The Taoist of Xuanyue was about to refute him, but Qu Ling'er in the crowd had already shouted loudly, "Northern Manchurian Tatar, you are at best a reckless man in the village who chops wood and chops trees, five big and three coarse, reckless and vulgar, without any knowledge and etiquette, let alone the sincerity of bathing and changing clothes, who is the abbot of Shaolin Temple? That is a living Buddha who has been admired by all the people, how can he casually meet you like this? You are not interested, and the Taoist chief is good at teaching him and teaching him how to learn to be obedient. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Qu Ling'er's words robbed the white brother so white that his blood surged, his face turned red into the color of sauce pig liver, and he no longer cared about anything under his anger, a tiger roared, the earth trembled, and the huge palm momentum carried the strong wind to the Xuanyue Daoist, it turned out that the Manchu Jurchens outside the Guanwai hated the Han people in the Guannei the most and scolded them for being vulgar and barbaric, and looked down on their primitive life of drinking blood in their bones.

Xuanyue Dao Chang knew that the other party's strength was heavy, so he hurriedly slid to avoid his palm, and at the same time, he took out the long sword behind his back and picked up a sword flower, and unfolded the master's sword technique to hit the other party, and in the gap where the long sword was struck, he smiled and threw a glance at the crowd, thanking Miss Qu for her help.

There were two more pairs of fights in the venue, and the four masters moved and crossed, setting off a strong wind and waves all over the sky, and the figures were confused, layered and colorful, and also dazzled people, and the field suddenly became lively.

Seeing this situation, Ximen Baizhang Cliff, the palace master of the Ghost Palace in Xicheng, couldn't help frowning, he took off the cloak and cloak on his body and handed it to his subordinates, and then walked quickly to the lotus platform, and saluted the abbot Hongfeng on the stage with his fists;" The head of the abbot, the current palace master of the Xicheng Ghost Palace, Ximen Baizhang Cliff to the abbot saluted, the palace came to visit your temple before the last time, the abbot is in retreat and practice, failed to look up to listen to the abbot's Baoyan and Sanskrit sound, and finally a regrettable thing, although the palace according to the rules and the presiding elder of your temple competed with the elders, won by luck, the token of the imprisoned palace mantra Buddha beads have also been returned to your temple, but can not get the abbot's personal teaching, really regret, hope that the abbot can but the palace life wishes. ”

Hongfeng Abbot Heshi replied, "Amitabha, the old man has been informed that the former palace master of your palace has returned to the west of Elysium, may he reunite in the spirit of heaven reincarnation, since your palace will return the Buddhist beads of our temple, of course, the imprisonment is lifted, the donor is good for himself, our temple accumulates virtues, Pudu all living beings, although in the martial arts neutral place, but our temple will not compete with any sect to make enemies, the old man forgives the difficult to obey, the donor should also be open-minded, tolerant of all rivers. ”

Ximen Baizhang's face changed, and he smiled coldly, "The abbot is a little too big, isn't it, could it be that this clumsy skill of the palace can't reach the abbot's magic eye?" The full moon gem in the middle of his forehead was even more dazzling.

"After all, he came from the wild land outside the Saiwai, why can't he listen to people?" With a hissing and low voice, Yin Chou came out of the crowd and stood straight in front of the Baizhang Cliff at the West Gate, he was thin and thin, and his spirit was strong, a green robe was swaying in the wind, and he held the slender and turquoise agarwood bamboo pole in his hand.

Ximen Baizhang Cliff squinted at him for a while, his eyes fell on the bamboo pole, and he couldn't help blurting out, "A pole of wind breaks a thousand forests, sweeping all over the invincible opponents of Nanqi, oh, this palace can't figure it out, is there no one in the martial arts of Middle Earth, or is it flattering to each other, such a dry shrimp old man, coaxing the yellow-haired child and woman is okay, this palace sees that you still go back to bring your grandson, don't be embarrassed here." ”

Yin Chou Su was not good at expressing himself, but in the face of the ghost palace master's ridicule, he no longer fought back, and shouted in a low voice, "The old man will coax you ghost boy first." In the midst of the call, the wrist shook, and the tip of the slender bamboo pole had been pointed to the Baizhang Cliff of the West Gate.

Although Ximen Baizhang Cliff ridiculed the other party in his mouth, he knew that this was a famous outer gate god soldier in the seven southern provinces of the Central Plains, how could he dare to be careless, a big spin to avoid the bamboo pole, and at the same time spread his arms horizontally, vigorously penetrating the hundred remains, exhibiting the ghost martial arts 'Flying Eagle Style', and the body immediately rushed into the air, with a glowing demeanor, fluttering clothes, and like an eagle.

Yin sorrow and bamboo such as the wind, the strong wind is sassy, whistling and sharp, laying up a huge array of nets, this expenditure has not been in the rivers and lakes for decades of agarwood bamboo poles, once made the black and white heroes in the martial arts of the seven southern provinces trembling and frightened, it is relaxed and stretched, light and smooth, rigid and soft, impermeable, the general body protection of the people who are a little less than the wind do not say that touch it pole tip, that is, one foot away from the pole tip, but also by the strong wind of its attack scratch skin.

The ghost palace master's flying eagle routine is long and longitudinal, swift and fierce, the palm side is like a blade, the hook palm is used alternately, the technique is treacherous, unpredictable, he even launched a swooping attack on the dense bamboo pole array from time to time, faster than lightning, spicy and vicious, the general presiding officer of the Shaolin Temple, Elder Hongzhi, was defeated under his hands, which shows that his ghost martial arts is also rare in the sea.

The two great masters are overwhelming, fleeting, and fierce.

There is another pair of masters in the venue, together with the previous two pairs, there are six pairs of masters in turn, and people are more dazzled by the marquee, and the venue is more lively.

After a while, the elf's eccentric Oriental Drifting Snow introduced the opponent into other battle circles, and this time the field immediately became chaotic, and the opponent also changed from time to time, sometimes changing to Dongfang Drifting Snow to Ximen Qiandielang, Ximen Baizhang Cliff, or Brother Meng, and others also changed to deal with the same.

The people watching were not only dazzled and dizzy, but also nervous and engrossed, because everyone understood that different martial arts paths had to be dealt with in different ways, and this kind of hasty and urgent change of method would be difficult to adapt to without exquisite skills.

In the melee, I heard Brother Meng's stout voice from time to time: "Grandma is a bear!" The Central Plains is really weird, and a pole for drying pants has become a fierce weapon. ”

After a while, I heard his thick voice roaring again: "Hey, Ximen Palace Master, your own people, why are you wrong again! ”

Although the people watching were highly nervous, they couldn't help but laugh when they heard him shout.

Ouyang Qingying's sideburns couldn't help but tremble, he knew that if he continued to fight like this, his side would definitely lose, Brother Meng's adaptability was not suitable for this kind of wheel-style play that changed in turns, once he missed, the Simon brothers would definitely suffer, and he knew his daughter's wisdom very well.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha horn sounded in the air, the sound was majestic and loud, the middle air was full of might, like a faint thunderstorm, and the sound of the Buddha was directly covered from the air, the aftermath swirled, the sound shook people's eardrums with pain, and the muscles and bones were weak.

The scuffle in the stadium was interrupted and stopped, and people also looked around for the source of the Buddha's horn.

The voice sounded again, "Stop! Buddhism Gate Ten Zhangs Pure Land Shi no longer wants to see bloody pollution------" It turned out that this voice came to the mouth of the abbot of Hongfeng, at this time, I saw that he was solemn, and he was slowly walking down the steps next to the side of the lotus platform, he came to the center of the venue and stood still, his expression was solemn, but still with a kind and kind atmosphere, his eyes fell directly on Ouyang Qingying in the underworld crowd, and continued; Ouyang donor, in fact, your daughter said well before, those eunuch murderers who plagued your palace family have all been punished, the hatred of your palace should not be reported to the Jianghu court, the rivers and lakes have hurt many innocent lives for this, everything should be over, don't be immersed in hatred, that will ruin the peace of the world, and at the same time will destroy your palace itself, the donor is a person with great wisdom and a big heart, and he should be able to listen to the advice of the old man??????"

Ouyang Qingying also walked out of the crowd and walked out of the venue, two feet away from the abbot of Hongfeng, his jade face was cold, shining with a silver-white metallic luster, and there were also crystal platinum stars in his eyes that condensed into a chilling light, which made people daunting, he looked at the abbot of Hongfeng, and snorted heavily in his nostrils, "It is too easy for the abbot to speak, if you want the palace to give up hatred, does the abbot know?" For this hatred, the palace has been restless for more than 20 years, eating and chewing tastelessly, and even unscrupulous, not hesitating to pay for the teacher, killing the teacher and destroying the ancestors, abandoning the wife and children, the palace can be regarded as the ruthless and unjust, violent and ferocious big devil that everyone in the world can kill! But the palace is also worth rejoicing, although the palace has made unremitting efforts that ordinary people cannot bear, after all, today after all, it has accumulated a strong force, the palace can level the rivers and lakes, and can also fight against the imperial court. ”

"Good!" Hongfeng Abbot Cangmu faintly flashed an unusually bright light, which is a kind of longitude and latitude universe, the light that encompasses heaven and earth, he continued to advise tirelessly, "The donor has a pair of smart and lovely daughters, the donor has a wife, the donor can enjoy the joy of family, repentance under the Bodhi tree, and realize life in front of the mirror! Listen to the old man's words, eliminate the depression in your heart, soothe the hatred, and stop!" Alas------ even if the donor succeeds one day, the donor will not feel a trace of happiness, and the donor will see that the life will be devastated, full of devastation, and the donor's flesh and blood compatriots will be reduced to the slaves of the country. ”

Ouyang Qingying looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter was as strong as the cry of a night owl, and when the laughter was over, he roared, "Abbot, put away your Buddha nature Zen principle, this palace will immediately defeat you now, dominate the rivers and lakes, and then attack the imperial court!" After speaking, his silver chestnut shirt swayed, and the true qi of Gangliu had spread all over his body, ready to attack Abbot Hongfeng.

The abbot of Hongfeng still smiled at Mimi, and replied angrily, "The benefactor is so sure that he can win the old man?