"Let's go, let's go to the martial arts arena in front!" Deng Yuanjue shouted, took the iron Zen staff from the little guy's hand, and walked straight to a wide open space in front of him.

It took the two minions a lot of effort to carry the iron Zen staff, and they didn't want to fall into his hands now, but they were like a feather, and they didn't have any stagnation.

Huangfu Ling Ran said in his heart: "This person's physical strength is so good, if you don't use the power of the sword heart, only rely on your fists and feet, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win!" At the moment, he didn't dare to be careless and followed.

Fang La and the others were all looking forward to it, and followed closely.

Hearing this, the Manichaeans gathered more and more, Fang Ling didn't know when she came to Fang La, knowing that Huangfu Yan actually challenged Deng Yuanjue with all her strength, she couldn't help but start to disdain, looking disdainful.

The Tianji monk giggled, with a pair of eyes, and looked at the beautiful maids who came to wait on both sides, without the dignity that a VIP should have. Seeing a little beauty suddenly appear, her eyes lit up, and she greeted her.

Just before he could say anything, he was glared at by Fang Ling fiercely. Tianji Jushi's face stiffened, and then he saw the whip in her hand whipping a few whips on the ground from time to time, and she was even more in a cold sweat.

The Manichaeans saw that he had no unity, and they all glared angrily, and the Heavenly Monk was bored with himself, so he found a wooden stool and sat down alone.

At this time, the two people who invited them to fight were ready.

A good treasure light is like coming, a pair of leopard eyes widened, and shouted: "First eat a hundred Zen sticks of the Sprinkle family." Then he picked up the Zen staff and ran towards the emperor's death. All of a sudden, the silver python soared, and a muddy iron Zen staff danced like a green dragon, with great momentum, only afraid of tens of thousands of catties of strength, rubbing it to death, touching it to injury.

Huangfu snorted coldly, the Qingluan sword ejected, held the hilt of the sword, stepped up and flew up, and the "One Crane Soaring to the Sky" body method was used, avoiding the Zen staff in Deng Yuanjue's hand. With a slight touch of his feet, he made a move of "eight steps to catch the cicada", and then floated back to Deng Yuanjue's body as if he were nothing, and used a move of "white mist", turning into a heavy sword shadow, shrouding every place on Deng Yuanjue's body in the sword shadow.

"What a gut!" Deng Yuanjue was furious, roared violently, his hands were crossed, and the iron Zen staff disturbed the Gangfeng, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and slapped at the top of Huangfu Yan's head, and the head of the staff pointed to the right temple of Huangfu Yan's head.

Huangfu's sword moves are endless, and he relies on his body to be a lot higher than him, and he can avoid his staff every time, Deng Yuanjue's Zen staff hits the east, he avoids to the west, and the Zen staff goes to the south, he avoids to the north;

Deng Yuanjue was taken aback, he didn't want his body technique to be wonderful, and this sword technique was even more exquisite. Although he had already put away his contempt, he was still caught off guard, and it was difficult to accept it for a while, so he immediately danced the wand to the extreme, concentrating on the move.

When he took a step forward with his body, his right foot was buried in the cyan slate of the martial arts arena with a bang, splashing up the sky full of dust, shaking off a staff flower, and the one hundred and eight ways of subduing the wand method whirred open, rushing wildly, and where the staff shadow waved, a thunderbolt-like explosion sounded.

Everyone saw the Zen staff in his hand dancing into a brilliant web of death, following behind Huangfu Yan, sweeping wave after wave, overwhelming, and they all began to worry about Huangfu Yan.

It's just that Huangfu Yan still has a calm face, a sword technique in one hand, a body like a colorful butterfly wearing flowers, a step like a civet cat pounces on a mouse, and the sword is like flowing water.

The wand was used to the extreme, and the head of the wand smashed the ground into pits from time to time, and the gravel brought up on it shot out one after another, hitting the trees, shaking the trees and falling leaves.

The web of death has been shrouded in the emperor's death, and although everyone knows that Deng Yuanjue will not be a killer, they still can't help but worry about him.

Suddenly, Huangfu's body turned, turned around, and a sword stabbed out, with a "Zheng" sound, the brilliance smashed, and in an instant, only the sound of "ding" was heard, and the Qingluan sword had already hit the iron Zen staff.

Although the ancient sword was sharp, the Zen staff was thick, and the two collided together, which was really sharp, Jin Ge shook, and a ball of air swirled into the sky, blowing the dust on the ground everywhere.

The two of them dismantled more than 200 moves, and they were all frightened. Everyone outside the venue didn't expect that Huangfu was so young that he would have such a martial arts cultivation.

Huangfu's true qi continued endlessly, and the rhythm remained unchanged at all, and he continued to unfold the sword technique, and countless sword lights swung out, surrounding Deng Yuanjue.

At this time, Deng Yuanjue's breath has begun to become heavy, and his body shook twice, obviously it was too much consumption, he was fighting his spirit, secretly complaining, the swordsmanship of this person in front of him was mysterious and unpredictable, and his breath was long and endless, when he was his great enemy in life, that is, in his heyday, he had to deal with it carefully, not to mention that he was now exhausted. Thinking about it, the intention of retreat had risen in his heart, and he immediately played a false trick, and he was forced to suffer the sword of the emperor's death before jumping out of the sword light.

Everyone couldn't believe it when they saw that his face was flushed, and even his chest was red.

The emperor did not pursue, and stood there as if no one was there.

Deng Yuanjue was annoyed in his heart, and he stuck the Zen stick on the ground heavily, and the cyan slate on the martial arts arena had already been pressed extremely strong, but at this time, it was like tofu, and it was deeply inserted into the ruler by the Zen staff.

Just looking at the hand he revealed, he knew that without the superior Inner Family Xuangong, it would be impossible to be like this. Thinking about it this way, wouldn't the emperor in the field with fluttering green clothes be even more remarkable.

Fang Ling's eyes widened, and the boss with his mouth open looked at the young man in the field. That girl is not pregnant with spring, as a little princess of Manichaeism, she has seen a lot of martial arts heroes, but she has never heard of people who can compete with her father's and uncle's generation. Looking at Huangfu Yan's young age, majestic and unearthly temperament, he couldn't help but miss a few beats in his heart, like hitting a deer.

Fang La's eyelids were beating wildly, and his heart was shocked. With a wry smile, he knew that this son was definitely not a thing in the pool, and the little Manichaeism really couldn't let him succumb. Suddenly, I thought of Huangfu Yan's confident praise of Liuli's medical skills, and said in my heart: "If that girl's medical skills are as unexpected as this kid's martial arts, maybe it is really possible to find a way to cure the plague." ”

Seeing it in his eyes, Tianji Jushi couldn't sit still anymore, and wanted to go up and ask him what his martial arts were famous, such a high level of martial arts was enough to be among the rookies in the rivers and lakes. Thinking about it, he stood up with a thud. It's just that he sat in a hurry before, and didn't find a barb on the stool, and as soon as his butt left the bench, he heard a loud bang, and a large piece of pants was suddenly torn off and left on the bench, and when the wind blew, it was vaguely seen that he was wearing a pair of fiery red bottoms.

"Flutter!" Fang Ling immediately laughed when she saw his embarrassed appearance.

Tianji Jushi subconsciously touched his buttocks, and was suddenly embarrassed, and hurriedly took off his outer robe, tied it around his waist, and covered his open crotch pants.

The emperor saw it from afar, floated over, and pointed at him and laughed. Under the embarrassment of the Tianji monk, he forgot to continue to ask about the origin of his martial arts for a while.

Fang La and the others saw Huangfu standing there, as natural as the breeze and the bright moon, without the slightest hint of master's breath, and their hearts were even more awe-inspiring, and a trace of coolness could not help but rise on their backs. They thought that they had overestimated this young man, but they still did not expect that, instead of overestimating, they despised his terribleness far from the ground.