Yan Chuan slowly stood up, put his hand on his waist, and a face with a particularly immature color was already solemn, and said word by word.

"My sword is heavy, master must be careful. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Chen Fusheng nodded and said, "The poor monk also practiced martial arts for many years before becoming a monk, and he is still somewhat confident. Kanchuan Lang, just give it a look. ”

"Then offend. ”

Kanchuan looked incredulous, although he didn't know what magic power was, but Silla and Baekje had been at war for many years, and most of the martial arts were brave and strong, and everyone who was successful in martial arts had the unique temperament of a martial artist.

However, Chen Fusheng did not have the kind of courage he should have, and the middle-aged monk beside him was much stronger in this regard.

"Martial arts, it's dance!"

Unconsciously squinted at Fengyue Lord Meisheng, Yan Chuan secretly said in his heart, the martial arts masters he had seen in his life were like ordinary people, and there was only one person.

But who is Wen Xuangong!

National Immortal Wen Crossbow, Kendo Sect, where is this foreign monk worthy of comparison!

Looking at the young man's expression, Chen Fusheng guessed what the other party thought, and smiled secretly in his heart: "Using mana to fight with this child is really a big bully, and I haven't used martial arts for a long time, so it's okay to do this activity." ”

With a loud shout, they fell down together, and suddenly took half a step forward, and the long sword in Yan Chuan's hand had already turned out of its sheath and turned into a black streamer, slashing towards Chen Fusheng.

"Good time!"

Listening to the whistling wind, Chen Fusheng smiled slightly, lifted Ling Bobu, and on the side of his body, he avoided the blade of the sword without any mistakes, and flicked his fingers.

This bullet is the heaviest point of the Yanchuan sword, in the face of this young man who has only opened seven or eight tricks, Chen Fusheng disdains to attack the "seven inches" of the opponent's moves, not to mention that if you want to subdue a person, of course, you have to start from the strongest aspect of the opponent.

"Ding!"

Accompanied by the sound of a monstrous force, Yan Chuan was like being struck by lightning, his body shook a few times, and he almost couldn't control the long sword in his hand.

"It turns out that this Yanchuan is still born with divine power. ”

Chen Fusheng withdrew his slightly aching fingers and looked at Yan Chuan with a smile, but this time he despised this young man a little.

Silla martial arts is originally biased towards outsiders, although it is not commendable in terms of internal strength, but the effect is still good in the training of muscles, bones, skin and flesh, once the cultivation is successful, most of them have a lot of strength.

This Yan Chuan is even more innate with divine power, and the sword in his hand is also made of special materials, although it is not very sharp, it is heavy and abnormal, and the combination of the two makes Chen Fusheng a little surprised.

But it's nothing, even if he doesn't use mana, his martial arts are only half exerted.

"Just now, you only used three points of strength to respect you, but this time you have to do your best. ”

After a hand-to-hand exchange, Yan Chuan naturally knew that this ordinary-looking monk did have a superb martial arts, but this also aroused his desire to challenge.

But in terms of martial arts, he is not yet old, and there are still many people in Silla who are above him, but because of his talent, those manpower are far inferior to him.

It was easy to meet Chen Fusheng, a master, and he was naturally very happy.

Exhaled and spoke, changing from holding the sword in one hand to holding both hands, this time Yan Chuan used all the strength of his body.

The sword light fell like lightning, much faster than just now, faintly cutting the wind in half.

He is fast, Chen Fusheng is faster.

Without seeing how to move, Chen Fusheng's hand behind his back had already reached out, firmly grasped the sword body, and snatched it suddenly.

Throwing himself forward and falling to the ground, Yan Chuan watched as the sword in his hand easily fell into Chen Fusheng's hands.

As soon as he flicked the sword body, Chen Fusheng smiled and said, "Your sword is not bad in the mortal world, but if you want to deal with those evil ghosts, you can't catch it, let me temper it for you." ”

As soon as the Northern Darkness True Water rolled on the sword body, there were impurities removed, and the original four-foot-long water shrank to three feet in an instant, and a cold air appeared on the sword body.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Chen Fusheng's eyebrows were raised, his lips opened and closed, and no sound came out, and there were three Sanskrit diplomas on the sword body, emitting the light of the Buddha, and then hidden in it.

"Hello. ”

Monk Huichao has studied Buddhism since he was a child, and he has been to Tianzhu in person, and he recognized these three words at a glance, and put his palms together and said: "The three words of King Fuxian's fundamental curse are so proficient, and they can easily bless this mortal soldier, and they are really good." ”

"Huh. ”

Chen Fusheng chuckled, and the long sword fell in front of Yan Chuan, and said, "Now you try it, see if you can still take advantage of this one?"

Standing up, holding it in one hand and not moving, Yan Chuan showed a rare look of doubt, but he saw with his own eyes that there were impurities discharged, how could the weight increase instead.

How did he know that although Chen Fusheng's Northern Darkness True Water was not as heavy as the Yuan Heavy Water, it was also formed by absorbing countless water essence qi, and every drop was afraid that it would consume a small square of pond water, although Chen Fusheng only left a meager mana in it, but he was a mortal, even if he was born with divine power, how could he be so easily urged.

With enough strength, he drew his sword and swung it, and a sword light flashed, and a smooth sword mark as deep as a foot appeared under his feet, which startled Yan Chuan.

This kind of power, in the Silla Kingdom, he only heard that the national immortal crossbow could do it, but he didn't expect that he could actually do it.

"The amount of mana I put into my sword is limited, and your martial arts are still much worse, so now I can only deliver such a blow every day. Come with your ears and I will teach you how to use this sword with the right amount of light, and release the light of the Buddha against the evil spirits. ”

Looking at the sword towards Chen Fusheng's Yanchuan, the remaining Hualang faces each other, they are all a little shocked, although Hualang Dao has a lot to do with Protector Buddhism, but several people are the top of the new generation of Silla regardless of their background, their own martial arts are all the top, and they are arrogant and arrogant, and they don't think so-called supernatural mana. After all, they hadn't seen those monks display any mana.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fang looked at him, Chen Fusheng easily convinced Yan Chuan, who seemed to be silent among several people, but was actually the most proud.

In addition to the shock, there was envy and regret, the power of the sword they had seen with their own eyes, and it would be a lie to say that they did not desire it.

This kind of treasure is not exchanged, even with their status, it is impossible to get it.

Now watching Chen Fusheng and Yan Chuan hide to the side, each of them scratching their hearts with a hundred claws, fidgeting.

However, they were also smart people, and they quickly thought: "This master's supernatural powers are so amazing, seeing him make this sword effortlessly, listen to the meaning of his words, if I also subdue those evil spirits with him, wouldn't it be possible to get such a divine weapon?"