The grimaceous swordsman Murong Tuoba was full of sword aura in the ring, and he was mighty. The Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info was shot down before even a few first-class sect disciples could compete with it for a few rounds.

At this time, the martial arts masters present all had strange faces, and the scene was quiet and scary.

Cui Yu understands this point, this martial arts conference was originally a place for the major martial arts sects to increase the fame of their own sect disciples, even if you say that your martial arts are invincible, but you have to fight hundreds of moves with your opponent, so that everyone can live on face.

Who knew that this grimace swordsman was like a stunned blue, and he defeated the other party in a few moves, making these famous factions have no face on their faces, and they all looked at him with unkind faces.

The warriors in the audience looked coldly at the grimace swordsman on the stage, but this grimace swordsman seemed to be ignorant and still dominated the ring.

"It's kind of interesting!" Leng Yuexian didn't know when she woke up.

Seeing that no one dared to come on stage, the grimace swordsman put a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth and said: "Is there no one in the Central Plains martial arts? I thought that I had come all the way from the extreme western prairie to learn from all the masters of the Central Plains martial arts, but I didn't expect that there would be no one in the Central Plains martial arts!"

The scene was silent, and suddenly the sound of abuse suddenly started, and even the masters of the three top sects couldn't sit still.

"Damn, it's a steppe barbarian!"

"Fuck it, where did the barbarians come from to run here to spread wild!"

"We can't let the barbarians go wild in our Central Plains martial arts!"

The Far West Prairie has been encroaching on the Central Plains since ancient times, especially the chaos in the world at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and the Far West Prairie took the opportunity to march into the Central Plains and committed Lei Lei's evil deeds in the Central Plains.

Even after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, it was still repeatedly invaded by the barbarians of the extreme western steppe, and later today's saint is wise and martial, appointing virtuous and virtuous, and making great efforts to govern the country, and broke the extreme western prairie a few decades ago, and the vitality of the extreme western prairie was greatly damaged, and he did not dare to commit it again for decades.

I didn't expect that in today's martial arts conference, the people of the western prairie would dare to come here and blatantly step on the field.

"Disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect, please give advice to Mo Xuan. ”

This Limo Xuan was extremely disgusted with the grimace swordsman, not only this Limo Xuan, but even all the people in the martial arts present looked disgusted, it seemed that the Central Plains people were so disgusted with the barbarians of the extreme western steppe.

The Qinglian Sword Dictionary cultivated by the disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect is a peerless study of the world, and as soon as the sword technique comes out, the cyan sword qi is wanton, like a lotus blooming, beautiful.

But in this incomparable beauty, it is full of boundless killing intent.

Murong Tuoba was not afraid, the ghost sword technique was like a ghost, and the sword technique was as strange as a ghost, and the two of them were fighting evenly for a while.

"Good!"

"the brute!"

In the chanting of the martial arts crowd, Li Mo Xuan's momentum was like a rainbow, as if there was divine help, and the Qinglian Sword Dictionary was even more fluent than usual.

"Go!"

A gleam flashed in Mo Xuan's eyes, and a sword pierced into the belly of the grimace swordsman, and a sword pierced through the abdomen.

"Good! good!" Seeing that Li Moxuan had won with one move, they all shouted.

However, there was no joy of victory in Li Moxuan's eyes, but was full of fear. One of his swords didn't feel like it was piercing into the air.

Sure enough, the ghost-faced swordsman's body slowly dissipated and turned into flying ashes. And at this time, Li Mo Xuan's hair suddenly rose, his neck was cold, and a cold iron sword was on his neck.

The sound of the martial arts masters below applauding, as if they were all choked by the throat at this moment, stopped the sound.

Defeated, defeated again. Even the disciples of the top sect, the Blue Lotus Sword Sect, were defeated.

This made the Central Plains warriors a little unacceptable.

Li Moxuan smiled bitterly and put away his long sword, arched his hand, and retreated from the ring decadently.

"Interesting!" At this time, even Hua Manlou was full of curiosity about this grimace swordsman.

"What a weird swordsmanship!" Leng Yuexian was stunned and said, "I remember that although the martial arts of the Extreme West Prairie are weird and evil, I have never heard of this weird body technique!"

"It's like the secret method of the Japanese people of the East China Sea!" Hua Manlou said, shaking the paper fan.

Cui Yu couldn't figure out how the two groups of people got together, one in the extreme west and the other in the extreme east.

"Amitabha!" A clear Buddha horn sounded, and a young monk who was only about twenty years old got into the ring.

Murong Tuoba looked at the little monk coldly, and said contemptuously: "Little monk, did you come to the stage to send him to death?"

This is no wonder that Murong Tuoba despises it, Shaolin Temple's martial arts first value Buddhism, if there is no profound Buddhism, Shaolin Temple's peerless learning can rarely be cultivated to a high and profound realm.

And the Shaolin Temple is a very heavy foundation, from the Shaolin Temple appeared famous masters are all about forty years old.

Now this little monk is only about twenty years old, not even twenty years old.

I saw this little monk with a handsome face, red lips and white teeth, half-box eyes, double hammer and big ears, and a strange face.

"Amitabha, the little monk Shenxiu, I have seen the donor!"

"Damn!" The name of this little monk suddenly shocked Cui Yu, Master Shenxiu's name is too famous in their world, and he almost became a cow man of the six ancestors of Zen Buddhism.

Cui Yu didn't expect to see people with the same name and surname in this world, even monks.

The relationship between Master Tai and Hong Xin seems to be quite good, and he is a little worried when he sees that such a young disciple has come out of Shaolin Temple.

"Hongxin Monk, you ......"

Hong Xin's face was like an angry King Kong, and he said: "Thank you for your concern, this Shenxiu is a Buddhist genius found by a poor monk ten years ago when he traveled to the rivers and lakes, and his Buddhist cultivation is no longer under the poor monk, after ten years of cultivation in the Shaolin Temple, his Buddhist cultivation is a poor monk who does not know how to dive!"

After speaking, a smile appeared on Hong Xin's face, but he looked a little hideous.

As soon as Hong Xin's words fell, the masters of the three factions around him all gasped. Hong Xin has been famous for a hundred years, and his Dharma cultivation is famous all over the world, and now Hong Xin actually said that the young man in front of him who is about 20 years old has surpassed Hong Xin in Dharma cultivation.

You must know that the martial arts of Shaolin Temple, if the cultivation of Buddhism is advanced to a certain level, then the cultivation of Shaolin Temple's martial arts will be twice the result with half the effort, if there is divine help.

At this time, the masters of the three factions are all looking forward to this Shaolin monk, and want to know how deep this little monk's strength is.

"Little monk, the sword has no eyes, although I, Murong Tuoba, am not a martial artist in the Central Plains, but I still have the pride of being a martial artist, little monk, you better go down, don't give your life in vain." ”

Although this Murong Tuoba is arrogant, this appearance is even more of a Central Plains martial artist, but at this time, he also looks arrogant.

"Oh, this little monk is going to suffer!" Leng Yuexian frowned and said, but she didn't look at it, she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, younger than this monk, but she called someone a little monk here.

Cui Yu shook his head, he didn't think that this little monk would be a simple character.

"Do you think this little monk can win?" Hua Manlou asked curiously. Because he didn't see anything special about this little monk.

Because at this time, this Shenxiu has no momentum all around him, and his body seems to be weak, and even the stairs he took when he came to the stage just now made people look at it, as if they were different people.

"This little monk clearly looks like he has not practiced martial arts, his steps are vain, although he is handsome, his eyes are blank, and he looks like an old flower, how can he win!" Leng Yuexian said unconvinced.

Hua Manlou glanced at Leng Yuexian speechlessly, what does it mean to be stupid and the same as him, he is as rich as jade, handsome and extraordinary, where is it.

Cui Yu smiled and said, "No, because his name is Shenxiu!"

"You know him?"

"I don't know!" Cui Yu smiled mysteriously.