"Stinky boy, you ......"

Yuan Jing got up and looked at the debris all over the ground, and couldn't help but be stunned. After a while, Yuan Jing's face suddenly changed, and her ten fingers were stretched out, and she pounced on him. Ordinary ruined her magic weapon, and she was feeling sorry in her heart, so she didn't dodge. Yuan Jing clenched his hands into fists, one in his left and one in his right, all of which hit him in the chest. She is a cultivator in the later stage of foundation building, although she has never learned martial arts, she also has hundreds of catties of strength in her hands, so she hit more than 20 punches in succession, her ordinary face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Yuan Jing saw him vomiting blood, knowing that he had beaten hard, his heart softened, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he couldn't do it anymore. Seeing her crying appearance, a burst of pity surged in his heart, and he said slowly: "Senior sister, have you fought enough? If it is not enough, I will let you punch a few more times." ”

The ordinary words were originally heartfelt and sincere words of reparation, but when I heard it in Yuan Jing's ears, it was unprovoked to laugh at three points. Yuan Jing's face turned red, and she said softly: "I didn't fight enough!" After a pause, he laughed out loud and said, "You little thief, you will only bully me, and I will beat you another hundred punches, and it will not be enough." As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and with a "snap", he slapped the ordinary man hard, and stepped down without looking back.

Ordinary people didn't expect this girl to come as soon as she said she would come, and she would leave as soon as she said she would, and she was angry for a while, and her face was full of joy for a while, and she couldn't help but be confused for a while: "This senior sister's surname is so weird, why didn't she even say a word, and just left? Isn't this competition not over yet?"

Before he could think of it, there was a burst of heat on his left face, and it turned out that Shen Qingli quietly approached and slapped him on the left cheek. Ping Fan covered his cheeks and said strangely: "Senior sister, why are you beating me?" Shen Qingli didn't answer, stretched out his right arm, snatched the Taixu Purple Fire Sword, stomped his right foot heavily, and turned around and stepped off the stage. Ping Fan scratched his head and thought, "These girls are so strange, why do they reach out and hit people at every turn?"

After a while, Qing Xuan Zhenren snorted from his nose and said, "Senior Brother Shen, you are a master disciple with so many miscellaneous skills, and you even use the techniques of the Jianghu martial artists. Let's practice the true people to compete, the natural comparison of spells, do you still learn from ordinary people, dance swords and swords, and test your fists and feet?" Shen Tianhe listened, laughed, and said: "This kid's martial arts are not taught by me, Senior Brother Qingxuan, don't come to find my bad luck." As he spoke, his face suddenly sank, and he said coldly: "What about people who cultivate the truth? Aren't they people? In vain, you have cultivated the Tao for many years, and you don't even understand the truth that 'the stones of other mountains can attack jade', and what kind of avenue do you talk about, what kind of cultivation do you talk about?" After a long time, Qing Xuan Zhenren snorted heavily and stopped talking.

Ordinary won this competition, but he didn't have any joy in his heart, he just felt that Yuanjing's performance was strange, and Shen Qingli's words and deeds were even more unpredictable. Yes, how could a stupid and dull boy like him guess the girl's thoughts?

He was full of confusion and did not give up, but the disciples of the Bodhi Monastery were eager to try, wanting him to take advantage of his injury to remove him from the stage. Sure enough, the deacon disciples had not yet reported, and there were already people on the side of the Bodhi Monastery who couldn't hold back and flew to the stage with a puff of smoke.

When I took a closer look, I saw that this person was full of black beards, about forty years old, his whole body was caged in a black robe from top to bottom, and even on his hands, he was wearing a pair of pure black gloves. The whole person was shrouded in darkness except for a miserable white horse face. Ordinary people only glanced at it, and there were some doubts in his heart, and he secretly thought: "Look at this person's appearance, the whole body is full of ghosts, and he doesn't even have the slightest immortal bearing, where does he still look like a famous and decent disciple?"

The two of them bowed and retreated. Yuanye held his right hand, and in the palm of his hand, there was suddenly a small bell with a blue and gray color and a height of two inches. I saw that his left palm was flipped, a blue light flashed, and there was an extra drumstick in his hand that was about a foot long. Yuanye raised the mallet and struck it, and the small bell shook slightly, making a loud sound of "dang", and the sound was not inferior to the bell weighing hundreds of pounds. When he heard the bell ringing, he couldn't help but feel his heartbeat intensify, and he thought to himself: "Can such a small bell also be used as a ritual instrument?"

was wondering, but saw Yuanye take a deep breath, raised his right hand, and struck the bell with a "dang" sound. Suddenly, Ping Fan only felt a sharp pain in his ears, and jumped up involuntarily, and his heart was like a drum, "dong dong" jumped faster and faster. Yuanye knocked on it, and the ordinary heart beat several times in a row, and even breathing became a little difficult. After listening to it for a while, I only felt a surge of qi and blood in my chest and abdomen, and even my heart seemed to be about to jump out of my mouth. Yuanye knocked a few more times, his ordinary face changed, his body shook suddenly, and with a "wow", a mouthful of purple blood spurted out. When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but exclaim in unison: "Seventeen!"

Ordinary vomited blood, but there was a faint trace of clarity in his heart. In the midst of the chaos, a voice in my heart cried out, "No, I can't hear it! This bell is very harmful, I should cover my ears." Thinking of this, the ordinary hurriedly collected his mind and tried his best to fight against the heart. Under the scorching heat, I saw him sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if he was in a settled position. However, on the forehead, there were countless beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolling down, which was obviously extremely difficult. On his face, the muscles on his face twitched, looking both hideous and terrifying. Ping Fan stroked his chest with one hand and pressed the top of his head with the other, and tried to reach out and press his ears several times, but he reached a few inches away from his ears and finally put it down again.

After another moment, the bell sounded slower and slower, gradually removing the killing aura of the original Jin Ge Iron Horse, and replacing it with a soft and tactful, low sound of a hundred turns and a thousand times. Just listen to the bell "dang", "dang" sound softly, like a warm embrace, stretched out a very light and soft hand, holding him in his arms and comforting. Ordinary smiles, faintly, as if returning to the time when he was a child, lying in his mother's warm arms and caressing. Ordinary opened his mouth wide, and couldn't help but smirk at the surname Yuan. Yes, when a person returns to childhood, what is warmer and more comfortable than a mother's embrace?

It's just that he never thought that in such a distracted moment, he was completely controlled by the bell and could never wake up again.

Yuankarma, immediately happy, the moment of the hand raised, the small bell flew out of his hand, became the size of a house in the air, "clang", fell on the stage. Yuanye stretched out his right hand and made the small hammer more than a foot long, "Dangdang dang", and knocked it out in a row.

Listening to the bell, the joy in his brain slowly receded, and at the same time, countless thoughts came to his mind, and gradually his face was red and white, and his eyes changed from pain and confusion to fierceness. By this time, he was completely controlled by the bell, and he was afraid that he would vomit blood and die in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, in mid-air, like a piano, like hitting jade, it sounded a few times, and then melodiously, floating down a clear and soft sound of the hole flute. Although the bell rang in the field, it could not suppress the sound of the flute. The sound of the flute whimpered, like crying, but in ordinary ears, it was quite soothing, just like when I was young, lying in my mother's arms. After listening for a while, the fierce color in the ordinary eyes gradually faded, and the peace of the past was restored.

When the ordinary came back to his senses, he hurriedly sat down, calmed his mind and pondered, and brought up the method of ordinary practice. At first, the sound of the bell was still in his ears, making his face red and his ears hot, and his heart uneasy. Later, the ordinary gradually wandered too empty, and entered the realm of forgetting things and me. By this time, the sound of the bell was still coming to his ears, but it could no longer resonate with him. After a while, ordinary thoughts calmed down, and the sound of the bell was no different from the ordinary bell in my ears.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the shadow was slanting westward, and the breeze was blowing, and it was already afternoon. With a long roar, he got up, and in an instant, he felt that all his limbs were uncomfortable, and even the bruise on his chest had already healed most of them. Ping Fan smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother Yuanye, are you tired of knocking?"

Hearing this, Yuanye hurriedly turned around and asked, "What?"

(ps: In the past few days, I have had stomach problems and vomited blood...... Well, I didn't even read it when I sent it last night, I'm really embarrassed. Today it's a 44-chapter rewrite. I don't know if it's a watch? Khan ...... I can't hold it anymore, I'm resting, forgive me!)