Back in the wooden pavilion, Xihe Daojun glanced at Xiao Qianli quietly, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Xiao Zhangjiao, do you have any festivals with Biyou Palace Mo Hongru?"

"Not before!" Xiao Qianli replied lightly, "Now I have!"

Xihe Daojun was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "The origin of Biyou Palace, Xiao Zhangjiao is afraid that he has not yet known!"

"I want to hear about it!"

"According to legend, at the beginning of the Sanqing preaching of the Taoist Gate, there are the three major Xuanmen holy places of the Eight Views Palace of Daluo Mountain, the Yuxu Palace of Kunlun Mountain, and the Biyou Palace of Jinao Island. Although these three holy places have been abandoned, this sect has been passed down. To this day, they still think that Biyou Palace is the main vein of the Shangqing Dynasty, and even the Shangqing factions such as Emei and Longhu also acquiesce in this matter. ”

"The three religions are fighting, I don't know how many powerful people have died, and now although the momentum of Biyou Palace is far inferior to the scenery of ancient times, but it has been inherited for thousands of years, and Biyou Palace must have left a large number of top exercises of ancestors. Although I have not heard of any talented people in Biyou Palace for more than a hundred years, just by virtue of these ancestral exercises, the strength of Biyou Palace should not be underestimated. ”

Xiao Qianli nodded slightly, his face was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

Xihe Daojun had been staring at Xiao Qianli's expression, and suddenly asked, "Since Daoyou is from Kunlun Yuxu, hasn't he received any inheritance from the Yuqing lineage?"

Xiao Qianli suddenly said with a smile: "It turns out that Xihe Daoyou fought this idea, and wanted to hear about my pure yang and void reality - ashamed to say that Xiao Mou has inherited the Taiqing Han Void Dao System since he learned martial arts, and his cultivation is the Pure Yang Righteous Law, although he was lucky enough to get some Yuqing Dao Sutra, but he really never got the inheritance of Yuqing Dao Scripture. ”

Xihe Daojun looked at Xiao Qianli quietly for a while, nodded and said, "I see!"

When it comes to the identity of Xiao Qianli and Xihe Daojun, there is no need to lie and cover it up, not that he can't, but he just disdains to be fake.

After being silent for a while, Xihe Daojun couldn't help but remind: "Mo Hongru is rampant, and he will be repaid, and Daoist friends still need to beware of one or two!"

"Do you have to repay it?" Xiao Qianli flashed in his eyes and chuckled, "Thank you Xihe Daoyou for reminding me, sometimes, this seat is much more careful than him......"

He turned his head, glanced at Liu Suifeng, who was quietly meditating and recuperating, and said secretly in his heart: "Stinky boy, if you don't have a heavy hand for a while, after returning to the mountain, you will definitely look good as a teacher!"

Probably feeling the anger in the master's heart, Liu Suifeng's body shook involuntarily and woke up from his meditation. He turned his head to look around a few times in confusion, looked down for a moment, then stood up and walked under the ring.

After chatting about these days, two batches of opponents have already changed in each of the eight rings. only heard the sound of gongs and drums, and the signer said loudly: "In the next game, the Pure Yang Palace is insatiable, and it will be against the Tianyang Dao Sect!"

Zhang Yang was a tall, thin middle-aged Taoist priest, in his early thirties, with high cheekbones and low mountain roots. Seeing Lu Wuyi on stage, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Lu Wuyi gave a salute and said, "I've seen Daoyou!"

Zhang Yang bowed slightly, so he returned the salute and said with a smile: "This girl is so beautiful, don't you have to fight in the ring?"

Lu Wuyi frowned, and replied lightly: "Daoist friends take care of themselves!"

Zhang Yang smiled, raised the long sword in his right hand, and said with a smile: "Girl, be careful!"

He stepped down and took a lost step, the long sword was uncertain, flickering forward and backward, flickering left and right, and suddenly more than ten sword flowers stabbed out, attacking the six big points on Lu Wuyi's body.

"Miss Lu, be careful!" suddenly a shout sounded from the audience, and everyone watching the battle hurriedly looked, but saw Mo Xuehan carrying a long knife on his shoulder, and swaggered over.

Xiao Qianli's eyes were cold, and he slowly stepped forward with his hands behind his back, but Liu Suifeng moved faster, and a dodge was already standing in front of Mo Xuehan, Mo Xuehan shouted in a low voice: "Get out!" With the sound of the wave, the palms intersected, and both of them shook their bodies.

Liu Suifeng only felt that the opponent's palm power was like a mountain and a sea, and a strong internal force rushed over. Mo Xuehan was also extremely uncomfortable, only to feel a cold and piercing true qi penetrating through the palm force, and in an instant, his whole body was cold and penetrating. He sneered at the moment: "Pure Yang Palace is nothing more than that!"

Chu Xun hurriedly rushed over, stood beside Liu Suifeng, and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, how is it?"

Liu sank like water with the wind, and slowly shook his head.

Seeing the conflict in the audience, several people in Biyou Palace costumes slowly walked over, and the Guo family sisters and brothers also stood behind Chu Xun, staring at everyone in Biyou Palace.

The Emei disciples who maintained order had already rushed over, and four swordsmen were inserted between the two factions facing each other, and one of them shouted in a low voice: "Fellow Daoists, you can't do anything on the Ziyun Terrace!

Mo Xuehan took a deep breath, nodded at the four Emei swordsmen, and then turned his head to Liu Suifeng and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, I'll see you in the ring in a while!"

Liu Suifeng just snorted and replied lightly: "The knives and guns in the ring have no eyes, if you bump into them, don't cry and turn back to your father to cry!"

Under the leadership of Mo Xuehan and Liu Suifeng, the two groups of people slowly retreated, each retreating to the side and confronting each other.

Mo Hongru slowly paced to Xiao Qianli's side, his eyes were-for-tat with Xiao Qianli, and he said slowly: "Xiao Zhangjiao, the junior's affairs are handled by the juniors." It's just that yesterday I saw Xiao Zhangjiao and invite the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, presumably your sect's exercises have the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, so they are extremely yearning for the pure yang exercises, if you have some leisure, I would like to ask for advice or two!"

"As you wish!" Xiao Qianli's eyes flashed, and he nodded, "This place is not a place for you and me to fight, after the martial arts is over, find a quiet place, and it is only right for you and me to have a good hand!"

Mo Hongru grinned at the corner of his mouth, nodded, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked to the side.

There was an uproar in the audience, but the two on the stage were not affected at all, Zhang Yang danced with a long sword that was impenetrable, and the sword light shrouded Lu Wuyi's cowardly body.

"Isn't this woman only going to dodge? The light skill is extremely ingenious, and it is not much more than our lost steps!" Zhang Yang gained the upper hand, and was proud, thinking to himself in his heart, "It's better to let go of the water, and let her play a few more tricks, so as to save losing too quickly, the little girl is easy to cry and ......"

He stabbed out with a sword, and was dodged by Lu Wunu's light dodge, the sword move was old, and he was about to withdraw the sword, when suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and the opponent disappeared without a trace in the air.