Mountain for dinner first, and after the meal, I will officially teach the hilt of the Fu Yu sword." ”

Zen Master Nitoma naturally did not question the integrity of the head of the Yuanshan faction, and immediately nodded and smiled: "Thank you Zhang." ”

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Banquet.

The various sects sang and danced in the living room of the Yuanshan faction.

Luo Xiu was not prepared to pass on the sword in front of his fellow Jianghu people, after all, the process of imparting Taiwu's identity was too hidden. Fellow people in the rivers and lakes thought that Taiwu was inherited from the Yuanshan faction seven years ago, but they didn't know that the real identity of Zhang Miao, the head of the Yuanshan faction, at this time was the descendant of Taiwu, and the predecessor Taiwu was dying, and the hilt of Fu Yu's sword could be passed on to the latter, so Luo Xiu wanted to pass on the sword, and Zhang Miao's body had to die.

"Master Nitoma, please go to the back hall to talk about it."

Nitoma was sitting at the banquet eating steamed buns, and a young apprentice of Yuanshan came over timidly and said.

Nitoma did not doubt him, and got up and walked to the back hall.

Passing through the Wonsan Sect Banquet Hall, it was a long, narrow and dark corridor, with the little apprentice leading the way in front and Master Nitoma following behind.

"Little donor, why didn't the head of the house upload the hilt of the Fuyu sword at the banquet, and had to bring this seat to the back hall? This inheritance of Taiwu's identity, is it still impossible to see people? ”

Nitoma asked, but the little apprentice didn't answer, and Nitoma was a little angry and asked again.

"Little donor, what about you, why did the head of your family ask me to go to the back hall?"

The little apprentice still didn't speak, but his steps were a little faster.

Master Nitoma couldn't help but get impatient, this little apprentice of the Yuanshan faction couldn't speak well, and he didn't answer any questions, and now he was walking faster and faster, and his appearance was really suspicious.

"Little donor, stop for this seat!"

Master Nitoma reached out to grab the little apprentice, but found that the little apprentice loach was running into the distance.

Only then did he look back at Master Nitoma, and a look of horror flashed in his dark eyes: "Master don't blame me, I'm also forced to be helpless!" ”

"What? What did you say? ”

Master Nitoma was stunned when he heard this, but he reacted in an instant.

"Not good!"

The master came back to his senses and hurriedly turned around and ran the "Supreme Yoga Method" to defend himself! It's a pity that he was still a step too slow, and he saw a bamboo leaf thin sword stabbing straight towards his eyebrows!

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Luo Xiu sat in the back hall, waiting for Master Nitoma to visit, although Master Nitoma was not the best furnace he had chosen, but the "Supreme Yoga Method" of the Immeasurable Vajra Sect was also considered to be the best among the internal strengths.

But after waiting for a long time, no one came, Luo Xiu vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he patrolled the surroundings with the realm of refinement.

At this moment, he sensed that there was a person rushing towards the back hall, this person was a powerful person, and he was definitely not a master of Nitoma.

In a few moments, the man was in the back hall, but instead of taking the right path, he went through the back window.

Luo Xiu smiled lightly and returned to his seat and sat quietly.

"Master Nitoma, you've already killed you?"

Luo Xiu asked softly, holding the teacup in his hand.

A young voice on the back window sneered: "Sure enough, he is the head of the house, and his senses are much sharper than that of the great monk." ”

"If nothing else, the Wudang Sect's True Yang Immortal Monarch was also killed by you." Luo Xiu smiled and asked, "It's just that this True Yang Immortal Monarch has come all the way, but he hasn't even stepped into the threshold of the Martial Arts Conference, it's a pity, kid, why did you kill the True Yang Immortal Monarch?" ”

"Try the sword!" The young voice said coldly, "Some people say that the True Yang Immortal Monarch's swordsmanship is invincible, I want to see how invincible he is, hehe, after I tried it, he is just a person who sells his reputation and reputation." ”

Luo Xiu nodded lightly: "I see." Then you killed Master Nitoma today for the hilt of this Fuyu sword? ”

Speaking of this, Luo Xiu raised the hilt of Fu Yu's sword in his hand.

"No, you're wrong. I killed Master Nitoma so that I could have a chance to be alone with you. The young voice sneered.

"Oh?" Luo Xiu was quite curious, and finally turned around.

He saw the young man, a young swordsman with a thin build.

Sharp eyes, sharp posture, sharp momentum, ordinary sword.

It was such a young swordsman who first killed the young hero of the Wudang faction, Zhenyang Xianjun, and then stabbed to death the leader of the martial arts conference, Master Nitoma.