"Breeze, remember not to hurt the guests." The old Taoist priest didn't seem to be worried at all that the middle-aged Taoist priest would not be able to beat the other side, but patiently advised.

"Senior, today this palace is fortunate to see the mastery of Qingcheng Mountain, but just let this Taoist and my entourage learn like this, it seems that there is still something missing, why don't we add some color to the victory or defeat of this competition!" The fourth prince also said indifferently.

"Your Highness, what do you want to gamble on, my Qingcheng Mountain is a small Taoist temple, and I can't get anything good." The old Taoist priest followed the words of the four princes and took the bet.

"Senior, you are too modest, but you are right, Qingcheng Mountain does not have what this palace wants, what this palace wants is this Qingcheng Mountain. If the palace loses, the incense money will be offered every year in the future, and if you lose, Qingcheng Mountain will have to support the palace unconditionally, what is it? The fourth prince seemed to have a plan, and said with confidence.

The old Taoist priest knew that the four princes would not give up easily, but he did not show embarrassment, and agreed.

It was at this time that the little Taoist priest Sandezi led a lazy young Taoist priest from the path and came to the Taoist temple.

The two of them did not go to the old Taoist priest's side, but walked towards the little mute and the old blind man.

"Junior Qingshan, I've seen the Sword God senior!" The young Taoist priest straightened his crown and greeted the old blind man.

"Where do I count as a sword god, but it's just taken by some good people." The old blind man said nonchalantly.

"The seniors are humble, this was written by the owner of the building outside the building in the martial arts review in person, how can it be exaggerated?" Aoyama had heard countless stories about the Sword God when he was a child, and now that man was standing in front of him, how could he not be excited.

The old blind man shook his head and sighed: "It's all in the past. ”

The young Taoist Qingshan was silent for a while, and did not continue to ask, but looked at the little mute: "In Xia Qingshan, I don't know what this Taoist friend is called?" ”

The little mute hurriedly took a step forward, faced Qingshan and said, "Qingshan Dao is good, under Mao Jingrun, follow the master all the way here." ”

The little Taoist priest watched the battle over there and interjected: "Fourth master nephew, do you say that the master nephew will lose this competition?" ”

Qingshan looked at the two people not far away, and said calmly: "Senior brother has a total of thirty-two sword shots, and thirty-two battles have been defeated. ”

The little Taoist priest said anxiously: "Then what should I do?" The master nephew has not won once, so aren't we just lost? Are we homeless? ”

Qingshan rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle Junior, what are you anxious about, I haven't finished my words yet?" Although the senior brother has not won once, his opponent is our master. ”

"Ah, that's no wonder, except that I haven't seen my master make a move, but my master is old, and he shouldn't be able to beat the third senior brother, so it seems that no one in our Qingcheng Mountain can beat the third senior brother." The little Taoist priest suddenly realized.

"It's hard to say, the attendants brought by the four princes are by no means good, and the moves should be from the north place." Aoyama stared ahead with his eyes and spoke.

The middle-aged Taoist priest Qingfeng scattered all the copper coins on the frog sword in his hand, and countless copper coins flew towards the middle-aged man like flying stars, surrounding the man in all directions, and the copper coins continued to rotate at a very fast speed in the air, if it hit the person's body, it must be a blur of flesh and blood.

The middle-aged man took out his own knife from his waist, and the word "Da Wu" was engraved with a small seal at the end of the knife body.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man said his first words after arriving here: "In Xia Sun Boheng, the Taoist will teach you!" ”

"Why are you a descendant of the royal family of the Wu Kingdom willing to be a lackey of the people who destroy the country?" The middle-aged Taoist priest Qingfeng was outspoken, and he was not afraid that the four princes would use this speech to make trouble.

When the four princes not far away heard this, they didn't get angry, but said with a smile: "This is my Great Xia's spirit, the whole world is not the king's land, as long as you can be loyal to the royal family, your origin in the palace does not care, but there are many rewards." ”

Sun Boheng did not answer, but the tip of the knife forward, stabbed the square hole in the center of the copper coin, and with a twist of his wrist, the copper coin rotated around the tip of the knife, but the direction was the opposite direction to other copper coins.

Between the lightning and flint, Sun Boheng manipulated this copper coin to continuously hit other copper coins, and the copper coin flew out a lot crackling, and after a while, only one copper coin on the field was rotating around the tip of Sun Boheng's knife, and the rest flew around.

"This game is very difficult to play, this Sun Boheng is a descendant of the royal family of Wu State, Wu State lives by water, the water station is extremely strong, and their royal family's knife skills are also like the sea, the qi is continuous, endless; And the senior brother has been upright since he was a child, so the master asked him to practice the way of gold, and he walked the sharp way, and gold gave birth to water among the five elements. Aoyama looked at the battlefield, but his expression was still relaxed.

The little mute also noticed this, and looked at the master who still didn't say a word, so he said: "This Sun Boheng should have also thought of this, so he simply gave up the attack, concentrated on resisting, and took advantage of the situation to fight with strength, and used this to consume the true qi of the Qingfeng Dao Chief, is that so?" ”

"That's right, but it's a fool's dream for him to want to win over my senior brother like this." Qingshan was a little tired from standing, squatted down and looked at the battlefield with one hand on his cheek, and replied.

Qingfeng was not in a hurry to see that his moves were easily cracked, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the copper coins scattered everywhere flew towards Qingfeng in circles again, and finally merged into the original Qingfu Sword, which fell steadily in his hand.

Only the one on the tip of Sun Boheng's knife was still there, but suddenly, the copper coin no longer rotated, but hung in mid-air without touching the tip of the knife, and the true qi of the two kept colliding in the air, competing for the use of this copper coin.

If it is said that Sun Boheng is successful, then Qingfeng's sword moves can no longer be used, then this competition Qingcheng Mountain will be regarded as a loss.

If it is said that Qingfeng has become, then this copper coin will be controlled by Qingfeng under the control of this big Wu knife, what is the difference between the knife without the knife and the lamb to be slaughtered?

The two of them stood in place like this, Sun Boheng was already in control of this, his family's knife technique was exactly that kind of breath, and his true qi was massive, how could his true qi be more than himself?

Everyone also stood not far away and stared at the copper coin, and an hour later, the little Taoist priest Sandezi had already fallen asleep on the ground with his back to the sky.

Three hours had passed, and the sun was about to set, and the sky was already showing a little twilight.

Qingfeng Dao did not move at all, but Sun Boheng was already sweating profusely, and this competition was about to end.

Sun Boheng also felt that something was wrong, a person with sharp swordsmanship and sword moves, shouldn't his true qi be extremely condensed? Why is this person's true qi energy consumed until now?

So Sun Boheng let go, no longer fighting for the copper coin, but pulled out the knife, tiptoed, condensed the true qi of the whole body, and slashed towards the breeze, Sun Boheng felt that his knife would definitely be difficult to dodge, if this knife was completed, he might be able to turn the tide of the battle and move the current decline back.

Unexpectedly, Qingfeng did wave his left hand, and another wave of true qi burst out, resisting this move.

Sun Boheng was very ashamed to see that this Taoist priest only used half of his strength to duel with him, so he clenched his fists and admitted defeat.

Qingfeng saw that the other party admitted defeat, so he took back the copper coin, the copper coin returned to its place, and the green worm sword was reconciled as before.

Qingfeng raised three fingers to the opposite side, Sun Boheng thought that this Taoist priest was saying that he had persisted for three hours, which was already very good, and he felt a little relieved in his heart.

But only Qing Shan, who was familiar with him, knew what his senior brother really meant: "It's really not good, I used Sancheng force!" ”

Qingshan was not easy to hit others, so he didn't open his mouth to explain, but just said: "Senior brother won!" ”

"Turnip? Did you win? The little Taoist priest sat up in a daze and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"The second game is about to start!" Aoyama twisted his neck and loosened his muscles.

The little mute's eyes widened and he asked in shock, "There is a second one?" ”

"Of course, otherwise what would the ancestor call me to do?" Aoyama said as a matter of course.

"But the fourth master and nephew, I heard them say that you don't seem to have passed the martial arts homework!" The little Taoist priest Sandezi hurriedly grabbed Qingshan's clothes and didn't let him go to death in vain.

"Who said there was going to be a martial arts competition?" Qingshan confidently walked towards the old Taoist priest.

"Did the ancestor miss me? It's time to give me a monthly increase, I haven't changed this robe for two years! A sound of a green mountain ghost crying wolf howl came over there.

"Fuck off, if you lose this time, you won't be allowed to go down the mountain for three years!" The old Taoist priest had obviously been tortured by Qingshan many times, and replied calmly, knocking on Qingshan's head and rewarding him with a chestnut.

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