"Not much, not much, this kind of scene is rare to encounter in our place for decades, and it is impossible to overstate how many people come. A big man next to him said with confidence.

"But it's almost noon, why haven't they come yet? After all, the boy had little patience, and after standing for a while, he began to look left and right.

"It's coming. Chen Fusheng, who was dressed in rivers and lakes, took off his hat, quietly rubbed his fingers on the hilt of the sword, and suddenly spoke.

As if to make a footnote to Chen Fusheng's words, as soon as Chen Fusheng's words fell, a piece of Tsing Yi swept across the Tsing Yi River.

Tsing Yi River on Tsing Yi comes!

Everyone's hearts were lifted and put down at the same time, and a thought arose in their hearts at the same time: Ling Xuozi, here!

Chen Fusheng squinted his eyes and looked at it, although he was born in the blessed land of Qingcheng Mountain, Ling Xuzi did not wear the iconic authentic robe, but a young man who looked like a scribe in a green shirt, and he did not wear a sword on his body, but carried a six-foot-long bamboo pole, which was indescribably chic and freehand.

The toes tapped on the turbulent waves, and anyone with vision like Chen Fusheng could find that the moment his toes fell, the originally tumbling river was suddenly calm and mirror-like, as if it was bound by some force, and after he left, the river water suddenly returned to its original state, and was involuntarily carried forward by the waves behind.

The man in the green shirt made a few brown jumps, at the knee of the big Buddha, retracted his body, and the black bamboo pole bounced off his shoulder and landed in front of him.

"Qingcheng Ling Xuzi has arrived, and Tang Qingfeng has not yet shown up to die!" A clear and angry voice suddenly resounded on both sides of the strait.

A black shadow suddenly burst out of the river, "Tang Laosan has already come, and Senior Ling Xuan has not yet received death." With this voice, countless silver rays of light flew out from between his hands, instantly enveloping Ling Xuzi's body.

The Tang family is unlearned-Tianluo.

However, in the face of this lore momentum, Ling Xuozi snorted coldly: "The small skill of carving insects is not enough to worry about!"

The figure did not retreat, but advanced, and the bamboo pole in his hand had turned white, turning into a round of blue light wheel to cover the countless silver rays of light.

This is the Bright Moon Sword Technique that Chen Fusheng once used, but compared to Chen Fusheng, he undoubtedly performed it more exquisitely and freehand.

Mingyue swordsmanship as Qingcheng's superior swordsmanship, when attacking is like moonlight, the most fancy a "sprinkling" word, when defending is purely skillful, with the word "dial" and "sticky".

Ling Xuzi has been invested in Qingcheng for more than ten years, and he doesn't know how much effort he has spent on this set of Mingyue swordsmanship, and he has already reached the realm of sending and receiving from the heart, and these tentative secret weapons are indeed no different from the carving insect skills for him.

However, after the black-clothed man who came out of the river emitted a silver light, he no longer tempted, and with a light tiptoe, he and Ling Xuzi respectively occupied one of the knees of the Big Buddha, and there was not a drop of water on his body.

Ling Xuzi sneered, the bamboo shadow suddenly stopped, Chen Fusheng could see clearly, the original cyan bamboo pole was covered with many silver needles, except for the place where Ling Xuzi's wrist was held, there was actually no trace of emerald green.

With a shake of the situation, the silver needle originally attached to the bamboo pole bounced off the bamboo pole at the same time and fell into the river, Ling Xuozi stopped making other movements and paused.

Obviously, after this round of fighting, the two sides already have a little understanding of each other's strength, and the current silence is just to prepare for a big battle for a while.

"Hehe, next, those monks from Lingyun Temple should come forward. The big man on the side spoke with great experience.

For his words, Chen Fusheng agreed, someone was fighting at the door of his house, as a landlord, he had to come out to take a look anyway, not to mention that the origins of the two sides of this fight were not simple, I don't know how many times Lingyun Temple had witnessed the duel If there is nothing to say, it is really sorry for their name as the three major martial arts forbidden places in Shu.

Sure enough, as soon as the two sides stopped, an old monk in a robe floated out of the plank road, but the disciple of Buddhism, he didn't dare to step on the Buddha like those two, but quietly fell to the bottom of the Buddha, which looked quite funny.

"Amitabha. The old monk recited a Buddha trumpet, the voice was not loud, but the thousands of spectators on both sides of the strait felt as if it was ringing in their ears at the same time.

"What a powerful monk!" Chen Fusheng secretly staggered, before the other party performed light skills, he was like a mortal, without revealing the foundation of martial arts at all, but the internal strength of this hand was so extraordinary, with his Buddha name, even a character like Chen Fusheng couldn't help but be a little shaken.

"Entering the Tao with martial arts, this old monk has definitely opened up the hundred veins around his body and entered the highest level of martial arts cultivation!" Chen Fusheng frowned slightly, this old monk's cultivation is more advanced than the realm of his original sense of heaven and earth, after all, he has just practiced, and the other party's martial arts have indeed been honed for I don't know how many years, and the degree of profundity and spiciness, even if the cultivation is not gone, against this old monk, Chen Fusheng does not have much chance of winning, at most he barely maintains an undefeated position with the quality of his exercises. ”

"There are many talented people in the world, I used to underestimate the people of the world, too, the world is big, there are countless people who are better than me and have worked hard, and these people are really normal. Chen Fuchang exhaled and secretly became vigilant, although he was concentrating on studying and practicing martial arts before, he still couldn't help but have the idea that cultivators were superior to others in his heart, but he didn't expect that a monk from Shu had already given him a blow to the head.

But in fact, he is a little arrogant, this old monk is not an ordinary person, compared to the abbot of Lingyun Temple. is a generation higher, looking at the whole world, there are only a dozen people who can compare with him in martial arts.

If it weren't for the important people involved in the Qingcheng faction and Tangjiabao this time, he was worried that the abbot and nephew would not be able to suppress the scene, and he was worried about causing some big turmoil and causing innocent casualties, no matter how big the matter was, he would not come to join in the excitement.

The old monk wearing a simple robe finally landed on his feet, thrust the bamboo reed Zen staff into the earth, put his palms together, bowed his head, and let out a lion's roar.

The sound is like thunder, and the name moves for ten miles.

"Buddhism quietly, do not like to kill, Qingcheng faction and Tangjiabao have already notified the temple to tell the two Tan Yue, the matter of the competition, but also hope to stop at the point, otherwise, life and death should have nothing to do with the two sects. ”

The man in black turned around and saluted, "Thank you Master for the warning, Tang San saved." ”

The young man in the green shirt laughed loudly, gritted his teeth and said: "The hatred of killing my father, I don't share the sky, Tang Qingfeng, today you and I Ling Xuzi will never die." ”