Liu Mu Huoran opened his eyes, and the shout sounded obviously profound, he wanted to see which sect it was a disciple, and what caught his eye was a young monk, the white monk's robe showed an infinite sense of dust, and the heart of Shaolin was so profound, there was such a handsome disciple. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the Shaolin disciple stepped into the ring step by step, and after saying a Buddha name, he folded his hands and said to the stone: "Shaolin Qingxin, come to ask for advice!"

The crowd gradually became noisy again because of the appearance of Qingxin, you must know that Shaolin did not appear as a challenger at the beginning of the last session, and this time the appearance of Qingxin is not simply to see the joy of hunting. It is estimated that there will be no fewer people in Shaolin who will participate in the tea and flower appreciation conference this time, and in order to prevent their disciples from meeting in advance, they will compete for places early.

"Fenglin night, stone!" "The stone who has long been accustomed to these people's martial arts competitions reported the number first, and said with a serious expression.

The referee of the arbitration, after seeing that both sides were ready, sang: "Shaolin Qingxin vs. Fenglin Evening Stone, the challenge begins." With that, he hurriedly retreated.

The stone can feel the cultivation of the pure-hearted monk, and I am afraid that it is a strong enemy. And the pure heart can still smile like the Buddha at first, but when the stone is holding the knife in both hands, the smile gradually converges, and he feels that the opponent in front of him is too calm, and his expression has not changed from beginning to end. Such a person is very terrible in actual combat, and he is determined and not hindered by external objects, and the end will naturally not end. Judging that he is holding a wooden knife, it is estimated that he is worried about missing his hand, indicating that it is a knife technique that kills heavily and mercilessly.

Qingxin hung the rosary in his hand back to his neck, and walked towards the stone step by step. Every step out made the momentum of the surrounding body climb by three points, suppressing the past like a god.

The same stone is also a heavy step, slowly stepping on broken steps, the wooden knife held high in both hands is as steady as Mount Tai, the footsteps close to Qingxin are getting slower and slower, and the ordinary two tigers who are constantly observing carefully observe the opponent, taking the opportunity to pounce on it and tear the other party apart. This is a kind of contest in the spiritual realm, where the opponent's breath is locked all the time, looking for flaws, waiting to reap the fruits of victory.

The distance kept getting shorter under the movement of the two. When the last distance was broken, Liu Mu in the distance squinted his eyes and whispered, "It's time to make a move!" But the stones in the ring still didn't stop breaking their steps, and pressed towards Qingxin. He felt that the Qingxin on the other side was like an ordinary big dragon at the moment, there was no flaw in his body, and his spirit was not released at all times, and the fists that were slightly raised on his waist kept changing, and he was not sure that he would win with one blow. He knew that this distance was dangerous, and if he was snatched into his arms by Qingxin, then he would definitely lose.

Qingxin's smile in the previous world returned to his face, the attack distance of the long knife was close to the power will be discounted, the balance of victory is tilting towards him, the moment the pace falls, Qingxin's eyes flash, the whole person is like a sharp sword, the fist is like the tip of the sword against the chest of the stone, the moment the person stomping his feet has flown out, the snow-white monk's robe on his body is like the clouds in the sky, so light and soft.

Then the next moment, the stone that continued to break forward was turned sideways on tiptoe, and the figure took three steps back like electricity, and the knife in his hand had already been cut out in the retreat, the wooden knife was hidden in the killing intention, and the blunt tip of the knife flashed, and it was slashed at the side face of Qingxin who was still rushing forward.

"Click!"

Seeing the stone retreat sideways, Qingxin, who had lost his goal, knew that he was going to suffer, so he had to increase his speed to a faster speed, let go of the wooden knife that slashed at his face, and finally let the wooden knife slash at his back. With a glint in his eyes, he turned around and urged the big demon fist to the extreme, and under the cover around the stone that made the knife again, the two of them shot almost at the same time, but the stone was slightly faster in the knife. There is a way that is an inch long and an inch strong, and the stone that is pulled away from it doesn't care that Qingxin's iron fist falls, and the wooden knife falls on Qingxin's forehead first at the speed of thunder.

"Bang!"

"What a quick cut!"

The crowd watching the battle around couldn't help but whisper, and they could see that Qingxin's final blow was definitely covering all the dodging directions of the stone, and the purpose was to force the stone to fight hard. Unexpectedly, the stone did go out as he wished, but it won by accounting for the length of the blade.

Some shocked Qingxin knew in his heart that it was not what the onlookers thought, he had already lost when he made a move, not on the blade, when his heart was firmly guarded, because the shot fell on the other party, the stone had already won, he broke his will and cut out the knife. When his will was all on the attack, the spiritual will of the stone had already clinged to the knife and slashed out, as if breaking through space, and slashed at his forehead. Qingxin miscalculated, if you stick close at the beginning, don't take the initiative to attack, you can still make the stone distressed a little, but unfortunately the situation is irretrievable with his own initiative.

The sound of discussion with the gaze of the stone, slowly lowered, everyone was a little frightened, if the stone used a steel knife, it is estimated that Qingxin has been on the spot, the stone knife made many people shut up, although the weather is not cold, but the stone knife makes people feel cold, anyone who dares to underestimate this knife, will eventually swallow the bitter wine they brew.

Qingxin did not underestimate the stone, he knew better than anyone who had not competed with the stone, the horror of the stone's knife, he understood that the moment he made his move, in fact, he had drawn an end to this battle. Even if he didn't take the initiative to attack, the stone's calm lion staring at its prey would bring him a heavy blow.

The referee's eyes narrowed for a moment, his face was slightly gloomy, it seemed that he was a person related to Shaolin, and when the stone looked over, he barely showed a smile, walked to the front of the stage, took a deep breath and shouted: "Fenglin night, the stone guard is successful, and it will directly advance to the top ten!"

Hearing the referee say this, Tie Qi was as happy as the New Year, and kept chanting: "Tut, this kid can be a stone!"

Liu Mu was a little speechless, he didn't expect the Fenglin Gala to be regarded as a sect, in fact, what he didn't think about was that there was no sect at all about stones, and he couldn't say that the rivers and lakes were scattered with stones. However, fortunately, the stone did not disgrace itself, and when the situation was unfavorable to him, he would play carefully to win.

Different from Liu Mu's satisfaction here, the old monk who had a flat expression on the high platform heard the referee's shout, and his eyes showed a three-point killing intention. Before he went out, he also promised the head senior brother Fanwu that he would win the top five, and before he had started for a long time, Qingxin, who was an elite disciple, was defeated, or in the hands of a sect that he had never heard of, how could he accept this. At that moment, he made a decision in his heart, picked up the hot tea that had been refilled, and watched the others compete there with a flat expression.