"What surprised the little monk even more was that Daoyou was actually a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect······! Fanxin's tone was a little emotional.

Mo Wudao took a sip of wine and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, is Master Fanxin going to draw a line with me, a demon monk!"

"Huh!"

Fanxin shook his head very indifferently, "Daoyou is obviously a sword immortal, and his cultivation is also an immortal dao, why should he commit himself to the demon dao, the poor monk really can't figure it out." ”

"I'm in the Demon Dao, but I can cultivate immortals! Doesn't it prove that the distinction between good and evil in the eyes of this world is too pedantic and rigid·····

"This!"

Fanxin was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, it did make some sense.

But the Cultivation Realm Righteous Path and the Demon Dao have not been incompatible since ancient times!

How can this concept be changed for a while, and now there are several major sects in the righteous path and demon path suppressing it, so it is not as good as the previous era, and it is already the best trend to meet each other endlessly.

"I won't argue with you!" Van Xin sighed.

"Hahaha······"

Mo Wudao took advantage of it, immediately laughed, looked up at the surroundings, and teased: "This Fayuan Temple has endless pilgrims every day, and the little master is still used to living there, won't he feel too lively!"

"This is also a practice!"

Fanxin clasped his hands together, said the Buddha's name, and asked, "Mo Daoyou came to find the little monk this time, but is there something?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just that when you hear that your old friend is here, you can come to visit when you have nothing to do, and you won't disturb the little monk and you are cultivating!" Mo Wudao said seriously.

"Hehe······"

Fanxin naturally didn't think that Mo Wudao really came to find him with nothing to do, presumably because of the matter of seizing the heir.

It seems that the fifth prince suddenly made a move to embarrass the second prince, which made the Heavenly Demon Sect behind him a little unable to sit still.

"If Mo Daoyou can come, the little monk will naturally welcome it, but I am afraid that the Buddhist door in this temple will make Mo Daoyou uncomfortable. ”

"It's okay, isn't this just the right thing to purify and purify the demonic qi?"

Mo Wudao's eyes turned, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and the wine glass in his hand suddenly slammed out, hitting Fanxin's face, and shouted: "Little monk, please have a drink!"

Fanxin's eyelids jumped, Zhenyuan moved, reached out and caught the wine glass steadily, smiled, the golden Buddha light flashed, and threw it back.

"Buddhism is pure, forgive me! Mo Daoyou should drink it himself!"

Mo Wudao lightly touched his toes, his body floated back for a distance, and the true yuan in the meridians exploded, dissolving the huge force that attacked, and barely caught the wine glass.

"Good wine!"

Mo Wudao drank it in one gulp and threw the wine glass away.

Running the mental method to suppress the boiling true yuan, the huge force contained in the wine glass before made his right hand a little numb.

"Little monk, it's rare to see, it's better to make a few moves!"

"As you wish!"

Brahma also stood up and walked to the open space outside the pavilion.

"Haha, in that case, it's better to add some color. Seeing that the little monk was so happy, Mo Wudao blinked and said, "Whoever loses will quit Da Zhao!"

"Amitabha!"

Fanxin pronounced the Buddha's name, thinking that this Mo Wudao came to find him, and he really wanted to withdraw from the throne by himself.

"If Mo Daoyou can really beat the little monk, the little monk will naturally not stay in Fayuan Temple. As he spoke, Fanxin suddenly had a Zen staff on his right hand.

Mo Wudao smiled, wiped it on the storage ring, and also had a high-grade flying sword in his hand.

"Look at the sword!"

There was a sound, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place, and a light wind blew.

"Click!"

Fanxin raised his Zen staff and blocked Mo Wudao's flying sword.

Mo Wudao smiled, flipped his wrist, and immediately changed his moves, and several swords came out together.

The pure backyard of Fayuan Temple suddenly became sword aura, purple sword light and golden Buddha light alternately entangled, and the sound of blades intersecting rose and fell.

"Little monk, your cane method is quite a bit of an arhat, and it is very interesting. The flying sword in his hand was fierce, and Mo Wudao took the time to praise it.

"Mo Daoyou's swordsmanship is also quite a bit of a sword immortal. "The peace of mind of the Brahman is blowing each other.

"Hehe, look at my trick again!"

The flying sword in Mo Wudao's hand swung again and again, the purple sword shadow flickered, three sword shadows appeared, and then merged into one, and the air became vibrating.

Fanxin was not in a hurry, and the Zen staff in his hand waved quickly, and three afterimages appeared.

"Boom!"

The flying sword and the Zen staff collided together at the same time, making a piercing sound, and the place where the collision was full of fire, and the air waves blew, and the purple and golden true elements scattered in all directions, smashing several boulders around them.

The movement of the two fighting immediately attracted the attention of the disciples in the temple.

However, the status of the Brahmanic heart is not low, and it has already been explained, these disciples did not come to disturb, but guarded from a distance, first, to prevent outsiders from approaching, and secondly, to observe and learn.

But there is an outsider, they can't stop it, and they don't dare to stop it!

It is the Princess Rongyue who came after Mo Wudao, this Princess Rongyue is not only extraordinary, but also has a very high status, after all, this is a secular realm, and the disciples of Fayuan Temple dare not stop Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Princess Rongyue was hiding behind a building at the moment, her eyes widening.

Watching the gods fight in the distance in disbelief!

Judging from the power of the scattered aftermath of the battle, she clearly understood that the strength of herself and these two people was fundamentally two worlds.

The innate early stage cultivation that he was proud of was not an enemy of one move at all in front of them.

"In this world, there are still such powerful people!"

Princess Rongyue's heart was agitated, as if she had opened a new world, and her eyes were a little confused, and she muttered: "No wonder my father wants me not to mess with Ling Yan Pavilion, but how can this little monk of Fayuan Temple be so powerful?"

Princess Rongyue suddenly found that there seemed to be too many things in this world that she didn't know.

The battle between Mo Wudao and Fanxin gradually began to become fierce, and the previous battle was just a temptation.

Mo Wudao floated backwards, and threw the flying sword in his hand into the air, making sword fingers in his hand.

"Edgeworthiness!"

With a wave of his fingers, the flying sword suddenly skyrocketed several times, turning into a giant sword, and slashed towards Fan Xin's head with the power of ten thousand jun.

The face of the little monk changed slightly, and he didn't want Mo Wudao to suddenly make a big move!

I was going to dodge in my heart, but I thought that this was the backyard of Fayuan Temple, and if I dodged it, the power of this sword would destroy the buildings here.

Can't hide!

And to take it completely, the heart turned rapidly, and in an instant, Fanxin made a decision.

grabbed the robe draped on his body and threw it up, and the robe instantly increased several times, completely wrapping Mo Wudao's giant sword.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the ground shook a little, and the bodies of Mo Wudao and Fan Xin also shook a little.

"Again?"

Mo Wudao was a little speechless, he had seen this robe of the little monk of Fanxin.

The first time he descended the mountain, it was also this robe that grew larger, covering the moonlight and preventing the zombie from absorbing the moonlight, but he didn't want to be able to wrap his giant sword.

Mo Wudao's mind moved, and the flying sword turned into an ordinary size, flew back into his hand, and then he took back the storage ring.

"Forget it!"

Fanxin also recalled the robe, put it on his body again, and said a Buddha name, "Amitabha, thank you Mo Daoyou's men for their mercy!"

"Be merciful!"

Mo Wudao rolled his eyes and scolded with a smile: "Little monk, you don't even have three successes, and I use fifty percent, I want to thank your subordinates for their mercy······"

Fanxin seems to be smiling, not smiling, and does not refute!

It's not life and death, both of them have their own reservations, or in this world, neither of them has used their true skills.

This fight, but five or five!

Feeling out the wine jug, Mo Wudao took a sip a little depressedly, and said a little tastelessly: "People have also seen it, and the fight has been fought, so it's time for me to leave!"

"Hehe! Mo Daoyou is good to go!"

The little monk Fanxin was smiling as always, and he tacitly did not talk about the victory or defeat.

Didn't try your best, how to judge the victory or defeat!

The fight between the two is just for the behind-the-scenes battle between the two sects, and they collided head-on once and went through the motions together.

Mo Wudao turned around and left in style, leaving behind a mess!

Fan Xin smiled bitterly, and had to let people come to clean and restore, but the two of them were very measured, and the main building was not affected, but some flowers, trees, and rocks were destroyed.

Glancing at the shadow that followed Mo Wudao not far away, the little monk of Fanxin rolled his eyes, and then smiled slightly.

"Hongluan Xingxing, this Mo Daoyou seems to have peach blossoms, hehe······"

Mo Wudao also found Princess Rongyue who was hiding in the shadows and watching the battle.

But he didn't care too much, perhaps, after seeing his own strength, the other party would retreat.

But he obviously underestimated Her Royal Highness the princess, and Princess Rongyue not only did not retreat in spite of the difficulties, but intensified it.

She made up her mind to worship this mysterious Lingyan Pavilion Master as her teacher!

The fantasy swordsmanship and the lightning-fast body technique all fascinated her, and the pavilion master himself, who was too young, also aroused a trace of her interest.

Leave Fayuan Temple!

The princess did not join her guards, but caught up with Mo Wudao alone.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, when are you going to follow?" Mo Wudao said helplessly.

Princess Rongyue snorted coldly, "Who said that I followed you, this road is not your family's, and this is also the way back to the palace, can't I stop by the way?"

"Uh······ Okay!"

Mo Wudao walked leisurely, wandering around the streets, and it was rare to experience the customs of Handan City.

Princess Rongyue is dressed as a heroine, wearing a hat with a veil on her head, and half of her face is covered inside the veil, and her disguise is not extreme.

But she ignored her wonderful figure and her own extravagance, which has attracted the attention of some people.

With this kind of demeanor, you don't have to think that the face under the veil will definitely not be ugly, and many people with bad intentions have begun to plot secretly.

Princess Rongyue followed Mo Wudao's side, followed for a distance, and finally took the initiative to ask, "What is the name of the trick you used in Fayuan Temple just now?" ”

"Secrets!

Mo Wudao picked up a paper fan from the stall on the side, and he liked the painting on the fan very much, so he asked, "How much is this fan?"

"Hui Gongzi, three taels of silver!"

Mo Wudao was just about to pay for it, when someone suddenly stepped in and snatched people's love!

A young boy and a group of guards surrounded him, and the head of the boy raised his head and shouted arrogantly: "I want this fan!"