And the next thing that attracts the most attention is the fighting method of the apprentice and grandchildren. This is also what the viewers are most looking forward to, and it is unknown how many people can listen to the battle of tongues, but what the eyes see will be impressive, and it is the battle between the two young disciples.

After the disciples cleaned up the middle of the hall, the representatives of the two sides appeared together, and the three disciples who fought on behalf of the Xuanjian Sect were Han Lie, Han Qiu, Han Feng, and the three disciples of Fazhao Temple were Lu Yuan, Lu Tong, and Lu Guang, all three of whom were the top three figures in the sect. The first battle was Hanfeng's battle against Lu Yuan, and the two of them had been getting started for more than a year.

When it was time to fight, Jing Wujie, Zhao Fugui and others also ran back, squeezing into the crowd to see how the high-profile battle went. And he also saw Ma Hu and Xiao Liu in the crowd, but it was not good to squeeze over again, so he had to say hello from afar, Ma Hu and Xiao Liu also responded after seeing it, and everyone was crowded in the crowd to watch the fight that was about to start.

This Lu Yuan learned from the monk Jinglin, the same body type, white and fat, the appearance is similar, kind eyebrows and good intentions, slowly walked up to the stage and took out a wooden fish, sang a Buddha horn and then beat the wooden fish, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, ignoring the outside world.

Han Feng jumped lightly and also came to the stage, his body was like a swallow in the clouds, extremely light, attracting everyone to applaud. After he gave a salute, Na Lu Yuan still only cared about chanting the scriptures, and there was no movement for a long time, so Han Feng pulled out a sword flower and shook out a sword move.

With a soft snort, "Offended!"

The sword went from slow to fast, and the sword light was scattered like a shock, and everyone who was shaking couldn't open their eyes, and the eyes of the little monk Lu Yuanxiao were always closed, but they were not affected much.

His swordsmanship is as good as the true biography of Hao Song Daochang, a quick word to summarize everything, in the blink of an eye, he has already brushed out a few moves, the moves are sharp, and the sword shadow is sufficient,

And this Lu Yuan, who practiced the kung fu of the Golden Bell Jar, faced with the sword moves that changed several times, only defended but did not attack, and defused Han Feng's ferocious offensive with static braking. And the wooden fish is not an ordinary thing, it is made of tortoise shell, and it emits a golden light between the blows, which increases the defense of the golden bell jar.

That's not all, after resisting a few sword qi exercises, he took out chimes, bells and other magic weapons from the monk's robe, and the rosary around his neck was also thrown out, these objects were shining, hovering in the air, and they were all treasure magic weapons, resisting the fierce sword qi.

"Are you going to fight or not?" Facing the monk Lu Guang who stood there like a mountain, Han Feng, who had attacked several times without success, saw that the magic weapon was taken out as if he didn't want money, and he began to be a little annoyed.

"Amitabha! This Taoist brother is impatient, we are comparing Taoism and Buddhism, your sword is not bad, is the sword also a kind of magic?" Lu Guang said calmly, there is nothing wrong with this sentence, it also takes mana to be able to urge the magic weapon, and the more magic weapons you urge, the more mana you need.

"The sword has skills, and there is also the Tao! I'm afraid of hurting you with the Tao!" Han Feng took a few steps back, no longer making a move, but pinching the trick and reciting a mantra, the Qingfeng sword began to roar, one turned into two, then into three, and three into nine, and lined up in front of Han Feng, "Dao is born of one, one life is two, two is born of three, and three is born of all things! Dao is a sword formation! See if you can break your golden bell jar!" As soon as these nine swords came out, the cold air in the hall was even worse, and the north wind that could not blow in outside seemed to be pulled by the sword qi, mixed with heavy snow and whistling into the main hall.

The sword qi and cold qi swept Lu Yuan, his face changed, although the previous sword qi could not hurt him at all, but now this sword array is not trivial, the number has changed, the sword qi has multiplied, it is impossible to prevent it, and urging these magic weapons to resist also greatly consumes Lu Yuan's mana, and for a while, one attack and one defense have reached a stalemate.

Master Mingyu also squinted his eyes and watched the sword change into a sword formation, and sighed to Jing Lin, a disciple beside him, "At a young age, you can actually get the true inheritance of Ling Cang's master, although there are only nine swords, but the momentum is already amazing! But the sword is a killing weapon, although the golden bell jar of Lu Yuan has been truly transmitted, and there are several magic weapons by his side, but in the face of a killing weapon, he can't have no corresponding thing, give him the demon pestle!"

Hearing this, Jing Lin folded his hands and said yes, then threw an object to Lu Yuan, "Catch the magic pestle!"

Lu Yuan saw the flying demon pestle, jumped up and caught it, this Lu Yuan monk is huge, but his skills are very flexible, like the wings of the peng after taking over the demon pestle about five feet long, waving the tiger and tiger, and then when the demon pestle stood in front of him, the whole hall shook with it, it seems that the weight of this weapon is very heavy.

Golden bell jar, wooden fish, prayer beads, plus the demon pestle, Lu Yuan recited the sutra and cast the blessing, "Amitabha!

Everyone also understood that there were a lot of treasures on this little monk's body, which were used for defense before, but now that this demon pestle is in hand, the attack power has risen all of a sudden.

And at present, the little Taoist of Hanfeng is a sword and this conjured sword array, and the people on the field are not only competing, but also the competition of teachers, net worth, and magic weapons.

Monk Lu Yuan had been defending with magic weapons before, and he had already been ridiculed by others, so the big turtle shrank and did not attack, but now after the demon pestle was in his hand, he changed his defensive posture and pounced on Han Feng with an attack full of power.

If Han Feng's sword is like a dragon's roar, the far away demon pestle is like a tiger's roar, and such a hard-hitting style of play also makes everyone shout exciting, so it is worth seeing.

On the one hand, it shows speed, and on the other hand, it reflects strength, after more than a hundred rounds, Han Feng was defeated, it turned out to be physically exhausted, there were many magic weapons in the distance, the offensive was all wide open and closed, and the endurance was long-lasting, and he was eager to win, and Han Feng, who was known for his speed, was sweating profusely, and finally the follow-up was weak, and the long sword was out of his hand.

"Amitabha, I heard that Brother Dao is the first new disciple of the Xuanjian Sect, but that's it!" After Lu Yuan took back a bunch of magic weapons, he didn't forget to add a sentence to find the field on behalf of his master.

"Don't you just rely on a lot of magic weapons?!" Han Feng said unconvinced.

"Amitabha, being able to master many magic weapons is also a skill, just like Brother Dao, your sword, is it one or nine? If there are more than nine swords, twenty-seven, or eighty-one, or you can fly swordsmanship, then the little monk will lose!"