"In other words, a few days ago, in this breezy and drizzly building, the Demon Dao Grandmaster Chi Yuan Mengxing fought against the new Righteous Path Grandmaster Ruyi Sanren, and the two of them fought in the dark, and the sun and moon were dark...... However, although Chi Yuan Mengxing is a Demon Dao Grandmaster, he is still a little inferior to Ruyi Sanren......"

It's still the old position, it's still the old man, the storyteller sat in the center of the hall and spit around, dancing with his hands, and the young knights who had just sat down on the side said one after another: "That's it, how did I hear that the Ruyi Sanren is only the skill of the fifty-five heavens, not yet the realm of the sixty heavens grandmaster, and this guy has an unpredictable background, how do you know that he is a member of the righteous path? Maybe it's a person in the demon path, or a master of the side door?"

Although the Fifty-five Heavens are also masters in the rivers and lakes, they can't afford to be the grandmaster, and that Chi Yuan Mengxing is of a foreign bloodline, and his cultivation is a demonic and divine skill, and the cultivation of these Sixty-Seven Heavens has broken through from the encirclement and suppression of the righteous path several times, how can it be impossible for a single Sanren to be able to compete? Not to mention, that Sanren is still pressing Chiyuan Mengxing to fight. ”

"This young man doesn't know anything!" The old man who told the story, as the person who watched the battle in the past, glanced at the other party with some contempt, and said casually: "It was also the old man who was here to tell the story that day, and it was also a few young heroes, after hearing that the old man said that the three great demon masters besieged the Shenbing Villa, he spoke at will, but it attracted Chi Yuan Mengxing's displeasure, and he stomped his feet, which shook the more than ten heroes to the sky. ”

"You are an unpopular storyteller, even when you are young, I am afraid that you do not have the cultivation of the Ten Heavens, what insight can you have?" The young man who spoke first stood up with a sneer, and there was a faint coercion on his body.

Feeling the momentum of the other party's rise, the old man with obvious subjective consciousness in his words suddenly didn't know how to answer, but he looked at the people around him, and his blood surged, and he pretended to say loudly: "That day, the battle between the two was what I saw with my own eyes. Now, there are also a few heroes and heroes who are well-known in our Yunyang City, and they also came to listen to Xiao Lao'er tell stories that day, and they also saw it with their own eyes, why can't they be counted?"

"Cut, although Yunyang City is located on the three main roads leading to the martial arts conference, there are still three days away from the martial arts conference, and now it is only four or five days away from the martial arts conference. The more the young man talked, the more he went too far, although most of the knights sitting around him suppressed their tempers after the battle a few days ago, there were still a few people with hot personalities, and some couldn't help it.

They were just about to stand up, but they were pulled by their companions on the side.

"A bunch of gutless rats!"

The young man snorted coldly, and was about to sit down, when he heard a sigh: "Canghai Sword Cloud Young Hero, if you don't believe in this storyteller's eyesight, don't you believe it if you don't know the old eyesight?"

When the young man turned his head, he saw an old man with a slender figure and a withered face, dressed in a half-worn green cloth gown, and in a very depressed shape, sitting in the corner of the edge of the hall.

The old man suddenly turned white, holding a cigarette gun in his hand, smoking it for a while, surrounded by a little smoke, and there were more than forty heavy gases faintly.

"It turned out to be a smoker, but you are always a guarantor, this matter is naturally true. The young man surnamed Yun arched his hand, as a disciple of the big faction, this guy also knows that every Qingfeng Drizzle Building, as the largest intelligence agency in the rivers and lakes, has a good self-protection ability, and in every Qingfeng Drizzle Building, there is a guard whose cultivation is equivalent to the highest person in this place.

And the smoke in front of him is an exception, the smoke in the guest seems to have only more than forty heavens of cultivation, but in fact, he is an old-timer of the same generation as the ghost Buddha, a generation higher than Chiyuan Mengxing, and when he was young, he was also a grandmaster-level figure with sixty-three heavens of cultivation.

It's just that when I was young, I was too impulsive, I was calculated, and I offended a big guy of the Demon Dao at that time, and after a battle between the two, although the smoke in the guest survived, he also suffered heavy losses, and his foundation was eroded by the Demon Dao exercises, and he couldn't go any further, not to mention, and as he grew older, he continued to fall.

But most of the people who knew about the smoke in the guest didn't have the courage to underestimate him, just because the people who calculated him back then died inexplicably, including several fifty-nine heavens whose strength was infinitely close to the grandmaster-level figures.

The young man surnamed Yun thought for a while and asked, "I don't know if the seniors can tell us in detail about the battle of that meat." ”

The smoker knocked on the cigarette gun in his hand, and said with emotion: "Chiyuan Mengxing's strength as a demon path master is naturally strong, even if it is my heyday, I am not sure that I will be able to take a hundred moves, but no matter what, I can always see the depth." That Ruyi Sanren is different, that guy's breath is very strange, a bit of Taoist flavor, but he does not specialize in Qimen Dunjia, the source of his name is the Ruyi intertwined with the qi above his head when he runs his skills. ”

The smoker said, his eyes slightly hazy, as if he fell into a memory: "That day, I watched them fight, wishful thinking, and the use of the incomparably round qi machine, which can be described as imaginative, without traces, and opened the eyes of the old decay. In contrast, although Chiyuan Mengxing was powerful, it was bulky, so between the few moves they fought, it was the Ruyi Sanren who had the upper hand every time. ”

"So after a hundred moves, do the seniors think that Ruyi Sanxing or Chiyuan Mengxing has a better chance of winning?"

"It's hard to say! I just said ......" The smoker picked up the cigarette gun again, added tobacco, rubbed it casually, lit it, took two puffs, and gently spit out two pillars of smoke in mid-air, he first pointed to a condensed pillar of smoke and said: "This one, it seems to be Chiyuan Mengxing, although it is strong, but the old man can still see a little depth, and he can probably guess the strength of the other party, but he can scatter people ...... as he wishes."

The smoker lightly touched another pillar of smoke, and the smoke dispersed, enveloping the surroundings in a hazy way, and sighed: "He is like this pillar of smoke, which seems to be thin and weak, but in fact it is infinitely changing, I really don't know its roots, and even the cultivation of the Fifty-Five Heavens, whether it is his ultimate or not, I don't know." ”

"In this way, thank you seniors!" After the young man surnamed Yun thanked him, he pulled out the sword in his hand again and said: "Senior, the junior is going to participate in the martial arts conference this time, I wonder if the senior can teach a lesson or two?"

The smoker frowned, he probably guessed the thoughts of the young man in front of him,

In martial arts competitions, realm and skill do not represent victory or defeat!

As the so-called time, place, and people, most of the exercises that are now circulating in the world are still easily affected by external factors, such as the Yang Yan Divine Skill of the Divine Soldier Villa, which is inevitably three points weaker than the rivers and lakes, and in the four seas, under the stormy climate, it is suppressed by three percent of the power out of thin air.

Although the martial arts conference is a ring battle, the time and place are weakened to the extreme, but it also magnifies the human and factor to the limit.

In the martial arts battle, people and people are divided into two parts.

Part of it is the other person's emotions and states, and part of it is your own emotions and states.

In the case that there is little difference in talent, understanding, and strength between the two sides of the fight, a good state and mood can make people play well in the fight, and even break through the limit and show unexpected skills in high-intensity battles.

This situation is the same in reverse, therefore, how to suppress the emotional state of the other party in the martial arts conference and maintain its own emotional state has become a science that must be studied, in which the emotional state of the other party, after so many martial arts conferences have been perfected, both sides basically do not know who their opponent is before the fight, and it is difficult to influence.

In comparison, the importance of one's own emotions and states that can be adjusted has increased.

This also makes many martial artists who go to participate in the martial arts conference always show all kinds of strange hobbies before the conference, among which incense burning and meditation and other means are the most common, and qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are not uncommon, and now the accumulation of Canghai Sword is the norm.

Through fighting again and again, adjusting his momentum and state to the peak, and then participating in the martial arts conference in the strongest state, this is the idea of Canghai Sword, but the smoke is unwilling to be the whetstone of the other party, and bluntly refused: "Why should you be embarrassed by old age......"

Before the words of the smoker were finished, the Canghai Sword shook the sword in his hand slightly, and forty-two heavy qi rays were born, and after the layers were superimposed, the qi was agitated, turning into a heavy curtain of water and swept down, instantly enveloping the smoker.

The sword light was like a downpour, and a trace of cold light flowed in the eyes of the smoker who was within the scope of the sword light, and forty-seven qi rays were solidified on the smoking gun in his hand. But in the next moment, he chose to retreat again, and while retreating, wisps of smoke emanated from the pores of his body, and before the sword light fell, his whole person was shrouded in a hazy mist, and thousands of sword lights penetrated his body, but all of them missed, and the remaining figure of the guest in the smoke, like a phantom in a mirage, disappeared as the clouds were shattered.

"Ruyi, if you don't make a move! Don't blame the old man for not being emotional!"

In the breeze and drizzle in the building, the voice of the guest in the smoke sounded, and the layers of echoes echoed, so shocked that Canghai Jian clenched the sword in his hand, looked around, Li Haocheng, who was sitting in the old position, frowned, and when the guest shouted below, the other party also used the method of sound transmission to reveal his identity to Li Haocheng.

Although he didn't know how the smoker guessed his identity, he didn't intend to let the other party affect his calculations, that is, he changed his clothes, walked out, didn't look at the sea sword, and said coldly: "What, what kind of unemotional face do you want?"

"Haha!" the smoker laughed awkwardly twice, and then shut up decisively.

When Canghai Jian saw Li Haocheng, the sword in his hand was either accepted or not, and he stood there a little at a loss.

He is not a fool, he can naturally see that Li Haocheng is superb in cultivation, and he is stupid to face the other party, that is not called accumulating momentum, that is called looking for a fight.

Just when the Canghai Sword was there, Li Haocheng took the lead in making a move, reaching out and drawing illusory circles one after another in front of him, which seemed simple and simple, but with the layers of circular energy intertwined in mid-air, it revealed all kinds of exquisite methods of unloading and transforming strength.

The sword in the Canghai sword hand stabbed out uncontrollably, and the Dao sword light evolved into a vast and profound, turbulent layer by layer of waves, as Li Haocheng's hands continued to move, one after another, layer by layer, continuously, layer upon layer of sword light waves, constantly being decomposed and reorganized, turned into new moves.

In the end, the sword light was gradually dimming, and the entire hall could no longer feel the sharp edge, and the Canghai Sword also lost the sense of the sword in the opponent, and he felt that what he was holding in his hand was no longer a sword, but a stream of water, with the change of qi, countless changes were derived, as if the sea was unpredictable.

There are also new changes, as well as the sword intent of the Canghai Sword, the original sharp sword intent, at this time, it also has a bit of a taste of the vast ocean.

Li Haocheng looked a lot worse, so he pushed it casually, pushed Canghai Jian and a few young heroes in the same company out of the Qingfeng Drizzle Building, turned his head and walked into another box with the smoke guest who was waiting on the side.

The result surprised everyone and made them unbelievable, but they didn't have a chance to ask, so they could only watch Li Haocheng leave.

Canghai Sword wanted to open his mouth to thank him, but while Li Haocheng was pulling the opponent's swordsmanship just now, he also deliberately increased the consumption of his skill, and at this time, his forty-two heavens power had been consumed.

The young man surnamed Yun, who lost Li Haocheng's continued traction, just stood firm, and before he could speak, he felt weak in his limbs and dizzy, and after saying a few words to his friend on the side, his eyes were closed and he passed out. frightened several people around him one by one, and hurriedly sent him to the hospital.

"Xiaoyou is quite playful. The smoker looked at the young majors who had gone away and laughed.

Li Haocheng also smiled: "The predecessors are not the same, and the childlike innocence is not lost?"

"I can't afford this senior voice of yours. The smoker smiled, and then said casually: "If the old decay is not bad, you should not be practicing the orthodox exercises!

Li Haocheng was a little surprised and said, "How did the seniors see it?"

"You still don't call me senior. The smoker stopped again, and then explained: "Actually, it's not too difficult to see your roots, the visions derived from local martial arts are all kinds of gods and demons, although there are some animals, plants, and even utensils, but most of them are things that already exist in the local area." And this thing of wishfulness is something that came out after the rise of Buddhism, and if you use this thing as a vision, what you practice must not be purely local exercises. As for whether it is the way of sensing the immortal gods and Buddhas outside the heavens, in fact, I am not very sure. ”

Li Haocheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he said curiously: "Are there many people who can sense the way of the Immortal God Buddha outside the sky?"

"Say more and more, say less and ......"