The two hands touched each other, and with a muffled sound, Wei Yang's shoulders shook, and Zixia's magical power immediately dispelled the superb internal strength of the Shaolin monk, and at the same time, there was almost no Prajna Zen Palm to hurt the body - the repair was too fast and there was no chance for alien true energy to rage - this gave Wei Yang the advantage of attack in the blink of an eye. He held the sword in both hands and slashed his head. When the sword reached mid-air, his wrist trembled and turned to ask for a click. The three-inch light suddenly appeared on the sword's edge, like a firefly.

Master Fang Sheng ran away in horror.

This time, even Master Fang Zheng was a little strange.

What to run?

"Young Master Wei, you, you are not Zixia's magical skill." Master Fang Sheng held the sword and was surprised.

The close distance could be seen that his long sword seemed to be dipped in water for a moment, and quickly took it out and was frozen, then put it in the sun, and exposed to the sun. Water droplets rolled on the sword edge, and a layer of cold air was wrapped on the blade. What's going on?

"No, this is Zixia magical skill, but the temperature on the sword is higher than the temperature outside the sword, so a temperature difference is formed." Wei Yang's sword was wiping another stroke. Master Fang Sheng started to resist with a closed move. With a sound, a icy droplet appeared on the sword again.

Master Fang Sheng's heart was at peace.

It's really not a strange martial arts.

How could he know that Wei Yang can now condense the true qi of the most yin and cold and the true qi of the most pure and yang, and use sword moves this time, but this time it is useless.

Master Fang Sheng backed two more.

The heroes were in an uproar.

They didn't know whether the two of them in the field were not exerting their full strength during the temptation stage. They only saw Master Fang Sheng's golden light as smoke and clouds, waving the wind and thunder in his hand and retreating step by step, as if they were suppressed and pursued by Wei Yang.

"I clearly didn't see how fierce the battle was. Even if Master Wei's martial arts skills were high, he probably couldn't be too high. Then the martial arts skills of Master Shaolin..." Some people began to suspect that Shaolin's top masters came.

At this moment, Master Fang Zheng added another handful of firewood.

He stood up and shouted, "Junior Brother Fang Sheng, Wei Shaoxia is so skilled, I still need to do my best to deal with it. If you don't use your ten success powers, I am afraid that the face of Shaolin Prajna Hall and Bodhidharma Hall will be lost in one go. You and my brothers are very young. Shaolin Temple has a thousand-year-old temple that has ended up with a 'proud and complacent' and we will have to apologize for death!!"

"Yes, senior brother." Master Fang Sheng pondered for a moment, and said in a glance at Wei Yang, "You and I are almost the same internal strength. I am not inferior to you. How about the sword technique?"

It's indeed a group of ruthless people.

Wei Yang exclaimed in his heart: "The people who are willing to turn themselves into bald are just like women who dare to wear high heels for beauty. They are all cruel people who cannot afford to offend. For the sake of the interests of our sect today, this old monk is willing to take the initiative to put his martial arts below us. It seems that Master Fang Zheng will not take action!"

The reason is very simple. The Shaolin Pi must have someone who can openly conquer the place.

Master Fang Sheng can be defeated, but as long as Master Fang Zheng does not take action, he dare not think that the Shaolin Sect is not masterful. Instead, he can only think that Wei Yang's martial arts are too high and even the Shaolin Sect master can surpass him. "It's probably weaker than Master Fang Zheng." Thinking of this, Wei Yang has a face, and it's a huge face, and even a dignified open conspiracy to kill him. What has the Shaolin Sect lost?

They lost nothing.

Master Fang Sheng is just seeking truth from facts. What losses can they have?

On the contrary, I, some of the monks from the Shaolin Sect, are indeed...

"It is easy to break the thief in the mountains, but it is difficult to break the thief in the heart. It's just a pity. Where can I get the thief in my heart be praised?" Wei Yang thought so in his heart, and he also stepped back three or five steps, pointed his sword and raised his sword. He knew that Master Fang Sheng would not fight him for a long time, and they would transfer the greatest pressure of the competition to Zuo Lengchan.

So, does the Zuo Alliance Leader understand?

Zuo Lengchan knows everything, but he has no choice!

Two long swords, like ice water, tangled together without any signs. The two heroes looked at the fleshy palms that were not as powerful as before and collided heavily, making a dull and soft sound.

"...This guy, so those two fights just now were not head-on. They are rare masters in the world. Therefore, there must be a need to quickly fill their own flaws after a thunder strike. However, their techniques are extremely clever, and dozens of changes are hidden in the sword technique. However, we have low eyes, so we can't see the exquisiteness." Ren Yingying whispered.

Several men next to him bowed and said, "Thank you little brother. You can see these things. You are much smarter than us."

"I dare not, watch the competition, I will use my real skills this time." Ren Yingying pointed her delicate jaw at the battle circle and didn't want to say more.

The reason is very simple. She knew in her heart that "good and evil are incompatible, and black and white are incompatible". This time she went down the mountain and saw that many of the men in the world are people who are mixed with black and white. They don't care about good and evil, black and white, and they are quite cute, which greatly affects her three views.

"Why are you worse than before?" The heroes were puzzled. There was a man in his thirties who held a southern Shaanxi accent and turned his head to ask Ren Yingying, "Why don't they really fight this girl?"

Ren Yingying was stunned.

It is said that Guanzhong has a cold baby, but why is there a 250-year-old man in southern Shaanxi?

"I'm in the lower class, my martial arts are really low-level. I can't understand the ways of these masters. Please forgive me, my girl." The man smiled.

Ren Yingying thought about it and smiled with her lips pursed and said, "I don't understand it either, but it probably was they who have tried each other just now and both know the details of each other. Therefore, in order to avoid the two heroes' fighting and getting hurt, we will only compete in swordsmanship."

"No," I don't know when Aunt Ye got closer and said with a chuckling, "Hello, Mr. Wen, the judge of southern Shaanxi, who is famous for the world."

Wen Xianqi nodded: "It turns out it's Aunt Ye, and that little fame is worth mentioning."

"Auntie, why are you here?" Ren Yingying said in surprise.

Wen Xianqi was stunned. The little girl looked so happy. Although she was dressed in men's clothes, she was as beautiful as her daughter. She was very beautiful and beautiful. Just now, he heard the little girl whispering to the few people around her that it was thrilling. She also knew that although her martial arts skills were not very clever, her vision was first-class. Therefore, she thought of her daughter who often lie on the kang and was unwilling to get up. She had to practice martial arts several times every day before she was willing to go out. Therefore, she felt that the little girl was very close and cute.

But her extremely standard Mandarin language should be a woman from the capital or the capital. How could such a person be very close to Aunt Ye?

"Is it the Demon Cult?" Mr. Wen was shocked and persuaded, "Miss, you have a great experience and are very impressed. But you should learn more from Senior Ye. Don't fall into the Demonic Way. It's useless to waste your good roots that are created like this."

Ren Yingying felt angry, but she was not the saint who was shocked and scared by the heroes of the Demon Sect. She had seen so many heroes in the world and had her own opinions in her heart.

She looked at Mr. Wen carefully and saw that he looked very sincere and had many words of encouragement. She didn't know what was wrong, which made her think of her mother. When she was there, she often advised her not to "take a detour".

"Hey, whether it is the righteous path or the Demon Sect, aren't they all humans?" She thought of her parents coming. Aren't the two of them the leader of the Demon Sect and the daughter of ordinary people in the world? She immediately sighed and bowed to thank him, "Uncle, I appreciate your kindness, but..."

"I also have a cute daughter, very cute," said Wen Xianqi. "If there are major changes in the past three thousand years, it is the moment when you are a good student to learn how to be a human being. Senior Ye and the others are also brave enough to retreat. Are you free and easy now? Little girl, you generation, don't just know how to fight and kill. People have millions of ways to live, and peace and health are the best way to live."

Ren Yingying remembered the internal strife of the Divine Cult over the years, and she couldn't help but feel sad and no longer had many thoughts.

"Well, what you said is very, I will care," Ren Yingying nodded, "Please give her a greeting to your daughter," and said as she looked for it, she took out a jade sword, thought for a while, and stuffed it over, "Just say, there is a little girl I don't know, I will give her a fun item, I wish her peace and happiness and a worry-free life."

Mr. Wen did not refuse, and bowed to thank him after putting it away. He smiled and walked to the side, and pulled aside a few people next to him. "Good kid, I need to learn more from your mother. She is an amazing woman. None of the people in our God Cult doesn't admire her." Aunt Ye touched Ren Yingying's head and smiled, "Okay, you have grown up, it's great."

Ren Yingying's chest was turbulent, but she quickly suppressed the excitement.

She knew that Aunt Ye’s life is hard-won now.

She can't destroy it.

After all, this is the elder who has hugged her since childhood.

Aunt Ye whispered, "Don't run around, Dongfang Bubai is very nice to you, so stay on the Heimu Cliff. Xiang Wentian is asking about your father's whereabouts, and we are also asking about it. Wei Yang said that your father may not be willing to go back to the world now. We probably should know the whereabouts of the leader Ren. With our persuasion, Ren will naturally come back after seeing through the power struggle. At that time, then... Alas, these things cannot be managed by you, a child, and you will suffer for the years."

"I'm afraid it's difficult," Ren Yingying smiled bitterly. "I know very well that Dad's nature is willing to retreat bravely. Now the emperor is thinking of ways to entrust his son to the world. If Wei Yang's ideas can be realized in the Central Plains, the prestige of the court and the hearts of the people in the world will definitely be as solid as a devil. Since this is the case, the Divine Cult is probably... At this time, the Divine Cult is gathered in the Divine Cult, who are not good at production and are only concerned about bravery and cruelty. He originally urged the Divine Cult to go to the foot of the mountain as soon as possible. If he wanted to forcibly go against the will of heaven and change his fate, he would have to work in vain. If Dad could not see through the general trend of the world and did not break the so-called ideals of the Divine Cult in his heart, he might still think of a way to fight for such a fight."

Aunt Ye was overjoyed and then shocked.

This child, how could this child be so smart?

"When my father re-entered the world, the people in the world will be calm, and the God Cult will go through another cleanup. At that time, even the brave man will be disloyal. If my father's irritable temperament does not change, then I am afraid that he will be enemies with the people in the world. With one's own heart, how can he compete with the people in the world?" Ren Yingying sighed, "Auntie, Uncle Dongfang has also seen through things, but my father cannot see through them. At that time, the situation may become more difficult to deal with."

She looked extremely bright and her voice seemed to be like a Gu Huangli, but she was talking about the truth that such an old senior could not see through. Not to mention Aunt Ye, even Xiang Wentian, who was following her, looked at him with admiration.
Chapter completed!