On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, it was the beginning of the golden sun, and a huge ring had already been placed in the open space under Shaomuro Mountain. I don't know how many people in the martial arts around are looking forward to it, and there are many discussions: "Why haven't the people of the Pure Yang Palace appeared yet? Could it be that they are afraid to come?"

"How is it possible? It must be a long way, and the road is delayed. ”

"That's what kind of person is the Pure Yang Sect Leader? If you say that it is difficult to chase a horse, how can you be cowardly?"

"Look at it, the people from Chunyang Palace didn't come, but there were only a few incense monks in Shaolin Temple, and none of the main characters went down the mountain, what is going on?"

In an inconspicuous wood, Zen Master Guangji, dressed in a wide robe and wearing a hat, was leisurely, turned his head to the tall and thin young man behind him and smiled: "In half an hour, our five people will be ready to do it......

The young man frowned and said, "Why haven't people from both sides arrived yet?" ”

"You're still young!" Guangji said with a smile, "If you don't show up at this time, it must be that the two people have started a battle of hearts." You just have to see, until the last minute, presumably the protagonists of both sides will not appear!"

As time passed, the red sun gradually rose, and the talk became louder. Not only did the young man frown, but even Zen Master Guangji's face changed slightly.

"What's going on?" Zen Master Guangji thought to himself, "There is only tea time left, why hasn't the protagonist come out yet? Could it be that something has changed? In this case, will it have any impact on Lao Gu's plan?"

The young man raised his head and stared at him for a long time, and asked in surprise: "Yang Benchang, you said that Lu Chenzi of the Kongtong faction is a short old man, why haven't I seen him?"

"What?" Zen Master Guangji couldn't help but be stunned, hurriedly stood on a high place, looked into the square from a distance, stared and searched for a long time, and finally found the wooden shed of the Kongtong faction, and at a glance, he couldn't help but feel that the blood in his whole body was about to coagulate.

"Lu Chenzi didn't come? No...... It's not just Lu Chenzi, I haven't seen a few good players in Kongtong!"

"No, isn't your information wrong?" Guang Ji was extremely anxious in his heart, and turned his head and shouted, "Didn't you say that your people saw the leaders of these sects leaving the mountain and going to Shaolin to watch the battle?"

"That's right!" the young man nodded affirmatively, "I specially sent people to monitor day and night, and I personally saw Lu Chen Daojun, Qingxu Daojun, Huayang Jianjun and others leave the mountain one by one, and claimed to rush to Shaomu Mountain as soon as possible! ”

Guangji hurriedly turned his head to look, and said with a pause: "None of the eight sons of Qingcheng came, and Huayang Sword Monarch didn't see it...... This, what's going on? Chunyang Palace made an appointment to fight Shaolin Temple, how could they not come? Could it be ...... Could it be that they have already gone to the Shaolin Temple and are discussing important matters?"

"You said they had already gone to Shaolin?" the young man was also puzzled, shook his head and said, "It's not impossible for them to avoid our sight and enter Shaolin in advance......

The two of them were suspicious, and the discussion in the field became louder and louder, and someone shouted: "It's almost time, why hasn't anyone from either side been there yet? Could it be that something has changed?"

Suddenly, I heard a loud uproar, and a group of monks came down on the mountain road, led by the Shaolin abbot Mingxing Zen Master.

"The abbot of Shaolin is here!" There was a commotion in the audience, and when the Mingxing Zen Master appeared, the noise of everyone suddenly became higher. Zen Master Guangji was also sure in his heart, and said with a smile: "Isn't this coming?"

"Well, Shaolin is here, what about Chunyang Palace?" The young man was still nervous, looking around, but he didn't see Xiao Qianli's shadow at all.

The Mingxing Zen Master walked up to the high platform and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk has arrived, dare to ask where the immortal chief of the Chunyang Palace is?"

Among the people watching the battle, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a Confucian robe and an elegant appearance lined up everyone, walked up to the high platform with a smile, and said with a smile: "Song has already arrived!"

There was a sudden uproar in the audience, and someone shouted, "Didn't you say that the Pure Yang Palm Sect was about to fight, how did you become the deputy head of the Sect?"

"Who said that we are in charge of the sect and have made an appointment to fight?" Song Shujian said with a smile, "The letter has already been clearly written, on the ninth day of the ninth month of September, Song invited Shaolin Temple to compete in the formation, and the battle was the famous Arhat formation of Shaolin Temple! But when did you say that it was our master who challenged Shaolin Temple? Master Mingxing, Song was right?"

The Mingxing Zen Master saluted and said with a smile: "That's right!"

He brought eighteen warrior monks from the foundation building realm this time, and at this time, they all stepped forward, holding Qi Mei sticks, and saluted to the Ming Zen Master.

Song Shujian also turned around and ordered, and twenty-four young Taoists with swords on their backs strode up to the stage and saluted in unison. Song Shujian said with a smile: "These twenty-four people are also about the high-level cultivation of foundation building, Song has worked hard and practiced a Dize Sword Formation on the Jade Void Peak, and is about to ask for advice from the Eighteen Arhat Formation!"

There was already a commotion in the field, and the noise was deafening, but Zen Master Guangji's heart was like falling into an ice cave, and he muttered: "Why is this so? It wasn't Xiao Qianli who made an appointment to fight Shaolin Temple...... That...... That ......"

"What's that?" the young man grabbed Guangji's monk's robe and said angrily, "Take a good look, you borrowed my five people, dressed up in disguise, and attacked Emei, Zhenwu, Kongtong, Nanshaolin and Lingyin Temple respectively, and now none of the masters of these five factions have arrived, and they are beaten hard, do you know how many good hands I am going to lose?"

"How can this be...... Guangji is now depressed, and mutters to himself, "I ...... If Qingxu Daojun and the others were all in charge of the sect, would ...... How's that for good?"

Almost at the same time, among the five major sects of Emei, Zhenwu, Kongtong, Southern Shaolin and Lingyin Temple, there was a sound of shouting and fighting.

At the door of the Zhenwu Palace, the Qingxu Daojun, who has always been a good old man, has his eyebrows open, and a sword pierces a bald monk who rushes to the front, shakes his hand, throws the body aside, and sneers: "Sure enough, it is impersonated, among the Buddhist gates, can there be such a ruthless and vicious technique?"

The most conspicuous thing in the field is a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a sturdy figure, wearing golden black fist gloves, strong fist style, no one is his opponent, there are as many as seven or eight good hands who have died in his hands, it is Chu Xun, the second disciple of Chunyang Palace.

He killed and laughed: "Qingxu senior, you don't have to do it, these guys who hide their heads and tails don't bother you!"

Qingxu Daojun smiled, strode forward, and said with a smile: "The Pure Yang Palace has sent high-ranking disciples to come all the way to help, how can the old Dao have a reason to watch? Chu Xian's nephew will wait a while, and see which is better or worse between the True Martial Sword Technique and the Pure Yang Sword Technique!"

Emei Xuanguan Daojun left, leaving only the three elders of Emei to support the overall situation, which should have been a big loss of strength, but there was an elegant and handsome young man standing proudly with a sword, and more than ten corpses fell at his feet. The other party attacked no less than hundreds of people this time, but the good hand who led the team was almost swept away by him alone.

"Liu Xian's nephew's Yuan Shi Kaitian Wonderful Technique is becoming more and more exquisite, even the old Dao can't help but have some itchy skills!" Xuanyou Daojun easily killed an opponent, walked over with a long sword, and said with a smile, "Pure Yang Palace is really a good talent, Xiao Zhangjiao is even more proficient, in comparison, Emei is really ashamed!"

Liu Suifeng said with a smile: "The predecessor praised it falsely!"

At the foot of Kongtong Sect Mountain, Fang Shaobai sat cross-legged on the ground, a lyre made a sonorous sound, and from time to time shot out a series of sword qi, under the elusive attack of Da Yin Xisheng, someone on both sides in the vicious battle fell to the ground from time to time, like a snowball, Kongtong had the upper hand, killing the opponent to pieces.

Fang Shaobai's thoughts had already drifted to the east, and he muttered to himself: "Shizun is really clever, but I don't know what the battle situation is on Shizun's side......"

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