He let out a long sigh, a bit of a pity for the destruction of the heavens.

Xiahou was not convinced, he said to the Zen master: "The old abbot should not underestimate me, the uncle is also a person with magical powers, and he can also stimulate the immortal arts such as ** incarnation, sword arson, etc., how can it not be worthy of it?"

Zen Master Qi Ba looked at the flying sword with salivation, heard Xia Hou's words, and said disdainfully: "Your mana, at most, force out a little mortal fire, where can it be called a supernatural power? I'm afraid that even a trace of true fire contained in this flying sword itself can't be driven!"

Xia Hou didn't know that there was such a statement, and hurriedly asked, "There is still a flame in my flying sword?"

He was a little incredulous, but the Zen Master's own mana was not high, so he just said: "Lao Qu also feels something, but the flame level in this sword is too high, and I can't recognize it." ”

Xiahou smiled and said: "The old abbot is afraid that he is old and dazzled, so he has hallucinations, where is the heat of the flame in this cold sword body?"

He gently put his hand on the flying sword sword, as gentle as treating the ** he loves most in his heart. It's just that the Zen master of Qi Baht was very angry, and the rosary in his hand was a little faster, and he said angrily: "You kid is mortal with the naked eye, and you don't know each other if you have empty treasures, this is the magic weapon of the fairy family, even if it contains flames, it will not be heated!"

Xiahou said in disbelief: "Then the old abbot, you can't tell what kind of flame is in the sword, can you?"

Zen Master Qi Baht was a little speechless, and when he was embarrassed, he suddenly heard a chuckle from above the clouds: "I recognize the flame in the flying sword, it is the dazzling fire in the thunder!"

Xia Hou didn't recognize the flames in the flying sword, but he recognized that it was the voice of Xuankong, and he hurriedly grabbed Princess Ao Ying and was about to break into the main hall of Lingtai Temple.

Only bluffed the Zen master with a spirit, hurriedly stood up, stretched out his arms in front of Xiahou and said, "Xiahou swordsman, what's wrong with you?"

Xiahou didn't have the kung fu to worry about the Zen master, but just kowtowed and pleaded: "Old abbot, my opponent is chasing after me, please let me go into the temple and hide for a while!"

Zen Master Qi Baht said in fright: "What opponent do you have as a swordsman in the world, and how powerful can you be?"

Although he didn't believe that Xia Hou's mana Dao Xing could make any opponents, but the monk was compassionate, and his hands relaxed slightly, but Xia Hou still pulled Princess Ao Ying into the Buddhist hall of Lingtai Temple.

Only the Zen Master was left to sit on the threshold again, but he wanted to see who could scare Xiahou, who claimed to be the number one swordsman in the world, into fleeing without a fight. Suddenly, I saw an auspicious cloud falling from the sky.

There are three immortals, a man, two women standing upright above the auspicious clouds, how can you see the Zen master of Dao Baht?

Xuankong's appearance is fine, but the two girls Xiangyu and Jiangxue are really beautiful, if it weren't for the fairy in the sky, I really don't know who else it is. Among the women that this old monk has seen in his life, only Princess Ao Ying, who has just seen, can compare with these two.

He didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and hurriedly walked in front of the foot of Xuankong Yun, bowed down and said, "Little monk, meet the gods of the upper realm." ”

Xuankong didn't dare to let him kneel down to worship him, so he hurriedly sent out a clear breath to support the Zen master's movements, and said with a smile: "I'm not a god in the upper realm, just Xuankong, a Laoshan Qi refiner." ”

He introduced left and right: "These two are the fairy in the flower, Xiangyu and Jiangxue. ”

Zen Master Qi Baht's heart was beating up and down, and at this moment he heard that the immortal was accompanied by a flower demon, so he raised his forehead a little, and said, "I don't know what advice the immortal has when he comes to Lingtai Temple?"

Xuankong just saw Xiahou hiding in the temple with Princess Ao Ying, and he was not busy talking about it first, he said with a smile: "Fang Cai I heard the old abbot chanting poetry in the air, so I stopped at the foot of the clouds, and I heard the old abbot Pinjian involuntarily making a sound." ”

Zen Master Qi Baht hurriedly said: "The old man has lived for two hundred years, and he just said it casually, and he should not be able to go to the immortal eye." ”

Xuankong said with a smile: "The old abbot doesn't have to be arrogant, the cultivation of different kinds is already more difficult than the human body, and the old abbot's two hundred years of hard cultivation to become a human body is already an incredible speed!"

When Zen Master Qi heard Xuankong break his heels, his face was first shocked and then calmed down, and he bowed down and said: "I worship at the foot of the Golden Buddha of Fulingtai Temple, absorb the Buddha's shadow for a long time, and have the surname Hexiang, and there is an ancient treasure in this high mountain, so I can avoid the catastrophe and cultivate the ** shape." ”

Xuankong glanced at the Zen master and said with a smile: "Baht, baht, spider, spider, it turns out that the old abbot is a spider." ”

A wry smile hung on the face of the Zen Master: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from the immortals." ”

Xiangyu looked at the frightened face of the Zen master, and comforted him: "Don't worry, old abbot, we are also different cultivators, and we all know that it is not easy." And seeing that the old abbot has a faint Buddha light, but no demonic energy, he must also be a person who is dedicated to cultivation, and Xuankong will not trouble you. ”

was glared at by Xiangyu and Jiangxue, and Xuankong had no choice but to smile and say, "Exactly, exactly." ”

He concealed his embarrassment and said, "But the old abbot just tasted the sword, and he only said the general benefits, and there are still some benefits that I haven't seen." ”

Zen Master Qi Baht hurriedly said: "Please also ask the immortals to give advice." ”

Xuankong smiled, took out a sword from his bosom that was the same as the flying sword on Xiahou's body, and handed it to Zen Master Qi, saying: "When this sword was refined, it was melted with three flavors of true fire, plus Xuantian Rapid Fire Hammering Style, and after it was practiced, it was quenched with the cold water of the Northern Darkness. Therefore, after the sword comes out, there are three qi of thunder, fire and water in the congenital, and the old abbot now has a golden pill cultivation, but he can barely drive one of them, if he waits until the Yuan Shen Dacheng ascends the immortal level, he can also experience the benefits of the three qi!"

From Xuankong's words, Zen Master Qi Baht faintly heard the meaning of giving away a sword, but he was still a little unsure. I'm afraid that the immortals have laid some tests, if they are greedy, they will not be beautiful.

Therefore, he refused again and again: "What the immortal said is very true, the little monk has been taught!"

Xuankong looked at the expression of the old monk who wanted his flying sword but didn't dare to ask for it, and his heart was secretly happy, but he also sighed a little that this monk really conformed to the heart of Buddhism, no wonder the path of cultivation was so smooth, and it had faded into a human body in just two hundred years.

He no longer amused this Zen master, stuffed the flying sword into his arms, and said: "The old abbot is also a person who loves swords, and besides, you and other field cultivators have neither ** nor a teacher, so I will give you a flying sword that is easy to refine!"

Zen Master Qi Baht heard Xuankong speak, only then did he notice the appearance of the flying sword, and he somewhat comprehended: "That sword of the human swordsman Xiahou, but it is also refined by the immortals?" Xuankong nodded, and said with a reserved smile: "It is from a furnace!" (To be continued.) )