The next day, the sky was cloudy and cloudy.

There were several light rains in succession, and the air was fresh, but in Jiuxuan Mountain, due to several major battles, the vitality was disordered, and the weather was also unpredictable.

Chen Tianyuan, who had just arrived at Jiuxuan Mountain, looked at the other party from afar, tapped the folding fan in his hand, and said with a calm look: "Today, we will choose to bet on the state domain." In this battle, we have to bet on Yuezhou. ”

As soon as these words came out, among the people in the court, there was a middle-aged man who was shocked.

The name of Yuezhou Thorn History is Yu Daogu, and this person and Yanzhou Thorn Shi Ji Moyun are considered neutrals, and when they agreed to gamble before, these two people were not present.

Because they did not want to get involved in the dispute between the two sides, they deliberately absent themselves from the previous meeting, intending to be neutral. Unexpectedly, Emperor Tianxuan directly bet the assassins on the gambling table as bargaining chips, and Yu Daogu and Ji Moyun were no longer willing to participate in this big gamble.

In this process, because the strength of the imperial court was strong and the chances of winning were greater, Yu Daogu and Ji Moyun surrendered to Emperor Tianxuan and joined this side.

However, the previous choice still proves the unstable position of the two.

'Yu Daogu and Ji Moyun are both grass on the wall, if one dies, the other will definitely die and the fox will die, and with Fang Mingjing's example in front, the one who survives may follow Fang Mingjing's example in order to live······

Emperor Tianxuan saw the change in Yu Daogu's expression in his eyes, and in his heart, he had basically calculated the possible result, "Friend, even if you have such an advantage, you still do your best and don't give any loopholes." ’

So who will be the fighter?

Emperor Tianxuan's gaze wandered, and suddenly, he locked on one person.

And the man, at the same time, seemed to be aware of it, and stepped forward.

"Amitabha, the old Lingmen, come to teach you the best moves."

The old monk walked forward slowly, did not perform light skills, and did not show his vitality, just like an ordinary old monk, step by step forward.

Linglong Iron Brake Abbot Lingmen, Xuanti Realm Martial Cultivation, ranked fifth on the white list.

This arrangement is somewhat unexpected.

It was unexpected that the Lingmen would join halfway, and it was also unexpected that Xiao Baoyue and Qingying would not be allowed to fight today.

Is Qingying's injury too serious to play?

Or did Chen Tianyuan have other plans?

All kinds of thoughts suddenly appeared in Emperor Tianxuan's heart.

"Master Zhou, this battle is up to you." In the end, Emperor Tianxuan made the most appropriate arrangement so far.

- Send Zhou Ji to fight.

Zhou Ji, who is fourth on the white list, is on par with Lingmen in terms of strength, and even in Taishihou's comments, Zhou Ji still has to win.

Of course, it is not excluded that the other party has other means.

But in any case, this is much better than Xiao Baoyue or Qing Ying.

Emperor Tianxuan thought so, and Zhou Ji was even more confident of victory.

"Obey."

The master of the palace bowed and saluted, and then strode out of the battle without any delay.

If Xiao Baoyue comes, he Zhou Ji will still be cowardly, but this spiritual gate, the only one in the top five of the white list who survives by age?

Oh, the first person to sell the label.

Although there is no saying that the martial arts in this world are afraid of being young and strong, but the age difference is so big, and the realm is similar, this young side is indeed an advantage.

The Lingmen who is over one hundred and five years old has entered the twilight years, but he Zhou Ji is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the ranking is one place higher, if he has no confidence, then Zhou Ji should not practice martial arts, and study knowledge honestly.

Of course, confidence does not mean contempt, between the march, Zhou Ji's steps are like a wonderful rhythm, with an inexplicable rhythm, long sleeves fluttering, and the qi machine turns back and forth, summed up in one, turning into an overwhelming trend.

The Six Arts of Confucianism: Ming and Luan.

The master of the palace is based on the "Heaven and Man Induction Chapter", uses the martial arts of the six arts, and integrates the martial arts of Confucianism, and every gesture is the essence of Confucianism.

He Luan is the bell hung when the royal car, and the meaning of Ming and Luan is to keep the rhythm of driving, so that the two bells on the car sound consistently, so that they can go back and forth.

After turning into the martial arts, it not only becomes the rhythm of footwork, but also adjusts the qi to reorganize the strength of the body with steps, and turns the qi of the whole body into a strand.

Zhou Ji strode forward, every step out, the momentum became more and more majestic, halfway through, pure white and true Gang stepped into the sky, and the wind and clouds moved all their meaning.

"This martial art doesn't look like martial arts, but like practicing qi supernatural powers." Ye Weiyang, who was watching the battle, saw this scene and couldn't help but whisper in his heart.

[Confucianism is like benevolence and righteousness, Confucian benevolence and righteousness are false benevolence and false righteousness, and Confucianism is also false martial arts. However, this half-hearted method is helpful for people like you who cultivate both paths. The fluttering words in my heart said lightly.

When Ye Weiyang heard the words, he paid attention to it and did not let go of a little detail.

And in the battlefield, seeing that the Confucian sect was really overwhelming, the old monk of the Lingmen was still unimpressive, and he was moving forward unhurriedly like ordinary people.

The true gang in the sky fell like a monstrous wave, causing the earth to tremble, and the turbulent current instantly engulfed the old monk, and the gang qi was as vast as the sea, but it was denser than the sea, like countless fine sand pouring towards the old monk.

However, such a dense Gang Qi is unable to help the figure in the slightest, Zhou Ji sensed the qi, only to feel that the old monk's body is leaky, isolated from the inside and outside, no matter how dense Zhengang is poured and penetrated, it is impossible to enter the skin that reveals a pale golden color.

Even, the old monk's body is as steady as Mount Tai, and his movement is like a mountain, no matter how turbulent Zhengang is, he can't stop his steps.

'No leaks, no defects, this is no leakage of gold!' The monk is fierce! ’

Zhou Ji immediately sensed the clue, and made a decisive move with his palm, and the surging qi entered his body.

Heaven and man induct, absorb the qi of heaven and earth into the body, like a means of refining qi, and practice the method of martial arts.

Zhou Ji entered the body, stepped on it, his body was like a big bow, his arms were like sharp arrows, and the tide of Qi in front of him opened up like a divided sea, and suddenly, a little sharp light was already close to square inches.

"Amitabha."

The abbot of the Lingmen finally made a move, holding the purple gold bowl in one hand and blocking it in front of him, as if he should have been here, at the moment of lightning and flint, the sharp light in front of the bowl struck, and there was a loud sound of the bell.

"When—"

The majestic power erupted from one point, but it was all contained in the bowl, and the power of the strong power continued to reverberate in it, making the purple gold bowl continue to echo like a big bell.

In front of him, an iron pen struck the bowl.

The arrow of this sharp arrow is an iron pen.

Zhou Ji held the iron pen in his hand, and seeing that this surprise attack was not successful, he immediately turned around with his footwork, like dancing in the wind, and the iron pen in his hand was like a gun, pointing out tens of millions of cold light, but suddenly, the ten million cold lights seemed to turn into one and melt into a little starlight.

The six arts of Confucianism, the same application of the royal and the book, the speed of the change, and the fierceness of the offensive are all breathtaking.

But the abbot of the Lingmen is faster.

A round of fire suddenly lit up at the mouth of the heart, blazing like the sun, driven by the heat of the air, handing into a thousand arms, letting the cold light be ten thousand, there is always a bowl in front of it.

Garo Lou Controls the Sun!

Thousands of shadows collided with each other, and finally became one, but it was still the opposition of the pen and the bowl.

That hand and bowl are the heavenly mounds that block the front, which is difficult to cross.

This old monk is so strong!

Zhou Ji finally discovered this.

At this time, with the use of Garuda's method of controlling the sun, the abbot of Lingmen finally began to launch an offensive.

The spine is like a big dragon, twisting the strength of the body, turning the right arm into a claw, and the top of the cover goes down.

Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Righteous Law: Heavenly Dragon Claw!

Zhou Ji turned the iron pen, horizontal and vertical outline, a cross with Gang gas into shape, with the dragon claw, when the two touched, Zhen Gang surging out, with the majestic qi to resist the power of the dragon.

"Bang!"

The sound of wind and thunder sounded, and a force spread like thunder and lightning all over the iron pen, and even hit his arm, making Zhou Ji's five fingers feel numb.

Strength, too strong!

Even if it is to absorb qi into the body, it is not as good as this strong dragon claw, and the feeling like electricity is actually an illusion caused by the numbness of the palm of the hand.

This old monk ······

Without giving Zhou Ji extra time to think, the abbot of the Lingmen erupted with one majestic qi after another.

If there is a scorching sun in the heart, it is the method of controlling the sun in Jialuolou; The back is like a dragon, which is the Dharma of the mighty dragon; The surface of the body appears like dragon scales, and there are fine qi covered like snake scales, which is the Maharaja Sutra of Victory and Evil; The blood is like a rainbow, rushing straight out of the heavenly spirit, shaped like wolf smoke, which is the secret of the asura to break the obstacles; The throat chakra gradually moved, and the sound was like a heavenly drum, which was the sound of Jinnara Tianyin.

There are also the Gandharva Buddha Divine Exercises, the Vajra Yaksha Method, and finally the Sutra of Tsri that unifies all the merits.

The eight divine skills are all displayed in one body, and the thin figure of the old monk suddenly becomes plump, and the purple gold bowl in his hand turns, moving forward and striking horizontally, like moving mountains and moving mountains.

"Boom!"

The Confucian Sect Zhengang exploded, and was beaten like a tide by the majestic qi, Zhou Ji was like a heavy blow, and the Confucian robes on his body were torn, revealing the black intimate armor inside.

Streams of spiritual light appeared on the Xuanjia, combining into complex patterns, allowing it to resist external attacks, but Zhou Ji was still hit horizontally, shooting straight towards the mountains in the distance.

"Amitabha."

The abbot of the Lingmen recited a Buddha name, tearing the air and approaching like a shadow, and waves of qi exploded behind him, and a roar exploded.

He pursued him like lightning, slashing down with one palm, like a knife like a sword, it was a fusion of the Asura Pure Karma Sword and the Eight Great Swords of Yaksha.

"Bang!"

The Black Dragon Xuanjia is worthy of being a royal treasure, and it can be blocked with such a powerful blow, but the strong force contained in the palm knife still slammed Zhou Ji to the ground, knocking out a huge hole.

"Ben Hou has lost his eyes," Tai Shi Hou's eyes twitched slightly, looking at this scene and muttering, "This spiritual gate also cultivates all the eight divine skills of the Spirit Dragon Iron Brake, and it is not a superficial taste, but it goes hand in hand, and he even needs to spend a lot of time coordinating the exercises, so as to avoid conflicts between the exercises and bodies." It is no wonder that his progress is much slower than others, and it is no wonder that he has been practicing penance for many years to reach his current state. ”

This is clearly spending eight times as much time to cultivate a realm, which can no longer be described as half the effort, it is clearly eight and a half efforts.

It's too late, and the third is half of the yard, so it's two more.

We will continue to add more tomorrow.

(End of chapter)