Watching one person after another pass by, many of them were good at light skills, Li Juexian was also a little anxious, and his steps were actually a little faster with his thoughts, but when he arrived, there were already hundreds of people in front of the White Horse Temple, but fortunately, the square in front of the White Horse Temple was relatively large, so there were no three layers inside and three layers outside.

Looking up, I saw a whole circle in front of Li Wenshuo, eighteen warrior monks with sticks, all of them looked resolute, burly, and the fine steel rods in their hands were even more revealing a black light, and they actually put out the world-famous stick formation of the White Horse Temple.

Li Juexian also did not dare to rush forward, only to hear the side of the spectator said that his brother really rode on the white horse in front of the temple, there are monks to dissuade him is not willing to come down at all, helpless, the monk wants to forcibly pull him off the horse, who knows that he was knocked over to the ground by his three fists and two feet, although there is no big problem, but although the White Horse Temple is not a martial arts sect, but the monks in the temple practice Buddhism weekdays, still did not give up martial arts, the white horse stick array in the temple is alone in the world, and the legend is that the battle of the upper ranks is like a common thing.

An old man with a guqin on his back coughed lightly, and was immediately recognized as Mr. Mo Li, a very famous martial arts senior in the vicinity, all of whom were clasping their fists.

The old man nodded, looked at the white horse stick formation not far away, stroked his beard and said, "The old man has lived here all his life, but he hasn't seen this white horse stick formation for thirty years. ”

"The seniors have a lot of knowledge, can you introduce the power of this white horse stick array to the juniors?"

The old man smiled slightly, as if he was a little proud, and his voice was unconsciously raised.

"The White Horse Stick Array is composed of eighteen stick monks of the White Horse Temple, there are three sayings of heaven, earth and man, and the cloth in front of you is the herringbone stick array, which is composed of eighteen peak stick monks in the first realm. The Dizi Stick Array, dominated by six Xianfeng realm stick monks, composed of twelve primordial stick monks, is powerful enough to compare with a general grandmaster master, as for the Tianzi stick array, it is rumored that at the peak of the White Horse Temple, three monks of the grandmaster realm presided, supplemented by twelve Xianfeng stick monks, and the strength is not known how strong. ”

As soon as these words came out, the listeners were all dazzled, and in front of them were eighteen masters at the peak of the initial realm, even if they did not form a stick formation, they were also a big force in the rivers and lakes, and such a master was so obscure in this White Horse Temple that he practiced penance, and his heart couldn't help but have a little more respect.

Li Wenshuo was in the stick array, and he didn't know how powerful this stick array was, but at the moment the wine was awake, and he only felt that his face was hot, and he swore again that he must quit drinking in the future, no, drink less, Li Wenshuo thought like this, looked at the surrounding array, and seemed to see what the doorway was, although the Xianfeng master was a lot stronger than the initial realm, but there was also a gap between the Xianfeng, ordinary people and others who had just entered the Xianfeng, and the cultivation strength was only worth five or six peak masters of the initial realm, Li Wenshuo entered the Xianfeng at the age of ten, and he had been honed in this realm for eight years, and the strength of the realm was extremely stable。 Not to mention the master of the first realm, even if it is an ordinary Xianfeng martial artist, there is no threat to him, since he stepped into the rivers and lakes, the people who have fought against him, whether it is the lady of Baihua or the one-eyed child of Huanggang Dao, let alone hearty, even if it is in a bitter battle, it can't be said. But this time, he felt the slightest threat, and did not make a rash move, and the two sides froze for a while.

Another quarter of an hour passed, the monk in front of him was surprisingly patient, just standing motionless, Li Wenshuo had no doubt that if he didn't make a move, or if he didn't admit defeat, they would be able to stand until tomorrow, it seems that this stick method is really not to be underestimated, thinking of this, Li Wenshuo was a little itchy, and said loudly: "Today I was drunk and inadvertently offended the White Horse Temple, which is very rude, I am sorry." Saying that, Li Wenshuo bowed down and hugged his fists, but then the words changed, "There are a few Lao, since you have made a move today, you can't let a few people go back like this without doing anything, how faceless!"

Looking at the smile on Li Wenshuo's face, one of the warrior monks led by him snorted coldly and shouted: "Don't be ashamed to speak!

Then the eighteen warrior monks moved at their feet, and the eighteen people were divided into two circles, inside and outside, and circled around Li Wenshuo, and at the same time, the circle continued to shrink, Li Wenshuo did not dare to be careless, as the saying goes, the gun pierced a line, and the stick hit a large area. The circle continues to shrink, and Li Wenshuo will not even find the slightest room to toss and turn.

In an instant, Li Wenshuo also moved, his body was as swift as a swallow, as fast as thunder, and he smashed a stick monk with a punch, and the stick monk was also smashed out with a stick that was not slow, just to prevent it, but it was on par with Li Wenshuo, the marksmanship was all telescopic in the circle, and the stick law was smashed with the speed of smashing. As the old proverb goes: "Slow knives and quick sticks kill." "The stick is smashed and split, and the whole body is focused. Li Wenshuo's experience at this time is even more profound, I really can't figure out why a person in the first realm can block his punch, but he can't let him think too much, within the big array, the stick shadows overlap, Li Wenshuo fell into a disadvantage in an instant, and he couldn't even find a chance to ventilate between the hasty responses, and the stick array was sometimes overlapped, sometimes interspersed, which was so subtle that people felt dazzled when they looked at it.

"I didn't expect to go out to meet friends tonight, not only did I see the white horse stick formation, but I also learned that there are such young Xianfeng masters in the rivers and lakes.

Mr. Mo Li's words can be regarded as speaking to the hearts of everyone, some of them who practice martial arts, only to see that the young man in that field with his fists and feet alone sealed the shadow of the stick in the sky, the speed of the shot, the strength of the eyesight, are not comparable to the martial artists of the first realm.

Li Wenshuo also worked extremely hard to defend, and for a while, the defense of nearly 100 moves made him a little breathless, and his body turned around, and his body method accelerated suddenly, but it only caused the formation to stagnate, and the shadow of the stick fell like raindrops. However, Li Wenshuo also took this opportunity to pull out the Qingshuang Sword.

On the square, everyone saw that under the white moonlight, a sword light rushed into the sky, and the cold gradually revealed, but it was only for a moment, once again hidden under the shadow of the black stick, Li Wenshuo was no accident, just fought, he was already taken advantage of, and at this moment he didn't expect to be able to gain any upper hand by drawing the sword, but it would not be so embarrassed again, the green frost danced, the sword qi flew away from the length of Zhang Xu, and occasionally came out of the battle, that is, ploughed out a ravine on the ground paved with bluestone slabs, between the swords and sticks, there was a hidden sound of wind and thunder, and the people present were all dazzled and shaken。

"Half scattered!"

With Li Wenshuo's low shout, everyone saw that Li Wenshuo's figure was blurred, and a milky white sword hung was born in the array, and the sword qi of the Sensen made the onlookers feel that the whole body was like a needle prick, but the eighteen stick monks still did not change their faces, they were eighteen people, and they had practiced the stick formation for more than 20 years.

I saw that many stick monks retreated together, and three of them came out of the battle for the first stick monk, one of them faced the head with a stick, and the other carried a stick to sweep its back.

Li Wenshuo also didn't look at it, the long sword still stabbed straight out, the warriors fought fiercely, the most taboo is the hesitation, looking forward and backward, the swordsmanship is even more so, indomitable, not only the sword intent, but also the sword heart.

Seeing such a decisive sword, the people in front of him were also amazed, he practiced martial arts for more than 20 years, and still stayed in this initial realm, but there is nothing to regret, only the same is the initial realm, in order to practice this herringbone stick array as one, out of the gods, but for the swordsman in front of him who is so young and seems to be quite accomplished in the Xianfeng realm, he is even more admired, but admiration is admiration, the stick monk is not chaotic at all, and shouted in a low voice: "Be careful!"

Between the words, the stick method actually moved down abruptly, and the gun at the bottom of the stick could be taken off with its sleeve! It was actually a stick pointed at Li Wenshuo's wrist, if it was solid, the long sword in his hand would inevitably come out of his hand, and Li Wenshuo would not give him this opportunity, and he was about to change his tricks immediately, but who knew that the stick was actually taken back, and he only felt that his back was like being struck by lightning, and his eyes suddenly turned black, and he flew out a few feet away in an instant.

Li Wenshuo struggled to get up, only to feel that the two sticks had scattered all the strength of his body, and there was no time to meditate, so he didn't want to fight again, so he had to clench his fists and admit defeat at the moment.

"It's really a great stick, and today is really a great insight!"

The head stick monk also performed a Buddhist salute with one hand, and said with a smile: "The donor praises it, the donor's swordsmanship is outstanding, and the meaning of the dust is also an eye-opener for the poor monk." If I don't ride a white horse in front of this temple in the future, I will be treated as a guest and treated with courtesy. ”

Rao is Li Wenshuo is thick-skinned, and his face is flushed in front of hundreds of people, scratching his head and saying with a smile: "I was taught today, and I will definitely come again another day to ask for advice." ”

The kind words said by Li Wenshuo, a stick monk, were not taken seriously, and said with a smile: "The stick monk of the White Horse Temple can compete with the martial artists of the world at any time. ”

The words were extremely arrogant, and everyone present applauded.

Li Wenshuo drunkenly drew his sword, fought for the first time in the White Horse Stick Formation, and two moments later, he was defeated.