The two elders confronted each other, each standing on one side, Di Yi saw that Gongye Jinghong said this and it was in line with his own heart, he folded the fan in his hand, went straight to Gongye's door, and sneered: "Senior brother, offended!"

Seeing this, the old hero of Gongye ordered Cui Shiyuan to step back from the stage for the time being, and then parted his palms, flicked them one by one, swept away the folding fan called by Di Yi, and struck it with a broken palm.

Since both of them are masters of the ranking in the martial arts, every time they pass a wave, the fight in that scene is very good-looking, which makes the young and old heroes who are watching around suddenly feel eye-opening.

Monk Huikong stood beside his senior brother Abbot Huitong, and after seeing the moves of the old hero of Gongye, he nodded frequently and said: "Senior brother, I see that the kung fu of this old benefactor of Gongye has greatly improved compared with that year, and this competition can be won with confidence." ”

"Amitabha, it seems that this is true now. However, according to the old man's humble opinion, this Di Yi is by no means a good type, and if he can't win clearly, he will also play some unsightly tricks in secret. ”

Hearing this, the chief of the Daoist said: "What the old abbot said is very true, according to the rumors in the rivers and lakes, Di Yi, a layman in Pingtian, has miraculous skills and is good at hidden weapons, although the old hero of Gongye is outstanding in martial arts, I am afraid that he will inevitably be careless for a while. ”

The three masters were talking about this, only to see a sudden change on the stage. Gongye Jinghong, who was as stable as Mount Tai before, somehow, seemed to be unable to exert his strength suddenly, and his punches and kicks were soft, and he was in danger in the layers of fan shadows of Di Yi, a layman in Pingtian.

"Senior, you have to hold on!"

Cui Shiyuan, who raised his heart to his throat, stood in the crowd and shouted by his neck.

To a certain extent, the old hero of Gongye also fought with the Pingtian layman in order to stand up for himself, if he said that he didn't care about it, would he still be worthy of the word "benevolence and righteousness"?

Gongye, who found that the situation was abnormal, was shocked and retreated, seeing that he had been forced into a desperate situation by his opponent, he shook his body suddenly, stirred the true qi with both palms, and burst out. In an instant, a huge force harnessed the momentum of wind and thunder and attacked Di Yi.

The Pingtian monk knew that his senior brother had used the absolute style, so he didn't panic, he grabbed the folding fan with one hand, and volleyed the qi with the other hand to face it, defeating the domineering qi of the air flow.

"Haha, wonderful! Senior brother is really old and strong, and his internal cultivation is even more profound than back then. ”

Di Yi praised on his lips, but he didn't stop moving forward. I saw him folding the fan and swaying lightly, his body was vertical, and he was pointing towards the three points on Gongye's chest.

Under the urging of Di Yi's internal force, the folding fan that was put together was not inferior to the sword, and there was a faint sound of breaking the sky, galloping.

Gongye Jinghong tried to stop it again, but his arms were a little disobedient, as if two thousand-pound boulders were invisibly tied, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't lift his strength.

At the critical moment, the old hero had no way to avoid it, so he had to turn his body as much as possible to block the vital point, and let go of his shoulder to receive a blow from him.

After this hit, Gongye Jinghong immediately felt a strong tremor that shook the bones of his body, and a burst of pain surged from the bottom of his heart, and he was unstable on his feet, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

At this time, the group of heroes is already boiling, and the skills of the old heroes of Gongye are not Di Yi's opponents, just ask who else in this Shaomu Mountain can lower him?

"Hehe, senior brother, is it okay to fall for my soft and loose muscles? I know that you have always looked down on me Di Yi, and feel that having a junior brother like me is despised by the teacher. However, today, your virtuous and respectable Qingfeng Xingsuo has been defeated in my hands, and for the sake of the same door, what will you have to say to me. ”

After the victory, Di Yi, a monk in Pingtian, leaned down and quickly sealed several acupoints of the old hero of Gongye with a folding fan, pretending to be pitiful and mocking softly.

"Phew, shameless villain, you actually poisoned the fan! The old decay has fallen into your hands, and you want to kill or kill it. ”

Gongye Jinghong, who has always had a calm personality, mistakenly fell into Di Yi's calculation after losing his beloved apprentice Lin Yi, and his mentality exploded in front of everyone's eyes, and now he just wants to die.

"Haha, what about the villain? What about the gentleman? You should know the truth that soldiers are not tired of deceitful even when you are old. Don't look at my martial arts skills as strong as you, but how many people are my Di Yi's opponents outside the court? As long as you get rid of you, senior brother, in this Shaomu Mountain, it will be my Di Yi's world. ”

Abbot Huitong, who saw all this truly, shook the Jinding Zen staff in his hand and was about to go on stage to save people, but Cui Shiyuan, who was overwhelmed by anger in the crowd for a while, went up first.

"Well, you old traitor of the imperial court, you quickly let go of the Gongye seniors, I will shock the eight desolations of Kyushu, the playful and witty little sword demon Cui Shiyuan will meet you for a while!"

Don't look at Cui Shiyuan's cruel words, in fact, he has recited them silently countless times in his heart. In terms of true ability, where is Di Yi's opponent? I can't bear to watch the old hero of Gongye die because of himself like Xiao Lin Yi, and after weighing the pros and cons, he still decided to take the stage to help driven by his conscience.

Pingtian Jushi Di Yi looked back, and saw that it was an ugly boy who had beheaded his two favorite generals in a row, so he sneered: "Hehe, good, enough guts." Since you personally delivered it to the door, then don't blame the old man for bullying the small. ”

Before the words fell, Di Yi's body was like a sharp arrow off the string, galloping towards Cui Shiyuan, forgiving him never dreamed that this person would have such a fast skill.

Before the playful sword under the ribs was unsheathed, the edge of the white paper fan was already in front of him, and Cui Shiyuan, who was taken aback, had to roll on the spot to dodge.

But Di Yi's exercises are all closely linked, and all the moves and solutions that Cui Shiyuan can think of, the Pingtian layman has already expected it, and he has been waiting for a long time at his foothold.

Seeing that the little sword demon's life was not guaranteed, a golden light suddenly burst out from the crowd, hitting Di Yi's folding fan impartially.

In the ear chakra, only the sound of "dang chang" was heard, and the hands of the Pingtian monks were shocked, and they looked at it coldly, but they saw a golden shuttle dart firmly embedded in their folding fan through the iron bone, which showed that the strength of the person who shot in the dark was not an ordinary person.

Just as he was puzzled, a young chivalrous warrior came up in the wind at his feet in the distance, wearing a green shirt and covering his body, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Not only that, but the most conspicuous thing is that there is also a long strip of dark blue and white plum flower cover on its back, and I don't know what treasure is stuffed inside.

Others didn't recognize this person, but Cui Shiyuan was overjoyed, and shouted excitedly: "Boss Lu, I never thought that you and my brother would be able to meet here in my lifetime, it's really good!"