Natural evolution, natural selection, the law of the jungle.

The Taoist monks taught the law of nature, and comprehended the spells and truths from all things in nature, and they were gradually affected by nature, and they were contaminated with a little habit of eating the jungle.

Therefore, among the three gates, the Daomen is the one that sets the ring to decide the winner and holds the sect competition most frequently.

Of course, there is also the intention of concentrating the contradictions in the ring.

People are not sages, contradictions often arise, and it is better to be sparse than blocked.

After the contradictions are estranged, it is conducive to maintaining a normal heart, which is naturally of great benefit to understanding.

......

Therefore, Taoist monks usually behave very professionally in situations where someone fights alone.

In less than half a cup of tea, they had cleared up a large field outside the town and laid an enchantment to prevent the power of the spell from spreading!

"It's still a fight. ”

Shui Yunzi mixed in the group of monks, and felt very tired.

It was not only the monks of the Xuanji Sect who gathered, but also the monks of the other two sects nearby who heard the noise, especially the Qingyun Sect, which was particularly numerous, after all, the side of the competition was their second senior brother!

In the generation of Qingyun Sect, the Confucian Sword scholar is the second, and there is also a senior brother in the sect who is practicing in retreat.

As for the other side of the competition, the pink and tender little bald head, no one knows its origin!

Many people asked the monk of Yunya Temple who the little bald head was, but no one could answer when the monk Jipo was not there.

This is thanks to Master Pushan's cover, Luo Wen's heroic deeds have not been exposed.

However, after the monk Jipo heard the news, he was hurrying over!

"Accelerate, accelerate, gotta hurry!"

He was very anxious in his heart, for fear that Rowan would not be careful...... Beat that sword to death!

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In the fight.

The Confucian Sword Scholar pointed at the sword obliquely, with a grim face: "I, Confucian Sword, Qingyun Sect." ”

"Self-report? This is a necessary procedure before the fight. ”

Thinking like this, Rowan also put on a posture and said in a milky voice: "I, Simon blows the wind, Holy Gate!"

Recently, I have always been asked about the sect, and I am really annoyed.

Luo Wen, who had already made up his mind to set up his own portal, temporarily decided to create his own sect!

As for the name of the sect, there is nothing to choose, just one "holy" word is enough.

But as soon as the name of this sect was reported, he keenly noticed that the face of the Confucian Sword scholar on the opposite side had obviously changed, and not only the Confucian Sword Scholar, but even the surrounding onlookers and monks also had a sudden change in expression, and they seemed to be extremely sensitive to the word "Holy Gate" for him?

"Damn, did you crash?"

Luo Wen's mind was smart, and he immediately guessed the reason, so he raised his head, made a cute expression, and asked in a milky voice: "This name is what I just thought, has it been used by someone?"

The surrounding monks all breathed a sigh of relief, and their gaze at Rowan softened again.

"It's great that their minds are so simple!"

Rowan quietly touched the sweat in his heart.

The Confucian Sword scholar on the other side sneered: "Child, remember, the Holy Gate is the Demon Gate, don't make a mistake! The monks outside are not as easy to talk as we are." ”

"It turns out that the Holy Gate is really a Demon Gate, for the sake of your explanation for me, when I hit you in the face later, I will hit you a little lighter. ”

Rowan then asked, "Is there anyone else using the Holy Sect?"

All the monks looked at each other, and they didn't know why this little bald head insisted on using the word "holy" as the name of the sect...... No, the real question is, why did he choose his name on the spot?

If there is no sect, self-report and dissipate!

How can the name of the sect be made up indiscriminately?

This kind of operation is really not rational.

But when the monks were surprised by this, Mr. Rujian, who suddenly became warm-hearted, said: "Because of the existence of the Holy Gate, the ancient monks would avoid using the word 'Sheng' alone when founding the sect, so the Holy Sect, the Holy Temple, the Holy Building, and the Holy Pavilion ...... and other names are not used by the sect. But if you force the name 'Holy Sect', you have to be careful when walking at night!"

"Thanks for the reminder! Then I'll call the house again. ”

Thank you when you should thank you, and hit your face when you should slap your face, at most lightly.

Luo Wen clenched his fists fiercely: "I, Ximen blows the wind, Holy Sect!"

The next moment when they reported to each other's homes, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became fierce, and the hot wind of the summer night suddenly blew, and the surroundings instantly quieted down.

The Confucian Sword scholar suddenly groaned: "Junior, you first!"

In his opinion, Luo Wen has just entered the Dharma realm, and he looks young, so he is naturally a junior.

Luo Wen didn't push back, the mana of Buddhism flowed, and he performed the "Open Blade Technique" on the spot, opening his right palm, and then spit out the qi waves, and the knife qi shot out, and suddenly turned into a long knife!

It was the first time he had fought a monk, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Look!"

He raised his hand violently, and the sword qi soared into the sky, rising more and more, piercing the sky.

After a while, the sword qi was as thick as a dragon pillar, and he stood there, as if his whole person had turned into a part of the knife, and a powerful and domineering momentum suddenly expanded!

Even the monks who were standing outside the barrier felt the tremendous pressure that oppressed people's nerves!

If the quality is not good, the quantity will be supplemented.

If the knife is not sharp, it will be filled with force!

Luo Wen's sword qi was born from the mad knife Song San, but it was many times more fierce than the mad knife Song San!

The Confucian Sword scholar standing in front of him suddenly felt the pressure on him, and he no longer dared to despise this little bald head with amazing brute strength!

However, the monks of Yunya Temple all looked weird, and they saw that the mana running on the body of this little bald head was the mana of the "Puzhao Sutra"!

"Puzhao Sutra" is a well-known water mill exercise, how can it be practiced by a child?

And that mana is too strong, right?

Even if you start practicing from your mother's womb, you can't have this level!

Unless his six-year-old appearance is just a skin appearance!

......

Under the gaze of all kinds of eyes, Luo Wen snorted softly, aimed at the Confucian sword with his right arm, and slashed down suddenly!

He doesn't know any subtle knife techniques, but he doesn't know how to split Huashan by himself.

"Boom!"

The exaggerated sword qi smashed down like a mountain falling, making a dull and solid loud sound.

Starting from the place where the abbot Xu Xu in front of Luo Wen's toes was the starting point, the earth cracked an extremely terrifying ravine!

But in the dust, there was no Confucian sword.

Luo Wen squinted his eyes, the sword qi in his hand condensed but did not disperse, and then half of his body rotated, dragging the heavy sword qi like a mountain, and in the counterclockwise direction, he suddenly swung a sweep, like sweeping thousands of troops!

He didn't care what spell the Confucian Sword Scholar used, where he dodged, it was a sweep in a circle, and there was no leakage at all at three hundred and sixty degrees!

"Bang!"

A muffled sound, a muffled snort, a fly ...... No, a figure will be blown away in an instant!

The Confucian Sword Scholar stopped in the air and appeared on the spot, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes rose with anger.

He looked at the top of Luo Wen's slippery head, as if he was looking at Jipo, and instantly recalled the scene when he was beaten into a dog by Jipo monk three years ago!

"Jipo!"

He roared in a low voice, his mana surging all over his body, and the blue light of the long sword in his hand flashed, and he had already swooped down like a goshawk.

[PS: One hundred chapters, a milestone, just one hundred chapters of the founding of the sect, don't you come to a few recommended votes to celebrate?(づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭?~]