Motiero's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Leng Xiaoxiao quietly, his face was silent, but he was secretly surprised in his heart, the person in front of him was just standing normally, and Zhou didn't show the slightest flaw, and asked: "Forgive the old monk, who is Your Excellency?" ”

Leng Xiaoxiao said: "Shaolin lay disciple, Tiance Mansion is cold and small." "Motiero was in awe, and his heart turned out to be him.

Since Cheng Zheng's death, Leng Xiaoxiao has suppressed his anger, he knows that his master has attained the Dharma and died happily, not because of Mothiero. But after all, in the end, it was caused by the monk's verbal persuasion. Leng Xiaoxin was full of grief and sadness, and he had nowhere to vent, and he just wanted to fight with the other party.

The two were not far away from each other at this time, glanced at each other, and at the same time took a step forward, Motiero smiled, shook his robe, and said, "Long admiration." Leng Xiaoxiao suddenly felt an invisible and scorching wind coming from his face. Suddenly, the arrogant and bloody battle qi walked all over his body, and he pushed forward with his hands in fists, and said, "Don't dare." Immediately resisted that force, and with the residual momentum of the push, he counterattacked back.

Motiero also felt the scorching heat of the other party's true qi, and dissolved it with both hands, thinking that this person really deserved his reputation, so he smiled and said: "General Leng's famous poor monk has already heard of it, but unexpectedly, he is still a Shaolin disciple. The poor monk has lived in Luoyang for a long time, and the distance between him and the general is only more than ten miles, but it is a pity that he has always been on the side, and he is really fortunate today. He smiled as he spoke, but his eyes were fixed on Leng Xiaoxiao.

Leng Xiaoxiao and Motiero's eyes touched, and they couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, but they felt that there seemed to be a colorful reflection in each other's eyes, which penetrated through the bottom of their hearts. At the moment, he suddenly realized that the Mothiero in front of him was divided into three, and an identical yellow-clothed monk appeared on his left and right sides. What made Leng Xiao feel the most shocked was that the three Motieros were not the same, with different postures, and they all seemed to be about to attack from different directions.

At this moment, Tang Xiyao and everyone outside the arena noticed that Leng Xiaoxiao's expression was wrong, but when they looked at Motiero again, they were all right and smiling. Murong Yunqing couldn't help but worry: "This cold brother... What's wrong with him, he looks like he's seen some monster. Qi Yufeng suddenly said: "Leng Xiaoxiao should avoid the eyes of that monk." Yan Wuwu didn't know what he meant, and he didn't bother to ask, and said, "I'll help him." Saying that he was about to get up, Tang Xiyao said, "Don't worry, you see." ”

I saw that Leng Xiaoxiao was looking at a few people at this time, and then smiled, feeling relieved. Several people were puzzled, just because Leng Xiaoxiao accidentally saw the expressions of Tang Xiyao and the others, more confused, not frightened, and immediately concluded that they had not seen Motiero's doppelganger monster, which also meant that it did not really exist, but only aimed at their own illusion, although they didn't know how the other party did it, they were not afraid in their hearts. He gathered his mind, divided his feet, divided his left palm and right elbow into two doppelgangers, still made a fist, kicked with his right foot, bowed slightly, and posed exactly the first style of the Shaolin Yijin Sutra 'Fudo Ming King'. Then the internal force urged, and the two clones disappeared in an instant. I only heard Leng Xiaoxiao: "Fortunately, the battle treasure Jialan where the master lives is near Luoyang, I have heard about it in the morning, and I will definitely visit it in the future." ”

Motiero was shocked, Leng Xiaoxiao only relied on the reactions of a few people in the distance, and broke his own soul transfer Dafa, the speed of response, the strength of the mind, it is really rare, secretly thinking that this person is as rumored to be, it is extremely difficult to deal with.

People outside the arena only saw the two of them saluting each other, and they were not aware of the danger in it. But Leng Xiao knew that the temptation of the two sides was over, and Mothia Rome was about to make a move, so he couldn't help but breathe all over his body, ready to fight. Seeing this, Yan Wuwu and Qi Yufeng in the distance said at the same time: "It's here." ”

At the last moment, a tattooed head came out of the southwest greenhouse, and there was a non-stop noise behind him, dragging a shovel, came to the two of them, and shouted: "Do you fight or not, old monk, let me come if you don't fight." "The accent is extremely weird.

Even Motiero did not know this man and asked, "Who are you?" Toutuo pointed to his nose and said, "I'm Wudi." ”

Mothiero suddenly heard that there is a country of Qu Lu who specializes in Mahayana Buddhism three hundred miles away from Tianzhu, and there is a mad monk named Wu Di in the country, who likes to learn martial arts and fight, and thinks that the world is invincible, and the surrounding Buddhist countries are overwhelmed. Just because he was the younger brother of King Quludo, people could not do anything but avoid it. I didn't want this person to come to the Shaolin Temple.

Motiero smiled and said, "Since Master Wu Di is going to make a move, please do it." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Leng Xiaoxiao again, and went straight back to the seat. Wu Di put one hand on his waist, smashed the shovel on the ground, and said, "Come on, this seat has come all the way to your boring place just to have a good fight." ”

Leng Xiaoxiao frowned, and then someone in the crowd interjected, "I'm coming." I saw a white-clothed swordsman walk out and arch his hand: "General Leng, I am also quite skilled, please let me give it up." Leng Xiaoxiao saw that the swordsman who spoke was dressed in white, with a light green hairband tied in his bun, his appearance was handsome, and he looked personable, and he hugged his fists and said, "This friend has a high surname?" ”

"Kunlun Sect Ling Fengzi." Swordsman said.

Leng Xiaoxiao heard of this person and replied: "Long Yang." ”

Ling Fengzi said: "You're welcome, General Leng alone supports the Tiance Mansion, everyone in the martial arts knows it, and even our head is always praised." ”

Leng Xiaoxiao didn't answer yet, and Wu Di on the side said angrily: "What are the two thin monkeys talking about, and if they don't fight, why don't they fight in this Tang country." ”

Ling Fengzi's face sank, and he said, "Let me teach this crazy monk a lesson." ”

Leng Xiaoxiao had no intention of making a move with him, his target was just Motiero, he smiled when he saw this, turned around and walked back to where Tang Xiyao and the others were sitting. Everyone asked about the situation of the suitability, Leng Xiaoxiao said in detail, Tang Xiyao muttered: "Could it be the legendary Tianzhu secret technique 'Soul Transfer Dafa'." ”

Several people heard the strange name and asked, Tang Xiyao said: "I heard my master say that the Dafa of Soul Transfer is terrifying and can produce illusions, but it does not have the real power to hurt people, and if you meet someone with a strong mind, it is often difficult to work. Yan Wuwu said: "No wonder, if I changed it just now, I am afraid that I will not be able to hold my breath and immediately draw my sword, which will be a shame." The crowd couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, the two people in the field had already fought, and the iron rod of the black rod made a whirring wind sound, and the sound was amazing, and it kept rolling outward with the nearby gravel. Murong Yunqing was speechless: "This head Tuo looks reckless, and it is not ambiguous when he moves his hands. ”

Leng Xiaoxiao nodded and said: "He makes it a little like Shaolin's 'Crazy Wand Method', but the posture is more weird, it seems that this person is not as simple as it seems, he must have been instructed by a master." ”

Yan Wuwu said: "That's useless, he can't fight that Kunlun faction." Sure enough, looking at Ling Fengzi facing the menacing iron staff, the sword was not out of the sheath, and his figure was interspersed in the light and shadow of the iron staff, which seemed to advance and retreat freely, and he was at ease. From time to time, when he caught the opportunity, he slapped his sword scabbard on the face of the black head, as if the gentleman was teaching a naughty child, and the spectators laughed. Only the black face was red, roaring again and again, and the strength of the iron rod became heavier and heavier, but he couldn't even touch half of the other party's clothes.

Murong Yunqing and Tang Xiyao couldn't help but laugh, but Yan Wuwu was full of disapproval, shook his head and said: "I have heard that this Ling Fengzi has good martial arts, but he is frivolous and mean, and he is not very kind, but now it seems that it is really right." In fact, he could have won a long time ago, but he wanted to make this reckless monk make a fool of himself in public. ”

Murong Yunqing was unconvinced: "Just now, these monks also kept satirizing the Central Plains martial arts, so we have to teach them a good lesson." ”

Looking at the field again, Wu Di's head and face had been beaten dozens of times by Ling Fengzi, his head was dizzy, his hair was full of sweat, and the swing of the iron rod was no longer out of order, and he scolded: "You will jump around like a monkey, dare not fight with this seat in a dignified manner." ”

Ling Fengzi let out a long laugh and said, "Okay, you can stand firm." With that, he stopped, turned around and raised his legs, and kicked the oncoming iron rod away. Then he hugged his fists round and slammed into Wu Di's chest. Wu Di Tengteng took three steps back, his face turned purple, and finally fell to the ground.

At this time, there was a commotion, and they saw the hundred-pound iron rod circling and flying, falling towards the dense place of the people. Ling Fengzi secretly screamed badly, he was only happy to fight just now, and he didn't pay attention to this iron guy. Coincidentally, the iron rod fell impartially towards Tang Xiyao and the others, and the goose jumped high, and the shovel was kicked away by a spring leg in the air by him, and it was stuck straight on the ground.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Ling Fengzi laughed, and was about to step forward, when a gust of wind blew on the ground, and a golden light slashed, he hurriedly jumped back to dodge, and the golden light flew back with a whizz. He stood still and saw a naked, red-haired bearded monk, holding a strange round golden wheel in each hand. The edges of the two wheels are as sharp as knives and are connected by ropes.

Ling Fengzi smiled: "What, do you want wheel battles?" ”

Hu Seng said: "I didn't plan to make a move, but you are too deceitful, so take it." What is surprising is that don't look at his red hair and hooked nose, his appearance is very different from that of the Tang Dynasty, but he speaks an unusually standard Chinese dialect in the Central Plains.

Ling Fengzi said proudly: "Report your name." ”

Hu Seng said: "I'm a nobody, and you haven't heard of it." I know that the world is so big, and there are people outside the world, and I don't want to come up and offer ugliness. But I really can't look at you, although Fang Cai Toutuo is reckless and rude, but your methods are too much. Don't talk nonsense, look at the tricks. ”

The golden wheel in Hu Seng's hand was thrown, and it flew straight over with a buzzing sound. Ling Fengzi lowered his head to avoid it, and the bearded monk shook his wrist, and the golden wheel flew back into his palm upside down. I saw his two lean and withered legs moving left and right on the ground in a figure of eight, and his hands kept throwing the golden wheel to catch it, looking from a distance, it looked like a big crab with its arms stretched, which was extremely weird.

Murong Yunqing was curious: "What kind of kung fu is this, it looks so ugly, like juggling." Yan Wuwu sighed and said, "It's really as this strange monk said, the world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders." Today is an eye-opener. Don't underestimate the kung fu of this chain flywheel, it's not so easy to deal with. ”

Leng Xiaoxiao looked at it for a while, and also agreed: "His method of throwing the wheel, the azimuth and speed are extremely accurate, and circling back and forth, which is equivalent to a second attack, unless the opponent also has long eyes in the back of his head, it is really difficult to resist." I really don't know what kind of kung fu this is? ”

As the two of them expected, Ling Fengzi continued to dodge, but his posture was no longer as comfortable as when he faced Wu Di, he raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Okay, you are qualified enough to let me draw my sword." With a crisp sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and after the two golden wheels were knocked open, the middle palace went straight and went straight to the door of the monk.

When the monk saw the other party attacking, he took back the golden wheel and competed with Ling Fengzi in close quarters. At this time, Yan Wuwu and the others finally saw the Kunlun swordsmanship, which was not only different from Xiao Ning'er's dexterity and denseness, but also different from Yan Wuwu's chic and elegant, but with a fierce and ruthless force. Ling Fengzi is like a white practice in his hand, soft and strong, although the speed is not fast, but every time he makes a move, he has a smashing force. Looking at the monk again, his movements were fast, and he really looked like a crab with eight hands, circling the two golden wheels up and down, as if they had become four.

Yan Wuwu said: "Fortunately, the speed of the strange monk is fast, so he can just withstand Ling Fengzi's attack, as long as he slows down a little, he will be restrained immediately." Although Ling Fengzi represented the side of the Central Plains, in fact, in his heart, he was more inclined to the red-haired bearded monk.

Xiao Ning'er, who has always been meditating on the side, also spoke: "His internal strength is insufficient, I'm afraid he won't last long."

Sure enough, after more than ten rounds of back and forth, Hu Seng gradually lost his support, the golden wheel in his hand slowed down, and in an instant, his arms were injured one after another, and blood flew out little by little, and after fighting a few more moves, he shouted: "Stop." I lost. ”

Ling Fengzi put away his long sword and said with a smile: "Monk, you are not bad, you can go to forty-one moves under me, no wonder you dare to be so crazy." ”

Hu Seng bowed and bowed, and said: "Losing is losing, Your Excellency has superb swordsmanship, and the poor monk is willing to bow down." I just want to advise you, Your Excellency has such martial arts, but also should cultivate one's self and mind and be compassionate. After speaking, he bowed to the abbot Xuanzheng and went down the mountain out of the temple gate. For a while, people talked about it, and no one knew the origin of the strange monk, but they also sincerely admired his performance.

Tang Xiyao praised: "It seems that among the foreign monks, not all of them are hostile, but there are also people who are well aware of things. Murong Yunqing said: "Even I admire this red-haired monk a little, but it's a pity that this Ling Fengzi is too powerful." Hey, I wonder how his swordsmanship compares to yours? The last sentence is to ask the goose to worry-free.

Before Yan Wuwu could answer, Leng Xiaoxiao smiled and said first: "Ling Fengzi's Kunlun Sword is indeed outstanding, but if it is compared with Wuwu, at most eighty moves, he will abandon the sword and admit defeat." ”

Yan Wuwu was proud for a while, patted Leng Xiaoxiao on the shoulder happily, and said, "You know, I have always admired your realistic character, but I think I can defeat him in sixty moves." Murong Yunqing rolled his eyes and said, "Don't be ashamed to say big things." Several people laughed.

At this time, Ling Fengzi walked over, and several people stopped, only to see him hugging his fists at Yan Wuwu and saying, "Thanks to my feet, I won't accidentally hurt others." ”

Yan Wuwu also replied: "It's good to say, the pure yang faction Yan Wuwu, fortunately." ”

Ling Fengzi seemed a little surprised, and then smiled: "I knew that the 'Sword Qi Wuji' was here, so I didn't have to come out to offer ugliness." ”

Yan Wuwu said politely: "Where is it, Kunlun swordsmanship is both rigid and soft, and if it is light, Yan has opened his eyes today." ”

Ling Fengzi looked proud, glanced at the Tianzhu monks in the northeast, and deliberately raised his voice and said: "My Central Plains martial arts are broad and profound, and each family and faction have their own strengths, and to name a few, how can it be compared to those small states outside the territory. It's a pity that there are too many people in this world, who always don't know the height of the sky, and the words of the frog in the mouth, otherwise they would not be so eager to stand up and teach them to be human beings with the power of the end. When he spoke, he stirred up internal forces, and the sound was heard throughout the audience. Yan Wuwu and the others knew that he was saying this to Motiero and others, but he was too arrogant. But Ling Fengzi had fought two times in a row before, and the superb martial arts he showed were also real, so no one refuted them for a while.

Just as he was proud, he heard a crisp voice say: "What's the big deal, it's just that I haven't met a real master, otherwise... Hmph, and you have to say it. People followed the voice and saw that it was from the southeast of the greenhouse, where all the monks of the Tibetan Kingdom were sitting, and the one who spoke was the daughter of the Tubo Tashi King, the sixteen-year-old Xingyue Zhuoma.

Ling Fengzi was already extremely angry when he heard this, he didn't expect someone to dare to refute him like this, and when he saw that it was a little girl with bright eyes and bright teeth who spoke, his anger calmed down a little, and he stepped forward and said, "Little girl, are you talking?" ”

At this time, King Tashi, who was sitting in the chief, rebuked his daughter and said, "Xingyue, what nonsense are you talking about. I brought you here after saying that I was not allowed to cause trouble, and I dare to speak indiscriminately on such occasions. ”

Xingyue Zhuoma said: "Dad, didn't you hear what he said just now?" Is it only him who has a master in Datang, and we don't have it? ”

King Tashi stood up and touched his chest with his hand, and said, "The daughter of this king has been naughty since she was a child, and she has always been open-mouthed, and she likes to say childish things, so knights don't mind. ”

Although Ling Fengzi was a native of the rivers and lakes, he also knew that King Tashi had a noble status in Tubo and was a distinguished guest of the Tang Dynasty, so he hugged his fists and said: "The prince is serious. ”

Who knew that Xingyue Zhuoma said again: "Hmph, it's a pity that I can't let you, the frog at the bottom of the well, see the real master." King Tashi said angrily, "You still say." Xingyue Zhuoma was yelled at by her father, so she had to shut up.

Ling Fengzi didn't laugh angrily and asked, "Could it be that the master you are talking about is yourself?" ”

Xingyue Zhuoma glanced at his father timidly and said, "My father won't allow me to speak, forget it, let you go." ”

Speaking of this, even Yan Wuwu's curiosity was aroused, and he stepped forward and hugged his fists and said: "Lord Wang, please be relieved, we are all people who practice martial arts, and we love to meet friends with martial arts, and we have seen all the martial arts in the world, and there is absolutely no disrespect in them." Please allow Ling Ai to go down and show us what she said about her superb martial arts. ”

When King Tashi heard him say this, he couldn't refuse anymore, so he snorted angrily and said to Xingyue Zhuoma, "It's really nonsense. Everyone knew that he agreed, and Yan Wuwu raised his hand and said, "Girl, please." ”

Xingyue Zhuoma's two big eyes flickered, pointed to his nose and asked, "Me?" Of course not, where can I beat you, I'm talking about real masters. ”

The more Yan Wuwu listened, the more strange he became, what this girl said was clearly organized, obviously not pure nonsense, could it be that there were really any masters among his Tibetan monks who had not appeared. But everyone, including the Tibetan monks, knew that the first master of the Black Sect who came to Tang this time, Kumarosh, had been completely defeated by Chengzheng Zen Master before, and where to find someone who defeated him.

Yan Wuwu just thought so in his heart, but Ling Fengzi had already asked, "You're talking about that Kumarosh." ”

Xingyue Zhuoma shook his head and said, "He? He had already lost to the dead old monk, so naturally it wasn't him. I'm talking about my groom. As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to condense, and after a moment, the audience burst into laughter.

Ling Fengzi smiled: "It turned out to be your groom, it's really amazing." I just don't know if his stunt is to kick the front hooves or kick the feet. When people heard him say that, they laughed even harder. King Tashi and other Tibetans were embarrassed.

Xingyue Zhuoma pursed his lips angrily, turned around, and shouted in the direction of the servants sitting in the last row, "Gu Gunu, come out." ”

A man stood up and walked to Xingyue's side, and after Xingyue Zhuoma said a few words in his ear, he came to the field.

Ling Fengzi saw that there was nothing unusual about the person's footsteps and figure, but he was wearing a felt hat, and a black cloth hung down from the brim, covering his face and making him unable to see his face clearly.

King Tashi stood up and said, "According to my Tibetan custom, slaves are not allowed to show their true faces on weekdays, so as not to offend His Holiness. If the young man doesn't like it, I'll ask him to take off his hat. ”

Ling Fengzi looked into the shed, and the people in the last row really covered their faces with black cloths, so he said, "No need, just ask this friend to have the courage to come out and face me, so let's save some face for him." Although Ling Fengzi was relieved on the surface, he was actually haunted by Xingyue Zhuoma's words in his heart, he was arrogant by nature, and he hated others for being disrespectful to him the most, let alone in such a public. He was determined not to waste time playing with the other party this time, and to win in the most decisive way, so that the little girl in Tubo would regret her disrespectful words.

Ling Fengzi pinched the sword trick in his hand, secretly lucky, Yan Wuwu stood the closest, heard the slight sound of the bones of his whole body, and knew that this blow would be like thunder. He was about to open his mouth to persuade him, but he saw Ling Fengzi and said, "I can only blame you for your bad luck." With that, he jumped up and threw his long sword into a white light, mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, and slashed down. Before the others fell, the stones and dead leaves on the ground had been forced by the sword qi and kept rolling.

Yan Wuwu knew that as soon as this move came out, the man slave would die, and blurted out: "Be merciful under the sword." ”

In the midst of everyone's screams, only a crisp sound was heard, and the gale dissipated. Ling Fengzi, who was dressed in white, lay motionless on the bluestone ground in the field, his life and death unknown.

The horseman held Ling Fengzi's long sword in one hand and stood quietly in place.

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