Monk Nianren's hand is really beautiful, and his skills are amazing. Even Liu Yibai couldn't help but be a little shocked, and wondered: "How is this a bit like the magic power of Buddhism? ”

Qingqing snorted lightly, looked at the golden eagle who was prostrate on the ground and surrendered to the old monk Nianren, and said with a smile: "There are gods three feet above your head, white winter melon, you are not afraid that you will be knocked by the gods on the road one day?" Pointing at the smiling Nianren, he explained: "You are right, that hand just now is indeed not a supernatural power." It's just that the old bald donkey forcibly disturbed the golden eagle's mind with the supreme Buddhist sound skill, and the golden seal is just condensed by the unique golden internal force of Xiaolin Temple, and there is nothing surprising about it. ”

As if sensing what Qingqing said, Monk Nianren suddenly turned his head and glanced over here.

"This old monk is really terrifying!" Liu Yibai whispered.

The two of them looked at him like this, and they immediately didn't dare to talk about it anymore.

Even if it was a master in the early stage of the Grandmaster realm, that golden eagle could be shaved to death with one wing, but it was so easily subdued by Monk Nianren. The bird master was not too shocked, as if he had expected the result.

"Old bald donkey, give me back the bird quickly. Otherwise, I won't leave. After speaking, what was surprising was that he ...... actually sat on the ground and cried, but the corners of his eyes with a clear smile made it clear that he was pretending at a glance.

Nian Ren obviously crossed paths with him and knew his temper. Seeing that the bird master was playing a scoundrel, he was helpless, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha!"

The golden seal on the head of the golden eagle slowly disappeared, and the anger in his eyes was great, and his wings fluttered, and a violent wind rolled up. He flew up from the ground and kept hovering above the bird's head, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

The cunning look in the bird's eyes flashed, and he secretly laughed at the old bald donkey's knowledge. got up and laughed: "Old Bangzi." Since you're giving me face like this. I'll leave you some thin noodles for you, and I'll play with you next time. ”

After speaking, a jumper jumped on the back of the golden eagle, and the golden eagle roared, carrying him straight into the sky, gradually turning into a black dot, and then disappearing.

The thousands of wild dogs and earth dogs surrounding the martial arts arena also quietly retreated at some point, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. The horrible old monster was gone, and even the air felt a little fresher, and the smell was refreshing.

At this moment, the mutation was born. A black shadow quickly flew towards Mu Xiuhan.

Mu Xiuhan's pupils dilated, and he found that he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move, and could only watch the black shadow get closer and closer, closer and closer.

The black shadow slapped Mu Xiuhan heavily in the chest, and slapped him in the face three or four times in a row, and finally seemed to feel that it was not enough, and kicked him on the lower abdomen, kicking Mu Xiuhan to the ground.

Then, the whole person flashed in the air and disappeared. There was only one echo left in the entire martial arts arena, lingering: "Back then, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect entered the Tianshan Mountain Range without a sword to take the demon pill and injured a pregnant snow-white wolf, causing it to die in childbirth in the end. Now that you've got the swordless inheritance, then you can pay off some of your debts for your dead ghost master. ”

The old man's voice was slightly angry, and there was a hint of ridicule. It was the old and unserious bird master, who went and returned, just to avenge the indirect killing of wolves without a sword back then.

Mu Xiuhan angrily spit out a mouthful of blood, and secretly said that he was unlucky. With the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, I didn't expect to provoke such an old and unserious master. It's really - what a blessing to know if Seon lost his horse!

Touching the swollen cheek, this face is embarrassed.

"Bastard, one day I'm going to chop you up and feed you to those dirt dogs. ”

Mu Xiuhan struggled to get up, but he stumbled and fell to the ground again. At this moment, he had already suffered extremely serious internal injuries, and the palm of the bird master just now was not ruthless, but it was already merciful.

"Gurgle... Qingqing covered his mouth and chuckled. "It's really the wicked who have their own wicked grinding, and I'm afraid he will be uncomfortable this time. ”

Liu Yibai also couldn't cry or laugh, the hatred of the previous generation has actually been found in the next generation, and this bird master is also strange enough.

But it's also good, planting this heel can also kill his unbeatable prestige, and reduce some of his prestige among the common people.

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After the bird master made such a fuss, the next game didn't know how to proceed.

Chu Yingxuan was pounced on by a tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff and broke a few ribs; Mu Xiuhan was even more miserable, he was slapped down by the bird master, and he was seriously injured, and he was afraid that he would not be able to recover in ten days and half a month.

In this way, only Qingqing and Liu Yibai are left 'intact'.

On the viewing platform, Qin Ruoyu couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he asked the VIPs of various sects to see how to deal with it more appropriately.

"I think we should fight again on another day, and after the disciples of your pavilion and Mu Xiuhan have recovered, the four of them will be divided again. One immediately suggested.

"It's not appropriate, when will it be when the two of them are healed. I can't wait here. One immediately retorted.

"It's fairer to fight again at a later date. ”

"It's not appropriate, losing is losing, winning is winning. ”

The two quarreled non-stop, and they were red and red in the fight, and they almost blew their beards and stared at each other.

Ye Lingfeng coughed lightly and said loudly: "The two fellow Daoists want to fight again! ”

Seeing that it was Ye Lingfeng of the Ice God Valley who spoke, the two of them immediately quieted down, not daring to save his face. Ye Lingfeng took a sip of tea and said with a faint smile: "All kinds of bitter fruits have fate." encountered such a thing, and the two of them could only be blamed for their bad luck. Sometimes, luck is also part of strength. I think that Mu Xiuhan is ranked third, and his strength is obvious to everyone, and I believe there is no objection. As for the first and second places, I think it will be decided between Liu Yibai and Qingqing, what do you think?"

After speaking, the corner of his eyes secretly glanced at Rong Yunhe in Luoxiamen.

Rong Yunhe was old and refined, how could he not understand what Ye Lingfeng meant, and immediately answered: "Elder Ye's words are reasonable, and it should be so. ”

For Rong Yunhe, he is just a child, and he has played all over him. Besides, Ye Lingfeng's suggestion was only good for him, not bad. At least for Luoxiamen, although he doesn't like Liu Yibai, at least Liu Yibai is also his disciple of Luoxiamen. If you are lucky enough to win the first place, it will also be of great help to the prestige of Luoxiamen.

Why don't you be a favor? I left a good impression on Ye Lingfeng here, and I can also be praised by the head of the door when I return to the door. Why not do it?