Zhang Muzhi looked at Mengbai with a serious expression,

A long stick appeared in his hand.

"Isn't that a demon stick?"

Someone in the crowd said.

This demon stick was a gift from Pang An when Zhang Muzhi first entered the Taiyi Academy.

Zhang Muzhi rushed to Mengbai with a demon stick,

Mengbai took out the double swords on his back and stepped forward.

"One life two. ”

Mengbai said softly.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow under Mengbai's feet slowly stood up, and it also held two swords in its hands.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Muzhi hurriedly retreated a few steps.

"Boiling. ”

Mengbai slowly waved the double swords in his hand, looking at Mengbai's movements, Zhang Muzhi only felt that the air and time around him seemed to have slowed down a lot.

Looking at Mengbai, who was gradually approaching him, Zhang Muzhi's mind suddenly had a thrill. Then he closed his eyes and activated his aura, and then a little mist slowly rose around Zhang Muzhi's body.

Meng Bai threw out a sword qi, and then pinched the law and said, "Tongchen." ”

The shadow followed the sword qi and flew towards Zhang Muzhi.

But when that sword qi was about to hit Zhang Muzhi, it was dissolved by the surrounding fog.

Zhang Muzhi opened his eyes and looked at Mengbai with a serious expression,

This person is very difficult to deal with, especially the shadow like a demonic law.

And he seems to be very slow, but in fact he is amazingly fast.

He had only walked a few steps before he had passed the half-mark, and if he had taken a few more steps, he was afraid that the sword in his hand would have reached his side.

The fog gradually spread throughout the gimbal, and the gimbal was shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

Looking at the dense fog that gradually spread in front of him, Mengbai frowned.

"All rivers become the sea. ”

An extremely slender spiritual power shield spread from Mengbai's side, slowly eating away at the dense fog around him.

The dense fog and the spiritual power shield were contending, and Mengbai looked around with wide eyes.

Suddenly, a long stick appeared in front of him, and the long stick slashed from top to bottom.

While!

Zhang Muzhi held the demon stick to suppress Mengbai in place.

"Hey, hey, fooled. ”

Just when Mengbai's body was slowly squatting, with a very uncomfortable expression, he was holding on.

He burst out laughing.

Zhang Muzhi immediately felt that something was wrong, and it was too late to withdraw the move. He found that his body could not move, as if he had been sucked in.

The shadow appeared not far behind him, holding a black sword at him,

Mengbai slowly squatted down and left, only to see that Zhang Muzhi's body was still in mid-air at this time.

"Twilight. Mengbai said with a smile and put his swords in front of him.

The shadow behind him suddenly rushed towards him at a very fast speed,

And Mengbai also rushed towards him at a very fast speed.

Zhang Mu's heart was ruthless, and he transported the aura to the top of his head to seal his seven veins.

With a thud, the whole person fell.

But this is useless, Zhang Muzhi, who has sealed the seven veins, can't even lift his hand.

Looking at Mengbai, who was getting closer and closer, Zhang Muzhi closed his eyes in despair.

Pang An in the stands clenched his hands extremely nervously, and when he saw Zhang Muzhi landing, he couldn't hold back anymore, and the whole person flew up.

Bang!

Pang An pushed Mengbai out with a palm, but he didn't expect an old man to suddenly appear in front of him and be pushed away by the old man's slap, Mengbai's whole person rolled on the ground several times, and a deep ravine appeared on the ground.

When he saw Pang An, Zhang Muzhi slowly closed his eyes and was saved.

After Pang An opened Zhang Muzhi's seven veins with his aura, he was about to carry Zhang Muzhi down when Mengbai, who fell to the ground, suddenly laughed.

I saw the Taoist boy lying on the ground getting up in embarrassment, laughing and coughing up blood.

"What bullshit saint, I'm sorry, old man, if you don't kill Dao Ye today, he will kill you Dao Ye tomorrow. ”

Mengbai said to Pang An fiercely.

Pang An's face was unhappy and he was about to slap Mengbai with a palm,

Someone on the small platform suddenly said, "I think you dare to do it." ”

Pang An's eyes turned to the small cloud platform, and Luo Honglian on the small cloud platform said, "You are doing it?"

"Sage, you do it. ”

Luo Honglian said slowly, word by word.

Pang An slowly withdrew his hand and carried Zhang Muzhi back to the stands.

Luo Honglian stood on the small cloud platform and said disdainfully: "But that's it." ”

Mengbai on the cloud platform above fell down with a thud, and a monk wearing a mask flew up, followed by the Sanskrit sound filling the sky, and the Buddha's light covered the entire cloud platform. After a while, Mengbai, who fell to the ground, said weakly: "Bald donkey, don't read it, it's noisy." ”

The Buddha's light on the gimbal slowly shrank, and Mengbai said, "Go, go down." ”

The monk slowly flew down the cloud platform with Mengbai on his back, and when he saw the Buddha light on the cloud platform, he looked at each other, and then looked at each other and smiled.

A disciple of Taiyi Shuyuan flew onto the stage again at this time and said, "Shengfang, loose cultivation Mengbai." In the next round, the blood knife gate is separated from Yuming, and the White Horse Temple is correct. ”

After hearing these two names, the crowd boiled.

"Blood Knife Gate!?Is that Blood Knife Gate!?"

"That madman with a knife killed a lot of geniuses back then!"

A group of evil cultivators watched around, trying to find out the person from the Blood Knife Gate.

The Fa Zheng of the White Horse Temple recited Amitabha Buddha lightly and flew onto the cloud platform.

After waiting for a while, before Yuming got on the cloud platform, Fa Zheng was sitting cross-legged on the cloud platform and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

A young man with a wooden knife shouted in the crowd, "Well, who can send me up?"

The eyes of the crowd fell on him, and he saw that Li Yuming had short hair, and he was dressed very strangely, and the sleeves of his shirt were only up to his arms, and the buttons in front of him were not fastened. The lower body wears nomadic trousers, but they are knee-length short and extremely thin. He wears a pair of shoes that resemble clogs but don't look like them, because there are no nails on the underside, but they are smooth.

"What kind of dress is this?, Blood Sword Sect?" said a disciple who lived in the Hemen Sect with a smile.

Li Yuming was walking on the ground with strange shoes, and a clattering sound came out.

"I'm a bun of dirt buns, I don't know, I don't know beach pants, short sleeves and flip-flops. Oh no, this group shouldn't know this stuff either. Li Yuming muttered to himself.

There was a knife floating in the clouds, and Shen Du sat on the knife and held his forehead helplessly.

Even he couldn't understand what he was wearing, and he was not ashamed to be dressed indecently. Then Shen Du looked at the shorts on his body, and said with an appreciative look: "It's still better looking at Shen Ye."

I saw that Sang Wenjing on the small cloud platform was running her aura to summon a gust of wind, and the breeze carried Li Yuming and slowly flew towards the cloud platform.

Click, Li Yuming stood steadily on the gimbal.

"Whew, it's enjoyable, it's really enjoyable. The wooden knife was carried on his shoulder, and Li Yuming stood on the cloud platform and said.

Immediately turned to Sang Wenjing on the small cloud platform and said, "Little fairy, thank you." ”

Sang Wenjing nodded and smiled.

Fa Zheng on the opposite side slowly stood up and saluted and said, "Amitabha, the Fa Zheng of the White Horse Temple." ”

Li Yuming nodded and said, "Well, Li Yuming." ”

"Is this guy really from the Blood Knife Gate?

Someone in the crowd said.

"Could it be a martial arts cultivator?"

"Fart's martial arts cultivation, just that small body, is not afraid of being beaten to death. ”

A burly middle-aged man said.

On the gimbal platform, Fa Zheng folded his hands and read the scriptures softly. Li Yuming held the wooden knife and ran directly to Fazheng, Fazheng suddenly opened his eyes, Zen appeared, and a Buddha statue with angry eyes appeared on his back.

Fa Zheng stretched out his fists and pointed at Li Yuming's wooden knife.

While!

The two of them retreated one after another, and Fa Zheng stood firm and attacked Li Yuming again. Li Yuming held the wooden knife on the ground and barely kept it from falling, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Fa Zheng in front of him.

Those fists hit Li Yuming's body hard,

Bang!

Dust and smoke dispersed.

"This guy... Is it really the Blood Knife Gate?"

"The estimate is false. ”

"It's too slow, it's too slow. ”

"It's so disappointing that the Blood Knife Gate doesn't even accept this kind of waste, and it doesn't accept us. ”

Fa Zheng folded his hands, put away his Zen thoughts, and stood quietly.

After a while, just as the roll call disciple was about to take the stage, he saw a clattering sound coming from the cigarette ash that had not yet dispersed, and then a person walked out.

It's still the strange decoration, but it looks like it's chewing on something.

"It's a pity that there is no smoke, otherwise it would be better. ”

After spitting out something in his mouth, he didn't know where to take one out of place and put it in his mouth.

"Monk, I'm serious. Li Yuming said.

Fa Zheng turned to Li Yuming and recited the words of My Buddha's compassion.

As soon as he finished speaking, he squatted down from Yuming and looked at Fa Zheng with slightly squinted eyes. Then Li Yuming slowly withdrew the wooden knife in his hand to his waist and stood in a posture of drawing the knife out of its sheath. Suddenly, Li Yuming moved, and after a clattering sound, Fazheng's angry eyes had not yet appeared, and he was already close to Yuming.

Li Yuming pulled out the wooden knife from his waist and slashed forward, Fazheng's body shook back, and the wooden knife was slashing against Fazheng's face.

After the wooden knife slashed across Fa Zheng's face, he changed his move again from Yuming.

Holding the wooden knife with both hands, he slashed down on Fa Zheng's body, and Fa Zheng raised his fist to block it.

With a bang, Yuming was still standing in place, Fa Zheng rolled not far away, and the robe on his body had been broken.

Li Yuming stood in a strange posture, the wooden knife in his hand was raised at his waist, and he said softly: "One." ”

Immediately afterwards, Li Yuming's whole person rushed to Fa Zheng at a faster speed, and Fa Zheng on the opposite side had finally sacrificed the angry eyes of King Kong at this time.

The angry eyes of King Kong slowly materialized, blocking Li Yuming's wooden knife with one palm, and slapping Li Yuming with the other hand.

Li Yuming let go of the wooden knife and jumped on top of Fazheng's head and stepped on it.

"Jack Drop!"

The angry-eyed King Kong behind Fa Zheng raised his hands above his head, supporting Li Yuming's feet.

Fa Zheng's mouth kept reciting the scriptures, and the Buddha light on King Kong's body was even more vigorous, and he fell to the ground very decisively when he saw this.

The angry-eyed King Kong's hands just slapped into the sky, and the clouds in the sky dissipated instantly.

There was still the knife floating next to it, and Shen Du sat on the knife and looked at the cloud platform below and said, "Tsk, you won't die, right?"

As he spoke, he looked towards the gimbal.

Li Yuming, who fell to the ground, picked up the wooden knife without hesitation and ran towards Fa Zheng. Just when he was about to reach Fa Zheng's body, Li Yuming suddenly squatted down, only to hear Li Yuming say softly again: "Two." ”

Immediately after that, his body was close to the ground, and he quickly slashed past Fa Zheng with a wooden knife in his hand.

A tear appeared in the place where the clothes had been scratched, and it was fluttering in the wind.

Fa Zheng said after reciting the Buddha's name lightly: "Thank you for the grace of not killing, the little monk admires." ”

Li Yuming stood up, carried the knife, and said vaguely: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The people below fell silent, and one of the people in the crowd said, "This guy's body..."

The person next to him said, "It's not human." ”

"His kick just now, if it were us, it might..."

"It's long since I died. ”

The disciple who was on roll call had not yet come to his senses, and this fighting method completely exceeded his imagination.

That Li Yuming obviously didn't have any spiritual power, and he could have such a fast speed and such a powerful explosion just by relying on his body.

Shen Du looked at Yu Ming and said proudly: "It's still far away, what is this kid chewing in his mouth? ”

Then the disciples who took the roll call flew up to the cloud platform and spread out the bamboo slips in their hands, and the various sects and scattered cultivators had almost finished fighting, and only a few groups remained.

"Loose cultivation, nameless. Yuxu Zong, Xu Ziwu. ”

When the monk carrying Mengbai heard this, he gently put Mengbai aside, and then flew onto the stage.

Xu Ziwu on the other side flew up to the gimbal with a mirror. The two nodded slightly, and the roll-call disciple flew down.