"Yo, isn't this Brother Zhao of the Diancang faction, you're here too!"

"Hehe, Brother Wu, I said goodbye last year, are you okay?"

"Lao Wang, hahaha, our brothers can get drunk again today, it's really happy!"

In the front yard, there was already a lot of noise at the moment. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Judging from the weapon racks placed around, this place must be a place for sword disciples to practice on weekdays.

However, at this time, except for the one at the head, there were already hundreds of people dressed in various colors sitting around the square in the middle of the square.

The greatest thing these people have in common is that they have a sharp sword of different widths and lengths.

With the influence of the beggar gang in the rivers and lakes, although he was only a small gang leader who didn't care about anything, Bajian Villa did not dare to slack off, and under the guidance of the four disciples, he walked to the seat that had already been set aside in advance at the top of the left.

The beggar gang has a special identity, and they were invited to watch the ceremony by Bajian Villa, and they received the attention of many people in the sword sect along the way.

There are also people who don't care too much and still bow their heads and whisper.

"Hey, that's from the Pure Yang Sword Palace, right? Why are they here too?"

"Brother Zhang, you can be quiet, the Pure Yang Sword Palace is also a member of the Sword Sect, why can't you come?"

"Hey, don't you know, when the Bajian Villa posted, the Pure Yang Sword Palace made it clear that it would not participate!"

"Huh, is there such a thing?"

"Hehe, you don't know this brother, this is called this time and that time, the Soul Burning True Person of the Pure Yang Sword Palace was killed by the people of the Ghost Soldier Domain a month ago, you said, the matter of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance was originally gathered to deal with the Ghost Soldier Domain, can they not come?"

Jian Chen's heart moved when he heard this, and the Pure Yang Sword Palace also came?

Suddenly, while following the crowd, he looked around.

Coincidentally, the beggars' seats were first on the left, and he saw familiar faces from the first place in the square on the right.

Fei Zhong was sitting with his eyes closed at this time, completely ignoring the discussions around him, his face was extremely calm, and he didn't have the anger he had seen when he was in the Pure Yang Sword Palace.

Under him, there were also a few old people sitting down, but the Jade Void Real Man and the Broken Moon Real Man that Jian Chen knew did not come, but he happened to recognize the person behind Fei Zhong.

It was the Taoist surnamed Wu who was shot through the wrist by him at the mountain gate of the Pure Yang Sword Palace.

As if feeling Jian Chen's gaze, Fei Zhong's dazzling copper bell eyes suddenly opened, and he didn't look for it, his eyes were like torches, and he hit Jian Chen's face straight away.

Jian Chen was stunned for a moment, and as soon as he shrank his body, he was about to hide, and suddenly remembered that he was transfigured at this moment, Fei Zhong definitely didn't know him, if he hid, it would arouse suspicion.

It was because of his upright body, and his jaw nodded slightly at Fei Zhong, which was regarded as a greeting.

It made Fei Zhong stunned for a long time, and secretly said in his heart who was this sick beggar boy? Why did he seem to be very familiar with him?

I thought about it blankly, but I didn't have the slightest impression of this person in my mind, but judging from the single figure...... He felt a hint of familiarity again, but who it was, Fei Zhong held his chin and thought about it, but he still didn't know why.

As a result, before he could figure it out, Jian Chen's neck had shrunk and left with Guo Chuanzong and the others.

But Jian Chen had only walked for more than ten steps, and suddenly his heart was cold again.

At this moment, the Bajian disciple was leading them to the row of chairs that had already been placed on the left side of the square, but he saw that five steps away from him, a group of bald heads were sitting precariously.

Shaolin disciple.

Just looking at the bald heads, although Jian Chen didn't know any of these people, he immediately knew their identities.

Shaolin was also invited by Bajian Villa to watch the ceremony, but for some reason, with the prestige of Shaolin Temple, he just sat in the lowest position.

At this moment, this group of monks all had cold faces, and they looked like they were not approaching, which made the people in the rivers and lakes who wanted to come forward to make friends hesitate.

For a while, the lively front yard of Bajian was vacated by a cold and icy place.

Jian Chen's heart was a little annoyed for no reason.

Although he knew that Shaolin would come, seeing it with his own eyes still made his heart beat the drum.

Although the abbot of Puji and others were not killed by him, he still hid the treasure of the temple in his arms, the diamond.

"Big brother. ”

Guo Chuanzong was half a step behind and secretly tugged at the corners of his clothes.

Jian Chen was stunned and looked at him.

But seeing that Guo Chuanzong's smug look when he first entered the mountain gate was gone, his eyes were full of worry, and he whispered in his ear: "Did you see the old monk sitting in the middle?"

"That's the senior brother of the abbot of Puji, Zen Master Pudu!"

Xu saw the confusion in Jian Chen's eyes, and he said again: "Pudu Zen Master entered Shaolin ten years earlier than the abbot of Puji, and in terms of martial arts cultivation, it is much higher than the abbot of Puji. ”

"The reason why Puji took over the position of abbot in the end is said to be because Pudu Zen Master was obsessed with martial arts all his life and had no intention of managing Shaolin, so after strongly recommending Puji as the next abbot of Shaolin, he closed the dead pass, and it has not appeared for almost 30 years. ”

"Amitabha Buddha, Guo Xiao's benefactor, is thirty-three years and seven months. ”

Guo Chuanzong was talking, and suddenly he heard a low Buddha name in his ears, which was not loud, as if someone interjected from the side when the two of them were chatting.

The two were shocked.

When Guo Chuanzong told Jian Chen about Pudu, everyone had already walked two or three feet away, and he whispered in Jian Chen's ear, in such a noisy environment, all his words were heard.

This ability to listen to the nuances has reached its peak!

When he turned around to look, he saw that in the middle of the seat of the Shaolin disciple, an old monk like a withered leaf, was staring at the two of them lightly.

Guo Chuanzong stuck out his tongue and said in his heart that it was dangerous.

Fortunately, for the sake of insurance, since he entered the front yard, he has always called Jian Chen the eldest brother, and the word Jian Chen is never dared to be exported.

So although Pudu heard the conversation between the two, at most he thought that Guo Chuanzong was introducing the martial arts to the so-called eldest brother in his mouth.

It's just the truth that if you talk too much, you will lose, Guo Chuanzong naturally understands that he didn't dare to say more at the moment, so he kept his mouth tightly and walked quickly to his seat, but in his heart he thought that the farther away from the old monk the better.

Jian Chen also bowed to Pudu, and then left with Guo Chuanzong.

But the shock in my heart was not much better than the calm on my face.

It was at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, and he didn't know exactly how high Abbot Puji's martial arts were, but he just shot it from the other side of the river and pushed his body back to the shore from half of his feet that had fallen to the bottom of the water.

He was afraid that he would have to repair for another ten years, and he might be able to fight with it.

Puji's martial arts are still so profound, so what is the level of cultivation of his senior brother after 32 years of retreat?

This level ...... How's it going?