Among the Chunyang people, Liu Mengyang turned half of his body and whispered something to Li Wusheng.

After Li Wusheng heard this, he still said with a face like a flat lake: "It turned out to be a distant guest who came across the ocean, and I do have this classic book in my Chunyang Palace. ”

Zhuo Fengming was confused, ignoring the words of everyone around him and reminded: "Senior brother, when did I have this book in Chunyang?" ”

Li Wusheng stretched out his palm and tapped it, signaling him to stop, and then continued: "It's just that since it has fallen into the hands of others, there are always some conditions for returning it. ”

Listening to Feng Du's words, Fujiwara Hiroji thought about it, and in the face of his reversing black and white words, this old way was not even exposed, so he simply followed Li Wusheng's words and asked, "I don't know what the conditions are?" ”

Li Wusheng said even more kindly: "Why don't we compete three times on both sides, if Your Excellency's side wins, Poor Dao will return the classics, how about it?" ”

Fujiwara Hiroji's pupils shrank imperceptibly, and he came to Chunyang today, firstly, because the spies who stole the classics that day were found by the disciples of Chunyang and died in the scripture building, so he could only try his best to get the "Founding Classics", and secondly, it was also to test the strength of his head, otherwise it would be delusional just to bring these more than 20 people to attack.

Therefore, before going up the mountain, he thought about agreeing to compete with the other party, which happened to coincide with Li Wangsheng, but he didn't delve into Li Wangsheng's strange reaction.

Turning around, Fujiwara Hirotsugu muttered in his mouth, and Feng Du said: "This is very good, then please ask the seniors to choose someone to fight first." ”

Li Wusheng called: "Mengyang, come and show me how you have made in the past few years." ”

Behind him, Liu Mengyang bowed his head and said, "Yes, senior brother." With that, he took three steps forward and stood still.

Fujiwara Hiroji made a gesture, and a man in black walked out from behind him, bowing his arms close to his back and saluting, this person had no name or surname, only the code name Ghost Shadow II, his whole body was covered by black cloth, leaving only his eyes out.

Everyone stepped back and left a large open space for the two of them in the square.

Liu Mengyang shook his long sword out of the sheath and pushed his hand and said, "Please." ”

Ghost Shadow II pulled out his weapon behind him, and without superfluous movements, he rushed straight at Liu Mengyang like lightning, slashing at the other party, unlike the long sword used by the rest of the black-clothed people, what he was holding was a single-edged short knife that was only two feet long.

Liu Mengyang was still bowing slightly and looking at the ground with his eyes, but when he looked up, he saw that the ghost shadow two blades were approaching him, and in a hurry, he could only barely block the sword horizontally.

He has lived in the mountain gate since he was a child, and rarely goes down the mountain, even if he is preached by Li Wusheng himself, he is only fighting against the brothers around him.

Ghost Shadow II got the first opportunity, the short knife was close to the ghost, and the offensive was like a tide, not giving the other party a chance to breathe.

With such thirty or fifty moves, Liu Mengyang barely resisted, and the decline was already shown. Although this person's internal strength cultivation is not much different from Liu Mengyang's, his moves are extremely weird, where has Liu Mengyang seen such a way, and his shots are becoming more and more flustered.

With the rapid attack, Ghost Shadow II saw the opportunity to stab Liu Mengyang in the heart, and just as the tip of the knife was about to pierce in, Fujiwara Hiroji stopped it from behind in time, and Ghost Shadow II was able to retract his strength, and the tip of the knife stopped in front of his chest.

The short knife was sheathed, and the ghost shadow disappeared among the black-clothed people, as if nothing had happened, while Liu Mengyang gasped.

I didn't see Li Wusheng have the slightest emotion, and said: "Come back, Mengyang, his cultivation is not better than yours, and his moves are also mediocre, and he only wins easily with the method of fighting for his life with one hand." After this, go down the mountain and go through the training. ”

Liu Mengyang lowered his head and responded: "Yes, senior brother in charge." He also knew that this was a test for his senior brother, but the matter had come to this point, and he was even more disgraced, and as one of the seven sons of Pure Yang, he was really embarrassed.

Jiang Zhexian stepped forward and said, "Real person, this is even if we win the game, right?" I wonder who will come next? ”

Li Wusheng looked sideways at Yu Rui, but Zhuo Fengming behind him spoke first: "Senior brother, I'm here to fight, this kid doesn't look very old, and he is definitely not my opponent." Without waiting for Li Wangsheng to respond, he stepped forward and stood opposite Jiang Zhexian.

The long sword was unsheathed, Zhuo Fengming bowed his hand, and because of Liu Mengyang's previous experience, he concentrated on gathering his spirit.

Jiang Zhexian leaned forward and bowed, his body was very flexible. This Siamese prince is much more polite than the people of Dongying, Zhuo Fengming thought to himself.

And at such a distracted moment, Jiang Zhexian's body suddenly probed forward strangely like a poisonous snake hunting, and he threw out a long sword to attack Zhuo Fengming.

This action was extremely unexpected, but fortunately, Zhuo Fengming had a lot of experience, and he would not fall into passivity like Liu Mengyang.

In the blink of an eye, he took out his sword to meet the opponent's blade, and the touch of metal collision came from the collision of the two blades, and the long sword in Jiang Zhexian's hand suddenly bent and wrapped around the long sword in Zhuo Fengming's hand from the place where they intersected.

Zhuo Fengming was shocked in his heart, what he used was actually a soft sword that was divided into countless sections.

And Jiang Zhexian still kept rushing forward, his left hand reached out and grabbed Zhuo Fengming's shoulder like a poisonous snake, this claw was extremely ruthless, and almost half a finger penetrated into the muscles and flesh of his clothes.

Zhuo Fengming bared his teeth in pain, and at the same time, the purple on his originally brown and black cheeks was abundant, and the protective qi was faint. Seeing that the other party didn't look very old, he finally had a careless mind.

Without waiting for him to grab Jiang Zhexian's arm, the other party's left hand was withdrawn in time, and at the same time, the wrist of his right hand trembled sharply, and the soft sword in his hand faded like this, and the two 'gurgling' sounds turned back into a stiff long sword and stabbed at Zhuo Fengming.

His two moves can not be described as not ruthless, others will be a little careless will be this sword sometimes hard and sometimes soft, over the years relying on this move has killed many masters of the same cultivation.

Zhuo Fengming slashed it again, he thought that the other party was still a soft sword, this sword only sought to be fast but lost its strength, the blades collided with each other and made a 'ding' sound, the opponent's long sword only slightly deflected a little direction, Zhuo Fengming secretly screamed that it was not good, and urgently used his whole body to suppress it, and finally made the tip of his sword turn, and stabbed it, but the robe on his waist was still cut by the blade.

Zhuo Fengming's eyebrows widened, although this person's cultivation was slightly inferior, his strange body and weapons were really unpredictable, so even if he was annoyed, he still gave priority to guarding the emperor for the time being.

In this way, as Zhuo Fengming gradually adapted to this soft sword, he gradually spread his hands and feet.

Don't look at Jiang Zhexian, he is tall and powerful, but his martial arts moves are extraordinarily charming, his body is soft and boneless, and his actions are as unpredictable as a soft sword.

Siam originated from the southeast barbarian land, hundreds of years ago took advantage of the chaos of the Five Immortals to enter Zhongzhou, its state religion is Mahayana Buddhism, which belongs to a different branch from the local Buddhism of Zhongzhou, and the Esoteric Buddhism where the old monk is located belongs to one of the smaller branches of Mahayana Buddhism.

In Mahayana Buddhism, there is a martial art called Yoga Tantra, which can only be practiced by the princes of Siam because of its special cultivation conditions. It is divided into four stages, with Jiang Zhexian's initial internal cultivation of the eighth layer, which is in the third stage, which is called the supreme yoga tantra, and if you want to reach the deepest level of supreme yoga tantra, you need to cultivate at the ninth level or even deeper.

Zhuo Fengming's robe was cut, and he lost face, this will have used all his strength, his face is purple, the long sword in his hand is glowing with blue and purple sword, the sword body is soft and twisted, and it seems to have become a soft belt, which is the seventy-two moves of the Pure Yang Sect 'Finger Twisting Soft Sword'.

Facing Jiang Zhexian's soft sword, Zhuo Fengming also responded with this move, but compared to the special forging of the opponent's weapon material, this move 'finger twisting soft sword' used strong internal force to bend the blade, making the sword move flickering and erratic.