A sword strikes tricks, and people's hearts are settled.

After a brief moment of bewilderment, the crowd cheered.

Many people began to inquire about the sacredness of this young man who walked with a sword and slashed with a sword.

The head of Huashan, the reputation of Shaofu Junyue is not a group, and it has been thoroughly spread.

After this time, along with these people from all walks of life who came to participate in the martial arts conference, Yue Buqun's name will definitely be famous all over the world.

This is not the most difficult trick that Yue Buqun has ever killed, but it is the most open and credible one.

In the past, the results were only spread in one side, and after they were spread, they were seriously distorted, and there were fewer and fewer people who believed in them.

The Shaolin monks looked at this situation, although they were unhappy, but they were helpless.

No one wants to set up a stage to sing for others, but the evil is too difficult, even if Shaolin kills it, how many masters will be lost, and how much vitality will be lost?

Not worth it!

It's better to give up the stage to Yue Buqun.

Left and right, Shaolin is not completely useless.

The government spies who were mixed in the crowd also quickly recorded Yue Buqun's performance, and soon after, they would fly pigeons to pass the book back to the capital.

is still that meaning, Yue Buqun's previous performance, no matter how dazzling and outstanding, without a credible record, even if it is transmitted back to the capital, the Son of Heaven and the princes above the court will not believe it, at least not completely.

This is not Yue Buqun's problem, but the problem of the entire situation.

In order to take the opportunity to ask for credit, what kind of lies can't be told by some local officials, and what kind of cowhide can't be blown?

Compared with the boasting of those officials, Yue Buqun's previous performance in Mount Tai and Dengfeng City was completely like a child's play.

Although he slashed the evil with a sword and his prestige soared, Yue Buqun frowned, turned to Shaolin abbot Fang Zheng and said, "Master Fang Zheng! The strangeness of this evil cannot be ignored, and I am worried that there is a hidden evil among us. ”

Fang Zheng said: "What Master Yue said, but is it the most treacherous of the three evils? ”

Yue Buqun nodded and said: "But this is the case, in recent days, there have been a series of strange things under Dengfeng City, if it is not for the trickery, it is difficult to have a second explanation." ”

Before Fang Zheng could speak, a great monk beside him sneered: "What does Master Yue mean, does it mean that there are many tricks to lead these evil spirits to death?" Or do you Yue Buqun really think that without you Shaofujun, we won't be able to kill the evil spirit? can only passively become a ghost under this treacherous abuse? ”

"The so-called three kinds of evil are the source of them, they are all just spread by you Yue Buqun and people to Mount Tai, whether it is true or false, who can prove it?"

"How can I know that this is not your deliberate alarmism?"

The great monk's words were fierce and extremely angry.

Obviously, it also represents the voice of some Shaolin monks.

Yue Buqun didn't argue, just arched his hand, and was about to retreat to the side.

At this time, on such an occasion, this great monk was determined to mess around, and the more Yue Buqun argued with him, the more he seemed to be unstylish, and the more he was not up to grade.

If Yue Buqun is really a young man in his early twenties, I'm afraid he won't really be fooled.

Fang Zheng waved his hand and said, "Senior Brother Fang Ming! Don't be angry! ”

"Master Yue is also planning for the world, how can he be so arrogant? If you don't apologize to Master Yue quickly, after today, you will go to the Discipline Hall to receive the punishment. ”

Although the great monk still had anger on his face, he folded his hands and apologized to Yue Buqun.

Then he stepped aside and looked at Yue Buqun with wide eyes.

It seems that it is just because the Shaolin monks have died a lot, but the greatest credit goes to Yue Buqun, and he is dissatisfied.

Yue Buqun looked at it coldly, knowing the calculations involved.

Fang Zheng's move seems to be impartial and fair.

But what he wants is justice.

Fang Ming's provocation and nonsense seemed to be both brainless and indecent, completely lacking the compassion and humility of a monk, and he seemed full of anger.

In fact, it not only broke the huge influence of Yue Buqun's short-term formation, but also took the opportunity to brush a wave of prestige for Fang Zheng, the abbot of Shaolin.

When Fang Zheng put on a fair posture to make a judgment, his invisible status was raised above Yue Buqun.

When the people present spoke in the future, those who were not present in person would have misunderstood the rumors when they heard the rumors.

Shaolin is still Shaolin, even if it is the Shaofu Jun who destroys demons with the sword, he must be controlled and mediated by Shaolin, and he is under it.

That's the wrist.

And the vast majority of people in the rivers and lakes can't see it at all.

will only think that Master Fang Zheng is fair and transparent, and he is a monk with great virtue.

The flies camp and the dogs are just for the sake of some false fame on the rivers and lakes.

This Shaolin Buddha Land is just an alternative Vanity Fair.

Yue Buqun smiled contemptuously, turned around and walked back to the Huashan station, and he was greeted by those Sword Sect disciples, whose eyes were shocked.

"Okay, practice internal skills, you can too!" Yue Buqun said softly.

Cheng Buxian subconsciously asked: "If the internal strength is achieved, can you really resist the sword?" Yue··· Senior Brother Yue! ”

"With the sword of qi, how can you lie to it?" Yue Buqun said.

The eyes of many Huashan disciples lit up.

At this moment, they only had one sentence in their hearts: "Senior Brother Yue, we all want to practice qi too!" ”

The progress of the cultivation of internal strength is slow, and the effect is not as obvious as that of swordsmanship cultivation?

It's the old calendar!

If you practice swordsmanship alone, can you resist the sword?

Apparently not.

Then why don't you hurry up and cultivate internal strength?

Only running towards this goal, these disciples of the Sword Sect changed their doors from the bottom of their hearts.

Feng Qingyang glanced at Yue Buqun and did not pierce Yue Buqun.

Some time ago, Feng Qingyang also licked his old face and asked Yue Buqun for advice on the art of the sword.

Yue Buqun didn't hide it, and the mysteries were known one by one.

It's just that Feng Qingyang's internal strength is far inferior to Yue Buqun, and he doesn't have a sword in his hand, so he has no effect after practicing for a few days, but it is better to hold a sword in his hand, and come neatly and simply.

"Mrs. Yin! Why do you think this two-hearted trick came from? Yue Buqun asked Yang Burepentant.

Yang Buregret was also puzzled.

Those treacherous spirits that haunted near Songshan Mountain before were to create a terrifying atmosphere.

But this two-hearted head went directly to the home field of the martial arts conference, and obviously he really came to give people away.

It doesn't make sense.

The wicked way of thinking is different from that of people.

But they have thoughts, not stupid and ignorant dead things.

There is one thing that Fang Ming is not wrong.

There are so many martial arts masters present, even if there is really no Yue Buqun, there is a way to kill these two people after all.

The joint efforts of all people to tear the nail membrane of these two tricks are the evidence.

"What's wrong!"

"What's that?"

"What a thick fog! How can it fog up? ”

At the very edge of the venue, a chaotic sound could be heard.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Dongfang Bai leading a group of people from the Sun and Moon God Sect, as well as many rivers and lakes, to run out of the mountains and forests.

And behind them, an even thicker fog followed.

"It's a Demon Cultist!"

"What are these demons doing?"

"Aren't those Miao Jiang's Gu miasma?"

The righteous sects are all tense.

It's just that the two ways of good and evil collide and fight together.

A thick fog completely covered everyone.

At the same time, faintly, babbling songs came from a very distant place.

It's like passing through layers of water, and then arriving at the deepest dream in people's hearts.

"Those who are masters of heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things, the people of time, and the passers-by of a hundred generations. And floating like a dream, for the joy of geony?"

The singing voice is ethereal and gradually clear.

Then the dense fog in front of me was also peeled off layer by layer, as if the curtain in front of me was cleared.