While talking and laughing, Murong Longcheng's face was expressionless, but there were two wisps of sword qi in his eyes that burst out in an instant, and in an instant, they were like two wisps of white rainbows, shooting directly at the long-haired monk with his back to the person, and it flashed in the dim Hidden Scripture Pavilion, illuminating everyone's eyes.

However, this sword qi seems to be very sharp and spicy, and when it falls on the body of the long-haired monk, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, silently, and there is no trace of it in a blink of an eye, and the work it has done is just to lift a corner of the clothes.

But everyone present sensed an incomparable sword intent from the body of this long-haired monk, and they went straight up, with a posture of going straight into the green underworld and being higher than the sky.

This small scripture collection pavilion actually hides two world-class powerhouses with the best of the sword.

The long-haired monk turned around slowly, not caring at all about Shicai's sword qi, but smiled curiously: "Monk Jintai, regardless of whether the person surnamed Chen is true or not, you can tell me, Chen Tuan and that person argued, who won?" ”

As soon as this person's face was revealed, he saw that it was an ordinary face with an ordinary appearance, kind eyebrows and eyes.

But when you put this face and the torso of your hands and feet together, you can see that this man has become extraordinary.

What a natural sword bone.

Even Chen Zhuo's eyes were different.

Although this person's sword intent is restrained, but on the hair, there are hidden wisps of sword qi hanging down, and the edge is dark, as if it is dyed with a layer of faint light, swinging and spitting in the air, circulating and expanding, making people fearful.

What's even more amazing is that even under the skin and flesh, there is a shining brilliance, looming, like a divine sword hiding the edge, wanting to get out of the sheath.

It's like refining himself into a peerless, incomparably sharp sword.

The sweeping monk put down the broom, folded his hands and said: "According to the family teacher, when he woke up, the two of them were gone, and the black and white pieces on the chessboard seemed to be as complicated as stars, but suddenly there was wind and frost swept by, and the white and black sons all disappeared with the wind, and finally only half of the black seeds fell on Tianyuan." ”

"It's so good, I actually won half a move against Chen!"

The blue-robed scribe praised it with a smile.

Murong Longcheng's eyes turned, he suddenly looked at Chen Zhuo, and said coldly: "It seems that you already know, this kid is the person behind the scenes who attracted the rivers and lakes with the secret of the ascension of the day, unfortunately, he is also surnamed Chen." ”

"Oh?"

"Huh!"

"Interesting!"

"Amitabha!"

……

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as if they were all waiting for this sentence, they all looked at Chen Zhuo with meaningful eyes.

Ah Zi was uncomfortable by everyone, and he was still blushing when the long-haired monk said that he was inclined to the people next to him, but at this moment he was at a loss, and then looked at Chen Zhuo with a childish face next to him, and some people who didn't believe that this gentle-tempered young man would be the best player, and he was also the one who spread those treasure maps.

"Don't worry, it's okay!"

A chuckle suddenly fell into her ears, calm and powerful, and very clear.

Chen Zhuo took two steps with great interest, walked in front of Ah Zi, stopped everyone's eyes, and looked straight up.

Let's say that he took two steps, and a flame suddenly ignited in his white and smooth eyebrows, which was imprinted into a red mark in an instant, and there was a circle of red gold and red light around his eyes, and the whole person's breath changed greatly, as if he had turned from harmless to human and animal into a flood beast, a pair of knife eyes swept slightly, and everyone suddenly felt a chill in their necks, and the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion seemed to be cold.

The blue-robed scribe twitched his cheeks, pinched his teeth, and said in a strange voice: "Good guy, what kind of kung fu has this kid practiced, he has returned to pure yang and achieved such an extraordinary atmosphere!" ”

Chen Zhuo turned his head to look at the long-haired monk, looked at it for a while, and said, "Since your surname is Duan, you are probably the founding emperor of the Duan clan in Dali, Duan Siping?" ”

"It's you," he looked at the blue-robed scribe again, "forgive me for being lonely and unheard, I have never known about Your Excellency's prestige, but it doesn't matter, reputation or anything, it is all false to say that the sky is broken, and the martial arts rivers and lakes are not as real as strength and means." ”

Chen Zhuo's gas state has changed greatly at the moment, there is neither convergence nor warmth, his hands are behind his back, his seemingly thin body bones reveal an unimaginable arrogance and domineering, his black hair is windless and automatic, and his hands behind his back are constantly bending and stretching his fingers, as if he wants to hold them at any time, and a cloud of obscure golden light in his palms appears and disappears from time to time, like a big day.

Murong Longcheng had fought with him, and he was already suspicious, but now seeing this situation, he said with a strange expression: "Boy, shouldn't you really be someone surnamed Chen?" ”

The origins of everyone present are all traceable, except for Chen Zhuo, who is like a stone that pops out of a stone, how can people not doubt it.

Chen Zhuo stood with his hands in his hands, his cheeks bulged, his body suddenly swelled inch by inch, his voice sank, and he smiled indifferently: "Yes or no, don't you have a decision in your heart; Besides, this statement is meaningless, you know what you are thinking in your heart, win me, don't say anything miraculous, soar in the day, my life is yours...... How, is it enough to be happy? ”

The long-haired monk's eyes flashed again and again, he was surprised to hear and watch, and he stroked his palms and smiled: "Okay, just by saying this, it doesn't matter if you are the person surnamed Chen, yes, the old man is Duan Siping!" ”

"Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

Chen Zhuo whispered, his hands were already hanging by his sides, and at the same time as his body bones were raised, the originally cold Tibetan Scripture Pavilion actually warmed up at an extremely fast speed.

Looking at the crisp sound of the young man in front of him crackling all over his body, it was like lighting a string of artillery battles, and the eyes of several people did not feel strange and condensed.

No one spoke, no one spoke again, each according to one side, and the invisible qi machine had collided.

In the stalemate, just when the atmosphere was gradually becoming strange, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open a gap, and with a "creak", several figures flashed in, sneaky.

Seeing that there were people in the cabinet, several people were obviously stunned, but their reactions were also strange, and they did not retreat but advanced.

The first black man sneered: "Huh? A group of old immortals, with two children, dared to break into the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion and handed over the martial arts cheats to each other, and the uncle could spare your life, otherwise, you would all have to die. ”

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the cabinet immediately eased a lot.

Except for Ah Zi, all of you present are either the world's top masters or the world's strongest players, and they don't bother to bother at all when they see such a few low-end goods who are not long-eyed.

can see Ah Zi holding a few cheats in his hands, and several people's eyes lit up, and they immediately surrounded him.

"Stand behind me later."

Chen Zhuo's eyes had been staring at Duan Siping and Murong Longcheng from beginning to end.

He said this to Ah Zi.

"Why don't you speak? Dumb! ”

At this time, those people had already approached, and they raised their hands in a sneer, and they turned out to be all kung fu on the treasure map, but the moment they touched Chen Zhuo, the three figures instantly ignited for no reason, and a cluster of flames jumped up from their fingertips, igniting the whole body.

"Ahh

In the heart-rending screams, the three of them vomited flames, their blood boiled, and they didn't have time to fall down in the stumbling, and their bodies were scattered in the air as ashes, and the screams were all dispersed, leaving only three treasure maps to fall to the ground.

What a terrifying Yang True Qi.

The remaining two were so frightened that they fled with their belts, but no one paid any attention to them from beginning to end.

"In that case, I'm going to make a fool of myself!"

Chen Zhuo squinted his eyes, clenched his hands violently, clenched his fingers into fists, his arms rose vigorously, and the palm of his right hand immediately saw a ball of golden light blooming and brightening, piercing through his fingers and illuminating the wind and snow.

"Hahaha, ah!"

As soon as he stepped on his feet, his right fist was like a flip in the sky, and he slammed it upwards and threw a blow blatantly.

"Boom!"

In the wind and snow.

The monks of Shaolin Temple are discussing the matters of this conference, but they can listen to the thunderbolt on a sunny day, their faces have changed greatly, and they are busy hearing the sound and rushing out, waiting to take a closer look, but seeing the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the wind and snow, the entire pavilion top, instantly turned into a sky of powder, and scattered out of thin air.

The two people in the rivers and lakes ran out, their faces full of fear, and their souls were all rising, but they ran not far away, and suddenly stopped in place, their expressions froze, and when the wind blew, they were scattered into dust like sand between their fingers.

"Ahh

(End of chapter)