Monk Huijue walked back to the queue of Baolin Temple with an expressionless face, and persuaded the same door: "Huijue, victory or defeat is meaningless, don't let the Buddha's heart be stained with dust! Quit hatred, quit stupidity!" Huijue pronounced the Buddha's horn and said: "What the senior brother said is extremely true, the little monk is in love, Amitabha!"

"Huijue, it doesn't matter if you lose, the key is how you lose, remember it next time. Amitabha. ”

Hui Jue stood up with one hand and said, "Senior brother's teachings, keep them in mind. ”

"It's getting late, Uncle Yuan has returned to the wing room to rest, let's go together!"

As soon as the words fell, the monks of Baoling Temple walked away in a group.

Ling Huheng was still reminiscing about the fierce competition just now, but he was pulled off the competition platform by Wu Zhen, and said as he walked: "Senior brother, your sword technique is so amazing, how can you do it when it is obviously impossible to turn?"

Ling Huheng smiled bitterly: "It's not me who did it, but it!" said as he said, shaking the "Bladeless" fairy sword in his hand.

Wu Zhen's eyes widened in disbelief and said, "What?

Ling Huheng smiled bitterly: "I don't know what nerves it has, it suddenly moved on its own today." If I hadn't dragged it, I'm afraid the little monk would have been disemboweled. Speaking of which, I'm really invincible, that little monk, it's really a pity. His cultivation is on par with mine, but he has failed so inexplicably......"

Wu Zhenhan said with a smile: "Senior brother, why do you care about him so much? If you win, you win, let's go eat!"

Although Ling Huheng was following Wu Zhen, his mind kept shouting "Wufeng" sword spirit, for some reason. After this "Bladeless" sword spirit entered Ling Hu Heng's body, it has been entrenched, and there has been no sound. If it weren't for today's funny. Ling Huheng really thought that it was no longer in his body.

After "shouting" with his heart for a long time, a lazy voice came to mind from Ling Huheng's mind: "Master, what's the matter with you?"

Linghu Heng was angry: "What did you do today?"

The sword spirit "Wu Feng" said a little innocently: "Master, did I do something wrong?"

Ling Hu Heng couldn't cry or laugh: "Why did you suddenly control the fairy sword by yourself today?"

Sword Spirit Wufeng said aggrievedly: "I didn't see that you couldn't fight hard, master, so I made a little move!"

Ling Hu Heng clearly saw Sword Spirit Wufeng's pretended grievance, like a child who had been robbed of candy, and couldn't help but laugh: "Okay." You can't make a move without my orders in the future, you know?"

Sword Spirit Wufeng nodded "aggrievedly". After a while. The sword spirit Wufeng said, "Master, it's okay, I'm going to sleep." ”

After that, the sword spirit Wufeng really disappeared as soon as he turned around. Ling Huheng is angry and funny. I thought: "This sword spirit is really a child's heart, I don't know if it has been happy or sad for me all the time." Forget it, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, why do you think so much?" he was already free and easy by nature, and since he figured it out, he naturally didn't care about it.

After a short while, the two of them followed everyone to the kitchen of Ling Tian Palace, and the aroma of food came from a burst. Ling Huheng couldn't help but touch his stomach hungrily, no wonder. After a few days of traveling, he had never eaten a good meal, and it was another big battle at the moment, how could he not be hungry? As for the idea of preventing Ling Tiangong from doing things in the meal, he had already thrown it out of the clouds, and filling his stomach at this moment was the most important thing!

As soon as the two walked into the large kitchen, everyone who was eating turned their eyes to them. Ling Hu Heng naturally didn't care about those eyes and turned a blind eye, while Wu Zhen only cared about food at the moment, how could he care what others thought?

Whether it was a disciple of Ling Tian Palace or a disciple of Lingyun Sect, except for the monks of Baolin Temple who were silent, they were all talking in a low voice. The topic is, of course, today's ancient sword sect's super-magical sword technique, especially the magic stroke that made Hu Heng "defeat" Monk Huijue, which is simply incredible!

Everyone's discussion was naturally worried that the Ancient Sword Sect was so strong, maybe this year's leader would be won by the Ancient Sword Sect. Not to mention that in today's competition, sixty into thirty, the Ancient Sword Sect will enter seven people, what is the concept? That is to say, the Ancient Sword Sect has two more than the normal quota! And the Lingyun Sect and the Medicine God Valley have only entered four people, which makes many people feel that the Ancient Sword Sect is a little strong, incredibly strong. In fact, they don't understand the horror of sword cultivation, the more advanced they are, the more terrifying sword cultivation will become, not only the powerful sword technique, but also the body that has been tempered by spiritual power, which is beyond the reach of other immortal cultivators.

Ling Huheng glanced around, but he didn't find the figure of the silent Taoist, touched Wu Zhen's arm and said, "What about the old Taoist?"

Wu Zhen was also puzzled and said, "Maybe the master went back to rest, right?"

Ling Huheng pretended to be indifferent and said: "Since he doesn't want to eat, then forget it, let's eat!" After that, he went straight to get a meal, found a table and chair that no one was there and sat down, and got up as if no one was around.

Wu Zhen had a thought in his heart, and he also made meals, but they were all vegetarian dishes, and the portion was enough for three people. Ling Huheng is smart and clever, how can he not know that Wu Zhen left the food for the silent people? He didn't say anything, and ate the food by himself.

Not to mention, although Ling Tiangong was extremely domineering, the food was still good. Although there are few dishes, they can't hide the strong northwest style, a large piece of hand-grabbed mutton, and a mutton steamed bun, which makes Hu Heng eat happily. In a short time, he was full.

Wu Zhen didn't eat so quickly, because his meal was enough for two people, so he was slower. Linghu Heng saw that Wu Zhen couldn't finish eating for a while, so he said, "Big guy, you eat slowly, I'll go outside!"

Wu Zhen had food in his mouth, chewing indistinctly and said, "Senior brother, don't you get lost......

Ling Hu Heng made a gesture of reassurance, and walked out.

I have to say that the architecture of Ling Tian Palace is magnificent, with endless high-rise buildings and pavilions, all of which are glittering golden tiles, white high walls, and vermilion doors and windows. Although it is magnificent, it gives people a sense of vulgarity. Although the aura in Ling Tian Palace was sufficient, it did not have the freedom of the ancient sword sect to hide in the world, which made Hu Heng feel more and more depressed as he walked. After walking around for a while, I lost interest.

Ling Hu Heng walked away, but he muttered in his heart: "This Ling Tian Palace is really vulgar, even the tiles are golden, can't you use some other colors? I think this is the Imperial Palace! It's still a green bamboo forest, at least the air is fresh, it's not like here, it's upset." "Ling Hu Heng has never had a good impression of Ling Tian Palace, so naturally he degraded the architecture and environment of Ling Tian Palace.

Unknowingly, Ling Hu Heng came to a remote place. It is said to be remote, but compared to other places, in fact, there are a lot of warnings here. Ling Huheng looked up, and a high-rise building rose from the ground, with two golden words "Shuge" written on it. Ling Hu Heng couldn't help but think again: "Even the place to study is so vulgar, this Ling Tian Palace is really wonderful!" Just thinking of this, but unexpectedly, a black shadow jumped in front of Ling Hu Heng, and ran away in the blink of an eye.

Ling Hu Heng's eyesight is naturally needless to say, the figure of the man in black is on the thin side, but the figure makes Hu Heng look familiar, and without thinking too much, he chased forward. The speed of the two of them was so fast that they couldn't be seen by the naked eye, so naturally there was no need to mention those vigilant disciples with low cultivation in the distance.

The man in black also seemed to sense that someone was following, and immediately sped up. Although he doesn't use levitation, his foot strength is on par with levitation, and if you don't care about the terrain, maybe a point or two faster!

Ling Hu Heng's heart suddenly swelled with excitement, of course he knew this kind of body, and he was very familiar with it! But the figure of the person in front of him was not right, Ling Hu Heng thought in his heart.

"Let's catch up!" Ling Huheng thought of this, and also sped up, like a sharp arrow off the string, flying forward.

But the black-clothed man in front of him seemed to have eyes behind him, and he didn't even look at it, so as soon as Hu Heng accelerated, he also accelerated, as if he still had spare strength. In this way, the two of them left Ling Tian Palace one after another, more than ten zhang apart.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, the route of the two of them ran avoided, intentionally or unintentionally, the guards of Ling Tiangong and ran all the way to a deserted place.

Ling Hu Heng's doubts were even more serious, and he said tentatively: "Friends in front, can you leave your name?"

The man in black seemed to have never heard of it, and still ran forward on his own. In this way, Ling Huheng was also aroused to be competitive, and said in his heart: "Okay, then I'll ask you again when I catch up with you!" thought to himself, and his feet unconsciously strengthened.

The two of them ran one after the other, and for about a quarter of an hour, they came to a dense forest. The dense forest covers the sky and the sun, although it is all coniferous forest, but it is also better than the greenery, covering the starlight in the sky. Just when there was no warning, the man in black in front suddenly stopped. Ling Huheng was afraid of falling for the plot, so he immediately stopped his steps and looked at this suspicious figure vigilantly.

The man in black turned his head and saw that his entire head was covered in a black cloth, leaving only a gap for his eyes. can only be seen from the exposed eye parts, the wrinkles are exposed, it seems that he is not young. I only heard the masked man say in a hoarse voice: "Young man, why are you chasing after the old man?"

Ling Huheng smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "How many roads in the world are there?

When the masked man heard this, his voice sank, and he said, "So, tell me, what are you doing here?"

Ling Huheng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "What are you doing here, what am I doing here!"

The corners of the masked man's mouth under the black cloth raised slightly, and he said, "The old man came to Ling Tian Palace to find an item of the old man, what's the matter, are you too, little friend?"

For a while, Ling Hu Heng was speechless. The two were at a stalemate, but Ling Huheng was thinking: "It's too similar, whether it's the exercises or the tone of speech." It's just that his body and voice are not like this, is he really not?" Who is Ling Huheng referring to? (To be continued......)

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