The fat lama didn't wait for Lin Fengsheng to answer after speaking, and attacked the middle palace with both palms in a row, Lin Fengsheng dismantled a few moves and found that his palm technique was quite mysterious, the number of roads was extremely strange, a little distracted, the shoulder had been hit by a palm, and the palm power was eliminated by the dense true qi, and the shoulder was naturally sent forward, and the fat lama's wrist was broken with a click.

The fat lama's upper body was rebounded by Lin Fengsheng's true anger and leaned back, but his footsteps were stubborn and unmoving, and he sat down on the ground with a bang, only to feel pain in his wrist, his face was full of horror, and he looked at Lin Fengsheng speechlessly in a daze.

Lin Fengsheng also felt faintly painful when he hit him in the shoulder, and the Guigu Divine Skill naturally gave birth to the power of counterattack, and the blow that broke his wrist was really not intentional, and he couldn't help but feel sorry, and stepped forward and said with concern: "How offended, but is it badly hurt?"

The fat lama held the injured wrist with his other hand, and said with a big grin: "It's not in the way, the big lama knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood, this little injury is nothing." This one is your victory, and the Great Lama is not your opponent. ”

Lin Fengsheng hugged his fists and said: "Accept and concede." Master, please join the wrist bones of this great lama. ”

Kongyuan said: "Amitabha, offended." As he spoke, he approached slowly, to pick up the bones for the fat lama.

A thin lama in his forties came out of the crowd and said coldly: "Don't bother the old monk, we will treat the injuries of the junior brother ourselves!" he glared at the fat lama and shook his head, obviously resentful of his first loss.

Although this person's popularity is small, the technique of bone grafting is clever, and he corrected the wrist bone of the fat lama in three strokes and two strokes, took out a box of ointment from his arms, applied it evenly on the wound, tore off a monk's robe and wrapped it tightly, got up and said: "There will be a little monk to compete in this second game, which of you will fight?"

Xie Yucang jumped into the arena and said proudly: "Since the old lama wants to be right with Master Kongyuan, then this one will naturally be compared by me!"

The thin lama said: "Senior Brother Bayan and the Great Monk of Kongyuan don't use blades, and the previous game is also a fist, so let's compare the blades." As he spoke, he took a pair of copper cymbals handed over by a little lama beside him, and put his hands together to make a loud resonance, and the aftermath was buzzing for a long time.

Xie Yucang had never seen this kind of Qimen blade, and his heart was slightly cold, so he was immediately interested, and he raised his soft sword and hugged his fist and said, "Please advise!"

The lama also said "please", and the copper cymbals hit Xie Yucang's head one by one, and the move was the same as the fat lama's move "bells and drums sounding in unison". The copper cymbals were as big as a basin, and the strong wind was stirring, only blowing Xie Yu's sideburns.

Xie Yucang stepped back, and the soft sword slashed the lama's wrist. The copper cymbal in the lama's left hand turned around to open the sword, and the copper cymbal in his right hand turned rapidly in his hand, still sweeping towards Xie Yucang's neck.

Xie Yucang's heart was horrified, and he stabbed the lama's lower abdomen with a short body and a move to "raise fire to the sky". The lama took a step back and closed the cymbals, and with a thud he grabbed Xie Yucang's blade. Xie Yucang pulled hard without moving, and the blade of the sword was as if it was cast on a copper cymbal.

The lama sneered and kicked Xie Yucang's wrist holding the sword, trying to snatch the opponent's blade.

Xie Yucang's left hand changed his fingers to wait for work, and his fingertips pointed to the "Zusanli" on the lama's calf. The lama smashed the cymbal in his left hand, and kicked Xie Yucang's wrist with his right foot castrate.

Xie Yucang also changed his moves very quickly, his right hand let go of the hilt of the sword, and his left hand shrank and stretched out to grab the hilt of the sword and snatch it back. But he was kicked in his right wrist and it was very painful.

The competition between the two is different from the contest between Lin Fengsheng and the fat lama, each of them is dismantled by the above martial arts moves, and the change of moves is very fast, and more than ten moves have been changed in an instant.

The thin lama grabbed the blade and pounced again in vain, and the double cymbals struck several times in a row, and the high-pitched sound of gold and iron hitting only shook everyone's ears. Xie Yucang was stunned for a moment, only to feel that the Venus was flying in front of him, and then there was a pain in his left arm, which had been swept by the copper cymbal, and a cut was cut and blood flowed.

It turned out that the sound of the copper cymbals had the effect of disturbing the enemy's mind, and the edge was as sharp as a sharp sword, Xie Yucang didn't know the details, so he said.

Xie Yucang was shocked and angry, and with a clear roar, the soft sword danced like a spiritual snake, and a set of flowing cloud swordsmanship launched a dense attack, not giving the lama a chance to take the lead.

When Lin Fengsheng saw the lama's Qimen blade, he was not secretly frightened, and said: "This lama has taken advantage of weapons, if Brother Xie is using my bloody sword, then I am not afraid of his copper cymbals, just destroy his weapons to defeat him." ”

On martial arts cultivation, Xie Yucang is not under the lama, but the copper cymbals in the lama's hands are multi-purpose, sometimes striking each other to make a sound, sometimes rotating rapidly to disturb people's eyes, and sometimes holding the ribbon on the back for a meteor hammer, which can be described as changeable, and it is really difficult to guard against.

After fighting for forty or fifty moves, Xie Yucang was slightly distracted, and the back of his hand was swept by the edge of the copper cymbal, and a shallow blood mark appeared when he landed. In a fit of rage, he slashed at the cymbals in the lama's hand like a splash of the wind, only to hear the sound of clanging, and the swords and cymbals intersected and sparks splashed everywhere.

The moves of the two were as urgent as sparks, and they saw two black shadows tumbling and rolling forward and retreating, and they were glued together. After a few moments, the clashing of cymbals came to an abrupt end, and the two of them jumped away.

Lin Fengsheng's heart sank, only to see that Xie Yucang's arms were full of criss-crossing wounds, his sleeves were ragged and tattered, and wisps of blood flowed through the soft sword in his hand on the back of his hand, and fell to the ground drop by drop along the blade. Koki was dressed in good clothes elsewhere and had no wounds.

Looking at the lama's hands of flesh and blood, the blood is also constantly oozing blood, and there are gaps everywhere on a pair of copper cymbals, which have been cut by Xie Yucang's Liuyun soft sword. It seems that not all the blood on the tip of Xie Yucang's sword is his own, and the lama's hands were also injured by his blade.

The two of them gasped for a moment and fought again, their moves getting faster and faster, interspersed with angry shouts from time to time.

Kong Yuan and the old lama named Bayan saw that the two of them were like crazy tigers, and they had the potential to never give up without judging life and death, so they hurriedly shouted together.

But both of them suffered losses, and when they saw the blood, they stimulated their temperament, and where they were willing to listen, they could only make the offensive more violent.

Lin Fengsheng was also faintly worried, and said, "Grand Lama Bayan, how is this scene calculated?"

Bayan groaned slightly: "Both of them have suffered a small loss, and they have not yet won or lost, and it is very inappropriate to fight again, so it will be considered a draw." ”

Lin Fengsheng nodded, turned his head to Kongyuan and said, "Master, what do you think?"

Kong Yuankou Xuan Buddha said: "What Bayan said is not bad, the two of them may be injured if they fight, so they should be persuaded to stop quickly." Just according to what the Great Lama Bayan said. ”

Before Kongyuan's voice fell, he saw the figure flickering, Lin Fengsheng had already flown into the middle of the entrance, and pierced into the middle of the two people who were fighting, and slapped the lama who made the copper cymbals with a move of "wind and rain" with his left palm, and slapped Xie Yucang with his right palm "gentle wind and drizzle".

The lama felt that the power of the opponent's palm was surging like a mountain and a sea, and his heart was terrified, and he hurriedly poured out a few feet, threw the bronze cymbals to the ground, and pushed them out with both palms. Suddenly, the opponent's palm power suddenly disappeared without a trace, his palms were powerless, and he couldn't retract the momentum, his body fell forward two steps, and a slender horse's face turned red. Fortunately, no one saw it at night, but I was very embarrassed in my heart.

The palm slapped at Xie Yucang was originally used for soft force, and Xie Yucang knew that his palm was intended to persuade and there was no malicious intent, so he accepted this palm calmly, but only withdrew two steps before standing still.

Lin Fengsheng stood in the middle of the station, hugged his fists and said, "Offended." The elders of both sides said that this game was considered a draw, and the two did not have to play anymore. ”

The lama muttered in his mouth, and he was a little unwilling, so he picked up the two broken cymbals and threw them into the forest outside the temple, which was nothing more than to vent the anger in his heart.

Kong Yuan said: "Bayan, now it's time for the two of us to compete together." Alas, monks should not have the heart to fight and win, but this matter is very important, and the old man can only go all out, and you don't have to be tolerant. ”

Bayan said: "Everyone is in the same vein of Buddhism, and today's things are also a last resort, in short, you and I will do our best." This move was instructed by the Living Buddha, not out of intention, and although it was clear that no effort was spared, it did not care about the number of victories and defeats.

Kong Yuan said: "What you said makes sense, but the old man has another request." ”

Bayan said: "You say, if I do my best, I will never refuse." ”

Kong Yuan said: "If you win this battle, the old man should fulfill his promise." But if the old man is lucky enough to win a move and a half, please leave this Ma Shi Master behind, and no longer forcibly interfere in the grievances between the temple and the Shuramen. "Bayan just shielded Ma Jinjia, which has made him feel guilty.

Bayan pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I also have some friendship with that impermanent old man, if I win, I will take him away, if I lose, I can't take care of this matter." ”

Ma Jinjia was uneasy when he heard this, and he was looking forward to the victory of the Bayan Lama, and even gave birth to the heart that it was best to kill the old monk of Kongyuan under the palm of his hand. At this time, the figures on the courtyard wall flickered, and Kong Ming and Kong Jing jumped down and stood behind Kong Yuan.

After a while, three more faltering Shura disciples chased after them, and the rest must have been injured or restrained by the two old monks.