Small kindness and harmony, great kindness to protect the people's security

There are many people from outside Fengwu Mountain, some of them have appeared on the rivers and lakes in recent years, and some have disappeared directly in recent years, even if they report their names with the loudest voice, no one knows.

This river and lake is no longer the river and lake of their time, but the rivers and lakes still belong to them.

In Fengwu Mountain, there are only two people in the Open Heaven Realm, Qi Fengjia and the old Mu in the Demon Dao.

But outside Fengwu Mountain, I don't know how many people are eyeing that Nine Dragons Talisman again.

But those people remained outside the mountain after all, and they were like dormant tigers, quietly waiting for their prey to appear.

No one knows when there was a middle-aged gentleman on the mountain with an ordinary face who could not be recognized in the crowd, just as no one knew when there was a woman with a handmaid outside the mountain. As you can guess, they all have a common goal.

After the people in the Demon Dao got Qi Fengjia's approval, Lin Haotian had no choice but to agree. Moreover, they also have to participate in the Six Great Competitions. The reaction of the crowd to this incident is a little strange. The six major sects did not oppose it.

They did not object not because of the strength of Qi Fengjia and Lao Mu, but from the bottom of their hearts, they welcomed people from the Demon Dao to come to compete.

After years of fighting, many friends, even relatives and partners of each other have died at the hands of each other. The disciples of the Righteous Path think that the people in the Demon Path are cunning and treacherous, so their friends and relatives will die at their hands, but the people in the Demon Path think that these people are hypocritical and hypocritical, and if they were not deceived by these sanctimonious fellows like their brothers, they would not have suffered heavy losses.

The disciples on both sides, no one is convinced, on the one hand, the other party is a real villain, and on the other hand, they think that the other party is a hypocrite.

When the so-called enemies meet, they are very red-eyed. When they came to Fengwu Mountain, in front of everyone's eyes, both sides felt that the other party had no room for small tricks, so they both rubbed their hands and looked at each other with red eyes.

Seeing that the anger of both sides was about to be uncontrollable, Lin Haotian's heart moved, and he immediately said: "Tomorrow, first conduct a competition in the wild realm (little grandmaster), fellow Daoists of the Demon Dao, find a place to stay on the mountain by yourself!"

After that, Uncle Chen followed behind him and left, leaving behind a group of people from the two realms. Both sides looked at each other with red eyes, but no one moved.

The arrival of the Demon Dao made no difference to these sects that were observing the ceremony. The only difference is to tell the disciples under the sect, don't wander around at night.

Xu Chang'an, Li Daoyi, Ge Zhouyi and several people from small sects were crowded in a room, everyone was talking about what they had just seen, but the three of them were silent. Even Li Daoyi, who has always liked to be cheated and abducted, rarely kept his mouth shut.

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A rooster crowed, the sky was gray, and the cold wind brought a new day.

It's already winter, the snow in Tongzhou has been falling for a month or two, and Chang'an has long been white, only the southernmost part of the territory of the Holy Dynasty is just a gust of cold wind.

However, it seems that this year will be colder than usual, and it may not be long before a light snow is coming.

The bell rang, Lin Haotian was dressed in brocade clothes, and the gorgeous and valuable long sword on his back changed from being on his back when he first saw him for the first time to holding it in his hand, his eyes were like torches, and one hand was striking the huge and cumbersome bell.

Even if the Demon Dao disciples were unwilling, they hurried here at this time, and there was no trace of complaint in their hearts, but they were gearing up and fighting with great intent.

Xu Changan and the three of them naturally didn't want to miss such a good thing, there was a large small slope on one side of the Fengwu platform, and there were some stones on the slope, and from there, they could just see the scene on the Fengwu platform. That small slope was the viewing platform, and Xu Changan and others crowded into the crowd and looked down.

The two sides looked at each other coldly, if it weren't for the support of Lao Mu on one side, and Qi Fengjia on the other side. I'm afraid that the situation at this time will not be stable for Lin Haotian.

"Once you get into the ring, life or death doesn't matter!" Lin Haotian's eyes flashed with a cold glint and he suddenly said loudly.

In the usual competitions, it was "as soon as you get in the ring, you will stop at the point", Lin Haotian held a cluster of fire in his heart, and when he presided over it, all these moths came out.

Anyway, both sides have the Open Heaven Realm in charge, and if they want to make trouble, they simply let them go.

In fact, when he said this, he didn't say it to the people in the six major sects or the demon path, but to both sides. Generally speaking, the competition is carried out according to the way of drawing lots, eliminating half of the people at a time, playing one round and then the next round, until the last person remains, and the competition in this realm is over.

It is easier for people to remember that they are the first in the world, and they only need the first place, and the sect represented by the first place is qualified to stay in Fengwu Mountain for a longer period of time.

The list of participating disciples of the six major sects has already been reported, one person from Shushan, two from Qinglian Sword Sect, one person from Lingyin Temple, three people from Changshengguan, and four people from Reclining Buddha Temple and one person from Tiejian Mountain. A total of twelve disciples from the six major sects participated in the competition. On the Demon Dao side, three disciples were sent. This time, there were a total of fifteen disciples from the six major sects and demon path disciples, and according to the usual practice, one of the lots was a bye when the lottery was drawn.

"Fifteen people are not easy to smoke, so add this young pavilion master, it just so happens that I am also the little grandmaster of the wild realm!"

Lin Haotian sneered, these people can be said to have swept away his face in the past two days. Since this is the case, he will personally go down the field and raise his own prestige, and raise the prestige of the Sword Pavilion.

Hearing this decision, everyone was shocked, there had never been a precedent for the person serving the Sword Pavilion to end up in person. However, thinking about what happened yesterday, everyone understood the young pavilion master.

"The young pavilion master is very noble, and the sword has no eyes, if there is any damage, it will not be good. Qing Jiu clasped his hands, looked like he was watching a play, and sneered.

Lin Haotian glanced at Qing Jiu, he was not weak at all, and immediately fought back.

"The Holy Son of the Holy Mountain, Qing Jiu. If you are afraid, don't worry, I will immediately ask the disciples of the six major sects to show mercy, and if you don't see blood, you only cry!"

Hearing this, the people of the six major sects immediately burst out laughing. Qing Jiu's face was red and blue for a while, and finally he could only grit his teeth and flick his sleeves and say, "We'll see." "Then I went to talk to Shui Haosheng and the other two little grandmasters, if nothing else, it should be that this young pavilion master can't let him get out of the way, etc.

The people in the Demon Dao reported the names of the three disciples, and then Chen Bo took out the bamboo pieces and bamboo tubes that had been prepared long ago, and with a slight slide of his fingers, the names of the disciples appeared on the bamboo pieces, and then fell into the bamboo tubes.

After the name is engraved, it is time to draw lots.

The lottery is not difficult, Chen Bo let the bamboo tube with each person's name suspended in the air, and each participant went up to draw a lot, if he drew his own name, put it back. If someone else's name is drawn, Uncle Chen will let that person come out and take away the opponent's lot.

After the match, the loser's signature will be destroyed. In the second round, the return lottery will be drawn.

No one has any objections to the draw, after all, there is only one first place in the end, so even if the draw is good, if you want to come out on top, you will definitely not be able to avoid all strong opponents.

Even if the first round is over, what about the second round and the third round?

This is not an exam, nor is it a competition within the sect, and the second place will not receive praise and flowers.

The draw ended quickly.

Dong Pan didn't get his wish, he didn't meet Ye Qianshu, but met Shui Hatesheng; Ning Zhiyuan met Luo Tianlin from Tianyuan Lake; Ye Qianshu looked at the sign in his hand, looked at the wood, and smiled awkwardly; Tie Hao looked at Sesame; and Mung Bean smiled awkwardly at the monk of Lingyin Temple; as for the four of the Reclining Buddha Temple, they actually fought in the civil war; and the Netherworld of the Nine Secluded Caves met Lin Haotian, the young pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion.

Lin Haotian was very satisfied with this lottery, he glanced at the gloom shrouded in purple and brown robes, and smiled coldly.

The two of them don't say anything, at first glance, it looks like a bottomless black hole, but Lin Haotian is just the opposite, he is radiant, his eyes are bright, like a ray of sunshine.

The two glanced at each other, and then heard Chen Bo say in a loud voice: "After the grouping, which group will volunteer to compete first." Remember, once you've thrown in the towel, you can't do anything. ”

Although Uncle Chen said so, everyone knew what he implied in the next sentence.

"If you don't admit defeat, then life and death don't matter!"

As soon as the words fell, no one came out, and the entire Fengwutai fell into a short silence.

Uncle Chen glanced around, if none of the groups came out voluntarily, then he would have to take the roll call.

Just as he was about to speak, a loud Buddha sounded.

"Amitabha, since this is the case, the poor monk is one step ahead. The monk wearing the crescent white monk's robe walked out, looked at the mung bean wearing a broken robe, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and said, "Mung bean donor, let's compare the two first!"

Mung Bean smiled, shrugged his shoulders, said a casual word, and stood up.

"The poor monk Lingyin Temple knows good, and he has seen the mung bean bean. Zhishan bowed first and looked at the mung bean. If the opponent is muddy, the three brothers of Mung Bean are not afraid, but they are afraid of encountering this kind of opponent.

He scratched his head, feeling a little uncomfortable, and then said, "Hello, little master." "The three of them are extremely high-level, so it is most appropriate to shout like this.

Zhishan and Zhiyi are of the same generation, strictly speaking, he and the current Master of Xuyun are of the same generation, but they are younger. Master Xuyun was originally also a generation of "knowledge", but because he had survived a catastrophe, he changed his legal name to Xuyun.

"That'...... Let's do it!" Mung Bean said with some embarrassment.

"Master said that you are not allowed to fight with a respected monk, but if I don't fight today, I will definitely be laughed at by Sesame and Wood. He looked embarrassed.

Zhishan looked at him and smiled.

"Mung bean donor, does it matter if you win or lose?"

"I don't know. Mung Bean shook his head, but after thinking about it, he asked rhetorically, "Then do you think it is important to win or lose?" Zhishan also shook his head and replied to the three words he had just said.

The people around were stunned for a while, and they didn't understand what these two people were doing.

The Demon Dao disciple was puzzled at first, and then let out a burst of laughter.

Zhishan shook his head, sat on the spot, and recited the scriptures in his mouth, and suddenly those demon disciples who made a burst of laughter immediately covered their heads and rolled on the ground.

In addition, Hong Yuan immediately reacted, and with a light drink, Zhishan stopped chanting, and those demon disciples also recovered immediately, and they no longer dared to laugh at this monk who looked kind.

"It's better to be quieter. Zhishan said lightly, and then turned to mung beans.

"Since the donor doesn't know that winning or losing doesn't matter, why don't you admit defeat?"

Mung Bean looked at him and asked rhetorically, "Why doesn't the little master admit defeat?"

Zhishan looked at this Taoist priest who had always refused to answer him directly, so he asked directly: "Although I am a Dharma name, I know goodness, can the mung bean bean bean donor know what is good?"

"You know the good name, and you still ask me?" Mung Bean asked rhetorically. However, he still honestly expressed his opinion: "Small kindness and harmony, great kindness to protect the people's security." ”

"Good. Zhishan replied with a word, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Is the benefactor a great good or a small good? ”

Mung Bean finally knew what this monk was going to do, he just wanted to ask for a promise to himself, so he said directly: "I'm a big man, I may not be able to do small things well, but big things are okay." After speaking, he bowed slightly to Zhishan and said, "Thank you, little master, for making it complete." ”

Zhishan nodded, looked at Uncle Chen, and his voice was loud.

In this battle, the little monk admits defeat. ”

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the phalanx of Lingyin Temple.

The six major sects originally occupied one side, but now there is one more demon path, and the circle is getting bigger and bigger, but it is still the right path on their own side, and the demon path is together.

He walked over with light steps and without hurry, and Master Xuyun glanced at him and nodded appreciatively.

Mung Bean smiled innocently, scratched his head, and walked back to the corner of the concept of immortality, although there were only three of them.

Tie Hao is strong, as strong as a bear cub in the north, and his skin is also a little dark, looking like a simple child.

He glanced at Zhishan and walked out as well.

Sesame glanced at him, picked up the iron sword in his hand, and walked out.

"Brother Tie is good. ”

Today's wind is a little cold, but standing in front of Tie Hao is like standing in front of a furnace, and the furnace also has a bellows, a refining furnace that is alive.

"I won't fight with you!" Tie Hao said angrily.

"Then you admit defeat!" Sesame said directly, he didn't look at Zhishan, and no one looked at Zhishan.

There is still a difference between admitting defeat and giving in, even if Zhishan can make the Demon Dao disciples have a headache when he sits down and recites the scriptures just now, he knows that even if he wins, he will have to go through a hard battle.

"I don't fight with you!" Tie Hao is like an angry bear child, quite a bit of a trick.

"Then you admit defeat!"

"Don't recognize it!" Tie Hao gasped.

If it was just now, the Demon Dao disciple would definitely laugh, and the righteous path disciple would have such a demeanor, it was simply ridiculous.

"Then what are you going to do?" Sesame was a little helpless. "I'll accompany you whatever you want, but stop bickering here, there's no point. ”

Tie Hao thought for a while, and said directly: "What you said, you are more than anything else, then we will compare refining weapons!"

When Sesame heard this, her face immediately turned red, but she did say it just now, and she was more than anything. But this refining weapon is the strength of the Iron Sword Sect, in addition to the famous weapons inherited from ancient times, more than half of the famous swords and guns in this world are from the Iron Sword Sect. Besides, their master and apprentice will even blame each other for lighting a fire and cooking, not to mention the hard work of refining weapons.

He sighed, his face calmed down a little, and he could only say: "I am not as good as you in refining, ......but before the word "but" was finished, Tie Hao bared his teeth, and said with a hint of cunning in his eyes: "I am not as good as you in that fight, admit defeat!" After speaking, he walked back

Iron Sword Mountain, leaving the sesame seeds to stay in place.

After a while, Sesame came to her senses and went back with her long sword.

"This guy has to force me to admit that he is not as good as him, not like words. ”

Mung Bean and Mu covered their mouths and smiled when they saw the deflated junior brother.

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Both battles were won without a fight, and it felt a little boring.

Seeing that the scene was a little deserted, two monks wearing yellow monk's robes stood up.

"Since you feel a little dull, let's have a game first. ”

The two monks went to the scene, and at this time there was finally no concession.

In the end, a monk who was more face-to-face won, because the Reclining Buddha Temple has been more inclined to accumulate wealth over the years, and many sects disdain to associate with it, so many people don't know these two monks.

This battle was filled with yellow light, which was not exciting, but it also dispelled the dullness just now.

After the two competed, Dong Pan took a deep breath and stood up, he looked at the water hater in the demon path camp.

He has always regarded Ye Qianshu as a great enemy, and he wants to compete with Ye Qianshu, but this time he hesitates to mix with the Demon Dao, and it is good to meet the water hatred that is as famous as Ye Qianshu, and he can also take this opportunity to see his strength.

Seeing this group, everyone's spirits were shocked.

In the battle of righteousness and demons, there would never be concessions, and if it weren't for Ning Zhiyuan's sudden rise, this Dong Pan would be the eldest disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect, and he would have left a great reputation in the rivers and lakes.

Expressionless, Shui Hate stood up, holding a short knife in his hand.

Dong Pan nodded at him, and suddenly the blue light was filled, and the sword qi was horizontal. Shui hatsheng didn't say much, he seemed to merge with the short knife, turning into a black mist, and the blue light was entwined.

"Lotus Blossom!" Dong Pan suddenly shouted, and those green lights immediately retracted and turned into a huge lotus flower, standing in the middle of the field, the light flowing, as if returning to summer. A lotus flower, Yingying stands in the field, swaying slightly with the wind.

Dong Pan's whole body trembled, after the entanglement just now, there was already a lot of blood stained on the white robe, and his face was a little pale, and now he forcibly used this blow, his hands kept trembling, and he seemed to be a little unable to hold the long sword.

"Bloom!" he continued.

The lotus flower suddenly dispersed, first scattering in all directions, and then countless sword qi gave courage to the water hatred.

Shui Yusheng's face was solemn, and in the entanglement just now, a small scratch was left on his face, and blood oozed out at this time.

He touched his face, and then the short knife crossed his chest, and a round black mist suddenly appeared in front of him. The black mist seemed to turn into an evil dragon, roaring incessantly, and those cyan sword qi attacked, and it opened its huge mouth and swallowed it all.

The cyan sword qi seemed to be endless, and Shui Yusheng only felt a tightness in his chest, and there was a sweet smell in his mouth, so he forcibly held back.

He lowered his head and pushed forward with his long knife in both hands, blocking the attack of the cyan sword qi.

The green tendons on Shui Hatesheng's hands burst out, and in just an instant, the green tendons turned blood-red.

"Whew!" Whether it was a person watching the ceremony or a disciple, they didn't dare to make a sound, and at this time, I don't know where this "whew" came from.

The cyan sword qi dissipated suddenly, and Shui Qisheng raised his head to take a look, only to see Dong Pan bleeding from his seven orifices at this time, and there was also blood flowing out of the tiger's mouth, and the blood flowed down his hand and fell to the ground little by little along the tip of the sword.

Ning Zhiyuan was about to come out to help the crumbling Dong Pan, he stood in the cold wind, as if he was going to fall down at any time, and the blood on the ground fainted, as if it had turned into a red lotus on the ground. He still stubbornly stretched out his hand backwards, stopping Ning Zhiyuan, who wanted to help him.

At this time, he remembered the young man who had obtained the Red Lotus inheritance in the first place, and before he left, he left a few pieces of paper. The thing on the paper, he knew at a glance that it was the Qinglian Sword Technique, the part that he couldn't get rid of. But he couldn't read the last piece of paper.

At this time, he raised his head and smiled at the water hate.

A red glow faintly appeared on his hand, and Shui Hatsheng took half a step back. But in the next moment, Dong Pan fell straight back.

At that moment just now, Shui Qisheng felt a mortal threat.

Except for Pei Changkong, no one in the audience noticed Dong Pan's palm, and no one noticed the red light that was about to appear.

Pei Changkong jumped up, picked up Dong Pan and returned.

The result does not need to be announced, it is clear that he sighed.

In one era, there were two inheritors of the Red Lotus, I really don't know if it's good or bad!

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There were cheers from the demon path, but no one dared to ridicule Dong Pan.

The disciples of the small sect on the viewing platform all looked at the two of them with envy, and even some elders felt incredible.

is obviously a little grandmaster, but he fights like a grandmaster.

The cheers and whispers wrinkled, Lin Tianhao stretched out his hand and pressed down, and suddenly the noise quieted down.

"Next game, I'll come. With a confident face, he looked at the shadow of the Nine Caves, the boy hidden in the purple-brown robe.

He walked into the middle of the field with the long sword, the weapon of the Netherworld was a short club, with beads inlaid at both ends, and there seemed to be smoke swirling in the dark green beads, which looked a little demonic.

"Within three swords, you will be defeated!"

Lin Haotian said lightly.

A strange smile tugged at the corner of Nether's mouth, and he stretched out his robe, holding the beaded stick in his hand and handing it forward.

"Bang".

I saw a flash of light, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Too weak!"

Most people didn't understand what was happening, but they saw that Netherworld's robes were torn, and there was a wound in the abdomen, and red blood soaked in the black robes, making them even darker.

And a blood mark also appeared on his already white face.

Lin Tianhao, who was opposite him, was still the same as just now, with his long sword in his sheath.

"The heirs of the Sword Pavilion really live up to their reputation, this sword drawing and slashing is so skillful, we lost this battle. Guo Hongyuan immediately stood up and said directly.

He glanced at the unconvinced Netherworld, brought him back, and handed him over to the elders of the Nine Nether Caves.

At this time, the audience was silent.

Almost no one saw how the sword came out and how it returned. I just saw that light appear instantly, and then dissipate!

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