Mahasattva said suspiciously: "You are obviously wearing the clothes of the Shenglang Sect, how can you be a member of the Emperor Sect?"

Lu Xiaoyuan said with a smile: "The master likes the costumes of the various sects, and the Taoist robes of the Shenglang faction are beautiful, what's wrong with wearing one? But ah, I don't like all the clothes, such as the monk robe of the Ming Wangzong, just like the fur of the eagle dog, it's really not good-looking, hehe." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As soon as these words came out, all the monks of the Ming King Sect stood up and scolded, but the people of the Five Sects of the Righteous Path applauded loudly.

Mahasattva snorted and said, "We don't care which sect you are..."

Mahasa's anger rose again, his body moved slightly, and he heard Lu Xiaoyuan shouting: "Are you going to attack again?" had to endure it for the time being, and said in his heart: "Find a chance, the Buddha will break you into ten thousand pieces." Holding back his anger, he asked, "Why do you say I'm talking nonsense?"

Lu Xiaoyuan said with a smile: "I just said, I am a disciple of Du Yunshan sent by the Emperor's Society, originally, the head of the sect was going to send me to compete in martial arts, but because I had something to do, I couldn't arrive in time, so I let this Mingyuan nephew replace me." In other words, the person who competes with you should be me, not my nephew. So, I stopped you because I wanted to compete with you personally, if I were a disciple, I wouldn't have the right to disturb your competition, I said that you are talking nonsense and making a lot of nonsense, is it reasonable?"

Su Wanling listened to him claiming to be Du Yunshan's disciple from the audience, and her heart moved, and she secretly laughed: "This nerd thinks it's too awkward to call Zhang Heng his uncle, so he wants to take the opportunity to improve his seniority." "As for him challenging Mahasa, he naturally wants to repay the emperor's life-saving grace of sending Zhang Heng.

Mahasattva heard him say a lot of things, and the general purpose was to change someone else to compete with him, but at this moment, thinking of the murderous and hideous demeanor of this young Taoist that day, he also had palpitations, and said: "No, the winner of this competition is about to be divided, how can you change people at this moment? Get out of here!"

Lu Xiaoyuan smiled and said, "Don't you dare to compete with me?" Alas, it seems that the rumors in the martial arts are true. ”

Mahasakhi said, "What rumors?"

Lu Xiaoyuan said with a straight face: "Word of mouth in the martial arts shows that after the alliance between Wang Zong and Tianwuwei, these many masters have gathered together, and there is no sect or faction in the world that can fight..."

Mahasa looked smug and nodded, "Uh-huh, is this still fake?"

Lu Xiaoyuan smiled: "But, there is a way that is a grain of rat feces and a pot of porridge." There are some pretentious and scorching pustules in this alliance, who are obviously useless, but they still hype up and swagger through the market, and his infamy alone has tarnished the reputation of the entire alliance. Master, do you know who this man is?"

Mahasattva's mind was dull, and he casually asked, "Who?"

Seeing him so cooperative, Lu Xiaoyuan couldn't help laughing, and said seriously: "I don't know very well. You know that this man has a donkey face, a pockmarked face, and a tall body, but he is a complete straw bag, do you know this person?"

The disciples of the Emperor Society on the stage have always been resentful because Mingyuan was ridiculed by Mahasattva, and many young disciples shouted in unison at this time: "Big baked cakes, big baked cakes!"

Mahasattva was really furious, and shouted: "Little miscellaneous hair, compare it, the Buddha has slaughtered you!" said that he was about to pounce, but he heard a person shouting: "Master don't be angry, big things are important, don't entangle with this kid!" He didn't dare to disobey the words of the leader of the Tianwuwei after all, and gritted his teeth and took a step back.

Lu Xiaoyuan continued: "I also heard that this person is a disciple of the Ming Wang Sect, or the personal disciple of the sect master Difan Rava, the eldest disciple and the second disciple under the seat of Difan Rava have extremely high martial arts cultivation, this person is compared to the first two disciples, it is a heaven and an earth." Eh, master, how many disciples are you?"

Lu Xiaoyuan's words poked at Mahasa's sore spot. Isn't this a saying that Mahasattva can say who else can he say? Zhuowo and Dharani are both masters of the heavenly rank, and their martial arts skills can be described as extraordinary, but his martial arts realm has only reached the immortal level, which can be said to have greatly lost the face of Devan Rava.

The Imperial officials and the Heavenly Warriors respected Zhuowo and Dharani, but they ignored him, and he had long been indignant about this. Right now, Lu Xiaoyuan said this in front of all the martial artists in the world, how could he bear it?

He didn't care about the leader of Tianwuwei anymore, the halberd pointed at Lu Xiaoyuan, and shouted: "Come, let's compare the high." If your skills are not as good as others, the Buddha will want your life!"

Zhuowo and Dharani knew that if they came forward to stop them, it would only make the junior brother lose face even more, and looking at this kid's skills and strength to save people, his cultivation was not yet the holy position, so he was not too worried.

Lu Xiaoyuan saw him take the bait, and he was secretly happy in his heart, and stretched out his hand and said, "Give me back my sword." ”

After the battle between Mahasattva and him, he carefully recalled the situation at that time, and felt that it was quite strange, this little Taoist priest's cultivation had reached the holy position, but he was able to cut off his own scriptures, I am afraid that the main reason was on the bronze sword in his hand, which may be a sharp weapon of the world. Now that the bronze sword is in hand, it means that he will not return it.

The bronze sword turned around in his hand, and said hatefully: "This is your sneak attack on the Buddha and was taken by the Buddha." The Buddha suffers a loss, let's fight you with this murder weapon!"

Lu Xiaoyuan saw that he regarded the bronze sword as a divine weapon, and secretly laughed: "This bronze sword is really so powerful, will I still suffer a loss when I fought with people before?" but made an angry face and shouted: "You are so shameless, give it back to me!"

Mahasattva took a step backwards, kept the original distance from Lu Xiaoyuan, and said with a shy face: "Little Zamao, you win the Buddha, and then talk about returning the sword!" shouted angrily: "Let's shoot!"

But I heard a person on the stage preach loudly: "Nephew Lu Xian, you can't beat this master empty-handed." The Shenglang faction also has a few weapons that can be barely used, and if I lend it to you for the time being, it can be regarded as a favor of the Shenglang faction to the emperor's faction. The speaker was none other than Zihua Zhenren, who stood up and raised a long sword in his right hand.

Lu Xiaoyuan said: "Thank you, Daoist Zihua." He walked up to the stage, in front of Zihua, and raised his hands above his head. Zihua put the long sword in Lu Xiaoyuan's hand and said in a low voice: "Be improvised, be careful in everything." ”

Lu Xiaoyuan responded, and pulled out a section of the long sword, revealing four gems, and the dazzling and shining light overshadowed the cold glow of the blade, but it was Xuan Yin's seven-star sword. His gaze swept behind Zihua, and Xuan Yin nodded slightly to himself, with a hint of encouragement.