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Xiao Feng glanced at the sweeping monk and said, "Sweeping monk, are you going to fight this time on the sword?" I won't show mercy to my subordinates, you must know that the hatred of killing your father is not shared. ”

"Lord Xiao, don't be indignant, it was really the old man's fault at that time. But Ling Zun and Murong Bo didn't really die, and later I spent a lot of effort to finally wake them up, and my skills improved greatly. "Sweeping monk.

"I was deceived by you once in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, could it be that I have to be deceived a second time?" Xiao Feng frowned.

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, don't be impatient for a while, wait a little longer, Old Shi Xiao and Murong Bo will be here, and the facts will prove it." ”

Although he didn't believe it very much, it was inconvenient for Xiao Feng to find a sweeping monk for revenge at this time, so he went to the side, found a stone, and meditated cross-legged.

"What, is my father really alive?" Murong Fu was also shocked when he heard the news, and hurriedly came over and stared at the sweeping monk, hoping to get an exact answer.

"The Buddha said, don't say it. Time will tell. "The sweeping monk is very unfathomable.

Haruma saw this scene. His face twitched twice, for he had seen what could be pretended, such as himself. But I've never seen a sweeper so natural as he is.

Murong Fu's eyes were a little cold, but he didn't say anything after all, but held the sword in his left hand and pinched the orchid finger in his right hand and walked back to his previous position.

At this time, it was already evening, and the evening of early winter had come very early. The sun is about to set, suspended among the cascading mountains. Blooming with orange and red light, the clouds are steaming. Quite spectacular.

The mist is dark, the autumn dew is lingering, and the afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled all over the top of Mount Huashan and the undulating sea of clouds around it. The top of Mount Hua is like being plated with a layer of golden light, and the surrounding sea of clouds is changing with colorful light. It's beautiful, it's just a few of them.

Immediately afterwards, many masters came, almost all of whom were acquaintances, and they were indeed qualified to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate.

One followed by Duan Yanqing, the head of the four evildoers, the current head of the Shuzhong Sword Pavilion, Fusu Gongzi, the founder of the Sunflower Treasure Book and the head of the Blood Clothes Gate, Li Xian, and Huang Shang, the founder of the Nine Yin True Scripture.

Immediately afterwards, two gray-robed monks appeared, quite familiar, they were actually Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo. They really didn't really die on Shaomuro Mountain. Later, after being rescued by the sweeping monk, they deeply felt that Wang Tu was domineering. The sea of blood is full of hatred, and it is all dust. Later, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who were originally enemies of the heavens, released their previous suspicions, forgot their hatred, worshipped sweeping monks as teachers, and converted to Buddhism. "Father!" Xiao Feng and Murong Fu shouted almost in unison. They all ran over.

As a result, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were like wooden people, and they didn't look at them at all. They all recited the Buddha's horn in a calm voice: "Amitabha." ”

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yuanshan said: "The former Xiao Yuanshan is dead, and the current old man is just a monk from Yuanchen." ”

"The former Murong Bo is also dead, and now the old man's name is just a monk returning to the land. Murong Bo also said indifferently. No longer the scheming and high-spirited spirit of the former city government, who would have thought that Murong Bo, who was a former generation of heroes, who falsely spread the news of Yanmen Pass, would actually become a monk who escaped into the empty door?

If it weren't for the fact that this Huashan Sword Debate was presided over by Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's master, the sweeping monk himself, they would not have come to cheer.

He was already satisfied to see that his father was safe and sound, so Xiao Feng stepped back. As for Murong Fu, he felt even more ashamed, because he made the Gusu Murong family cut off the incense from then on, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a sinner through the ages.

Murong Fu hurriedly retreated, and sighed in his heart: "If I had known these consequences, I should have gotten married and had children first, and then I would have cultivated the Sunflower Treasure Book." With my wisdom, I should have thought about this in advance, but at that time, due to the setbacks of successive failures and the attraction of the profound martial arts of the Sunflower Treasure Book, I was too anxious to go to the palace. ”

"In this way, except for the sweeping monks, there are a total of twelve masters who participated in the Huashan Sword Debate this time. Xiao Feng groaned.

"I always feel that there is another person who should come, because his strength is enough to be regarded as a peerless powerhouse!" Duan Yu said.

"Who is it?" asked Xuzhu curiously.

"Dugu seeks defeat!" Duan Yu said.

The sunset was almost completely sinking, and only a thin red cloud remained.

"Maybe he won't be there until tomorrow, or maybe he is concentrating on penance in a far away place, and he doesn't have time to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate. Duan Yu sighed.

Suddenly, under the afterglow of the setting sun, a tall young man, with long hair scattered, carrying a pitch-black heavy sword, wearing a linen white robe and straw sandals, walked step by step.

He exuded a strong sword intent all over his body, or he was a sword in his own right. The edge of this sword is not strong, but the heavy sword has no edge, and it is not skillful.

"Brother Dugu, you're finally here. Duan Yu said with a smile.

"Yes, I'm here. Dugu nodded in defeat.

"You should have come a long time ago. Duan Yu said.

"It's late, but I'm here anyway. Dugu said in defeat: "Even though I am arrogant and uninhibited, I always want to know how many of the peak masters of martial arts I can rank." ”

After saying that, Dugu and Duan Yu both smiled heartily.

"Senior, may I ask how many masters you have invited to this Huashan Sword Discussion, and how many people have not arrived?" Since Xiao Feng learned that his father Xiao Yuanshan was safe and sound, and he also worshipped the sweeping monk as his teacher, not only did the hatred disappear, but also had to be treated respectfully. After all, the sweeping monk was his father's master. This is a grandfather's generation, and there is nothing wrong with being respectful.

"Amitabha, all the masters have arrived. There are thirteen in total. They are all peerless masters of the Innate Jindan realm. In fact, in the martial arts, there are still some masters of the innate Jindan realm, but their comprehensive strength is far inferior to yours, so only those who are seen by the old man are invited and qualified to come to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate. The sweeping monk said loudly.

Xiao Feng was stunned. Nodding back, he didn't ask any more questions.

Next. Everyone lit a few bonfires on the top of this Huashan Mountain, and then each used different methods to catch the geese and the hare, and roasted and ate. As for Kumachi. At first, he pretended to be very tall and refused to eat meat, but in this early winter, he couldn't find any wild fruits, so he had to get a flower snake to make a barbecue, which made everyone quite speechless.

"Amitabha, the little monk can't help it! If you're hungry tonight, then tomorrow the little monk's appearance in the Huashan Sword Discussion will be very out of standard, so it's understandable to supplement some nutrition. Hatomo explained very seriously, at the same time. He also kept an eye out for the snake meat on the wooden shelves, not letting it get scorched, or he wouldn't have to eat it tonight.

The sweeping monk seems to appreciate Kumachi. So he nodded and exclaimed: "Good, good, a compassionate person like Master Kumazhi, even if he drinks wine, it is fruit wine, and eating meat is also vegetarian meat." Lao Wei is very optimistic about you, and hopes that you can achieve a good ranking in Huashan Sword. ”

"Thank you for the favor of the seniors, the little monk will definitely go all out. Hatama said respectfully.

As for those ordinary martial arts people who plan to come and see the excitement. Most of them are still halfway up the mountain, and some of them have come to the top of Huashan before. But there was nothing to eat or drink on it, so I had to retreat, and decided to wait until tomorrow to watch the magnificent decisive battle.

After a while, almost all the masters were immersed in the roasted meat of all kinds of beasts. The sweeping monk said loudly: "This Huashan sword discussion, there are two purposes, one is to let everyone gather here to have a discussion, verify the peak martial arts in the martial arts, and the other is about an important secret, but now is not the time to explain the secret, and when the Huashan sword discussion is over, it is not too late to talk about it." ”

"Could it be that in today's martial arts, there is a deeper secret than the battle of Yanmen Pass at that time?" Duan Yu asked curiously.

"Of course, perhaps this secret is only known to an old antique like the old man, who feels that the end is approaching, and there are not many years to live. Therefore, I hurriedly held this Huashan Sword Debate, hoping that the secret would not disappear forever in the martial arts. "Sweeping monk.

Fusu Gongzi was a little unhappy, and said: "Could it be that the winner of Huashan Sword only learned a secret, it is really a loss." ”

"This is a mistake, Huashan on the sword, you can not only win the peak ranking of martial arts, but this secret is also related to the question of where everyone will go in the future. Do you really want to experience what it's like to not find an opponent?" said the sweeping monk.

Hearing this, Dugu said with emotion: "Yes, but I have already felt the painful feeling of being defeated and not being able to get it." I hope that there will be more great opponents that will inspire me to continue to explore the true meaning of martial arts. ”

Kurokawa Dazang and Xuzhu glanced at each other, and felt funny in their hearts, because Dugu was too arrogant to seek defeat, and it must be known that in the broken valley of the Sword Pavilion in Shuzhong, the sword saint's sword cultivation was completely suppressed by Dugu's defeat, this guy actually forgot about it, so ashamed.

After all, they are good friends, so Xuzhu and Kurokawa Dazang did not say this to their faces, so as not to save Dugu's face.

"Dugu Daxia, please rest assured, your wish will definitely be satisfied, you will find a lot of opponents, enough for you to fight non-stop. The sweeping monk laughed.

His words are too strange, everyone is very strange in their hearts, in the martial arts, there are obviously not many innate Jindan masters, but when it comes to sweeping monks, it seems that there are still a lot of masters.

"If the seniors fool us and others, so many masters, it's not something you can deal with. Dugu said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, the old man has always been a child. "The sweeping monk is very sure of the way. (There will be more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued)