The victory of the flag provoked the monks of the withered ancient temple to cheer. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Breaking the karma, Cihang returned to the withered ancient temple and sat down beside the saints, and laughed at Shengguan: "Buddha friend, your victory in this battle is really not very beautiful." ”

Breaking the karma, Cihang wiped the blood on his face, and said coldly: "Hmph! Victory is victory!

Yuan Zishengguan seems to be happy to play, and he doesn't shirk at the moment, "Since the Buddha friends have said so, then I can't shirk either, this second battle, let me play......"

The first battle was lost, and the prodigal son did not look back, both hated and angry, but the result could not be changed. He didn't expect that the evil feats he was once proud of had become his current shortcomings. After this battle, the prodigal son also secretly made up his mind that he must do it.

Feng Lingjun laughed and said, "You really won me the opportunity to play......"

The prodigal son glared at Feng Lingjun angrily, then snorted coldly and stopped talking. Sleeve Hongxue checked the prodigal son's injuries and was relieved after making sure that there was no major problem. For Feng Lingjun's action to stop it, Sleeve Hongxue was very grateful, "Dao Feng's order, thank you for ......"

Feng Lingjun didn't care, "It's okay, the most important thing to thank is Little Brother Sima, if he hadn't asked him in advance, I might not have been able to make a move in time." Then Feng Lingjun rubbed his hands again, "I can finally show my might." ”

Lin Nianzhen poured cold water on the side, "Whether you can play or not depends on the result of the second game...... It seems that the withered ancient temple is due to the victory of the view......"

Everyone frowned in unison, the cultivation of the self-victory view is by no means worse than the karma of Cihang, and it may not be easy to win this second battle.

"Sister Hongxue will definitely win!" Que Feiduo is very confident in the sleeve Hongxue.

Sima Taixiao shook Hongxue's hand and said solemnly: "Hongxue, just do your best in everything, don't work hard, if you miss this opportunity, we can find another way, you know?"

Sleeve Hongxue nodded, but she was already ready to fight desperately in her heart. Seeing that Sleeve Hongxue agreed so happily, Sima faintly guessed her thoughts, but there was nothing she could do.

"Holy monk, what should I pay attention to in that Karma Shengguan?"

Hearing Sima's question, the Buddha said slowly: "Don't look at him ......."

Hearing this answer, everyone felt that the victory was even more elusive. It's very important to look into your opponent's eyes because you can read a lot of information from their eyes, such as where they are going to move, whether they are going to attack or defend...... Based on this information, you will be prepared to deal with it accordingly. But now that you can't look at the view of self-victory, then you have already subtracted the three-point chance of winning.

Sima also wanted to ask what was wrong with the eyes of Yuan Zishengguan, and the Red Lotus Dixin had already stood up again and said loudly: "The first battle, the withered ancient temple wins! The second battle, the cold ice road!

Because of Shengguan, he gave a slight salute to Sima and the others, and then appeared in the cold ice road. The sleeve red snow jumped up and fell from the sky of the cold ice road, just like a fairy out of the dust, beautiful and envious.

Sima Tai smiled and said to Feng Lingjun next to him: "Brother Feng, I'm worried that Hongxue will fight for her life, so I also asked Brother Feng to stop him when he sees that things are not good......"

"Haha, the little brother really cares about the owner of the sleeve pavilion, don't worry......"

After receiving Feng Lingjun's affirmative reply, Sima Taixiao was a little relieved.

The cold ice road is paved with thousands of years of cold ice, and the temperature inside is extremely low, even comparable to the temperature of the fast snow lonely peak. Both sides entered, each concentrating.

"It is a great honor for the poor monk to be able to learn from the owner of the Hometown Museum, who is famous in today's martial arts......"

"The master is overrated...... In today's battle, the owner of this hall is only to take away his brother!"

"Amitabha, blood and family, human nature, if the owner of the pavilion can win today, we will voluntarily release people, but in the future, I hope that the owner of the pavilion can restrain the prodigal son more, and must not let him do evil things again, otherwise, the withered ancient temple will never sit idly by......"

"If you don't have evil intentions, how can you do evil things, it's just that you are chasing after the wind and shadows!"

"Hah, I hope so...... Sleeve Pavilion Master, please come in!"

As soon as the words of the Yuanzi Shengguan fell, the Buddha was full of glory, constantly refracted on the ice, and it was very good-looking, coupled with the current golden body appearance of the Yuanzi Shengguan, he was like an Arhat King Kong, solemn and majestic.

The sleeve red snow did not show weakness, and the Confucianism was dazzling. As soon as his hands were loosened, Hongxue had already held two handfuls of red-scaled pythons and took the lead in making a move.

The Scarlet Poison Shadow slashed through the air in two graceful arcs, striking at the Origin of Victory. Because of Shengguan's hands folded, although his feet did not move, his body had moved, no matter how the red scale python attacked, he could always dodge without a trace.

Sleeve Hongxue couldn't find out the depth of the victory, so she had to change her moves and attack as much as she could. I saw that the momentum of the sleeve red snow changed, and the image of the goddess of the battlefield suddenly appeared, and the attack was very fierce. Because of the victory, he didn't dare to be careless, and he dodged for the first time.

"Convert your mind and meditate with a light!"

The heart of refuge, the trick of meditation, the light to open the way. Because of the appearance of the famous trick of Shengguan, the body is fixed and hidden, and the holy light is shining, which is unpredictable. Sleeve Hongxue couldn't catch the opponent's changing body, and knew that the attack was coming soon, so he turned to attack and defend.

"Celebrity!"

The beauty dances, the heaven and the earth celebrate, and the red-scaled python spirals up, protecting the red snow around the sleeves. The tricks of the victory came from all directions, but they were all blocked, and his figure was also revealed in the Qingshan music and dance. The sleeve red snow move is changed again, it is for the joy of breaking the array!

Yuan Zisheng saw that his trick was broken, and he was slightly surprised, and when he saw the breaking array coming, he hurriedly hid again. The sleeve red snow moves are dazzling, and the four styles of Yanle four-part dance change back and forth, even if it is due to the extraordinary victory, it is impossible to prevent it for a while, and it falls into disadvantage.

Everyone in the stands was impressed by the beautiful and elegant moves of Sleeve Hongxue.

"Yan Le Four-part Dance...... The Confucianism has long been lost, and the peerless ...... "Although Lin Nianzhen has already seen Sleeve Hongxue use this set of martial arts, this is the first time to take a serious look at it after all.

Sima asked: "Confucian Fengling is a Confucian woman, she must be very familiar with this set of martial arts, why does she seem a little surprised?"

Lin Nianzhen replied: "This is indeed a Confucian trick, but it has long been lost, and I have only seen it in some literature, but I didn't expect it...... I don't know what the master of the Sleeve Pavilion is from?"

Sima suddenly realized, "Hongxue's sect doesn't have a name, and I only know that it's a branch of Confucianism." ”

"I see...... Confucianism can produce a large number of people, there are many branches, and some are tired of the world and choose to remain incognito, or even erase the name of the master, no dispute, I want to come to the master of the sleeve hall is one of them......"

Sima asked again: "Then the Confucian order can know the martial arts of "Wonderful Sound and Divine Sound"?"

"It is also a long-lost martial art of Confucianism, and it mostly attacks with sound waves and butterfly shadows. With these two Confucian masters, it is no wonder that he can achieve such a state in less than five hundred years. Lin Nianzhen seemed to think of something again, "Sima Gongzi, as far as I know, that Mengqi used the martial arts of "Yanluo Dream", and Mengqi died at the hands of you and the master of the sleeve pavilion, I don't know where the martial arts secrets of "Yanluo Dream" are?"

"Menghua Soul is Hongxue's uncle, and she is also the last one to learn Yanluo Dream, she has already destroyed the secret, and this martial art is really lost. ”

"That's it......" Lin Nianzhen couldn't hide the regret in his heart, "It's a pity...... Confucianism is vast and has many miraculous achievements, but it is a pity that there are countless lost for various reasons......"

The battle between Sleeve Hongxue and Yuanzishengguan entered a white-hot one, and Sleeve Hongxue steadily gained the upper hand. The clothes on the body of the Yuan Zi Shengguan were damaged in many places, but they were not injured at all, and it can be seen that the Yuan Zi Shengguan is not general, but the main reason is still in the sleeve red snow itself.

"The owner of the Sleeve Pavilion didn't dare to look into the eyes of the poor monk, he must have heard some information about the poor monk's ability from Ah Luo's mouth......

Sleeve Hongxue failed to hurt the enemy, precisely because she had this limitation, and it was difficult to play the full role of her moves.

Yuan Zishengguan sneered, the corners of his mouth rose, forcing back the red-scaled python evil while violently mentioning the Yuan Gong, and suddenly the Buddha's light was dazzling, and it was even more dizzy under the continuous refraction of the ice surface. The sleeve red snow was illuminated by the dazzling Buddha light, and instinctively closed his eyes, and the attack in his hand was also half a minute slower.

The Buddha's light dissipated, and Sleeve Hongxue instinctively opened his eyes again, but it was not good to say secretly, because his eyes happened to meet the eyes of Yuan Zishengguan.

"Contemplation is at ease!"

A moment of staring at each other made the sleeve red snow fall into the abyss, and he found that the surrounding scene had changed, and he was already in the endless darkness. (To be continued.) )