"Amitabha, the little monk thought that the donor would not come up, and it was a pity that he was very sorry. The original monk folded his hands, and his body faintly emitted a battle intent that had never been revealed.

"An hour, is it okay?" Xiao Qingfeng smiled and asked.

"Thank you, donor. ”

The original monk naturally understood what Xiao Qingfeng meant, an hour meant to give him an hour to recover, and after thanking him, he sat cross-legged on the high platform and recovered.

After Xiao Qingfeng finished speaking, he also sat cross-legged on the high platform and closed his eyes to recuperate.

There are three reasons why he came to power, one of which is to fulfill his promise to Xiong Yan. Second, I want to attract the attention of the Daoist of Relief, so that I can worship the Yuanyang Sect with less twists and turns. Third, he really wanted to have a discussion with the original monk, and he faintly felt that this was an opportunity and an opportunity.

Xiao Qingfeng's actions naturally aroused discussion among the people below, but neither Xiao Qingfeng nor the original monk ignored it. They just waited for their battle.

An hour may feel like a quick time in an ordinary time, but it feels very long at this time. Under the gaze of everyone, the original monk and Xiao Qingfeng finally opened their eyes.

"Donor, please!" Holding a long stick, the original monk made a gesture of invitation.

"Please!" Xiao Qingfeng unsheathed the sword in his hand and made a starting gesture.

This time, the two did not wait for the other party to make the first move, almost at the same time, they both adhered to the principle of first strike in their concepts, and it also proved that the two were afraid of each other.

"Keng!" I don't know what kind of material the long stick in the hand of the original monk is forged, and the long sword in Xiao Qingfeng's hand makes a sound of gold and iron fighting.

Xiao Qingfenghui does not have many swordsmanship, only the Yuanyang swordsmanship inherited by the master, which is also a swordsmanship that has been practiced diligently for more than ten years, except for the last two killing moves, the rest of the moves have already been integrated.

Where a practitioner is stronger than a martial artist lies in the six senses. The original monk survived under the attack of the 'Flying Eagle' and the 'Quick Sword', and the six senses contributed a lot.

And the six senses are the eye, the ear, the nose, the tongue, the body, and the consciousness.

As a fellow cultivator, the advantage of the original monk's six senses is not obvious, although Xiao Qingfeng lacks experience in fighting, but with the subtlety of Yuanyang's swordsmanship, he is barely on par with the original monk.

Xiao Qingfeng naturally didn't know when he fought with the original monk, when he performed the Yuanyang swordsmanship, the relieved Taoist who had been indifferent showed a look of doubt in his eyes, and as Xiao Qingfeng fought with the original monk for more and more time, the relieved Taoist frowned deeply, and even showed a look of hatred for iron and steel.

As the fight became longer and longer, the original monk adapted to Xiao Qingfeng's fighting style and gradually began to control the rhythm. And Xiao Qingfeng always had a feeling of aggrievedness, and gradually fell into the disadvantage.

"Khooth!"

Another exchange sounded, and the sword in Xiao Qingfeng's hand was unexpectedly broken, but fortunately he reacted quickly enough, otherwise it would have been knocked down by the original monk with this move.

"Amitabha, is the donor looking down on the little monk?

Xiao Qingfeng's face remained unchanged, and he slowly pulled out the Yuanyang Sword from behind him, his expression a little more dignified. In fact, he also doubted in his heart, there was nothing abnormal when he used to practice with that sword, but when he used to use the Yuanyang sword technique just now, he always felt that he was constrained, and he couldn't be hearty.

And now holding the Yuanyang sword, a sense of familiarity comes to my heart, like a wanderer returning home, like a fish returning to the sea, and even producing a feeling of drawing a sword and looking at the heroes, and fate is out of control. And when he pulled out the Yuanyang sword, the temperament on his body changed completely, like an abyss, like the sea, and like the rising sun slowly rising.

"Okay! This is the opponent that the little monk expects. ”

The original monk shouted, and the long stick in his hand flew straight to Xiao Qingfeng.

Xiao Qingfeng's eyes flashed, and the Yuanyang sword in his hand turned, and he pointed out a sword, which happened to seal the trajectory of the long stick. Seeing this, the original monk did not change his moves, and directly came to a hard encounter. A bang sounded in the air, and everyone around them instantly ringed, but the two people on the stage didn't seem to have an impact, and they quickly changed their moves and fought again.

Changed the Yuanyang sword, Xiao Qingfeng's heart was comfortable, and there was no sense of restraint, and the swordsmanship was as if it was natural, and every move and style contained deep meaning, even if the original monk was outstanding in martial arts, the subtlety of the stick technique was also a little irresistible.

"Hahaha! good! good! This is the battle that the little monk expects, the donor is careful, take the little monk's move. "The more the original monk fought, the more excited he became, and he no longer hid his strength, and the power between his actions was more than stronger than before, and it was more than a step stronger than when he fought against others.

"Stick to the demons!"

But seeing that the original monk was on tiptoe, his figure jumped up, and he rushed towards Xiao Qingfeng in a parallel way to the ground, and at the same time, the long stick in his hand was quickly pointed out, and suddenly a stick shadow appeared in the air, and he hit Xiao Qingfeng.

Seeing this move, Xiao Qingfeng didn't have time to think about it, stepped on his right foot, his body jumped up, held the sword in both hands, and slashed at the original monk, and shouted violently: "The morning sun is rising!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Several explosions sounded on the stage, and everyone only heard a click, and the hard high platform was actually collapsed by the two of them. And after the two of them performed their tricks, they exploded backwards almost at the same time.

"All demons, evil people, all demons, ghosts!" A voice sounded in the air, but it was Monk Yun who suddenly spoke.

"Hahaha!Good!Good!Good!Good!Good demons!Good demons!Donor, take another move from the little monk!" The original monk who landed on another high platform laughed, ignoring the fact that his clothes were already messy, and his body jumped high, and hit Xiao Qingfeng, who had just landed on another high platform, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Stick to beat the demons!"

Xiao Qingfeng, who had just stood firm, looked at this style of the original monk, and his heart was cold. There is no way for him to resist this, not even if the 'morning sun is rising'. But even so, he would not sit still, holding the sword in his right hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his steps stepped out in an extremely mysterious way, and this was the momentum of another great trick of Yuanyang's swordsmanship, 'Mingyang in the air'.

"Those who rise to the sun are the light of the future! Those who are bright are the source of light." At this moment, a voice sounded in the air, but it was a relieved Taoist who suddenly spoke.

Fu Ling's heart was full, and Xiao Qingfeng suddenly realized. The rising sun is also the light of the future. The beginning of the rising sun means hope, possibility, and infinite future! When the sun is empty, it means vast, it means orthodoxy, it means that I can't do it, I can't do it!

"Mingyang is in the air!" With a soft shout, Xiao Qingfeng held the Yuanyang Sword and slashed upward.

Xiao Qingfeng and the original monk did not have the power just now, and even seemed unfazed. After a blow, it seems to have no effect. The original monk landed on the high platform, holding a long stick and not moving, and Xiao Qingfeng holding a long sword and not moving.

"The donor has good means, and the little monk loses convincingly!"

Just when everyone below was impatient, the original monk suddenly opened his mouth to admit defeat.

"The little master is polite, it's just a matter of luck. ”

Xiao Qingfeng didn't lie, now it is close to Shenshi, it is the time of the day when the sun is at its peak, and Xiao Qingfeng's bright sun is exactly the sun at this time. Performing this pose at this time will naturally increase its power a little. If it's a night fight, maybe he's the one who loses.

The original monk only thought he was modest, and he didn't care. Slowly walked in front of Monk Yun, bowed down and said, "Master, the apprentice has been entrusted by the master, please punish the master." ”

"Hahaha! It's okay!" Monk Yun didn't look like he had lost the bet at all, on the contrary, he looked very happy, "It's rare for a disciple to comprehend the 'stick beating demons' in this battle." If you lose, you lose, don't care, with the skills of you and my master and apprentice, where can we not find a place to stay. ”

"Hahaha! Relieved, the old monk is talking, let's go!" Monk Yun waved his hand, a hurricane suddenly appeared, rolled up the original monk and was about to leave, the hurricane just reached the air, suddenly turned, and swept away Hu Yidao, who had just been defeated, in the stunned eyes of everyone.

"Senior, this?" Seeing this situation, the national teacher Xiong said with relief.

"Don't worry about it, it's a chance for him. The old way is also gone!" After the Taoist said, with a wave of his big hand, a hurricane appeared, and Xiao Qing was swept away.

Xiao Qingfeng felt that his body was flying uncontrollably, and he didn't even want to say goodbye to Feng Kun before disappearing from everyone's eyes.

Although Xiao Qingfeng was swept away and flew away, his eyes could see the scene of retreating outside, and the fear in his heart was gradually replaced by excitement.

I don't know how far they flew, and they came to a small peak. The wilderness around the small peak is very lonely. When there were still two feet above the ground, the hurricane suddenly disappeared, but fortunately, Xiao Qingfeng reacted quickly enough and did not fall down directly.

"Boy, who is your master? My Yuanyang Sect's Yuanyang Sword Technique has been learned like this by you. How unreasonable!" Before Xiao Qingfeng could stand firmly, the slightly angry voice of the relieved Taoist sounded in his ears.

Looking at the gloomy face of the relieved Daoist, Xiao Qingfeng's happy mood suddenly became uneasy, and he replied honestly: "Enlighten the seniors, the junior masters respect the Dao Dao Mountain Dive." ”

"Mountain Qian?" The Taoist frowned, and then reprimanded angrily: "The junior dares to deceive the old Dao? How can my Yuanyang Sect have a mountain character? Where did the Ru Yuanyang Sword and Yuanyang Sword come from, give an explanation to the old Dao, otherwise don't blame the old Dao for using his means." ”

The Yuanyang Sect's method of accepting disciples is not simple. Generally speaking, there are two commonly used ways. First, anyone who cultivates below the foundation and can break through the mountain protection array and has a good mind can get started, but this kind of person is generally rare to pass on.

Second, Jin Dan or Yuan Shen monks who travel abroad can freely accept disciples. In response to this situation, they generally will not be brought directly into the sect, they will teach for a period of time, and then give the Yuanyang Sword and let them go to Yuanyang Mountain to apprentice, once they apprentice, they are true disciples.

The relieved Taoist thought that the junior in front of him was a disciple of a traveling senior brother and disciple, but he didn't expect it to be a name that he had never heard of.

"The seniors are angry! The juniors are not disciples of the Yuanyang Sect. Xiao Qingfeng was afraid that the Daoist would misunderstand, so he immediately explained: "The younger patriarch didn't believe in the Taoist name, and he was unable to return to the sect when he encountered a great disaster, so he left the Taoist system in Dachu, expecting the back disciples to return to the Yuanyang Sect with the Yuanyang Sword. However, the younger generation of the master is not enough, and no one has been able to achieve the last wish of the master, but the Yuanyang Sword and Yuanyang Sword Technique and the Yuanyang Wonderful Scripture have been passed down. ”

"What are you talking about, do you believe in your ancestor Dao?" Hearing the word disbelief, the relieved Taoist frowned, and a trace of shock appeared on his face.