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Sword God Appears
The Shaolin Temple is located at the foot of the Shaosi Mountain. At this moment, there are more than a dozen arenas for competition. Basically, every martial arts in the martial arts has people coming to participate. Some people know that their strength is not enough and want to learn more. The battle between them also has a certain improvement and insight for themselves.

The disciples of the Shaolin Temple’s Law Enforcement Hall maintain order with law enforcement sticks. If someone makes trouble, they will take action. If there is a problem that cannot be solved, the elder monks of the Shaolin Temple will take action. Dare to make times.

"Brother Abbot, this Qiao Feng killed Junior Brother Xuan Ku and committed monstrous deeds in Juxian Village, yet he still dares to attend the martial arts conference, do you want us now?" A monk of the Xuan character stood beside Abbot Xuanci whispered quietly.

Xuanci shook his head, "A lot of things are still unclear, not necessarily what Qiao Feng did, and anyone can participate in the martial arts conference. If we do it at this time, won't we make the world's heroes ridiculed?"

"Okay." Seeing that the abbot had already said that, the senior monk of the Xuanzi generation didn't say any more.

"Amitabha" Xuanci performed a Buddhist ritual.

Although there are many arenas, there are a few arenas that have the most people gathered around them because they have the most exciting matches!

The people on the stage were confronting each other, and the melon eaters under the stage were also having a heated discussion.

"Look, Daoist Master Xu of Qingfengjian has come to participate in this conference."

"Who is that person across from him? How come you've never seen it before?"

"He is the sword god Zhuo Bufan. It is said that he has never lost in a sword competition with others, but he lost to a young man in an inn in Jiangnan, Suzhou a few days ago"

"Sword God? Lost to a young man? I think this is a name he boasted about. How could a Sword God lose to a young man?" The man shook his head with a very disappointed expression.

About [-]% of the people around the ring support Qingfengjian Daoist Xu, because he has been obsessed with kendo for more than [-] years. No one in the martial arts does not admire him, and he is a long-established figure.

Although Zhuo Bufan was named Sword God by good people, his reputation has only spread among martial arts people in the past two years, and it is far less loud than Qingfengjian.

Coupled with the news that Zhuo Bufan was defeated by a young man a month ago, his reputation as a sword god went from bad to worse, and he never appeared in the martial arts again this month. People said that he lost because he lost. Retired from the arena, but did not expect to appear again at the martial arts conference.

What they didn't know was that Zhuo Bufan came to this martial arts conference today just to wait for one person.

"Your name is Sword God? Young people, aren't you afraid of the wind flashing your tongue?" The long white beard in the Taoist robe reached to his chest, carrying a sword on his back, looking like a fairy.

"This name is not my self-proclaimed name. Besides, what is my name, what is it with you?" Zhuo Bufan looked at Daochang Xu with disdain, ignoring him at all.

"I hope your swordsmanship can be as hard as your mouth." Xu Daochang frowned and pulled out the sword and held it in his hand.

"Huh" Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly and said nothing.

"I announce the start of the game." An old monk next to the ring is the referee of the ring. Seeing that the two of them have finished speaking, he is ready to announce the start of the game.

As soon as he finished speaking, Daoist Xu was about to subdue his opponent within three moves of Qingfeng swordsmanship, which he is best at, and then shocked the audience.

But before he could use the sword, he felt a chill on his neck.

The crowd that had been noisy all quieted down.

Zhuo Bufan held a three-foot long sword and stuck it to Xu Daochang's neck. A shallow wound was drawn on his neck, and the donated blood fell drop by drop, wetting his shoulders.

"Dare to ask Zhang, I wonder if my swordsmanship is tough enough?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a sneer.

Xu Daochang swallowed, and people could clearly see the ups and downs of his throat. He was afraid that Zhuo Bufan would kill him directly with a sword. Although the martial arts conference was not allowed to kill the enemy, it was not without precedent.

The referee monk was also stunned for a while. He didn't expect the battle to end so quickly. One was the Sword God and the other was the Qingfeng Sword.

But now it only took one round

a sword

"I declare, Zhuo Bufan wins," the old monk hurriedly announced.

Zhuo Bufan withdrew the long sword, carefully wiped off the blood on it with the hem of his clothes, and then jumped off the ring.

"Brother, good swordsmanship," Qiao Feng said with fists clasped in both hands. After his own game, he had been watching from the audience, just in time to see Zhuo Bufan's lightning-fast sword.

"Don't dare, let Brother Qiao Feng laugh." Zhuo Bufan saw that the person who came was Qiao Feng, and hurriedly clenched his fists in return, not only because he was called Qiao Feng, but also because he was that person's eldest brother.

"Okay, I didn't expect that there are still people who dare to call me brothers and sisters. I'll definitely treat you to a drink another day." Qiao Feng patted Zhuo Bufan on the shoulder.

"By the way, what about your brother?" Zhuo Bufan asked. He has been at the Shaolin Temple for a long time, and he has played a few games, but he has not found Chen Ziang.

"You mean Chen Zi'ang, Brother Chen?" Qiao Feng asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, it's him"

"I'm also surprised. If he came to the martial arts conference first, he would definitely be him. Maybe something important was delayed?" Qiao Feng thought that Chen Zi'ang would also come to the martial arts conference, but after arriving, he found out that he didn't come at all. .

Zhuo Bufan sighed lightly when he heard the words, showing no interest at all.

In the dense forest fifty kilometers away from Shaoshi Mountain, Su Yan was running wildly with his hooves, but his speed was more than half slower than before.

Chen Zi'ang patted its neck and said, "You color embryo, you know how to play with a female beast! I said how did you hear a strange sound in the middle of the night last night?"

According to his original estimate, he had already arrived at the Shaolin Temple early, because of the delay of time.

Last night, Chen Ziang didn't take Su Yan back into the third space, but let him spend the night outside. After all, staying in the third space all the time Su Yan was also boring, but he didn't expect that this was the bad thing.

Last night, Suanni went to the dense forest next door and killed more than a dozen doe. They fought from night to dawn, all night long!

As a result, the speed of running today is not as good as before, because the hoofs are soft, and there is no energy to run.

"Boss, it's easy for you to be number one in the martial arts anyway, and there's no need to compete with those scumbags on the same stage," Su Yanpei said with a smile.

Chen Zi'ang shook his head, although what Su Yan said was also reasonable, but he won the first place in Huashan Lunjian in The Legend of Condor Heroes, and also won the first place in the real martial arts conference. The first one always feels a little unreasonable, and will feel a little regretful.

"Forget it, let me do it myself." Chen Ziang put away the scorpion, carried Wang Yuyan up and carried Ti Yunzong towards the Shaolin Temple.

Now it is not far from the Shaolin Temple, so it will not be too tired.

There is a poem saying: Wudang ladder is vertical, walking is so easy!

(End of this chapter)