When I was meeting Qi Xuguang, Ji Weiqi was facing a new situation. Jin Difang and Meng Minjuan made such a fuss, but it gave another person an opportunity.

This person is Dong Mengyao.

"Miss Hi, there are indeed many offends by our relatives in the mourning hall today, and your magnanimity is really admirable. The younger sister Dong Mengyao came from afar and only brought a Tibetan scripture musician over, just to pay tribute to her uncle's heroic soul. ”

After that, the sound of chanting the Tibetan scriptures sounded outside the courtyard, leisurely and consistently.

Led by a red-clothed lama, these Tibetan scripture musicians crossed the road made by the crowd and came to Dong Mengyao, lined up in a row, forming a confrontation with Ji Weiqi.

Ji Weiqi didn't move until they stopped chanting, and during this period of time, the crowd was all talking to each other, some were quite complaining about this, some were very proud, and some were waiting to see Ji Weiqi's embarrassment.

The musicians greeted Ji Weiqi Heshi together.

Ji Weiqi returned the salute and said calmly: "Several Venerable Ones are reciting the "Charm Sutra" of Longzang, do you think I am a demon. ”

The red-clothed lama pinched the Dharma seal in his hand, and said unashamedly: "Miss Hi, don't be surprised, in the end, the fairy Buddha and the demon will be empty, so why take it to heart." ”

As soon as the lama came up, he had a sharp fight with Ji Weiqi, pointing out that Ji Weiqi was concerned about whether she was enchanting or not, and it was obvious that she had failed to understand the Dharma.

Ji Weiqi smiled, and said indifferently in a kind of chic that didn't care about people: "The persistent person is not empty, but vice versa." If we can let go of our attachments, what else is there to fight about? ”

Dong Mengyao smiled: "There is also a distinction between true and false, there is persistence that is true and false, and there is truth and falsehood." Although there are thousands of kinds of Fa, but only one is true, if you can only cling to the truth, what is the difference between attachment? ”

At this point, the people present who listened felt at a loss, and only vaguely knew that the two sides were talking with mystery and were fighting each other.

Ji Weiqi frowned slightly, sighed shallowly, and pulled out her sword with a "bang", pointing obliquely at the four people.

Everyone present gasped. Ji Weiqi was full of joy and anger, and when she took out her sword at this time, it seemed that she was really angry. The four lamas immediately dispersed, forming a large semicircle, surrounding the pretty Ji Weiqi.

The red-clothed lama's hands drooped, and he held the magic trick in his hands, but he had a solemn momentum, which made people feel frightened. Everyone unconsciously moved out, vacating a wider open space, so that this top master from Tibet could compete with Ji Weiqi.

Ji Weiqi's expression was as quiet as usual, her pretty face was carefree, like a fairy who had descended to earth, and she was unmoved by this earthly world.

"Since the Venerable Ones have come from afar, I didn't want to embarrass you, but I have a perverse personality, and I won't endure things that I can't get used to seeing or hearing, and today you are aggressive, and you don't regard yourself as an outsider at all, and it seems that if you don't teach you a lesson, you really don't know if you are a host or a guest!"

Ji Weiqi had something to say, although these words were said to those lamas, but the voice outside the strings was clearly accusing Dong Mengyao of being rude and daring to encroach on her authority.

Ji Weiqi just held the sword lightly with her slender hand, although she didn't move, but the people in the field were

Dare to raise your voice on May Day.

It can be said that as soon as Ji Weiqi's sword came out of the sheath, it took the lead. Dong Mengyao couldn't argue in her heart, and a sense of repetition of the past arose spontaneously, which also made these four lamas and monks who refined the tantric method very unpleasant.

"Is it really that I can't compare to her?" Dong Mengyao began to waver.

At the beginning, the powerful momentum of the lamas weakened a little. However, since Ji Weiqi wants to stand up, she will naturally not let go of this opportunity. Dong Mengyao found fault twice and three times, and she should be taught a lesson. Ji Weiqi's sword slowly drew a perfect small circle, and her clothes fluttered like a fairy who wanted to ride the wind.

When she was halfway through the painting, the lamas knew that it was going to be bad, and one of the lamas immediately arched his hands, palms inward, first lifted and pasted on his chest, and then slowly pushed forward, stepping on the footwork of Qixun, as if he wanted to move forward and then retreat, but in fact he still remained in place.

Their movements are extremely treacherous, completely different from ordinary martial arts moves. Another black-clothed lama raised the beads in his hand, the beads were broken in the middle, shaking straight, and one hundred and eight Buddha beads lined up one after another, forming a zigzag, and shot towards Ji Weiqi's left flank, which was both beautiful and weird.

However, even if Ji Weiqi was alone in the face of such a powerful attack, she was still calm and easy, and she still had that elegant posture and demeanor.

Dong Mengyao stood aside and naturally rejoiced, if Ji Weiqi did not win this stop, then her authority would naturally be discredited, even if she stood in a tie or lost both, it would be greatly reduced, so no matter what, she would be a fisherman. From a certain point of view, the wishful thinking in her heart is really good, but this can also show that she is not full of confidence to beat Ji Weiqi in a fair competition.

Ji Weiqi smiled with her sword, and the sword swelled, shooting towards the lama in front of her, faster than lightning.

The red-clothed lama saw that Ji Weiqi was still in place, but the sword in her hand seemed to grow several feet, and her heart was shocked.

"Good swordsmanship."

"Prize!"

Ji Weiqi shouted, the sword was close to the body, and the whirling dance turned sharply, and at the same time, the sleeves of the robe of the lamas pushed and confronted Ji Weiqi's sword.

Ji Weiqi's sword was too fast, and the lama's wide sleeves turned into pieces from the shoulders and danced in the air, and then the lamas' faces immediately turned pale, and they took several steps back with their bare hands.

At this moment, the red-clothed lama suddenly shouted the Buddha's name, and the lamas immediately took out an iron bowl from their arms, and they flew from top to bottom with the iron bowl in their hands.

These lamas have strong moves, and their steps are treacherous, they cooperate with each other in an orderly manner, both offensive and defensive, and they have no winner or loser in a hundred rounds against Ji Weiqi.

Ji Weiqi tried her best to avoid the attack of the iron bowl, but on the other side, the red-clothed lama took the opportunity to sneak attack, which was the only chance to defeat Ji Weiqi. "Smack!" One hundred and eight other Buddha beads shot out of his hand, collided with Ji Weiqi's sword net, and were immediately blown into pieces and went around his neck.

"This ......" people watching the battle from the sidelines really couldn't stand it.

"It is not possible to bully too much

。 ”

"Hidden arrows hurt people, hum, villain's move."

But even so, Ji Weiqi was still not injured.

"Venerables, if you have any other skills, just try it out!" Ji Weiqi's words were like a touch of cold water poured on their faces.

"You ......" Several lamas shook at the same time, did not retreat, and staggered forward two steps.

"Okay, then let you see our bowl Seven Star Array." With that, the lamas threw off their cuffs together, and their robes flew backwards.

With a "ding" sound, Ji Weiqi's sword point was at the bottom of the bowl.

Ji Weiqi's sword was a little on the bowl and immediately bent. It didn't take long for Ji Weiqi to fall into a passive situation, and at this moment, the lamas flew with their palms and attacked Ji Weiqi wildly.

In the end, they had nothing to defend but to change their long-range attack to a close attack.

The tip of Ji Weiqi's sword trembled slightly, and the iron bowl swirled.

Although several lamas moved forward to attack, Ji Weiqi still had that leisurely appearance, which was enough to make them lose confidence.

The bowl has arrived.

The red-clothed lama reached out with both hands, and actually took the whirling flying bowl squarely.

Seeing that the iron bowl had been firmly held to him, it strangely turned a little more in his hands. His hand was electrocuted, and he snorted miserably, and took a few steps back uncontrollably.

Dong Mengyao and the others, who were watching from the sidelines, looked stunned like puppets.

I saw that in the vast sword shadow, the rest of the lamas also advanced and retreated at an astonishing high speed. But he never escaped from Ji Weiqi's sword circle.

The red-clothed lama's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he didn't move while holding the iron bowl, he looked at Ji Weiqi with a stunned expression, and then stopped making a move.

Dong Mengyao passed his eyes to him, instructed him to continue the attack, squeezed his eyebrows, and almost didn't say anything to him, but even so, the red-clothed lama didn't move another step, and simply closed his eyes.

Dong Mengyao was naturally full of remorse, and kept cursing in her heart that she didn't know how to use them, and she used such a few wastes, and at the same time, she couldn't help but retreat in her heart, knowing that she was likely to shoot herself in the foot today, and if she didn't get it right, she would lose face.

Just when she was in a hurry.

Suddenly, there was a "hiss......" sound.

The sound of sword qi breaking through the air muffled all the noises of someone.

Random, the shadow of the sword fades.

All the lamas staggered back to where they were.

Ji Weiqi returned to the scabbard of the sword, her expression was solemn and holy, and her pretty face flashed with a touching brilliance, which made people have the urge to kneel and worship.

With a "dang" sound, the heavy iron bowl fell from the hands of the red-clothed lama to the ground.

Ji Weiqi remained silent.

Several lamas saluted Ji Weiqi Heshi together, and said calmly: "We lost so much that we were convinced, today we are fortunate to be able to fight against Miss Xi, it is really a blessing for three lives, Miss Xi's character and martial arts make us admire, we will immediately return to Qinghai-Tibet, and never be born." ”

"A few Venerable Ones are serious." Ji Weiqi said politely.

The red-clothed lama said respectfully: "Miss Ji has made me wait to see the way of the sword, and I have benefited a lot, please accept our thank you." ”

Salute to her again.

"You're welcome."

"I'll retire,"

"No."

Dong Mengyao was naturally extremely embarrassed, coughed dryly, hugged her fists and saluted: "Miss Hi is strong in martial arts, little sister admires, since several masters are leaving, then I will also retire." ”

Ji Weiqi said gently: "Please! ”

The crowd came suddenly, retreated suddenly, and retreated completely in the blink of an eye.

Dong Mengyao's farce finally ended by itself. She made such a fuss, but gave Ji Weiqi a great opportunity to regroup and clean up people's hearts.

Someone has been manipulating behind every step of the way since this happened, and this person is very deeply hidden. At the beginning, Yun Rong made a move on Faqiumen, which set off a wave, and after that, the ghost gate killer was involved, and the forces of all parties wrestled secretly, wave after wave, and then the seventh uncle died suddenly, at this time, Dong Mengyao and others took the opportunity to make trouble, trying to challenge Ji Weiqi's authority, I have to say that the other party's intentions and every step of the way can be described as leaky.

(End of chapter)

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