The applause around was endless, and the disciples of each family were very interested, and many monks took the initiative to ask their teachers to show their own Taoism.

Somehow, this exchange meeting also has a bit of Taoist exchange.

There are Dao Cheng disciples who hurriedly recite the incantation and urge the Thunder God Method, and they really split a faint arc of electricity.

There are also young Taoist priests who recite songs, attracting Haoran righteousness, and then drifting back to make people confused;

There are also people on the ground, with a small pennant to set up a maze, showing many visions, although at this time has not been able to fully exert the power of the formation, but has already eaten through the way and reason of the operation of this maze.

Wang Sheng didn't feel much when he saw this, he was mostly looking at these Taoists around him, and he had a vague impression, which proved that he was a big 'master' in the future.

The senior sister next to her was full of interest, and from time to time she let out 'oh' and 'oh' exclamations, and she did not hesitate to applaud when she should applaud, but she had no nervousness about her upcoming stage.

"Senior sister, do you want to go up this time?" Wang Sheng asked softly beside him.

Mu Wanxuan blinked, with a bit of eagerness in her eyes.

Wang Sheng said with a smile: "Listen to Uncle Shi's arrangement, if you don't need us to do it, we should just come here for free travel." ”

Mu Wanxuan suddenly chuckled and nodded, and after understanding what her junior brother meant, she dispelled the idea of taking the initiative to go up and perform the Bagua technique of the next two yi, and continued to watch the various magical Taoist techniques in the field.

Li Shiwu, the leader of Wudang, knew that he couldn't cultivate, so when he sat in front of the hall, he sat a little remotely, and he couldn't speak.

Simply, the foreign affairs chief of Wudang Mountain waited for almost all the mountains and gates to appear before he got up and said: "I, Wudang, will also show my Taoism." ”

Here, the two long-awaited Dao Masters immediately turned to look at the six disciples behind them, and it seemed that they had already prepared for Meng Hong and Zhou Yinglong to appear on the stage to show the Dao method of Wudang Dao Cheng.

Meng Hong is on the left, Zhou Yinglong is on the right, Meng Hong's hands are empty, and Zhou Yinglong is holding a sword.

Under the gaze of more than 20 Dao masters and their respective disciples, the two of them were inevitably a little nervous, and Li Shiwu's words added a bit of burden to them.

The two of them wanted to shoot in turn, Meng Hong first slowly pulled away the posture, it seemed to be the Tai Chi boxing that could be seen everywhere, but between the gestures, wisps of heaven and earth vitality followed, and the palm seemed to contain a faint white light.

Fifth, recruit the momentum, and stop at a shallow taste.

Meng Hong's hands slowly pressed down, and streams of pure heaven and earth vitality swirled around him for a while, half of them belonged to him, and most of them dissipated.

The rhyme of the two instruments, although not obvious, is indeed exquisite, and the Taoist inheritance can't find any shortcomings.

A few Taoist leaders still applauded lightly, which could be regarded as giving face.

However, after Zhou Yinglong performed the starting style of the Taiyi Sword Technique, there were a few somewhat harsh words from the crowd:

"The Wudang sword is indeed exquisite, but what everyone is revealing today is the Dao method, the sword technique or something, something is not appropriate. ”

"Wudang doesn't have the method of the sword? Oh, by the way, the way of the sword is the secret of several immortal mountains in Shuzhong, before the heaven and earth had no vitality, Wudang will not look down on the so-called method of the sword. ”

The burr-headed little Taoist priest lying on the bench spoke again, but this time he didn't hide his location and voice, and greeted there: "Don't talk nonsense about the two in front, be careful that this senior brother of Wudang urges out three thousand sword qi with one sword, and can say it in seconds." ”

These words were a bit heart-wrenching, and the young Taoist priests around him suddenly laughed, and most of those Taoist priests were silent with a smile.

Although there are also sects that are close to Wudang Mountain, or have a similar number of roads, they also want to stand up and argue a few words at this time, but they don't know how to refute for a while.

Zhou Yinglong's mood was suddenly broken, his hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and his eyes kept looking for the surrounding crowd, as if he wanted to find out the people who said cool words.

Seeing this, Wang Sheng frowned slightly, didn't look back, and easily pressed Senior Sister Yao's arm, got up and walked towards Zhou Yinglong.

If he had been a little slower by half a second, the not far from here would have been around by this time

"Which Tao is in the dark!"

"Senior Brother Zhou," Wang Sheng's voice cut off Zhou Yinglong's shouting and scolding in time.

Wang Sheng gently patted Zhou Yinglong's shoulder and said in a low voice, "I'll come." ”

Zhou Yinglong turned around and glanced at Wang Sheng, as if he was infected by Wang Sheng's state of mind, and his anger dropped by half.

This Senior Brother Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, held the sword in his hand to Wang Sheng, and said in a low voice: "There is Senior Brother Lao, it is a shame for my brother to give Wudang." ”

"What is this that Senior Brother is talking about?" Wang Sheng's voice was not hurried or slow, but it spread steadily throughout the field, making many sleepy old Taoist elders shine in their eyes.

The effort to amplify the sound is not difficult, but the difficulty is like a breeze coming slowly, which makes people feel abrupt.

This can only be done if the true yuan is extremely pure, at least the spiritual thoughts of the late stage of concentration and the support of one's own calm and waveless state of mind.

Wang Sheng said leisurely: "Senior brother's sword technique is introverted, so some mortals don't know it, and it just so happens that I have some fancy sword styles, which are just right to demonstrate." ”

Zhou Yinglong chuckled, his smile was inevitably a little bitter, but he didn't say much, turned around and left.

The surrounding eyes looked at Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng took a breath lightly, stabilized his mood, and then slowly closed his eyes.

He was annoyed by what these people said, 'swordsmanship is not Taoism', and he didn't want his senior sister to stand up and be pointed at and squeezed by others.

Therefore, standing here and facing these hundreds of eyes.

Calm and calm, his breath was gentle, just like he practiced swords on the mountain on weekdays, but the navy blue robe seemed to hide a few dim stars.

This strange long sword seems to be of better quality than his own saber, at least the true yuan is injected into it, and it will not be like his own special saber for square dance, which is on the verge of crumbling at any time......

Then, qi and body are in harmony with the sword, and form and mind are intersected with the spirit.

This is the accumulation of more than ten years before Wang Sheng's rebirth, and it is also the sublimation obtained after three years of penance in Wudang Mountain after being reborn.

When he opened his eyes again, the long sword in his hand seemed to be one with him, and when Zhenyuan swam, a wisp penetrated into the sword body, and then returned to himself after a circle.

A slight breeze swept around him, and Wang Sheng didn't make any movement, just stood there, and an inexplicable aura had spread out in the field.

Some Lao Dao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Sheng in some surprise.

"It's ......"

A young monk who had been about to watch a good show gradually became intent, and the whispering around him disappeared.

Cultivating in the Gathering God Realm, whenever he exuded his spiritual thoughts, he was faintly at Wang Sheng's place, and saw a vague sword shadow.

And the cultivator was under the concentration, but he was shocked by the faint sense of oppression emanating from Wang Sheng's body at this time.

The little burr who had been lying on the board for a long time had already sat up at some point, looking at Wang Sheng's back with a little surprise in his eyes......

A Taoist from Huashan suddenly shouted: "Tongming Sword Heart! This is definitely the Sword Heart recorded in ancient books!"

Before this long voice fell, the long sword in Wang Sheng's hand had already slid slightly.

With a step, he naturally stepped out of the position of the Beidou, and several sword moves in the Seven Star Sword Formation were scattered by him at will, and then came easily, as if turned into another set of advanced swordsmanship.

There are eight commonly used styles of swords, splitting, stabbing, teasing, pumping, wiping, cutting, horizontal, and pouring.

At this time, Wang Sheng seemed to be only practicing these eight basic movements simply, but after a few moves, everyone saw the sword shadow flashing, and the cultivation was slightly lower, and they couldn't see Wang Sheng's not too fast figure at all.

The sword falls on the galaxy, like the prosperity of the world, and the ups and downs are like empty illusions.

In a row of twelve sword poses, the person holding the sword wanted to stop, but it seemed that he was still a little unsatisfied.

So he dared to ride the wind, his body jumped three or five feet, the robe hunted, and the sword sounded Qingyue.

As if falling from the clouds, an immortal splashed ink from top to bottom, leaving a series of sword light shadows in the air.

Closing the sword and returning to the momentum, the sword shadow is the clearest time.

Wang Shengjian crossed his left hand behind his back, and his right hand and sword finger slowly pressed down, and the sword light directly above him flickered slightly, revealing a Big Dipper map!

Then the sword light quietly exploded, as if countless starlights were sprinkled, making the front of the Chongxi Palace and next to the Yuehua Platform like a dream.

"Sword technique, how can it not be considered a Taoist method?"

Wang Sheng's voice slowly slipped by, and many monks who were immersed in Fang Cai's sword style woke up one after another, but when they looked again, Wang Sheng had already walked back to the Wudang Mountain seating area on the sidelines.

"Senior brother's sword. ”

"Hey," Zhou Yinglong reached out to catch his sword, but there was a little bitterness in his smile.

This junior brother ......

Is it too late for me to change my voice and call my senior brother now?

Not far away, the little Taoist priest with a deep on his face sitting on the long board with his arms crossed his arms lit up, staring at Wang Sheng tightly, as if he wanted to stand up immediately, but his eyes showed a little thoughtfulness and caution.

After this delay, Wang Sheng had already sat back on the bench and sat next to his senior sister.

He had just sat down when the chatter around him crept in.