Chen Jiansheng unleashed a set of exquisite Four Seasons swordsmanship, and after more than a dozen moves, he found that the path on the opposite side gradually revealed flaws, and the spring rain turned into countless sword lights, instantly hitting several acupuncture points on Feng Qingyun's body, and this move won in a chic and beautiful way. After her victory, she not only won the applause of the house, but her handsome and chic posture also deeply attracted Miss Yao Xian'er, making her cast a loving look at her.

Soon after, the two tied the knot together, and got married in the Valley of the Medicine King, and the martial arts heroes of the entire Tiannan Province came to congratulate, and the scenery was infinite for a while, and countless young people of the same age were envious of themselves, and then in the following years, they encountered countless adventures, practiced several peerless swordsmanship, and gradually stood at the peak of the rivers and lakes, invincible in the world. More than ten years later, he became the leader of the martial arts alliance as he wished, standing on the top of the snow-capped mountain with one person and one sword looking down on all beings, dancing his swordsmanship freely between heaven and earth, laughing arrogantly. ”

It's a pity that Chen Jiansheng was still on the top of the snowy mountain one second, and the next moment the scene in front of him changed, like a big dream during the day, and he actually returned to the banquet.

When I came back to my senses, I found that I was in the middle of the field, smirking loudly and smirking like a madman, waving the sword in my hand like a madman, and the martial arts people present were like monkeys, laughing loudly at themselves, and even Miss Yao Xian'er was gently covering her small mouth and couldn't stop laughing softly.

When I turned my eyes again, the little Taoist priest in front of me, who looked like he was injured by the sword, was holding his stomach, bending over, laughing breathlessly, and teasing himself with a triumphant face:

"Hahaha... Chen Shaoxia, I don't know if your swordsmanship is powerful, I don't dare to compliment you for your dancing skills. ”

Chen Jiansheng was ashamed and ashamed, his angry facial features were distorted, his eyes were blood-red, the bloodshot in his eyes seemed to explode, he shouted with all his might, and rushed towards Feng Qingyun.

"You demon sect, what kind of ecstasy method do you use to humiliate me, I will fight with you!"

But at this moment, Chen Jiansheng was already dizzy, and the sword moves in his hand were out of order, and they were completely indiscriminate swinging and slashing like a hooligan in the market.

Feng Qingyun saw the other party's wrist, and only swept it with the tip of the sword, Chen Jiansheng couldn't bear the pain, the cold light sword came out of his hand, and then he was hit by Feng Qingyun in the chest, only to feel that his ribs were broken, and his body flew backwards, Peng De sat down on the ground with a bang, and he couldn't speak in pain.

On the other hand, Feng Qingyun was standing with a sword, with a graceful demeanor, glancing at the opponent who fell to the ground, the red sword in his hand was in the sheath, and his face was full of spirit.

In addition to being proud in my heart, I was also secretly amazed, this "Big Dream Divine Skill" of inviting you into a dream is really not a miracle, focusing on the moment when the desire in the opponent's heart rises, once the heart is moved, I will move, and I will unconsciously fall into my own spiritual illusion.

However, there are many righteous ways in the rivers and lakes here, and I don't want to be smeared by that Chen Jiansheng as some evil sect and demon way, so that the people in the rivers and lakes suspect what evil art I used.

I can't even expose the existence of my "Big Dream Divine Skill", and I will keep the Yin Man in the future. It still depends on my flickering skills, erase this matter, and then smile faintly on his face, and say in his heart:

"Chen Shaoxia, in the martial arts competition just now, you went crazy with your internal breath, and suddenly danced wildly, your internal skills are so impenetrable, and you still come out to do it with others, it's really dangerous. At that moment, I was going to take your life, and it was so easy. But the people in my Taoist sect don't want to kill, I am already merciful, you don't know what to do, hurry up and heal your wounds. ”

When Chen Jiansheng heard this, his breath was even more chaotic, his chest kept churning, and a line of blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, but with his own blood in his mouth, he couldn't say anything to refute in his stomach, so he could only meditate on the spot with anger on his face, and quickly breathe his internal qi to heal his wounds.

The martial arts forces that came today don't want their own children to be in the limelight, and even gain the favor of the medicine fairy.

But this trail has already lost two in a row, one of the top young masters in Lingnan martial arts, what kind of goods his juniors are, he still doesn't know, even if he sends it at this time, he is by no means the opponent of this trail.

Even so, everyone couldn't be angry that this trail was so arrogant, and unconsciously, they all turned their expectant eyes to Wu Qinghou on the seat of Famen Temple.

Na Wu Qinghou also wanted to compete on the field, but seeing that Chen Jiansheng was fighting, he suddenly went crazy, afraid that the little Taoist priest really knew what kind of demon methods, so he hurriedly turned around, his expression was a little flustered, and asked the senior brother of the monk who was meditating beside him:

"Senior Brother Bhikshu, you come from the holy land of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, you have read the scriptures and are well-informed. Look at this little Taoist priest, what kind of magic and evil magic is used? If I fight with him, will I be so confused by him?"

Senior Brother Bhikshu pinched the Buddha beads with one hand, bowed slightly to Wu Qinghou, and said politely:

"Martial disciples don't need to panic, my Ten Thousand Buddha Temple has a "Alaya Six Senses Divine Power", specializing in the color, sound, fragrance and touch method of martial artists, this method is practiced to the depths, the spiritual power of martial artists can be several times that of ordinary people, and the power of the soul can be turned into illusion against the enemy.

The Huiming monk in my temple specializes in this skill, and it is said that as long as he has a look, or a thought of the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, he can make the evil martial artist feel as if he is in the illusion of the eighteen layers of hell, and finally he will be captured.

Looking at this son, he should have also cultivated a similar exercise, but he is young, after all, his cultivation is limited, and when he is facing the enemy, he needs to look at each other in order to perform illusions, and his words are also stirring the opponent's mind. If you are against him, just be careful not to look at him in the eye and keep your mind at peace. ”

After hearing these words, Wu Qinghou nodded slightly, and couldn't help but feel a little more confident in his heart, and then looked at the venue, many Jianghu forces have cast an expectant gaze on themselves, at this time, they must not fall behind, or there will be any face to walk in the Lingnan rivers and lakes in the future.

With a horizontal heart, he stood up suddenly, clasped his hands into fists and said to Feng Qingyun:

"In the Lower Famen Temple, the lay disciple Wu Qinghou, although Feng Daoyou is young and has extraordinary martial arts, but as a young man in Lingnan martial arts, I don't want to bear the name of garbage in your mouth, and I don't have a magic weapon in my hand, so I will use my fleshy palms to ask for advice or two. ”

The elder of Famen Temple beside him felt that Feng Qingyun's methods were sharp, and he lost two people in a row, and he didn't want his own disciples to do that kind of trouble, so he wanted to reach out to stop his disciples, but he was gently pressed by the bhikshu brother on the side and persuaded to stop.

"Martial Junior Brother is young and promising, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the Forging Body Realm, and he is a well-matched opponent to help him break through the shackles of his own martial arts and go one step further. Today's opportunity is rare, let him let go of the fight, and I just happened to see if he is the young talent I want in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. ”

Hearing Wu Qinghou's challenging words, Feng Qingyun was angry and funny, thinking, if the master hadn't learned from Mr. Wenhua earlier, you have cultivated the "Arhat Vajra Palm", and you already have powerful exercises in your hands, and I thought how atmospheric you are, in these words, it seems that I, a swordsman, use a divine weapon to take advantage of you.

Thinking of this, there is no politeness to this kind of sword man.

"Hmph! It's really hypocritical, your Famen Temple is already known for its palm skills, and if you want to challenge it today, you can challenge it, and you still say nonsense that you don't have weapons, isn't it just that you are afraid of the sharpness of the divine weapons in my hands!

Little Daoist, I will let you fight with you with a sword and a sword today, with your bare hands!"