"Don't talk nonsense. What do you want to do to bring the old Taoist here?" "People who cultivate to a high level generally do not appear in front of ordinary people, and the Taoist priest and Monk Yun have been fighting for several months without a winner, and finally Monk Yun has attracted him here, presumably to divide the winner and loser."

"Relieved old way, you and the old monk have been fighting for several months without winning or losing, even if they fight for a few more months, they may not be able to win or lose, rather than this, why don't we gamble on the fight?"

The Taoist leader shook off the dust in his hand, took two steps forward and said, "How to gamble?"

The monk gestured to the audience, pointed to the young monk in the audience and said, "That is the original disciple of the old monk, now there are three in twenty, the early stage of Qi refining cultivation, everyone present, but if anyone can defeat him, it will be regarded as an old monk." If no one in the audience can defeat him, then you will lose, how about it?"

"What about losing, what about winning?" asked Shi Ran.

"If the old monk loses, the old monk will leave with his disciples, and he will never preach in the Yuanyang Sect realm in this life, if you lose, how about not stopping the old monk from preaching here?"

"Yuanyang Sect?" Hearing this familiar and unfamiliar name, Xiao Qingfeng, who was originally a little listless in the audience, was suddenly shocked, and his eyes flashed when he looked at the relieved Taoist.

Yuanyang Sect has no reputation in front of ordinary mortals, but it is not tolerated by Monk Yun, and the situation at this time is relieved that the Taoist has to agree, and if he doesn't agree, he has to agree.

"Okay! Then it's a word!" he groaned slightly, relieved and replied. Practitioners pay great attention to everything they say and do, and they will never break their promises unless necessary.

"Haha! Okay! Then it's a word!" Seeing that the Taoist agreed, Monk Yun was overjoyed in his heart, and turned his head to the young monk in the audience and shouted: "Originally, come up quickly, after today, our master and apprentice will have their own territory." ”

"Good at Lak, Master!" the young monk responded happily, so he jumped up and stood on a high platform, with a long stick in his hand across his arm, his hands folded, and he challenged the people below: "Amitabha, the little monk is primordial, which fellow Taoist is willing to come and teach a thing or two." ”

Since the relieved Taoist responded to this gambling fight, he would naturally not be unprepared. Immediately, he stood up and said: "Lao Dao is relieved, it is a monk of Yuanyang Mountain Yuanyang Sect, all the juniors present, if anyone is better than this little monk, Lao Dao is willing to accept him as a registered disciple and pass on the Taoism." ”

None of the people present were stupid, and while the means used by Monk Yun amazed everyone, they also knew that the Daoist Master of Liberation who could compare with him must also be a person of achievement, and to be able to worship under his disciples, even if it was only a registered disciple, it was also a blessing that he had cultivated for several lifetimes.

As soon as the old man's words fell, some people couldn't help but jump onto the stage.

"In Xiayangqu, please advise. "The first to come to the stage is the Yangqu that has reached the peak of light work.

"Please advise!" said the original monk grinned.

Yang Qu knew that the monk was not simple, and he didn't hold it up, so he directly pulled out his portable sword and stabbed it forward. This is a temptation, the original monk has never shown his skills, and he does not know what is powerful, but he is confident that his light skills at the peak can cope with everything.

Seeing the sword stabbing at him, the original monk was not lazy, and waved the long stick in his hand and fought.

Yangqu is at its peak, but swordsmanship is not a strong point. The long stick in the hands of the original monk is not light, and there is a slight sense of heaviness in the action. Yang Qu has a fast body, and has been trying to find the flaws of the original monk, and the original monk dances exquisitely with a long stick in one hand, and always resists Yang Qu's sword at a critical time. The two fought dozens of moves without winning or losing, just like meeting an opponent in chess.

Time passed slowly, and everyone in the audience was staring at the struggle in the field, which was definitely the most exciting competition since the event was held.

"Xiao Feng, do you think the two of them will win?" Feng Kun's cultivation had not yet broken into the innate realm, and the battle in the field was exquisite and incomprehensible to him.

"The original monk. Xiao Qingfeng didn't leave the high platform, and replied casually.

"Why? I see that the 'Flying Eagle' Yangqu has the upper hand!" Feng Kun asked suspiciously.

"He's too anxious, look at it, five moves at most, when he can tell the winner. Looking at the battle in the field, Xiao Qingfeng showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the original monk also came to the stage, although he was still afraid, but he finally had some bottom.

Sure enough, as Xiao Qingfeng expected, seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, Yang Qu was anxious, looking at the original monk showing a flaw, he waved his sword and took it straight without thinking about it, and when he reacted and wanted to change his moves, it was too late. was directly blasted out of the high platform by a long stick of the original monk, but fortunately, the original monk's subordinates were merciful, otherwise this long stick was enough to kill him.

"Amitabha!

As soon as the original monk's words fell, another person jumped up, this person was slender, handsome, holding a three-foot knife, which was the 'amazing knife' Hu Yidao.

"Hu doesn't take advantage of you, you can rest for half an hour. Hu Yidao stood on the stage, his cold and arrogant face did not have the slightest expression, and even if he spoke, there was no fluctuation.

Seeing Hu Yidao say this, the original monk was not reluctant, and sat cross-legged on the stage directly, closed his eyes and recovered. Although he is confident that he will sweep away the younger generation here, he is also afraid of wheel wars. Hu Yidao was very gentlemanly and let him rest for half an hour, so he naturally wouldn't pretend to refuse.

Hu Yidao's behavior caused a lot of discussion in the audience.

"Isn't this Hu Yidao stupid, such a good opportunity was missed. A man with a beard on his face spoke.

"Judging from the situation just now, this monk's cultivation is profound. Even 'Flying Eagle' Yangqu is not an opponent, he dares to hold it up. A person next to him responded to the road.

"You don't know Hu Yidao. Hu Yidao studied under a famous teacher, a disciple of the Sword King, and has extraordinary talents since he was a child, and no one of his generation can beat him, so how can he take advantage of others. What's more, he regards the knife as his life, and there is nothing else in his eyes except the knife, and he doesn't want to hate the knife in his hand and shame him. An old man in his sixties retorted.

"How do the old-timers know?" Jianghu also ranks seniority, as long as they don't tear their faces, they generally respect their seniors more.

"Hehe, because Hu Yidao is the old man's junior brother, how can the old man not know. The old man stroked his beard, very complacent.

"It turns out that the seniors are also disciples of the Sword King, dare to ask the names of the seniors?"

"Well, what, the old man is a registered disciple of the Sword King, don't mention your name, don't mention it!"

The discussion in the audience did not affect Hu Yidao, he closed his eyes with the long hatred knife in his arms, and quietly waited for the original monk to recover. He didn't know that the Yun monk who was standing in the air and the relieved Taoist who was standing on the central platform looked at him a little inexplicably.

Half an hour later, the original monk opened his eyes, stood up, and bowed to Hu Yidao: "Little monk, thank you!"

"It's okay, can you start?" Hu Yidao's eyes flashed, and a trace of fighting intent permeated his body.

"Donor, please!"

Both sides stood on each other's feet, and neither took the lead. The original monk had seen Hu Yidao's shot and knew a little about his methods, and Hu Yidao had just seen the original monk make a move, and he was also quite afraid of his exquisite stick technique.

The two of them faced each other, slowly moving in circles, one holding a knife and the other holding a stick, and it was conceivable that a wonderful fight would take place in front of everyone's eyes.

In the end, Hu Yidao couldn't stand this confrontation and took the lead. But seeing a wave of the long hatred knife in his hand, he slashed at the original monk in an extremely strange way. Seeing this, the primordial monk's eyes flashed, and he shouted hello. Without seeing any movement in his hand, the long stick sealed the chopping knife. Hu Yidao had expected this, his footsteps moved, his arms moved, and he had already changed his tactics and attacked again.

The battle between Hu Yidao and the original monk was even more fierce than the previous battle. Just now, Qu Yang was basically attacking, and the original monk was defending, but now the two of them are both offensive and defensive. Hu Yidao's knife technique is sharp and weird, sometimes dignified, sometimes insidious and cold. The original monk's stick method is subtle and changeable, sometimes thick as a mountain, sometimes as soft as water.

Both of them are fast and fast, you slash with a knife, and I swing away with a stick. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds of moves, but they couldn't see who had the upper hand and who fell behind.

"You say, who of them will win this time?"

Feng Kun's eyesight is not good, and he can't see the scene clearly at all. Not only him, but I'm afraid most of the people present could only see the two figures sometimes touching and sometimes separating, and they could only hear the sound of knives and sticks clashing.

"The original monk will win. Xiao Qingfeng's eyes looked at the battle in the arena without blinking, sometimes frowning, sometimes soothing.

"Why is that?" Feng Kun asked curiously.

"Hu Yidao's physical strength can't keep up" After speaking, Xiao Qingfeng no longer paid attention to the curious Feng Kun and watched the battle in the field intently.

It has been two hundred moves since the original monk and Hu Yidao fought, and the balance between the two has finally been broken. Sure enough, as Xiao Qingfeng expected, Hu Yidao, as a martial artist, did not have the recovery power of a cultivator's original monk, and the speed of swinging the knife finally slowed down.

Hu Yidao's speed slowed down, but the original monk became more and more courageous. Finally, when there were nearly 300 moves, Hu Yidao was knocked off the high platform by the original monk.

"Amitabha! Admit it!" After this battle, the original monk was also a little tired, and he no longer continued to provoke, and sat down cross-legged to recover.

When the monk was recovering at the beginning, there was a person who jumped out, and this person was Lin Xu, the 'fast sword' who had a high voice at the conference. Lin Xu naturally didn't dare to sneak attack in front of Monk Yun, and he didn't speak after he came to the stage, holding the sword and falling into the cultivation of his gods.

After another half an hour, the original monk opened his eyes, did not talk nonsense with Lin Xu, and the two fought directly.

Lin Xu is known as a fast sword, the sword is as fast as a shadow, he has always adhered to the world's martial arts, only fast and unbreakable. But the original monk's stick technique is subtle and changeable, no matter how fast his swordsmanship is, he can always prevent it.

The two fought close to each other, and Lin Xu was beaten off the high platform by the original monk.

The next to play is the 'magic spear' Dong Cheng, and he is still not the opponent of the original monk. After knocking him off the high platform, the original monk did not recover in a hurry, but said in a loud voice: "Which other Taoist friend came to the stage to give advice." If not, then the little monk wins!"

There is also a reason for the original monk to say this, in the first few days, although he may not have used all the means, but with his vision, he can also see that the four people who fought with him are the strongest. After defeating the four of them, there was no opponent except for the one who had never made a move, but who had always made him jealous.

"Wait, let's try it later!"

A voice sounded, but I saw a figure leap out, not dashing and landing on the high platform. This person is about 20 years old, nearly eight feet long, with a handsome face, long black hair tied on his head very casually, and a brocade dress that is not luxurious sets off the heroic and extraordinary atmosphere.

What is even more remarkable is that he has three long swords wrapped in cloth behind him, and he also holds a long sword in his hand. This person is none other than Xiao Qingfeng, who has been observing everyone but has never made a move.