According to Li Mengzhou's speculation, it is basically a conclusion about Jing Sansan's strength, although sword cultivation occupies a great advantage in the same realm, but Jing Sansan is obviously a guy who does not play cards according to common sense, so it is a little difficult.

It stands to reason that the battle between the great monks in the threshold of the four realms has abandoned the kind of bells and whistles of fighting, and the winner can be divided in a single thought, and the mountains and rivers collapse when the powerful monk waves his hand, if you punch me and kick me, it will be too ridiculous.

But Jing Sansan likes real battles, the purpose is to fight freely, of course, it is the most refreshing to punch to the flesh.

As a result, the difficulty of the battle action between the two is high, and it is purely won by strength, and the skills and means in the process are only auxiliary at the moment of power bursting.

The way of fighting is just a choice, as long as you can distinguish the winner from the loser, it doesn't matter how you fight.

Then there was a thud and thump in the streets.

Between the fists and swords, they collided violently.

Sect Master Huang smacked his tongue and said, "Except for the suffocating air current, the battle paintings of their cultivators seem to be no different from those of the Jianghu martial arts, that young man is really the seventh gentleman of the Sword Academy of the Imperial Palace?"

In the minds of many people in the rivers and lakes, of course, cultivators should be the existence of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, ascending to the heavens and entering the earth, and when fighting, it is normal for everything within a radius to be destroyed, and the battle in front of them, although it is indeed a bit exaggerated, is still different from their thoughts.

Sect Master Mao's insight was relatively strong, and he said with a serious expression: "Every sword they slashed, every sword, was enough to destroy this street, but they didn't do it, if the cultivators can't quickly distinguish the winner from the loser, it just proves that their strength is equal." ”

Sect Master Mao had never seen a real cultivator, and all he had seen were those minor cultivators of the Second and Third Realms, so he naturally didn't know how a cultivator should fight, but he could understand that the battle between Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan was by no means just like that.

Sect Master Huang's eyes lit up and said, "In this way, if they continue to fight like this, they will inevitably lose both, what about the cultivators, and what about the Seven Gentlemen of the Leaving Palace Sword Academy? ”

Grandmaster Ouyang, who had been fainting for a long time, was also awakened by the sound of the battle between Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan at this time, he leaned against the door wall of a certain shop next to the street a little depressed, witnessing the battle, and said in a low voice: "I have lost the face of the Grandmaster Alliance. ”

Sect Master Mao and Sect Master Huang looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression.

The three grandmasters in the Grandmaster Alliance came to Baihong Town in person, thinking that it would be easy to bring Zhao Sandao and the knife back, but they didn't expect that there were cultivators who also wanted to get the knife, and what they didn't expect was that the knife actually already had a master, and its owner was still Mr. Seven from the Palace Sword Academy.

No matter how transcendent the status of the Grandmaster Alliance is in the rivers and lakes, it can't fight the cultivators, even if it spreads out, it is actually not a shame, but the level in Grandmaster Ouyang's heart can't be passed after all.

Sect Master Mao and Sect Master Huang didn't know how to comfort him.

Sect Master Huang told Grandmaster Ouyang all the thoughts just now, although Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan were both defeated, it was just their expectation, to be precise, to try their luck, but after all, they could still have some thoughts, otherwise they rushed to Baihong Town all the way, and the apprentice was beaten up, and Grandmaster Ouyang was also beaten, and then watched a scene, and then went back obediently, which is really a shameful thing.

Sect Master Mao didn't have so many ideas, but he was also in the mood to get the knife in his hands as much as possible, but this was just an idea in his heart, but Sect Master Huang was obviously very serious about this matter, as if Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan would definitely lose both.

It was a long battle.

Jing Sansan's interest was still high, but Li Mengzhou gradually didn't want to play anymore.

He had almost figured out the specific strength of Jing Sansan.

So far, he has never seen the old man in the green robe appear, and Li Mengzhou is quite worried in his heart.

He blocked the knife from Jing Sansan with a sword, and in an instant, he got close, and the third sword of the "Leaving the Sword Sutra", the three-foot autumn water, had already slashed towards Jing Sansan.

At this moment, an old man in a green robe suddenly appeared out of nowhere, he swung his knife to intercept him in the middle, but Li Mengzhou did not retract his strength, but instead urged Qi Hai Lingyuan to exert the sword of the three-foot autumn water to the extreme.

There was a trace of solemnity in the eyes of the old man in the green robe, and he pushed Jing Sansan away and took Li Mengzhou's sword head-on.

There was a muffled thud on the ground.

Bigger winds and waves swept out.

Sword intent raged.

Those Jianghu swordsmen screamed and spurted blood and retreated, and fled in terror.

Sect Master Mao and Sect Master Huang also seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and each of them snorted, grabbing the hands of Grandmaster Ouyang and those young people without thinking, and fled as fast as they could.

Sect Master Huang's expression was shocked.

The so-called idea of expecting Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan to lose both collapsed at this moment, and he really understood the strength of the cultivator, compared to the cultivator, he was like an ant on the ground, fragile and vulnerable.

He was delusional about snatching the sword from the cultivator's face, and he was frightened by his previous thoughts.

The blue-robed old man who suddenly appeared was obviously a stronger existence.

This is no longer a yellow finch, but a predatory eagle.

......

Compared to the battle between Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan, since the appearance of the old man in the green robe, the new battle ended in the simplest and fastest.

The three-foot autumn water at close range is a sword move that can inevitably kill the opponent, but if the opponent is too strong, this sword will not play a role.

Li Mengzhou's hand holding the sword was a little numb.

He looked at the old man in the green robe with a solemn expression.

The old man in the green robe took the sword in a hurry, but he still easily dissolved the three-foot autumn water.

Li Mengzhou understood that his previous jealousy was not wrong, and even the strength of the old man in the green robe was a little beyond his expectations.

The old man in the green robe put the knife back into the sheath, reflexively glared at Jing Sansan, and said with hatred that iron is not steel: "You will make trouble for me! Say how many times you don't listen! It doesn't matter if you are killed, don't you have to find someone to avenge the teacher, how troublesome it is!"

Jing Sansan pouted very aggrievedly, and muttered softly: "The old thing is really not a thing, why are you afraid of bothering you to accept apprentices?

This is the second time that the old man in the green robe has stopped him from fighting with others in Baihong Town, and Jing Sansan is very unhappy at this time.

But his muttering voice was a little louder, and the old man in the green robe was immediately so angry that he blew his beard and glared, rushed up with an arrow, and pressed Jing Sansan is fat beating, and scolded and scolded while beating his mouth.

Jing Sansan lay on the ground and squeaked and screamed, but he didn't accept it, but scolded back, and the result was naturally that he was beaten more severely by the old man in the green robe.

Li Mengzhou was dumbfounded.

This pair of strange masters and apprentices really made him a little speechless.

He was stunned and watched as the old man in the green robe beat Jing Sansan's feet painfully for half an hour.

It wasn't until Jing Sansan finally relented and begged for mercy that the old man in the green robe scolded and withdrew his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead under some exercise, seemed to be a little puzzled, and kicked Jing Sansan's ass again.

And Jing Sansan's temper came up again, jumped up directly from the ground, pointed at the nose of the old man in the green robe and shouted: "I've already softened, why are you still kicking me! Is there any credibility between people! Begging for mercy, you still fight!"

The old man in the green robe suddenly realized that he had kicked him excessively, making the apprentice who had just softened unconvinced.

He immediately rolled up his sleeves viciously.

Jing Sansan was stunned again in an instant, and said with a smile: "Come on, the old guy must be tired too, so let's do it, you just think I'm farting just now, don't mind!"

The old man in the green robe showed a teachable look.

Jing Sansan turned his head and muttered to himself again, obviously not a good word, but he finally learned a little smarter, and he didn't mutter too loudly.

But obviously, no matter how small the voice he muttered, as long as there was a sound, the old man in the green robe could hear it, but the old man in the green robe pretended not to hear it.

The old man in the green robe seemed to finally realize that there were still outsiders present, and he said to Li Mengzhou with a smile: "Laugh, this bad guy can't be successful if he doesn't fight." ”

Li Mengzhou didn't know what he should say.

He touched his nose and said with a wry smile: "Yes, yes, Yan Shi is a high apprentice." ”

The old man in the green robe said very happily: "Mr. Seven's concept coincides with the old man, and he should be a confidant in the world!"

In fact, the old man in the green robe scolded Jing Sansan in his heart again.

First offended Xie Chunfeng, the chief disciple of the Buluo Mountain Gate, and now he offended Mr. Seven of the Sword Academy of the Imperial Palace, if you say that you will cause trouble, you will cause trouble, but you will specifically provoke people who cannot be provoked.

The teacher hurriedly wiped your buttocks, I'm afraid that the paper will be torn.

The point is, sometimes you can't even find the paper.

And in Baihong Town, Li Jing Sansan got into two troubles, both of which belonged to the kind that couldn't find paper.

The old man in the green robe was a little distressed, and his face was blue.

Li Mengzhou looked at the old man in the green robe with a variety of colored expressions very strangely, and he didn't know what the other party was thinking, otherwise he would be disgusted by that kind of analogy.

And doesn't this metaphor also liken trouble to something like that in a hut?

And what is Li Mengzhou who is in trouble as a troublemaker?

Fortunately, he didn't know what the old man in the green robe was thinking, otherwise he would definitely not care how strong the old man in the green robe was, and he would have killed him desperately.

At this time, Li Mengzhou looked back at the knife in the stone pier, and said in a somewhat gloomy voice: "The seniors also want to grab the knife?"

The old man in the green robe has actually been watching in the dark, although he didn't understand whether this knife was Li Mengzhou's or not, but since it was Zhao Sandao who said it himself, I'm afraid he couldn't fake it, otherwise it was Li Mengzhou who threatened Zhao Sandao, so he had to say so.

But no matter what, it was obvious that the purpose of Mr. Seven of the Palace Sword Academy was the knife, which made the old man in the green robe very difficult.