The Tubo people are all good wrestlers, the thousand long feet kicked the ground, jumped over quickly, the "tom tom tom" wooden stands were shaken straight sound, this person's lower limb strength can be described as extremely strong, will be to Tianzong when the waist slightly, with the left shoulder against his heart socket, suddenly stretched out his arm, to use the elbow socket to grab the neck of the sky.

Yan Tianzong knew that he was strong, and he didn't resist hard, he made a backflip on the spot, and didn't forget to kick his chin when he was empty, the man was also smart, and his side head dodged Tianzong's tricky kick, although Yan Tianzong had avoided the thousand-year-old's "neck trip", but he intended to show off his skills, and did not stop immediately, and turned backwards several somersaults one after another, hearing the applause from the stage and the audience, Yan Tianzong was quite satisfied, and waved at the thousand-captain complacently, signaling to come again.

"Knock knock" The commander of the thousand men ran again, but this time he wanted to hold his lower limbs, Yan Tianzong was only fourteen years old, his body had not yet fully grown, and the martial arts he learned were also light, the commander of the thousand men pounced in the air several times in a row, Yan Tianzong took advantage of his bending over, and gently jumped over from the top of his head, as soon as he landed, he raised his leg and kicked on the spine of the commander, and the man did not stabilize several times, or he was planted face down on the ground, and his nose was blue and swollen for a while.

is also thanks to his hard body, if he is an ordinary person and is kicked by Yan Tianzong like this, the skeleton will definitely be broken. The commander turned around and cursed, and Zakma yelled, "You're not wrestling at all!

Yan Tian smiled contemptuously: "You can't win a child's trick, you are not ashamed!" In the entire stands, only this commander knew the strength of the kick just now, what kind of child was playing hide and seek, and there was a child who kicked and broke someone's spine?

The commander of Tubo spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, took off the one-armed green robe made of lambskin, tied it around his waist with his sleeves as a belt, he stretched his muscles and bones to attack again, but he made a move but changed the soup but did not change the medicine, this time he wanted to take the armpit down to strangle Tianzong's waist, Yan Tianzong urinated and mixed around the soldiers of Yinmen, and he was very familiar with wrestling, nothing more than the four keys of hugging, falling, grabbing, and tripping.

The commander of the thousand forces pounced several times in a row, and if he was not careful, he let Tianzong pick up the leak, but he was beaten three times and five times, although it was not fatal, but it was also very embarrassing. The commander was annoyed in his heart, and he no longer blindly used wrestling techniques, raised his thighs the thickness of the mast and kicked his chest towards the sky, "Carving insect skills!" Yan Tianzong snorted coldly, overlapped his palms, and led the attack elsewhere with four or two thousand pound techniques, and when he was about to touch the surface of the captain's feet, there was a sudden change - the man was wearing a pair of hidden boots with the tips facing upward, and at the same time as raising his feet, a bright dagger appeared from the tips of the shoes.

Thanks to Yan Tianzong's quick eyes, he hurriedly parted his five fingers, and the three-inch-long hidden weapon grazed through his fingers, which was really dangerous, Rao was like this, Tianzong's middle finger was still cut out, "Despicable!" Yan Tianzong spat on the ground.

"Father, he is cheating! He is shameless!" Ning Jia'er was also fighting for Tianzhong, and she was so angry that she stomped her feet, but Ge Luofeng didn't say anything.

Yan Tianzong didn't plan to be ruthless before, after all, he was in the border of another country, but he was by no means a good man and a woman, if you play a conspiracy, I will naturally not talk about any benevolence, righteousness and morality, suddenly seized the opportunity, saw that the person's left leg had not been retracted, and the door of the lower limb was wide open, he condensed his strength, looked at the key points of the joint, and kicked on the other party's knee, only to hear the sound of "rattle", the bone was shattered, and the person knelt on the ground on one knee, holding the injury with both hands, and moaned.

Yan Tianzong took advantage of his weakness, pressed his shoulder, turned over and jumped behind him, grabbed the uninjured right leg of the commander with both hands, and crushed his ankle with a wrong move.

The commander bared his teeth in pain, and his legs were gone, and he could no longer stand up.

"You are so angry at such a young age, how can I keep you!" Meng Chongyi took the case.

"Uncle, stop!" Ge Luofeng hurriedly stopped him, "It is the Tubo envoys who take the initiative to compete, and it is they who hurt people with secret arrows. As soon as he finished speaking, another person flew out of the crowd, it was another Tibetan envoy, this person was wearing a yellow Tibetan hat, holding a vajra in one hand, and performing Buddhist salutes in the other hand. "In the end, this Tibetan monk has been influenced by the Tang Dynasty culture, and he is not as rude as the commander of the Thousand Commanders.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Yan Tianzong clasped his hands into fists, smiled, and then said to the crowd: "Wuji, give me the sword!"

Yan Wuzhi saw that his right hand was still oozing blood, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold the blade, not to mention that this battle can be said to be caused by himself, there is no need to let Tianzong fight hard, he also flew to the field, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "You rest for a while, watch me fight this monk." ”

"This monk has a strong breath, and he looks like he has a bamboo in his chest, you be careful!" Tianzong reminded him in a low voice, nodded indefinitely, and after he left, he asked the monk: "I have another question I want to ask the master." ”

When the monk saw that he was sincere, he bowed to the Buddha again and said, "Little Venerable, please ask." ”

Yan Wuqi said: "How many people are there in your party during your visit to Nanzhao this time?" The monk didn't know why he asked so much, but he was also honest and replied: "There are three people, why did the little Venerable ask such questions?"

Yan Wuzhi didn't want to say anything more, so he said perfunctorily, "It's okay, just ask" He thought to himself: "Sure enough, there are only three people, one Zakma, the commander who was injured by Tianzong is one, and the other one is this great monk, but that night I obviously saw four people wearing Tibetan clothes, why did I never see him?"

It's useless to think about it too much, so I collected my mind and said to the great monk: "Master, please." ”

The Tibetan monk inherited Wutai Mountain, martial arts pay attention to steady and steady, stride and pestle, indefinitely plan to try his strength with a knife, then raise the sword and eat him a move, "dang" a crisp sound, weapons collided, bursts of sparks, both were shocked to retreat a few steps, but the black sword in the hand of the indefinite is still buzzing, people who commonly use weapons know at a glance that this is a good sword, the material is very special, can effectively unload and absorb shock.

The monk looked at the long sword incredulously and asked, "Does the sword in the little Venerable's hand have a name?" ”

The monk thought to himself: "There are only a few divine weapons on the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, why have you never heard of this name?" and then asked, "What kind of material is used?" and who casts it?"

It is not unreasonable for him to be so curious, the demon pestle is a blunt weapon, and the sword is a sharp weapon, if you fight head-on, the long sword will naturally be invincible to the demon pestle, unless the person who uses the sword is like Zang Feng, the internal force is extremely deep, but the young man in front of him is so young, and it is expected that the internal force is not deep, so it must be the material advantage.

Yan Wuzhi did not hide it, and replied one by one: "The sword forger is the Qin Keji hero known as the 'Sword Sect's Shield', as for the material, I don't know." ”

Before the Tibetan monk could speak, Meng Chongyi got up and asked, "Just now you said that it was cast by Qin Keji, who is he?"

Indefinite Zhengse said: "It's my uncle." ”

Meng Chongyi said again: "Who are you Zang Feng?"

Yan Tian glanced at him and said proudly: "Okay, let's say!" The 'Sword Sect's Blade' is our master, and our master is the 'Sword Sect's Blade'. ”

After hearing what he said, Meng Chongyi was shocked, he thought that the two little guys were just ordinary disciples of the One Sword Sect, but he didn't expect that they were the descendants of Zang Feng, and snorted coldly: "Go back and tell your master, let him not be lazy and slack, sooner or later I will go to the Central Plains to compete with him." "A person of Meng Chongyi's status no longer has much interest in the struggle for power, the number one in the world of martial arts is what he wants, and defeating Zang Feng is the best proof. How did he know that there are people outside the world and there are heavens outside the world in martial arts, and there are not a few top masters who do not enter the world, and each of them has the ability to open mountains and split the earth.

The great monk held the Buddha salute again and said: "It is said that the skill of the Tang Kingdom's 'hundred steelmaking' is the best in the world, it seems that it is not groundless, and the little monk admires it!"

He smiled indefinitely: "Then, let's continue?" Seeing the monk nodding, he said, "Look at the move!" Before he finished speaking, a sword with the power of thunder stabbed him, his body was filled with wind, and his robe hunted sounded.

The monk waved the pestle and flirted with each other, flicked away his long sword, did not stop for an indefinite period, drew a circle in the air, and slashed again, and at the same time the left hand used the sixth form of the "Heaven Covering Hand" - "Comet Attack the Moon", which seemed to be a punch to each other, but in fact it was not, like a comet sweeping, the real attack was false, and the enemy was real.

The Tibetan monk just caught the first move of Wuji, the second move followed, and it also came to the front of him, the monk didn't know that it was a false move, although he avoided the past, but he was also in a hurry, and he was in a hurry, this is not the end, Yan Wuji actually coldly scattered the sword in his hand, and the empty right hand was the real move, and suddenly a palm, and slapped the monk's chest fiercely, he only felt that the blood was surging, and it was uncomfortable to say, Yan Wuji collected the sword and picked up the "exquisite heart" that was about to land.

The great monk hurriedly adjusted his qi and blood, only to feel a pain in his calf, it turned out that Yan Wuji was leaning over the root of his leg when he caught the sword, and gave him another sword, which was drawn on the calf.

Yan Tianzong stood up and applauded, but he was thinking in his heart: "You stinky boy, you actually hide your clumsiness when you are fighting with me on weekdays! ”

The swordsmanship of the First Sword Sect pays attention to the swiftness of the shots, the moves are changeable, and Yan Wuji's set of combos has played the essence of the sect's martial arts.

The monk took three or five breaths to regulate his qi and blood, not because he was so powerful, but because of the lack of indefinite internal strength, the lethality was limited. The monk's viscera is no longer in trouble, but the leg injury is very tricky, although it is not fatal, it affects his movement.

But he said that this person was also thick and fine, and after a little thought, he changed his playing style, and actually used a set of feminine footwork called "Step by Step Lotus" in Wutai Mountain.

Buddhism believes that the lotus flower dies and the root does not die, and the next year is reborn, and constantly reincarnated, this set of footwork is a round of each step of seven steps, because the foothold is always in one place, even if the other leg is injured, it is okay, and seven steps for a round, it is not easy for the opponent to avoid them all, unless a letter is sealed seven steps.

Yan Wuzhi has never seen this kind of body, he suffered a lot of losses for a while, the more he suffered, the more anxious he became, the more anxious he was, the more anxious he was, the more bad he played, dozens of rounds down inside and out by the Tibetan monk hit seven or eight pestles, covered with bruises, fortunately, he practiced since he was a child, and his bones were tough, so as not to die.

Yan Tianzong was anxious and shouted: "Use 'shapeshifting and shadow changing' to defeat him!"

Indefinite like waking up from a dream, although he is not very proficient in the footwork of shifting and changing shadows, pointing at it to attack the enemy by surprise may not be able to do it for the time being, if it is just running for his life and dodging, he can definitely do it! Immediately concentrate on luck, cast the mantra, and jumped out of three or five steps away in an instant, and then set off, two feet away from the monk.

At this time, the picture in the field is particularly weird, one seems to be drunk, stumbling and stumbling, chasing a shadow who can't see the figure back and forth, and after seven or eight snaps of the fingers, both of them jumped off the stands, and they are still chasing me.

The monk was also tired, so he stood in place and waited for him to appear and gasp, and as soon as he was ready, the monk used the demon pestle in his hand to vigorously pick up a piece of wood that was burning and smashed it at him, Yan Wuzhi was suddenly shocked, behind him were all the people of Nanzhao who were watching the battle, if he avoided it with a shapeshift, the big wood would fall in the crowd, and it would inevitably burn one or two, so he no longer escaped, staring at the wood, planning to try to see if he could cut it off with a long sword.

When the burning wood was coming, he exhausted his strength to eat milk indefinitely, and swung his sword to cut it off, "Huh?" The blade just lightly touched it, and the pimple was divided into two sections, and he was overjoyed, and he waved two more swords at will, and the big wood was broken into pieces, and sparks splashed in the air, so he took advantage of the monk's dazzled eyes, and slid along the river beach closely, gliding under the sparks, and went straight away, and when the monk reacted again, the sword was already attached to his neck, but he did not kill him.

The Tibetan monk threw the demon pestle on the ground, folded his hands and said, "The little monk has lost." ”

Yan Wuji snorted coldly, didn't speak, and jumped back to the stands.

The great monk not only lost his martial arts, but also lost his martial virtues, and he disregarded the lives of the people for the sake of winning or losing.