I have a role in the heavens

Ji Boyi silently looked at the activities around him. After walking for a while, he looked up and saw a restaurant not far away. The decoration was simple and dated. There was a plaque hanging above the door of the restaurant with three big characters written on it, Huiyanlou. .

"This is it!"

Ji Boyi did not come to attend Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin hand-washing conference. The purpose of his trip was to return to Yanlou, or to return to someone in Yanlou.

A cold light flashed in Ji Boyi's eyes, and he felt the smells in the restaurant. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a sneer bloomed. He clasped his hands together, chanted Amitabha softly, and walked into the restaurant.

Ji Boyi did not stop in the lobby on the first floor. He went straight to the second floor and found a corner by the window to sit down. He glanced at the whole place and took in all the scenes.

The most eye-catching thing on the second floor is a table in the center. There are three people sitting at this time. A handsome little nun with a gentle face, pure eyes, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, seemingly infinite sadness, and another There are young men with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, thin lips, free and easy temperament, and a bohemian temperament. There is also a middle-aged man in his thirties who has a dignified appearance, but there is a trace of evil between his eyebrows, his eyes are sharp, and there is an edge in his body. There was a short knife in his hand, with a faint dark red color, which was the trace left after the human blood dried up.

Not far away, there is a table, with an old man and a young man sitting next to it. The girl is dressed in aqua clothes, with skin like snow and bright black eyes. She gives people a weird feeling when she turns, while the old man has thin cheeks. , looks old, but has a calm temperament. These two people are Qu Yang's grandfather and grandson.

There is a table at the other end, and a fat-headed and big-eared monk is sitting here alone, with a shiny face and a big mouthful of food. There is all kinds of chicken, duck and fish on the table. He is actually a meat-and-wine monk. He does not pay attention to any Buddhist precepts. This person is It is a monk who does not abstain.

Ji Boyi had a panoramic view of all this, and the identities of these people were reflected in his mind. The small Huiyan Tower was filled with so many famous characters today. These people all have their own roles in the world. The identity is very extraordinary.

Ji Boyi ordered a table of meals, which were all vegetarian, and there was no wine, only a pot of tea. After all, he now bears the name of the Shaolin Abbot's disciple, and it is difficult to break the precepts in public, and he needs to worry about the reputation of the Shaolin Temple.

Ji Boyi raised the tea cup, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, staring calmly at the little nun with a gentle face and pure eyes. This was his biological sister, Yi Lin. When the bandits entered the city, their family got separated. , he has already seen Dongfang Bubai, but he has never seen this sister. He came today just for Yi Lin.

Suddenly, a loud shout broke the tranquility of the restaurant. A young Taoist rushed out from the side. With a swish sound, he drew out the sword from his waist. He stepped forward and came to the middle-aged man. He shouted loudly.

"Are you the thief Tian Boguang?"

When the young Taoist spoke, he pointed the sword in his hand at the middle-aged man, with an extremely cautious expression on his face, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

The middle-aged man was dressed in yellow, with a short knife in his hand. He had a few black beards on his lips, but he had some appearance. He glanced at the young Taoist and let out a sarcastic sneer. His eyes were as sharp as a sword.

"I am Tian Boguang, what do you want me to do?"

"It's okay if you are Tian Boguang. You are a lecherous thief, and everyone in the martial arts world will kill you! Suffer death!"

This young Taoist is a disciple of Taoist Tiansong of the Taishan Sect. His name is Chi Baicheng. This time he saw Tian Boguang on Yanlou. He immediately wanted to kill the adulterer and act chivalrously. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword With a flicker, the green light stabbed toward Tian Boguang's chest in a gentle twist.

This sword technique is exactly the sword technique of Taishan Sect, called Taishan Eighteen Pans. It is circuitous and subtle, and with one thrust of the sword, Chi Baicheng has also shown a good sword technique.

Tian Boguang watched the sword strike with a playful look in his eyes, as if he didn't notice it at all.

The moment Chi Baicheng felt excited and felt that he could kill this lewd thief. A short knife came out of thin air, like a flash of light, and slashed with a whoosh. The speed of this knife was incredibly fast, and only the shadow could be seen but not the blade.

"Ding!"

"Pfft!"

Two weird sounds echoed in the second floor. Chi Baicheng staggered back, his chest was covered in blood, and the gurgling blood was still flowing out. His face was pale, and he looked at Tian Boguang with horror. The long sword in his hand had fallen. The ground was severely damaged in one move.

When the unruly young man next to the middle-aged man saw this, he quickly grabbed the long sword on the table and was about to stop Tian Boguang.

"Why do you want to take action? You are no match for me. Just think clearly!"

Tian Boguang turned his eyes and looked at this young man with a free and easy temperament, with a faint smile on his face. If he hadn't found this person interesting, he would have killed him long ago. How could he have been entangled with him for so long.

"Brother Tian's Thirteen Movements of Flying Sand and Rocks are as fast as lightning and as fast as the wind. They are also famous in the world. I am indeed no match for you, but I have a unique skill, which is to fight while sitting. It can be said to be the best in the world. second!"

This young man is Linghu Chong, the great disciple of the Huashan Sect. He is a bohemian prodigal and a born swordsman, but he is not a qualified disciple. He likes to cause trouble, is promiscuous, and is heartless.

When Tian Boguang heard what Linghu Chong said, he was indeed very interested. He looked away at Chi Baicheng and asked curiously.

"You are sitting here and playing second place in the world, then who is the best in the world?"

"Of course he's the tutor!"

Linghu Chong said matter-of-factly, with a cynical look on his face. He held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand without letting go. He was obviously very afraid of Tian Boguang.

"Isn't the gentleman Jian Yue a group of people?"

A hint of fear flashed in Tian Boguang's eyes. The reason why he was willing to tangle with Linghu Chong was also because Linghu Chong was a great disciple of the Huashan Sect. If he killed him, Yue Buqun would definitely fight him to the death. He had been a free man in the world for more than ten years. The flower-picking thief, he knows who can be provoked and who cannot be messed with.

If Tian Boguang killed Linghu Chong, the next generation heir to the head of the Huashan sect, he would definitely be hunted and hunted to death. He did not want to provoke Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan sect.

"You said that you are second best in the world in sitting down, but I don't believe you!"

Tian Boguang didn't mind playing with Linghu Chong to pass the time, and spoke with a bit of arrogance on his face.

"Brother Tian can give it a try, but neither of us can lift our butts off the stool, otherwise we will lose. What do you think?"

Linghu Chong was clever and smart. He knew that Tian Boguang's Thirteen Movements of Flying Sand and Walking Stones needed to be combined with exquisite light skills to exert their maximum power, so he made this request to limit Tian Boguang's sword skills, hoping to defeat Tian Boguang with this method.

"If you don't get up, you are no match for me!"

Tian Boguang's smile was full of confidence. His cultivation had reached the level of a first-class master. His cultivation was not inferior to that of the head of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. He completely ignored Linghu Chong, a newbie. Even if he could not perform Qing Gong, he could still perform it stably. Linghu Chong is in charge.

Linghu Chong naturally knew this, but the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. He could only entangle Tian Boguang as much as possible to delay time. Hengyang City was now full of righteous people, and maybe some seniors would take action.

Linghu Chong's expression was solemn, and he thrust out the long sword in his hand. He was using Xiyi's sword technique. Cold light burst out, thunder exploded, and the sword energy whizzed, gradually disappearing, and it stabbed Tian Boguang with a powerful edge.

Tian Boguang's eyes lit up slightly. He didn't expect Linghu Chong's sword skills to be so exquisite. He slashed out with the short sword in his hand, flying sand and rocks. The sword's light was hazy and as fast as lightning. He slashed directly at Linghu Chong's wrist, attacking him and saving him. He ignored Xiyi's sword skills. Exquisite moves, a style of fighting that will lead to death together.

Linghu Chong was just starting out. He was inexperienced and weak in courage. He did not dare to fight Tian Boguang. He retracted the long sword in his hand and took the initiative to change his moves. The cold light flashed and the wonder of Huashan's swordsmanship was fully displayed. The tip of the sword pierced the side of the short sword.

Tian Boguang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, flipped his wrist, and the path of the short sword suddenly changed. The sword technique was extremely exquisite and the sharp edge was unparalleled. It left a wound directly on Linghu Chong's arm. Blood flowed across it and stained his sleeves red.

Linghu Chong's face twitched slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand changed again. A wisp of sword light rose up, strange and charming, full of phantoms, and incredibly fast. The sword light in his hand was almost difficult to see clearly, but A ball of light and shadow, and countless swords shot out in an instant. Each sword had a strange angle and was cruel and deadly.

The short knife in Tian Boguang's hand was like electricity, with a stabbing sound, it cut through the air, and there were bursts of air explosion sounds, just like cutting silk threads. Duotou slashed at Linghu Chong, striking thirteen times in a row, the swords were fierce, fast, and dense. Murderous aura swept over him, and there was a faint smell of blood. Tian Boguang's sword technique was extremely killing, and it was obvious that many people died under his sword.

This fight made Huiyan Tower suddenly look extremely dangerous, with cold murderous intent overflowing, layers of swords, swords, and breaths of energy, and deep marks on the floor and walls.

The short sword in Tian Boguang's hand was like a shadow, surrounding Linghu Chong, and the wisps of sword light kept stabbing towards the center, one sword after another, the cold light was bright, and the speed was unimaginable.

And Linghu Chong was worthy of being a disciple of Huashan. His swordsmanship was very exquisite. He was covered in a layer of silver light curtain, like a big egg. He shrank up. Unfortunately, he still only had the power to parry, but not the ability to fight back.

"Linghu Chong, although your swordsmanship is good, your internal strength is too poor. Even if you defend with all your strength, how long can you withstand it?"

Tian Boguang sneered and activated his internal energy. On the short sword, half a foot of green light appeared hesitantly. With a stab, it directly cut through the silver sword curtain. With a muffled sound, Linghu Chong's chest revealed a ball of blood red, and a long A long wound was made.

Linghu Chong's face turned pale and he kept vomiting blood in his mouth. Although the knife just made a scar on his chest, Tian Boguang's knife contained condensed and sharp sword energy and had already entered his internal organs, causing him to be seriously injured immediately. , Vomiting blood at the mouth should also be the case.

"It seems that your kung fu while sitting is not very good. If you are second in the world, wouldn't I be the best in the world?"

Tian Boguang put the dagger on the table and did not take any further action. He did not want to directly kill Linghu Chong and provoke the Huashan faction. Yue Buqun was not easy to mess with, because he was even more powerful than him. In addition, Ning Zhongze, the husband and wife were of the same mind. The two swords combined could threaten his life.

"You are far behind my master. Even if you beat me, you will only be second in the world!"

Linghu Chong had a tough mouth. Even though he was severely injured, he still refused to give in. He lifted Yue Buqun very high and looked at Tian Boguang with disdain.

Tian Boguang was not annoyed. He was just a flower-picking thief, not a hero. He didn't care so much about his reputation. He just chuckled, picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp. He looked very bold, and then poured the wine glass heavily. He put it down with a loud noise, looked at Yilin who looked worried across the way, and said with a smile.

"Whatever you say, if you lose, I'm going to enjoy this little nun!"

Yilin looked weak and innocent, looking at Linghu Chong with worry. When she heard this, her weak body trembled slightly, and she was a little afraid of Tian Boguang.

At this moment, Ji Boyi stood up at the side and walked towards Tian Boguang. His eyes were bright and cold. He clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha!"

The sound of Zen was like a yellow bell, echoing on the second floor, causing everyone to look sideways. Monk Bujie put down the wine and meat in his hands, and Qu Yang also looked at him intently, with a solemn expression and a bit of fear.

Tian Boguang paused for a moment, then turned to look at Ji Boyi. When he saw this beautiful and feminine little monk with a male and female appearance, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said with a very dirty mouth.

"You're such a handsome little monk. It's a pity to become a monk. I don't know how many men like you, a prostitute like you. It's a pity that I don't have a manly style, otherwise I would really be tempted!!"

Hearing this, Ji Boyi felt even colder in his heart, a murderous intention arose in his heart, and he spoke slowly.

"Tian Boguang, remember, the young monk is Zhenjue, a disciple of Shaolin. When you go to hell to see the King of Hell today, don't forget to tell him that it was the young monk who killed you!"

Ji Boyi said this very slowly, almost every word, giving people a very serious feeling.

Tian Boguang's situation was about to come to an end, but he didn't notice the danger yet. He looked at Ji Boyi carelessly, held the short knife in his right hand again, and waved it gently. The cold light cut through the air, and he made a hissing sound. The blade was sharp and transparent. With a chill.

"You just saw my uncle's sword skills. Where do you get the confidence to kill me?!"

Tian Boguang is reluctant to conflict with Shaolin disciples. Shaolin Temple is a holy land of martial arts and is much more powerful than the Huashan Sect. If he kills the Shaolin disciples, he will probably never have peace again.

"The power of your Thirteen Movements of Flying Sand and Rocks is only so-so. It's OK for killing pigs, but it's still a bit weak for killing people!"

Ji Boyi said disdainfully, looking very proud, making the onlookers shake their heads.

To be honest, Tian Boguang's swordsmanship is one of the best in the world. The thirteen moves of Flying Sand and Rocks are exquisite and ruthless. They are definitely not as unbearable as Ji Boyi said.

Tian Boguang's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes narrowed into slits, and an evil spirit rose from him. He was obviously angry. He was very proud of his sword skills and would not allow Ji Game to belittle him.

"You seem to really want to die!"

Tian Boguang said coldly, putting aside the fear of Shaolin Temple in his heart, and held the handle of the knife tightly with his five fingers. The cold light shone, and the short knife was swung out again and again, cutting through the void, and slashed at Ji Boyi fiercely. To the extreme, murderous intent is revealed.

Ji Boyi looked indifferent, lowered his head, and recited a Buddhist chant again. He moved his steps, and his body was like a ghost, and he disappeared from Tian Boguang's sight in an instant. This was one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the great movement of the body. It seems to be motionless, but it can move out of thin air, appearing and disappearing, which is very subtle.

"Today, the young monk will send you to hell to let you know that what I said is true!"

Ji Boyi's figure suddenly appeared behind Tian Boguang. He raised his right hand high and suddenly dropped it. His palm turned red gold, like it was made of gold and copper. It was extremely powerful and fell suddenly on Tian Boguang's head.

"boom!"

The whole Huiyan Tower shook. Tian Boguang's movements stopped, his eyes dimmed, and he could no longer hold the short knife in his hand. He fell directly to the ground, with a look of confusion on his face, and he fell to the ground suddenly. , the breath was cut off, and Tian Boguang, the adulterous thief who had been in the world for more than ten years, died like this.

This scene shocked everyone present. Monk Bujie was confident that he could defeat Tian Boguang, but he would have to take fifty moves to gain the upper hand. He would never be able to kill Tian Boguang with one move. His heart was heavy and his eyes were flashing. Jingguang, secretly surprised in his heart, you must know that the number of people in the world who can kill Tian Boguang with one move is definitely no more than one palm. Each of them is an innate master and the top martial arts master in the world.

Qu Yang's expression also changed slightly, and he wanted to leave in his heart. He had a special status and did not want to stay in front of Ji Boyi, an unfathomable Shaolin disciple, for a long time.

Ji Boyi ignored the reactions of Monk Bujie and Qu Yang. He focused all his attention on Yilin, with soft eyes and a look of doting on his face. This was the love and care his brother showed for his sister. He took a step forward, He spoke.

"Are you OK?"

Yi Lin was slightly stunned, looking at Ji Boyi with her weak eyes, feeling a sense of closeness in her heart, and said in a charming voice.

"Thank you, Master Zhenjue, for your concern. Yilin is fine!"

"But Master Linghu was seriously injured. I wonder if Master can help?"

Linghu Chong's face was pale and weak at this time. He was penetrated into the body by Tian Boguang's sword light and was seriously injured. However, his bones were relatively hard and he remained silent, which made Ji Boyi's impression of him a little better.

"Don't call me master, call me brother!"

Ji Boyi frowned slightly and said to Yilin very seriously.

Unlike Dongfang Bubai, who is the leader of the Sun and Moon Sect, Yi Lin is a disciple of the Hengshan Sect, a well-known and upright family, and there will be no trouble even if they recognize each other. Although Ji Boyi is not afraid of these troubles, he still needs to consider Mother Yang. If someone has evil thoughts and uses his mother to threaten Dongfang Bubai, it will somewhat break Mother Yang's peaceful life.

Yilin was stunned when she heard this, and looked at Ji Boyi in confusion. She didn't understand why Ji Boyi said that, and there was clear innocence in her eyes.

Ji Boyi did not explain to Yilin, but looked at Linghu Chong. With a wave of his hand, a stream of extremely pure Yi Jin Jing Qi shot into Linghu Chong's body, directly wiping out Tian Boguang's sword Qi. Then he took out another weapon from his arms. pill, ordered Linghu Chong.

"Open your mouth!"

Linghu Chong was stunned for a moment, then he opened his mouth obediently, and Ji Boyi flicked the pill into Linghu Chong's body.