Venerable Zongqing smiled when he heard this: "As an outsider, he should have cultivated himself and practiced Buddhism, but the old man is shallow in his cultivation, and he is a warrior monk, and he is very obsessed with martial arts. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Archmage Drag's suggestion, exactly what I want!"

Archmage Drag's face was overjoyed, and he said loudly: "General Tongdu, you and your subordinates stay away, don't disturb the duel between me and Master Zongqing!"

Tong Du clenched his fists and led more than 200 of his soldiers to retreat to the wall without hesitation, but he still formed a siege of the backyard of Pujue Temple to prevent Venerable Zongqing from escaping. Although Dongdan Sa was the apprentice of Archmage Wumai, he did not dare to disobey Archmage Drag's words, so he had to reluctantly retreat to the steps of the gate of the Buddha hall, carrying a waist knife in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

Seeing this, Venerable Zongqing said to Archmage Drag: "The Archmage generation of masters, in order to fight for fairness, repelled the soldiers, which made the old man admire. Now that this place is spacious and unobstructed, please ask the Archmage for advice!"

Archmage Drag's eyes were like torches, staring at Venerable Zongqing for a moment, and then said loudly: "The master is in danger, but his state of mind has not been affected in the slightest, the old man is really impressed! Night is coming, the opportunity is rare, the old man does not want to delay any longer, so he will take the first move, please be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, Archmage Drag's arms were raised, his whole body was full of true qi, and the cyan shaman robe on his body seemed to be blown up by the wind, flying out of his body, and hanging on the wooden railing of the cloister. Beneath his robes, Archmage Drager wore a short, scarry coat, as if he had been dressed for the battle. He bowed his hand to Venerable Zongqing, secretly used the strength of the mountain, strode forward, and punched out without any fancy.

Venerable Zongqing had seen the fight between Luo Sigong and Elder Drager before, and he had a good understanding of the power of worshipping the mountain sect, but at this moment, he saw that Elder Drag's fist was ordinary, but he didn't dare to be careless, silently used Zen Gong, drew a circle on his left arm, and slightly opened the five fingers of his right palm, pushing towards the fist that was getting bigger and bigger.

The fist is the emperor, and the palm is the emperor. Archmage Drag's fist technique is full of the air of the emperor's tyranny, tyrannical and domineering, and the palm of Venerable Zongqing shows the momentum of the emperor in the world, and the atmosphere is magnificent. The speed of the two fists is not fast, and Tongdu and Dongdan Sa will make one move at a time

I saw it clearly, and I didn't think anything extraordinary at first. However, after the two elders' fists flew and exchanged a few moves, Tongdu and the others were surprised to find that on a few cypress trees a foot away from the second elder, the yellow leaves fell one after another, falling more and more. Moreover, before these fallen leaves hit the ground, they began to rotate around the second elder, and there were a lot of sand and dust mixed in them, gradually forming a ribbon-like circle, which was very strange. Tongdu was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but look at Dongdansa, just in time to see that this Zoroastrian shaman also had a look of horror on his face, staring at the duel in the field without blinking.

Since the defeat of Archmage Drager in the battle with Luo Sigong in Liaoyang, he has been depressed, his mood is quite uncomfortable, and his temper has become more violent, and the apprentices accompanying him are all frightened, for fear of accidentally annoying him. When he met Venerable Zongqing today, he proposed a heads-up battle, hoping to defeat this old monk who was quite famous in the Central Plains, so as to vent his sulkness and wash away his decadence. Then, after the Chongshan Jin was running to the fifth level, the old monk in front of him who was not sad or happy still relied on a pair of fleshy palms to steadily resist his heavy punches, and he didn't see any struggling at all.

Archmage Drager began to feel uneasy, for fear of being frustrated again today, and in the midst of the loud shouts, he used the sixth Chongshan strength, and his two fists took turns to strike, the speed was unmatched, and the fist power attracted the air, making a "woo" mountain sound, and the momentum was several times stronger than before.

Venerable Zongqing turned his palms around, his body swayed from side to side, half resisting and half dodging, once again blocking Archmage Drag's onslaught. He took a step back and said, "Archmage Drag's mountain strength is worthy of his reputation, and his fists are strong, and the old man can no longer resist it with his empty hands, so he has to deal with it with weapons." Archmage, you can also take out your blades, and let's come on!"

Archmage Drager closed his fist and said: "The Baishan Sect has always fought the enemy empty-handed, and the old man has never used a weapon. If the master wants to show his weapon, please do it yourself!"

Venerable Zongqing nodded when he heard this, turned around and walked towards the courtyard wall. Tongdu and Dongdansa didn't know what the old monk was going to do, and were about to stop him, but when they saw Archmage Drager shaking his head at them, they didn't move, but the hand holding the handle of the knife couldn't help but tighten.

Venerable Zong Qing walked up to a Jurchen soldier guarding the wall, and saluted and said, "The old man came out in a hurry, and he didn't have time to bring a weapon, so he borrowed the donor's use today and returned it later!"

The Jurchen soldier was dumbfounded, and before he could figure it out, he found that a spear in his hand had inexplicably reached the old monk's hand. Just as he was in shock, he saw Venerable Zong Qing holding the head of the spear in his right hand, and easily unscrewed off the tightly embedded spear head, stuffed it back into his hand and said, "The head of the spear will be returned to you first!" After speaking, he floated away, carrying the bare wooden barrel back to Archmage Drage. This poor Jurchen soldier stood still, looking at the spear in his hand, wandering out of the world, and couldn't understand what had just happened.

Venerable Zong Qing held the barrel of the gun in his right hand, gave a palm salute with his left hand, and said to Archmage Drage: "Old man, I will use the barrel of the gun as a stick, and use the stick method to comprehend the Archmage's lofty mountain strength!"

Archmage Drager took a deep breath, looked at the thin barrel of the spear, and nodded, "Master is ready to take the move!"

The seventh level of mountain strength is the limit of Elder Master Drag's cultivation, in addition to fighting Luo Sigong for more than ten years, this is the second time to use it, even Tongdu and Dongdan Sa who are present have never seen it.

In their eyes, the dead leaves and gravel dust that had finally fallen to the ground at first were now flying up again, spinning rapidly, and making a "whirring" wind howling. These fallen leaves and dust were no longer surrounded by ribbons like before, but like a cocoon, they enveloped Archmage Drager and Venerable Zongqing in it, and their figures gradually blurred, almost impossible to see, like two small sampans trapped in the stormy waves. When everyone saw such a strange and shocking situation, they were all dazzled and stammered, and they forgot where the depths were.

Dongdansa thought to himself: "I didn't expect the magic skills of the national master to be so powerful, but I don't know who will be better if I give it a go with the master?!"

After a while, I heard Archmage Drag's hiss: "The master has a good stick method, and the old man admits defeat!"

Venerable Zongqing still carried the bare gun, and saluted with one hand: "Amitabha, the great mage is brave and brave, and the old man has a variety of weapons, and he is invincible!"

Archmage Drager shook his head and said, "The Baishan Sect has always used empty hands to fight the enemy, even if it uses weapons, it will only affect the exertion of Chongshan Jin, and there is no benefit at all. The master's skill is superior, but it is a fact!"

Master Zongqing didn't say anything more, raised his right hand, and the gun in his hand flew into the sky, only to hear a "poof", and then plunged straight into the ground in front of the Jurchen soldiers who were still in a daze. The soldier was startled, came back to his senses, and the barrel of his gun trembled before he saw him, and then he knew that his gun was back, and he was overjoyed, and hurriedly pulled it out with all his strength. But when he looked at the lost gun, and then at the gun, how could he have the ability to re-embed and restore, and he couldn't help but be stunned again.

Archmage Drag's muscular body stood upright, his right hand was slightly bent and trembling slightly, and a red and purple stick mark could be clearly seen on the back of his hand. He gritted his teeth and stared at Venerable Zongqing and said, "Today, Venerable Zongqing has been instructed, and the old man has thanked him." It's just that it's a matter of national affairs, and the old man doesn't dare to let the master leave without permission, so he has to hand you over to General Tongdu, please forgive the master!"

Venerable Zong Qing seemed to have expected this result, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay! People outside the party already look down on life and death, everything has a cause and effect, and they are at peace with what they encounter!"

Before Archmage Drager could understand what he meant by these words, the front yard of Pujue Temple suddenly sounded shouting and killing, and it seemed that the dozens of soldiers left behind in the front yard had been violently attacked.

Tong Du's face changed, and he didn't care about asking the injured Elder Master, and shouted loudly: "Ban Shan, take a hundred people to the front yard to support, and the rest of the people will surround and capture Master Zongqing." ”

Ban Shan, a Niu Lu under Tongdu, immediately led the order to leave the backyard with a hundred soldiers. Tongdu and Dongdan Sati Dao slowly approached Venerable Zongqing with the remaining more than a hundred soldiers.

In just a few days, Archmage Drager was injured for the second time, and his mood was extremely low. He stroked the back of his right hand with his left hand and stepped back. Just now, his right hand was injured by Venerable Zong Qing using the barrel of his gun to use the magic stick technique in the "Sword Sutra", his muscles and veins were damaged again, his combat power was greatly reduced, and he needed to recuperate, so he decided to watch the battle from the sidelines.

Looking at the Jurchen soldiers who gradually surrounded him, Master Zongqing smiled faintly, stood together, and looked like he was capturing with his head bowed, but Tongdu and Dongdansa couldn't help but feel weak for a while, and they were really uncertain about whether they could successfully capture this mysterious old monk.

Before entering the underground palace, the Great Lama Shahr shot arrows into the sky, and the Mongols scattered outside the Pujue Monastery received the signal. Luo Sigong, who was still sipping wine in the tavern, looked at the arrows that shot into the sky, and said with a light smile: "It seems that the Great Lama of Shahr has found a place to hide the Bible!"

Ji Longfeng stood up and said, "Then why don't we kill it immediately?"

Luo Sigong glanced at him and said with a smile: "What's the hurry, according to the agreement between us and the Grand Lama of Sha'er, a quarter of an hour after the arrow is fired, it is time for me to take action!"

Ji Longfeng sat down dejectedly, and said weakly: "I have to wait, it's really boring!"

Wang Rui also nodded and said, "That's it, I really can't wait to kill the generals immediately and fight happily!"

Soon after, they saw more than a dozen people on the street suddenly draw their hidden weapons, shout, cut down several Jurchen soldiers guarding the temple gate, and rushed into the temple.

Ji Longfeng and Wang Rui stood up at the same time, and said happily: "You can do it now, right?!"

Luo Sigong shook his head and said, "Sit down, it's not time!"

The two looked at each other and had to sit down again.

After another moment, out of nowhere, more than 20 people dressed as ordinary people appeared again, holding swords, and rushed into the Pujue Temple.

This time, Ji Longfeng and Wang Rui didn't stand up, but just looked at Luo Sigong with blank eyes, and saw that Luo Sigong was still shaking his head, their heads drooped, and their eyes were stunned.

Not long after, there was another shout of killing outside, Ji Longfeng and Wang Rui looked up, and saw that more than a dozen people rushed into the temple, the two of them sighed, they didn't bother to look at Luo Sigong, and lowered their heads again.

Who knows, the heads of the two were slapped on the heads by Luo Sigong, only to hear him shout loudly: "What a daze!

Ji Longfeng and Wang Rui knew that the time had come, so they each pulled out their weapons in a panic, and ran out of the tavern with Luo Sigong, so frightened that the tavern owner slipped under the counter, trembling, how could they care about asking these three people for wine money. Seeing this, Wang Xi, Luo Yang, and Xiong Zhaoqi on the street also suddenly rose up and rushed towards the Pujue Temple.