No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 51
"Pfft!"

Senior Brother Chen pulled out a long sword that looked like an autumn rainbow from behind.

He flicked the long sword contemptuously, and the crisp dragon chant sounded, making the long sword very extraordinary.

"Swinging Demon Sword Gang, cut!"

Brother Chen's mana concentrated on the sword body, making the long sword shine brightly. As he slashed hard, a crescent-shaped sword slash cut through the hard Qingtian stone floor tiles, and slashed hard at Yi Fan, whose glasses were wide open.

Yi Fan was even more puzzled at this moment, how could anyone know how to use his Tiangang Demon Sword?
That blind swordsman can do it, and senior brother Chen from Qingniu Temple can do it too. Could it be that our Shangqing Temple is really the first-class immortal sect in the world?

It's just a basic swordsmanship, but it's popular all over the world, and people who cultivate immortals are vying to practice it. Even Qingniu Temple, the dojo where I used to practice, knows this swordsmanship. It seems that my master's school is really unfathomable.

Dodging sideways, Yi Fan stared at Senior Brother Chen intently, intending to carefully comprehend the mystery of this sword technique.

"You despicable villain, don't hide if you have the guts!" Senior Brother Chen panted slightly.

He can be sent out to welcome guests, so his strength is naturally not weak, but it is a pity that he deliberately showed off in front of everyone just now. One style of Taoism and one style of swordsmanship are powerful, but his body skills are too fast, and he can't beat him at all. If he continues, he will have to It would be a shame to get tired first.

Fortunately, his swordsmanship is also good, it is better to fight close to the body, and it should not be a problem to take him down.

After making up his mind, senior brother Chen stepped on the sky and joined his sword together, only to see the shadows of people, Yi Fan could only hear the sound of hunting jackets, the sound of swords and countless figures around Yi Fan, and he couldn't see where senior brother Chen was at all. , where will attack a sword again.

Many young talents who came to participate in the conference couldn't help but be eye-opening. If they encountered this kind of terrifying agility in the exchange match, what kind of fireballs and talismans would they throw?People are afraid that they will stab themselves into a sieve in an instant.

"Qingniu Qingniu, first-class in the world!"

"Brother, brother, you are the best!"

"Hey, Tiangang steps on the second floor, coming and going like the wind!"

Yi Fan is all too familiar with him. He has the Nine-Level Dzogchen of Tiangang Steps, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his comprehension of this footwork is the best in the world.

After all, in the Dharma-ending era, it is rare to have the cultivation conditions of heavenly thunder and earth fire, and it requires great perseverance, great wisdom and great opportunity to cultivate.

So in terms of this footwork alone, everyone is like a younger brother in front of him.

"Hmph, you scum, are you confused? Are you dizzy? You can't find Bei. Today, Chen Dongcheng, a disciple of the inner sect of Qingniu Temple, acted on behalf of the heavens and killed Yifan here. All seniors will bear witness to this!"

"Scrub, brush, brush..."

For a moment, the countless figures seemed to strike out with swords at the same time. The countless sword shadows converged into a ball of silver light, which was dazzling under the sunlight. Many people watching secretly nodded in praise.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, the sword shadows all over the sky disappeared without a trace, and countless figures also disappeared suddenly. Only Chen Dongcheng was left empty-handed, staring at the long sword broken in two on the ground in a daze.

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

Many people in the crowd gasped.

This bald head was so terrifying.

"Shame on you, don't back down!"

The crowd of Qingniu Guan was divided into two, and a middle-aged man with a haughty face slowly walked out of it.

"It's Elder Ding Mian!"

"Is that Mangshan a little red?"

"Yes, it is said that no matter whether he kills or slays demons, there is only a little red between his eyebrows on his body."

"Yes, that bald head is dangerous now."

Ding Mian glanced coldly at Yi Fan, then looked at the two daggers on the ground, and scolded: "Young man doesn't talk about martial arts, he makes a sneak attack, and quickly destroys his dantian, he will be captured!"

"You Qingniu view are crazy, right? Who made a sneak attack."

Yi Fan was furious, and he wanted to hit and kill himself as soon as he came, no matter the fireball or the sword, the tricks were terrible, if he was not good at learning, he would have died several times already.

"Bold, dare to insult my teacher, even if the gods come, they can't save you, die!"

Ding Mian scratched at the sky, and out of nowhere, an extra sword appeared out of nowhere.

This sword is slender, and the blade is a bit like an Olympic fencing saber, with a red hilt and no guard.

Ding Mian didn't talk nonsense, his sword moves were simple, and he stabbed as soon as he held out the sword.

"So fast!"

Before everyone saw clearly, the rapier pierced Yi Fan's forehead impartially.

Ding Mian slowly withdrew his sword, his face sank like water, the sword clearly hit him, but he didn't see any redness, and it didn't feel right.

"Look at it!"

"My God, what kind of Taoism is this?"

"Mao Yao Technique, this thing has no magic power."

"Is it an afterimage?"

"No, what you said is not accurate, it is a shadow clone, the speed is extremely fast, leaving a shadow exactly like the real body."

Sure enough, in the astonished eyes of everyone, Yi Fan's shadow slowly dissipated and slowly disappeared.

This scene moved the unchanging expressions of the veteran Taoists and young people who were watching in the crowd.

An old Taoist priest who was sloppily dressed and had a dirty face, gnawed on a roasted chicken, saw this scene and bit off a piece of chicken hard.

The thin old man standing with his hands behind his back was full of murderous intent. No one within five meters of him was willing to come close. At this moment, his murderous intent increased sharply, causing a commotion in the crowd.

There is also a beautiful Taoist nun with twinkling eyes, a handsome young man who seems to be smiling but not a smile, a middle-aged swordsman whistling with his sword, a young girl giggling, a burly young man showing disdain, and a long-legged girl. . . . . .

"you?"

Ding Mian is famous for his speed, but now he is faster than him by a bald young man, with so many comrades and seniors witnessing him, how did he get off the stage.

"No wonder he was named and wanted by Senior Blind. It seems that he has some skills. Come and call someone to encircle and suppress the devil." Ding Mian knew very well that his speed is so fast that he can make a shadow clone, which is not like him at all. The elders of the outer sect can compare, instead of wasting their lives in vain, it is better to suppress people together, how many points can be divided, isn't it?

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a chicken bone slowly drew a beautiful parabola, and hit Ding's reluctant face with great precision. The latter screamed, and his bun was scattered, and there were even more bruises on his face. A red mark.

Ding Mian was furious: "Who dares to sneak attack your grandfather, get out of here... woo woo."

At this moment, no one could see clearly, there was half an incomplete chicken leg in Ding Mian's mouth.

"Bah bah, it's so salty, so salty!"

Ding Mian almost choked to death and finally vomited out the chicken legs. He picked up his sword and looked around for the thief who dared to play tricks on him in front of his mountain gate.

But at a glance, there are quite a few Taoists of various sects densely packed around, but the one who eats chicken is the old Taoist who looks like a beggar, but he can't afford to provoke this person no matter what.

"God, Senior God Beggar?"

Ding Mian bowed his waist and asked cautiously with a smile on his face.

"what?"

The old beggar gnawed so much that his mouth was full of oil, and he was reluctant to talk to him.

"Dare to ask senior, this chicken leg?"

"I threw it, do you have an opinion?"

"Ah, I don't dare, it's just that the junior is catching the devil, so it's probably inappropriate for the senior to intervene like this." Ding Mian said with a sad face.

"If you don't agree with your sister, I will beat you. If you don't accept it, let the old master Qingniu come to me, cut it."

The god beggar gave him a blank look.

"Senior, how can I trouble the sect master to take care of such a trivial matter, I will ask someone to catch it." Ding Mian secretly groaned, if the sect master knew that he was having trouble with the god beggar, no matter who was right or who was wrong, he would definitely be fine no.

"Just you guys? Hehe, go, go, old man, I haven't been to a theater for a long time, but today is a lot of fun." The god beggar was suddenly very interested, sat down on the ground, and took out a bottle of milk from his arms. Lan Shan came and gulped several mouthfuls.

(End of this chapter)