Outside Lingyin Temple.

Because of some things, the mountain gate looks very deserted, and even the monks who welcome the guests on weekdays don't seem to be there.

Qingshan and Lin Ying finally walked to Lingshan.

As for Ye Xingchen, he said that he had something to leave as early as three days ago, and the two of them didn't care.

It was the first time for Qingshan to come to Lingyin Temple, and he naturally felt a little different about the sect that was as famous as the Taoist sect.

Lin Ying's face was extremely solemn.

Because only at the mountain gate, he heard a sneer in the distance.

The same sect was ridiculed and ridiculed by someone like this, if it was himself, he would definitely not be able to help but draw his sword, even if that person was a great cultivator of the Upper Three Realms.

This time when he came to Lingyin Temple, he represented Sword Immortal City.

Similarly, Sword Immortal City and Dao Sect have always advanced and retreated together, and if things get out of control, I'm afraid that we will have to fight those monks today.

Lin Ying glanced at Qingshan beside him, wanting to see any emotion on his face.

It's just that nothing comes of it.

Aoyama was still straight, and the spear he was carrying behind him did not move at all.

Seeing such a look, Lin Ying knew that today's events were becoming more and more unpredictable.

Qingshan walked forward slowly, walked past several large halls, passed by the collapsed remnant Buddha, and then went straight to the small courtyard.

Qingshan glanced around, a faint aura emanating from his body, and then drifted forward.

Countless people stood in all directions, and suddenly raised their heads in unison, as if sensing some kind of emotion.

Aoyama's gaze fell on the young monk standing proudly in the field.

At this moment, Yuan Zhen was smiling, his hands were folded, his Zen clothes moved with the wind, and a Buddha nature was circulating in him.

"That monk's name is Yuan Zhen, a third-generation disciple of the Lingyin Temple's lecture hall, and it is said that he has stepped into the Arhat realm, and he has the magical power to subdue demons and eliminate demons."

Lin Ying said in a low voice.

Qingshan just glanced at him, as if looking at the weeds on the side of the road, and said, "Too weak."

The two of them didn't speak loudly, but they didn't deliberately hide it.

The practitioners' hearing was very good, so these two lines of dialogue came into the room clearly.

Yuan Zhen's face sank, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Qingshan from afar.

Aoyama ignored the provocative threat, and just lifted his feet and walked forward, where Qiu Wen was lying on the ground, struggling to get up.

Qiu Wen was not very familiar with the Qingshan of Feilai Peak, only knowing that he was the first person to inherit the sword of the Dao Sect three years ago, and ranked first in the martial arts of the Four Palaces.

He is the first of three generations of disciples.

Qingshan squatted down and fed a pill into Qiu Wen's mouth.

The pill entered his body, and a warm breath was slowly calming down the injury, Qiu Wen showed a look of shame on his face, and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Qingshan..."

Qingshan shook his head slightly, and then glanced at Lin Ying, who understood, gently helped Qiu up, and stood aside.

Looking at Qingshan, who couldn't be guessed in front of him, Lin Ying couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking?"

Aoyama said calmly, "I'm thinking... If you wait to kill him, how many tricks will it take?"

"You're really—"

Lin Ying shook his head helplessly, and said, "Do you know what you're talking about, not to mention the young monks on the other side, that is, the guy in front of you is now a person with a very high realm among the three generations of disciples of Lingyin Temple, he stepped into the Arhat realm three years ago, and his physical body is comparable to a magic weapon, among the nine holy lands, there are not many people in the younger generation who can hurt him."

Qingshan didn't care, just thought about it and asked seriously, "You mean, he's very powerful?" "Let's put it this way." Lin Ying stretched out three fingers and said, "For a cultivator of your age and mine, there are no more than three people who can beat him."

Hearing this, countless Lingyin Temple disciples in the audience all looked at Yuan Zhen with reverence on their faces.

The air suddenly became much quieter.

Qingshan was silent for a moment and said, "Then a move."

…

Qingshan's cultivation time is very short, from the beginning of that small mountain village to now, it has only been more than five years.

If you talk about the realm, in the spiritual wilderness, or even in the Taoist sect, it is not very good.

But if it was a round-robin fight, Qingshan didn't care in the slightest, because he had the same experience as Uncle Shen Yu.

That's never losing.

At first, he was willing to do some amazing things in Lingyin Temple, and even just wanted to take Uncle Yang Liu away quietly.

But when he saw Qiu Wen's appearance, Qingshan changed his mind again.

Yuan Zhen in the station was full of anger.

In his opinion, this time Uncle Hui Ke and the first deliberately arranged plot, he should be the protagonist, personally destroy a genius of the younger generation of the Taoist Sect, and then kill him logically to end the demon.

It's just that he didn't expect that all his brilliance was taken away by the young man in front of him.

The ordinary teenager who looked so ordinary didn't even make a move, just a few words made people ignore themselves.

Yuan Zhen stared at Qingshan and said mockingly, "The kung fu is good, but I don't know that your Dao Sect disciple's kung fu is the same as the guy lying on the ground just now, and he can't help but be weak."

Young people's grievances have always arisen between some extremely small things, but often these small things will produce a series of reactions, and even evolve into nodes and grudges that can change the course of history.

These initial grievances are really small, and people sometimes can't understand them.

A real action, a sentence seemed to him to be an extremely ordinary ridicule, what young man was not so high-spirited.

It's just that he forgot.

Qingshan is different from many people, but he is very much like a person, but countless people in the field have never seen that person.

Unlike the angry look on the face of the Dao Sect disciple, Qingshan had always been calm.

No matter who it is, it's just a matter of tricks for him.

Aoyama said, "You will die."

Yuan Zhen was already angry to the extreme, and Aoyama's understated tone made his heart seem to ignite a fire.

Yuan Zhen narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "You must be the one who died."

When Aoyama heard this, he remembered something else.

Lingyin Temple and Taoism are both holy places, and for such a big matter, it is inevitable that only three generations of disciples like Yuanzhen will come forward.

Because everyone knows that if the two holy places are developed, it will inevitably cause spiritual famine to shake.

In today's era, when the Demon Domain and the Demon Domain are not very peaceful, if the two major sects of the Righteous Path are at war.

Then next, the Demon Ancestor, the Demon Emperor, and even the people in the hidden land of Qianchuan will inevitably have abnormal movements.

As he thought before, many earth-shattering events are often caused by extremely small things.

Qingshan's eyes were a little thoughtful, but in Yuanzhen's eyes, this was a real contempt.

Yuan Zhen could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and his breath surged out, and the ground trembled with gravel, followed by a breeze after a breeze.

"Die!"

With a clear river, there was a cracking whistling sound in the air.

He rushed directly towards Qingshan, his right fist raised, and a burst of gorgeous afterimages.

When everyone in the audience saw this scene, their eyes widened, wanting to see some details of the battle between the two.

Lin Ying looked even more solemn.

Yuan Zhen is indeed among the younger generation, with convincing and strong combat power, even if he doesn't have to make those few sword moves that are both defeated, he can't have the upper hand under his fist intent at all.

This battle, in a sense, is the pinnacle battle among the three generations of disciples of Daomen and Buddhism.

This represents the prosperity of the future fortune of the Taoist and Buddhist gates.

Lin Ying was looking forward to it.

…

Feeling the killing intent and aura in the air, Qingshan just glanced at him lightly.

There was really no pressure at this level of fighting, in the Demon Domain, those

The endless demons are much stronger than Yuanzhen.

"Looks like you're really looking for death!"

Looking at the young man's absent-minded appearance, Yuanzhen was even more angry, his figure came to Qingshan's body, and his right hand suddenly slashed out.

In an instant, a dazzling golden light erupted from the right fist, which was extremely dazzling.

If he were an ordinary person, he would be stabbed in the eye by this brilliant light, and then he would not be able to see his next punch.

But this kind of fighting, which is quite a bit of a layman's fight, and seems to be extremely unscrupulous, is of no use to Aoyama.

Aoyama didn't untie the package behind him, but just took a gentle step forward.

Leisurely strolling forward.

Without any strange moves, Aoyama just turned sideways slightly, and avoided the fist lightly.

Only a wisp of fist wind blew a strand of black hair from his sideburns slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Aoyama's right hand was gently stretched forward.

In the shocked gaze of countless people, he just lightly held the other party's neck.

"I said it, just one move."

An indifferent voice whispered in Yuan Zhen's ear, and Shen Yu's right hand was slightly forced.

"Be merciful!" An old voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

Aoyama turned a deaf ear.

Yuanzhen's body slowly moved away from the ground, and his face gradually turned blood red, and then pale.

Rumble!

There was a flag flying in the sky at lightning speed.

Immediately afterward, a handsome-faced monk appeared in mid-air.

Opposite the monk, there stood a man with a strange figure and a cynical face, holding a blood-red sword in his hand.

In the sound of thunder exploding, the banner and the long sword flew back upside down.

Master Huike,

The head of the night.

Looking at the two people suspended in the air, Lin Ying's face first showed surprise, and soon became melancholy again.

A Zen son of Lingyin Temple.

The other is the head of the Tang Demon Hunting Division.

The forces represented by these two people will have a huge shock to the spiritual wilderness.

A gentle breeze.

A figure slowly slipped down, and there was no longer half of life.

"A move? It really only took one trick?"

"Senior Brother Yuanzhen is dead, who is he and what means did he use?"

The disciple of Lingyin Temple exclaimed in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

In their eyes, Senior Brother Yuanzhen, who was already in the Arhat Realm, and was so strong that even a martial artist could hardly match him, was pinched to death by the young man without resistance.

It's as easy as pinching an ant to death.

What a combat power this is, the realm of that young man has reached an unimaginably high level.

The Dao Sect disciple in the other place was full of pride, his body was standing straight, and his eyes were firmly focused on the young man.

He is the first of the three generations of disciples of my Taoist sect.

More than a dozen Dao Sect disciples all had such thoughts flashing in their hearts.

Proud.

There is honor.