Zhang Qiuzi, who had a gray face, walked down the ring step by step, but saw a long-haired and white-haired old man stopping in front of him, he glanced up listlessly, but immediately bowed down.

"Master......"

"Hmm!" The old man stared at Zhang Qiuzi with blazing eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Not convinced?"

"No!" Zhang Qiuzi said dejectedly, "Each of my talismans is the result of my previous tempering, long-term infusion of true qi into it, and every talisman is equivalent to my full attack." Chu Xun of the Pure Yang Palace didn't have the slightest fancy kung fu, and with his own ability alone, he forcibly cracked my talisman method, and the disciple was defeated!"

The old man nodded, and said lightly: "Since you are convinced, why do you look half-dead?"

Zhang Qiuzi said abruptly: "Master, there is only one disciple left in the top eight, and the defeat of the disciple is equivalent to the exhaustion of the entire army of the Dragon and Tiger Faction...... The disciple is really shameless......"

The old man snorted and sneered: "You Zhang Qiuzi have such a big face! My Dragon and Tiger Sect has accumulated tens of thousands of years of heritage, when will it be your turn Zhang Qiuzi to represent you?"

Zhang Qiuzi let out an "ah", hurriedly bowed down and said, "The disciple doesn't dare!"

The old man waved his long sleeves and said: "When Chu Xun made a move with you, one move and one style were clearly battle-hardened, and they were the strength cultivation obtained from a hundred battles. People are much younger than you, but now they are a dignified half-step innate, and you, Zhang Qiuzi, are the apprentices personally selected by the old man, so aren't you worse than others? Since you have lost, cheer me up and go back to practice hard. ”

The words are sarcastic and humiliating, but they reflect the affection of a teacher. Zhang Qiuzi was full of shame when he heard this, but he slowly straightened up, clenched his fists, and said loudly: "The disciple must live up to the expectations of his teacher!"

The old man snorted coldly and ordered: "After returning to the mountain, honestly go to the temple to retreat for a month, and think about where you have failed!"

The Sandao Hall is the forbidden place of the Dragon and Tiger faction, and there are many notes and experiences left by the ancestors of the Dragon and Tiger, which are the most precious. Zhang Qiuzi was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly promised loudly: "Yes!"

It was easy to rekindle the confidence of his proud disciple, but there was no smugness on the face of the old man, he drove Zhang Qiuzi back to the wooden pavilion of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, but he looked at Chu Xun from a distance, and secretly thought to himself: "This son is really amazing, cultivating such a disciple, what kind of ability should he be a master?"

Not only him, but seeing Chu Xun's breakthrough in battle, I don't know how many people have set their eyes on Chunyang Palace.

As early as when Xuancheng Daojun personally came out to greet him, almost all the people in the Daomen only regarded the Pure Yang Palace as a newly rising Taoist side door, and there were many sects, and they had never even heard of the word "Pure Yang Palace" before.

However, when discussing the Tao, Xiao Qianli of the Pure Yang Palace led the Nine Heavens God Buddha to refute the great monk Yanzhi who came to provoke him, and even raised the matter of turning Hu to an intriguing height, which not only caused the great monk to be unstable, but also laid the foundation for the prosperity of the Taoist doctrine in one fell swoop.

It is also this conference on Taoism, the "Three Qing Treasures" gathered for the first time, and Chunyang Palace adheres to the unification of Taiqing Dao, which is already a foregone conclusion.

At the discussion meeting, Xiao Qianli almost ran out of the limelight, and the discussion of the law also stopped. And in the next martial arts, Guo Yuying and Guo Pengcheng's two siblings will meet in the finals of the foundation building group, which can only be regarded as an appetizer, but in the battle of Huaqi, the two pure yang disciples are among the top eight, and it is really dark to the end.

"Pure Yang Palace, what kind of sect is it?"

I don't know how many people are secretly thinking in their minds, and between the sects that have a good relationship, they are also secretly inquiring about the information about the Pure Yang Palace.

"In more than a year, it has developed to this point?"

This is nothing, and since Xiao Qianli's debut, he has not tasted a single defeat, which makes more people frightened.

The strength of the sect is strong, which is also extremely common in many small and medium-sized sects, and I don't know how many times in history such things have happened. However, these sects often lack successors, and they disappear into the long river of time after a flash in the pan.

But this pure yang palace ......

Everyone looked at Xiao Qianli, who had an ethereal breath and elegant demeanor, and then looked at the two disciples who followed by him, and couldn't help but sigh: "Just these two disciples, give a few more years to grow, it is enough for a sect to carry on the past and forge ahead!"

"Heavenly ...... It's going to change......"

Sitting on the high platform, ignoring the exchange of heads and ears from several Daomen bigwigs around him, Xuanguan Daojun leaned back leisurely, but his eyes looked at the east thoughtfully.

In the direction of Xuanguan Daojun's view, there is a majestic mountain in the far distance, overlooking the Yellow River and Luoshui in the north, Yingshui and Jishan in the south, Zhengbian in the east, Luoyang in the west, it is the holy land of the Shijia Songshan.

"Knock-knock-" four long drums, followed by an extremely long "bell" chime. One by one, the monks dressed in brown, yellow, black, and gray robes walked out of their respective rooms or squares, sat down in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and began today's evening class.

An old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows sat in the middle of the main hall, and under his leadership, all the monks recited the "Amitabha Sutra" and "Confession Text" together, and recited the "Pure Land Text" and "Three Refuges" in the Mengshan Mountain.

Among the monks, there was a young monk with his eyes slightly closed, and he chanted: "Take refuge in the Buddha, two-legged respect." Convert to the law and leave the desire. Take refuge in the Sangha, the ...... of the all"

"Take refuge in the Buddha and don't fall into hell...... Don't fall ......"

He suddenly felt a pain in his heart, only to feel that his chest seemed to be hit by something, and the pain was extremely severe, and cold sweat rolled on his forehead in an instant, and he couldn't read it while holding his chest.

The old monk in the hall raised his eyebrows, slowly opened his eyes, and the scriptures in his mouth did not stop, and the divine light was separated and looked at the young monk.

Seeing the young monk's strange appearance, the old monk stopped chanting the scriptures and asked, "Mukong?"

This young monk is the Northwest Walker Mukong Monk who once visited the Pure Yang Palace and was defeated by Xiao Qianli with one move.

Hearing the old monk speak, all the monks didn't know what was going on, and they all stopped involuntarily and looked at Mukong in surprise.

Mu covered his chest with his empty hands, took a few deep breaths, and then calmed down, shook his head and said, "Master Lao is bothered, the disciple is fine!"

The old monk frowned slightly, his eyes turned on Mu Kong Walker, and he said in a deep voice: "Mu Kong, you are uncertain, today's evening class, you can go down in advance, go back to the room and silence the Heart Sutra ten times!"

Mu Kong hesitated for a moment, bowed respectfully, and silently withdrew from the hall.

As soon as he returned to the room, he heard the creak of the small door, and the southeastern traveler, Monk Mu Ming, also walked in.

"Senior Brother Mu Ming, why did you come out too?"

Mu Ming Xing glanced at Mu Kong, and said with a smile: "What, it's distressing?"

Mu Kongwalker was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Mu Ming, don't make fun of it!"

"Teasing?" Mu Ming shook his head and said, "Mu Kong, you go down the mountain!"

Mu Kong's eyes flashed, and he said coldly: "Senior Brother Mu Ming, are you going to drive me down the mountain?"

"Stupid!" Mu Ming jumped up, grabbed Mu Kong's monk's robe, lowered his voice, and shouted in a low voice, "Will you go?