At this time, facing the white-clothed young man in front of him, Xuantong was naturally fearless.

Even if Zuo Lengchan had mentioned this person in front of him more than once, saying that his swordsmanship was unparalleled in the world, Xuantong just smiled habitually.

The frog at the bottom of the well.

I thought I had become the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and I had seen all the masters in the world?

Just this young man in white, at a young age, at most in his early twenties?

What were you doing when you were twenty years old? Are you still being beaten by your brothers in Southern Shaolin?

Even if this young man's talent is extraordinary, he can surpass him a lot, and he has only practiced swords for more than ten years, how high can he go?

Swordsmanship takes time to be honed slowly, and if you don't have more than a hundred enemies, you can't comprehend the essence of the sword at all.

Not to mention the limitations of internal forces.

After more than ten years of cultivation, even if it is the most brilliant internal force, it can only comprehend some skins, right?

Xuantong is more inclined to say that Zuo Lengchan has been defeated too many times by the masters of the Huashan faction, which has caused mental problems.

This time, although Master Fang Zheng asked himself to obey Zuo Lengchan's arrangement, Xuantong always believed that Zuo Lengchan was just a disguise.

The wind does not move, the flag does not move, and it is only the hearts of the people that move.

If he hadn't been given a messenger to do, how could a timid and cowardly guy like Zuo Lengchan dare to stay at the foot of Mount Hua?

However, since he chose to escape, then the future will be decided by Xuantong himself.

Xu Yang looked at the fat man in front of him, and he was a little vigilant.

Zuo Lengchan has run away, why are you fat man staying here?

But Xu Yanggang wanted to chase Zuo Lengchan, but found that the fat man stopped in front of him.

This light body kung fu...... It's not bad.

Xuantong slowly took off the straw hat on his head, revealing his bright bald head.

There is no incense scar on the bald head, and this kind of thing outside the body is not needed by every monk.

All the monks who came to Huashan this time did not have any incense scars, and even some had long hair.

Because they themselves are the hidden people in Shaolin who come to do dirty things.

Xuantong is an exception, because he has learned too much about Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles, and this kind of formal thing has long been ignored.

When Xu Yang saw his bald head, he understood everything.

Although there is no incense scar on the other party's bald head, who else can there be other monks besides the Shaolin sect who dares to shoot at the foot of Huashan?

Of course, the Shaolin Temple will definitely deny it afterwards.

However, Xu Yang doesn't care about this.

Because he found that the fat monk on the opposite side also drew a sword.

A short sword.

Ordinary swords, including the Qingjue sword in Xu Yang's hand, are basically about three feet long.

An inch long, an inch strong.

With a length of three feet, the longsword can handle most blades.

Whether it is a spear or a short sword, it is in front of a three-foot long sword, and it is not much of a advantage.

Naturally, there are also some martial artists who like to use swords that are three feet six inches, or even more than four feet long.

But that one is a little bit bulkier.

And those who use short swords are either women who lack strength or are masters who are good at hand-to-hand assault.

Undoubtedly, this monk must be a master.

And it's also the kind with extremely high martial arts.

The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, and the masters sent by the Shaolin Temple can be poor?

There was more seriousness in Xu Yang's eyes.

Zuo Lengchan ran away, but the Shaolin monk in front of him couldn't let go.

Although he was about to go on an expedition to Blackwood Cliff, Xu Yang would be very uneasy if he didn't teach these guys behind him some lessons.

"Master's surname. Xu Yang asked with a smile.

What kind of problem is this?

What else can a master have a last name?

Xuantong naturally heard that Xu Yang's words meant to laugh.

is sarcastic that he is obviously a monk, but he wears ordinary people's clothes and hides at the foot of Mount Hua to do misdeeds.

But Xuantong was not angry, because he was originally here to do this: "Shit Buddha, all one, donor, you are in the picture." ”

The fat monk's face showed a grinning expression again.

But there is no ambiguity in the preparation.

A mouthful of mixed Yuan True Qi has long since traveled throughout the body, allowing every muscle and vein in the body to fully expand.

Soon, he had reached the peak of his physical strength and was ready to strike at any time.

"It turned out that he was still a Zen master, and he was disrespectful. Xu Yang replied unhurriedly, and then began to tighten his sleeves.

He could see that the monk on the other side had already raised his momentum at this time.

It's not a good time to make a move.

He's also improving himself.

When the time comes, it will be the best opportunity to make a move.

Xuantong didn't want to pay attention to him.

He also had been in the rivers and lakes back then, so this kind of small means was naturally ignored.

"Donor, it's better to try it first, don't be polite. Before he finished speaking, Xuantong had already drawn his sword.

The sword body is like electricity, and it is like life in Xuantong's hands, fast and fierce, and it is straight to Xu Yang's chest.

Xu Yang was a little surprised, this seemingly gentle and honest Shaolin monk was so decisive and ruthless?

People who keep smiling all the time tend to give people the illusion.

This guy is polite and easy to deal with.

If the person is still fat, this feeling will be even more pronounced.

But the fat monk in front of him is obviously pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

It's really a real person who doesn't show his face.

And this sword, abandoning all false tricks, just one word,

Fast!

Scare people to death!

In the blink of an eye, the edge of the sword has arrived!

This short sword is still a sharp weapon that Xuantong used to use when he wandered the rivers and lakes.

If someone had seen this sword twenty years ago, of course they would have known the true face of this "boy in brocade".

Xu Yang has only been in this world for a year, and the ghost knows what "Boy in Brocade" and "Boy in Yellow" are.

But by this time, the blade had arrived, and he had no choice.

Only......

Draw your sword!

The Qing Jue sword drew a strange arc, bypassing the short sword, and stabbed at the right arm of the Xuantong sword.

The last to strike, the first to come, this sword seems to have broken the boundary of time and space, and suddenly came, and the other Xuantong could not be guarded against.

As soon as the sword came out, Xuantong's face, which had been smiling, took off the smile for the first time, and began to show a serious expression.

You must know that even when he fought with Master Fang Zheng in the past, he smiled the whole time, and he never showed such a serious look.

This boy is really powerful.

This is the only thought in Xuantong's mind at this moment.

I didn't expect Zuo Lengchan to be right.

Xuantong's swordsmanship, compared to the rest of his martial arts, is not an extremely high kind.

Because he had laid down his sword twenty years ago.

To him, the sword was just a weapon that had been used.

He felt that the murderous aura of the sword was too heavy, and it was actually not suitable for himself to use in meditation and enlightenment.

It was also because the young man on the opposite side used a sword that reminded him of himself back then, so he used the old sword to the newcomer.

However, he never imagined that his opponent would have such a masterful swordsmanship.

This sword is bound to be obtained, and Xuantong really can't think of how to deal with it.

He had no choice but to retreat.

Avoid the edge of this sword.

had to take a few steps backwards before Xuantong could be considered to stabilize his figure.

He was surprised and surprised.

And Xu Yang slowly retracted his sword and did not take advantage of the momentum.

Because at this time, Xuantong did not show his defeat.

On the contrary, his momentum has been raised by this.

Xu Yang's sword obviously aroused the fire in Xuantong's heart.

Not anger, but the fire of the heart.

Xuantong never thought that someone would force him back with just the first move.

Twenty years after the retreat, no one has been able to do this.

Xuantong smiled, not the kind of gentle laughter, but the kind of ruthless smile that he encountered when he met a rare opponent.

No one knew that in fact, when Master Fang Zheng faced him, he kept his hand.

You must know that Xuantong's identity is only a monk from Southern Shaolin, and he does not have any position in the temple.

If he could win the first master of Northern Shaolin, wouldn't he slap Northern Shaolin in the face alive?

Fang Zheng also knew that Xuantong had left his hand.

After that, Xuantong received courtesy and respect that he had never had before.

Master Fang Zheng also personally invited him to join the Dharma Hall as an elder.

Naturally, he declined.

Xuan Tong is a martial idiot, and for him, opponents and clever martial arts skills are far more attractive than any position and power.

Stay in North Shaolin, enter the Dharma Hall, and become a nominal elder?

Are you kidding.

If you have this time, it is better to go into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read a few more Buddhist scriptures and read a few more martial arts cheats.

After Fang Zheng learned that Xuan Tong had declined his invitation, not only did he not get angry, but sighed to the elders around him: "Only this kind of person can martial arts advance by leaps and bounds. ”

Then Fang Zheng went into retreat.

Some people say that Master Fang Zheng is to recuperate from the injuries he suffered in the previous competition, and some people say that after meeting Xuantong, he aroused his competitive spirit and wanted to break through his limits as soon as possible.

No matter what the reason, if you can beat the Shaolin abbot to retreat, Xuantong can be regarded as the first person in thousands of years.

Therefore, Yue Buqun went up the mountain that time, but he failed to see Fang Zheng, but it was not that Fang Zheng did not give face.

It was just an accident.

Today, Xuantong saw a young master who could force him back with a sword, and he was not only surprised, but also admired.

Of course, it is still necessary to fight.

Otherwise, it's not fun.

Compared to these, the tasks assigned to him by Master Fang Zheng, as well as Zuo Lengchan's life and death, became completely unimportant.

"Good boy, the poor monk has to deal with it seriously. "Xuantong is the right color road.

Xu Yang smiled slightly: "Don't be so modest, master, as if you didn't take it seriously." ”

Well, the day was talked to death by him.

Xuantong's Zen heart that has been waveless for many years has been stirred for the first time.

"Haha, there is a personality!" With that, Xuantong threw the short sword in his hand and took out a short stick from his back again.

The short stick is two feet long, and it is not forged from metal, but just an ordinary jujube wood short stick.

That is, before, Xuan Tong came to drink Zuo Lengzen.

But at this time, the short stick is penetrated with the internal force of Xuantong, and the outside reveals a soft luster like Buddha light.

Xuantong, who held this short stick, really revealed his original face.

Xu Yang is a knowledgeable person, and he can see at a glance that this is the weapon that fat monks are used to.

And the previous short sword was really used by him at will.

His face suddenly became serious, and Xu Yang officially bowed to the other party with a common bow among martial artists, and asked, "I haven't asked for advice yet, Zen Master's number." ”