Su Hanshan didn't dodge.

If you make a promise, there is no reason to dodge. What's more, when it comes to the amount of true qi, even if the Kunlun slave boy Aman reaches the end of the Martial Dao Quadruple Samadhi Realm, he can never be compared with himself who has cultivated the Taixuan Sutra since childhood.

Su Hanshan was well aware of this.

Therefore, he promoted the length of the number of true qi and avoided the lack of actual combat experience.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he saw Kunlun Nu Aman slash out a sword-intent dragon under the blade, and his arm was wrapped around the foot of Su Han Mountain, which was as thick as a green snake, and jumped high.

At the highest moment, he held his sword in both hands and unleashed the Abi Hell Knife to slash the waves and slash away......

More than ten meters high on the martial arts platform, the green snake and the dragon bit and collided in the two swords that suddenly shone.

Countless shattering swords shot out like sporadic fireworks in all directions.

In order to prevent being affected, and the light generated by the collision of knives was too dazzling, many scholars in the surrounding seats couldn't help but cover their eyes and couldn't look directly.

At this moment, Kunlun Nu Aman, who was the first to run out of true qi, was hit by the slashing waves that still had residual power, and fell from a height of more than ten meters.

Immediately afterward, the sound of a fall was heard.

As a result, many eyes of the Suwu Temple converged together.

The first to find out that Aman fell on the martial arts platform and spit blood from his mouth, naturally it was the general Gu Xidao, the Taishi Li Guochu, and the old man Huangmei and others.

Then within a few breaths, the ending of this one-move covenant martial arts battle was reflected in everyone's eyes.

The Suwu temple fell silent for a moment.

Su Hanshan landed smoothly on the martial arts platform, and there was still a remnant of true qi on his arms and the body of the Fu Sword, wisps of it, like a slight breeze, swaying the green shirt, that looked like a grandmaster!

He looked at the Kunlun slave boy Aman.

......

The silence around did not last long, and after Su Hanshan fell on the martial arts platform, about five breaths, there was a cheer in the spectator seat.

It was the prince of the Southern Dynasty, Li Tianxia, couldn't help but get up and drink a good word.

Su Nuannuan also narrowed her crescent-like eyes and clapped her hands.

Then the Heaven Replenishing Sect and the Su Tang people who supported the Nine Emperor Princes exclaimed one after another, breaking the silence for a moment and completely igniting the true enthusiasm of the Fu Festival.

In the contest seat, Yu Baijan coughed excitedly a few times.

The disciple of Mending Heaven, who had been defeated in advance, clenched his fists and smashed it on the table in front of him with great relief, in order to express his inner happiness.

The strange young man who was facing Su Hanshan's seat looked startled, and he didn't know what to mutter.

Zhuo Buqun and Mu Chengfeng looked embarrassed, and snorted coldly: "It's just a fluke to win!"

Then they looked at the eldest prince.

Su Jieyu's hand hidden in his sleeve robe exposed his green tendons, and he looked coldly at Kunlun Nu Aman, who barely got up from the martial arts platform, and secretly said a waste!

The Taishi Li Guochu beside him stroked his white beard and nodded.

The discerning general Gu Xidao was still expressionless.

Yu Heng and Tianshu glanced at each other, and they couldn't hide the shock hidden in the depths of their eyes.

Su Hanshan won the first battle.

defeated the master of the Martial Arts Quadruple Samadhi Realm with one move, not only washed away the shame of losing eight consecutive games for the Heaven Replenishment Sect, but also successfully justified his name.

Even if he withdraws from the competition, no one dares to talk about it anymore!

Although it can't be compared with the Eight Small Mountains of Daomen, but the Nine Emperor Princes Su Hanshan has only been practicing for more than a month, isn't it?

If there are no accidents, the future achievements of the Nine Emperor Princes will be limitless!

Who's to say it's weak?

......

Zhuo Buqun, the son of the squire of the military department, suddenly said: "No. ”

The little prince Mu Chengfeng was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhuo Buqun's eyes fell on Su Hanshan: "Just imagine, if he really has only been cultivating for more than a month, how can he have such a majestic true qi?"

Mu Chengfeng nodded.

The generation of true qi is inevitably a process of accumulation of superior mental methods. Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, swordsmanship, and martial arts, I have never heard of the legend that a strong man in the rivers and lakes in the year of Jiazi can cross the four realms in January!

The only explanation is that Su Hanshan's martial arts journey in the fifteenth year of the Southern Dynasty was not a blank slate.

At the very least, he had cultivated the superior mental method, and he possessed a true qi that was not weaker than the samadhi realm.

......

Su Hanshan didn't care about all the eyes and opinions from around Wudoutai at this moment, not to mention that he had no intention of concealing his cultivation from the entire Su Tangtian.

Compared with Feng Qiwu, he is still a weak person and a vulnerable one.

Don't you dare to play the game of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger! At least not until you become a tiger!

He looked at Kunlun Nu Aman, who had blood on the corner of his mouth, as if he was not admitting defeat, and said seriously: "I should be merciful." ”

Aman, who was engraved with the mark of a slave, felt that the other party was deliberately humiliating, so he glared at Su Hanshan viciously.

Su Hanshan was unmoved, and continued: "But I didn't. It's not that I can't get the right sense of proportion, and to tell you the truth, the actual combat experience I've experienced in the past month is enough to do this. ”

Su Hanshan raised his voice and looked around at the martial arts arena: "The reason why I made a contract and didn't leave any hands left behind is to take this opportunity to say to all the scholars and all the spectators of the Su Wu Temple today, although my Heaven Repair Sect is not the orthodoxy of the state religion, it is definitely not the object of bullying at will!"

"Please remember, no matter how unbearable the Qinglian Hall was before, if I, Su Hanshan, am under the door of Lord Shenque for a day, I can't be bullied!"

"I can't be deceived!"

Su Hanshan's voice echoed in Su Wu Temple, echoing in everyone's ears, lingering endlessly.

It obscures all talk.

It has left an indelible mark on the hearts of all the Heaven-mending cultists.

The disciples of the Heaven Mending Heaven Sect, including Yu Baijiang, silently repeated these five words in their hearts, looking at Su Hanshan's eyes, thinking of the various things that the Green Lotus Hall had lagged behind in these years, and their eyes were moist unconsciously.

It was Bai Xingjian, the dean of Yuheng, who was relieved: "The master of the sect has accepted a good apprentice......

......

Mu Chengfeng stood up from the banquet and held his sword.

He clapped his hands and walked towards the martial arts arena.

When Su Hanshan's voice dissipated and lingered, the applause was like a provocation.

"It's a good one, I can't be bullied!"

The little prince Mu Chengfeng boarded the martial arts platform in full view of everyone, and glanced indifferently at Kunlun Nu Aman, who covered his chest with blood marks and stepped down extremely unwillingly.

Su Hanshan turned to look at the noble son: "You want to challenge me?"

Mu Chengfeng, the little prince who was once a disciple of the Haotian Temple of the Interception Heaven Sect, was four or five years older than Su Hanshan, but he still carried out the monarch and minister's ceremony.

He said with a smile: "Today is the Fu Festival, and the challenge of the martial arts platform should not be mixed with personal wishes. However, since His Royal Highness the Ninth is going to stand up for the Qinglian Palace, the Haotian Palace, which is the orthodox state religion, can't be silent, right? Mu Chengfeng has practiced in the Intercepting Heaven Sect for five years, and he should always maintain the honor of the lower division for the junior brothers and sisters here. ”

"Just like His Highness said, I can't be deceived!"