Before he got up, the white figure in front of him flickered, and his two hands grabbed the two of them respectively. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the two of them each resisted with "Three Immortals Broken" and "Meteor Fall", but the claws turned into countless hand shadows halfway, and they grabbed the wrists of the two while they were stunned.

Shouxiong forced the black eagle away with the "Five Dragons Breaking Demon Seal", and when he saw the two junior brothers being attacked, he shouted: "Senior Brother Dayong's subordinates are merciful!" As soon as the words were finished, Lu Xiaoyuan and Shourong were thrown back.

He was about to come to the rescue, but he heard a person behind him shouting: "So bold, dare to hurt my Buddha Jue Temple holy beast!" Turning his head, he saw a young monk swinging his fist at Shoubai, and hurriedly used the "Great Supreme Fist", and rushed to Shoubai's side with his fist, and punched the monk, and the fist was agitated, Shoubai couldn't stand it, and was shocked and staggered back.

The five of them gathered together and saw three young monks standing opposite, and the central monk was wearing a moon-white monk's robe, smiling and radiant.

Shouxiong recognized him as the disciple grandson of the monk Xinzhi, the law name Dayong, and he was a first-class figure among the younger generation of disciples, and at the third and fourth martial arts conferences, Xuan Yin was defeated by him one after another, allowing him to win two consecutive championships.

Shouxiong clearly said something just now, but Dayong still threw out the two junior disciples, which was really rude, and said angrily: "Why are you so unreasonable and hurt people!?"

A monk said contemptuously: "It's a few of you who are too unhelpful, my senior brother will beat you dizzy with a little skill, who is to blame." ”

As soon as these words came out, the five people were furious. Shouxiong, Shourong, and Lu Xiaoyuan waved their fists and drew their swords to attack the three monks.

Dayong clasped his hands together, his face was full of holy light, and he recited, "Amitabha." "Latent luck true qi, a golden barrier rose from the ground, and the other two monks each took out a palm, and two golden Zen Gang qi was injected into the barrier.

This is the defensive martial art of the Buddha Jue Temple, "Shewei Golden Shield", the fist wind, the long sword hit it, the sound of "Dangdang" was loud, and the golden barrier was fine.

Dayong smiled: "Offended!" With a shake of his arms, the golden barrier suddenly pushed forward, and the three of Shouxiong felt a strong push, unable to resist it, and were shaken back to their original places.

A monk sneered: "Is this the martial arts of the disciples of the Shenglang Sect? ”

Dayong smiled slightly, and said: "The golden-eyed Xuandiao of our temple will not hurt people for no reason, the three little monks and brothers saw the Xuandiao fighting with you, and mistakenly recognized you as the villains who were looking for provocation, so they did it with you, and if it was inappropriate, please also ask Haihan." ”

Shouxiong mentioned it by him, and he also knew that his side was killing on the steep mountain, so that he would be attacked by the golden-eyed eagle, one of the eight holy beasts of the temple, and he was on his side, and he had nothing to say when he landed.

Dayong smiled: "There was a misunderstanding, everyone, goodbye." He bowed to the five and turned away.

The five people glanced at each other, and they all felt that they had lost under the hands of the three monks this time, and faintly heard the unbridled laughter of the three monks in the distance, and they were not in the mood to laugh along the way, so they returned to the Shenglang Courtyard.

The four sects, the famous factions, and the prominent families who participated in the meeting all had their own courtyards, while the small sects, rangers, and Jianghu men lived in one place. Su Wanling is a woman, and she lives with the female disciples of Su Hua Zhenren, and she happens to be in the same bedroom as Ning Si.

The lobby of the Imperial Sect Courtyard was lively and cheerful, Zhang Heng came back from his travels, and many people from the Imperial Sect who had a good relationship with him arrived in the lobby, and everyone gathered together to chat.

Zhang Heng has a rigorous and dignified temperament, and it is inevitably a little boring to tell the scene of killing the demon clan and eradicating the evil people. Fortunately, there are many witty people among these people, and the atmosphere is also lively.

After a while, Du Yunshan arrived, and Zhang Heng told him about the major events after the separation from the Holy King City. Du Yunshan's disciples were all wiped out in the second battle of good and evil, Zhang Heng was his new disciple after the war, and he was very relieved to see that this big disciple was mature and experienced in doing things, and he was very happy to see that he was not three years ago.

When Zhang Heng mentioned that the young man he saved in the Holy King City was thrown into Qinghua's sect, Du Yunshan's face changed, and he slapped the table violently. Everyone was in awe of this strict second branch leader, and when they saw Du Yunshan's face covered with frost, they couldn't help but feel worried.

Zhang Hengqi said: "Master, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the disciple?"

Du Yunshan came back to his senses after a long while, glanced at the surprised people in the hall, and said, "No, you did the right thing." I'm going to rest, let's talk. He got up and left.

Zhang Heng and Du Yunshan are both the same solemn words and deeds, and they will never behave abnormally for no reason, except for a few disciples of the three branches in the hall, the rest of them don't know the reason.

Du Yunshan sat at the table in his bedroom, looking at a bean candle on the table, and between the flickering candles, it turned into a girl's face. Like smoke, the past comes to mind. His cold countenance, unsmiling, was only to hide thirty years of disappointment and fifteen years of grief.

In the early morning of the next day, Lu Xiaoyuan was woken up by the sound of coming and going outside the room. The martial arts conference is about to start, and the participating disciples are very excited, hoping to achieve a good ranking in the conference, not only to make a name for themselves, but also to increase the prestige of the sect, so they are prepared to get up early.

Lu Xiaoyuan had breakfast with the four senior brothers and arrived at the central venue of the Zen Temple. More than 1,000 people gathered in the venue, and the sound of conversation, arguments, and laughter resounded. Although there were only 100 people participating in the competition, there were quite a few sightseeing disciples and scattered people from various sects, and when they looked down from above, they were all densely packed with human heads.

Lu Xiaoyuan, Shouxiong, and Shourong went up to the high platform, stood in the queue of participating disciples, and looked left and right, these top disciples of each sect were all full of energy and confidence.

Seeing Ning Si standing in the front line, Lu Xiaoyuan beckoned, "Senior sister, you came so early!"

This woman has a melon seed face and phoenix eyes, it is when Lu Xiaoyuan stole into the Huijun Pavilion to look for meditation, and caught him with Ying Si. Since that day, she has labeled Lu Xiaoyuan: frivolous and shameless. Of course, she would not be polite to this unsuccessful junior brother, and glared and said: "You don't come to entangle Senior Sister Ning Si, she is the most proud disciple of the master, with you, if you do something bad, she will always be implicated." ”

Lu Xiaoyuan knew that she had sharp teeth and sharp mouth, not to mention that good men didn't fight with women, so he changed positions with the disciple of Miaohua Zhenren on the other side of the meditation.

Ning Siqi said: "Senior Brother Lu, you have only been under the master for two years, and the head of Zihua will allow you to participate in the martial arts conference? ”

Lu Xiaoyuan said proudly: "I don't want to either, who made me progress so fast and get the favor of Master Zihua?" Alas, the stronger the strength, the greater the responsibility." ”

Ning Si smiled: "Then I'll wait to see my junior brother win the championship of the martial arts conference!"

Lu Xiaoyuan nodded matter-of-factly, and said, "Master also said that I would win the championship, it's really the same as a hero, haha." ”

Ying Si kept signaling her junior sister with her eyes not to joke with this frivolous boy, but after Lu Xiaoyuan arrived, her junior sister never paid attention to herself, and she couldn't help but regret that her junior sister was too deep in the quagmire.

After a while, a bell rang, clear and loud, and suppressed the voices of four or five hundred people. followed a dozen people to the stage, and the first one was a white beard and white eyebrows, wearing a big red robe, and holding a cane, it was the master of Xinguan, who sat in the center of a row of chairs. More than a dozen people sat down, including Zihua, Xu Haobai, Chun Yuxin, and Li Yuanzhi.

Master Xinguan said: "When our temple held this martial arts conference, firstly, we wanted to select young talents from the five sects and cultivate them with great intention to prepare for the great plan to fight against the bloodthirsty sect in the future, and secondly, we planned to take advantage of this grand event to exchange martial arts experience among the masters of the five sects and elevate martial arts to a new level. I didn't expect it to develop to today's grand occasion, the world's sect families, come to eight or nine times out of ten, it is really an honor for our temple, and the old man is grateful. ”

An old man got up and smiled, "Master Xinguan is too polite. The five sects of the righteous path are the leaders of the righteous path sects, and you hold such a grand event and compete in the arts, and we can also get a glimpse of the strength of the martial arts leaders, and we should thank the master of the heart to be. ”

The heads of the five sects sit side by side at the top, and there are two rows of chairs placed opposite each other, which are the seats of the heads and leaders outside the five sects. This old man is Yu Changfeng, the master of Xiaoyao Valley, although the strength and reputation of Xiaoyao Valley are not as good as the five sects, he is also a major sect in the world, sitting third in the left column.

The first chair in the left column was empty, and behind the chair stood Song Yusheng and Song Kai, who were the seats of Song Zhongqian, the head of the Song family in Xuantan.

Lu Xiaoyuan glanced among the two columns of people, Gao Yao stood behind the fourth chair in the left column, and a slightly chubby middle-aged man was sitting on the chair. The strength of the Liang family is not strong, but Liang Zicheng and Song Yusheng have an uncle, so they were able to go to the Martial Arts Conference for sightseeing, but there was no seat.

Master Xinguan smiled slightly and said, "Lord Yu Gu is too humble. Zhengse said: "Next, the heads of the five sects will appear and gather the holy water of the five sects." ”

Two monks walked to the center of the venue, one holding a purple gold bowl and the other watching. The heads of the five sects got up separately, took out all kinds of bottles from their arms, walked to the purple gold bowl one after another, and poured the water in the bottle.

Lu Xiaoyuan quietly asked, "What are you doing here?"

Ning Si explained: "This is the ceremony of the conference, before the opening of the martial arts conference, the heads of the five sects will pour the holy water of their respective sects into the purple gold bowl, and wait for the third day to determine the final winner, and the final winner will receive the blessing of the holy water from the master of the mind on the Chengtian platform. ”

Lu Xiaoyuan said strangely: "Our Shenglang Sect still has holy water, why did I never know?"

Ning Si smiled: "It's the Tianzi River on Shenglang Mountain!"

"Huh, what kind of holy water is this?"

Pondering: "The so-called holy water blessing has no practical effect, just as a kind of glory, which means that you are the strongest among the five sects and even the young martial artists in the world. ”