The heavens preach

"Master Tie Shao, today, it depends on whether we can reproduce the prestige of our respective masters."

They are all five masters of the previous generation Huashan Lunjian, so they naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Tie Xiaoshi responded with an indifferent smile, his voice clanging like gold and iron:

"That depends on your ability"

Feng Yizhong watched the pair of five masters from the side, and was vigilant in his heart, regardless of whether he had a chance to win the God of War catalog from that real person.All the people who just participated in such a grand event today have the mentality of participating in a major event in the world.

Therefore, his hope of winning immortal martial arts is still secondary, mainly to see the martial arts of masters from various sects and holy places.

"Then please post it. Today, everyone gathers at the White Horse Temple and waits for the bell to ring. Daoist Chen Xixiang will wait in front of the Daxiong Hall in the center of the White Horse Temple for all those who want to get the Thick Back Saber to come and compete. Whether you have the ability to get it is up to everyone." Depends on your ability."

The leader of Sirius Fort thought to himself:

"But if you want to go in front of Chen Xixiang, you have to see if other people agree or not."

To put it bluntly, today is an occasion for a public contest.

Just like Huashan Lunjian back then.

Anyone is eligible to shoot anyone.

Every time a person is eliminated, the chances of the remaining people getting that fairy-level martial arts book are greater.

Not everyone knew exactly how many masters came to Luoyang, let alone the origins of Meng Zanglong, Jin Jiuwu and others, or even knew nothing about them.

Because among the few of him, Jin Jiuwu shot an arrow in the Zhou Mansion that day, and not many people knew about it.

In the White Horse Temple.

Chen Xixiang had entered here early at some point.

The Daxiong Hall is hundreds of feet wide, and the monks of the White Horse Temple, who had prepared early, moved away all the things that could be moved.

The old abbot prayed silently: "I hope that less things will be destroyed."

It's mid-heaven.

Chen Xixiang raised his head slightly to look at Tianshi, with his hands behind his back, and his Taoist robe fluttered around.

"The time has come."

Just wave.

boom

A terrifying force swung the sword from the sleeve robe, passed through layers of air, and slammed on the big bell in the temple.

Hit the big clock hard.

铛

Immediately, a terrifying sound wave, like the Sanskrit sound in the Western Heaven Buddhist Kingdom, spread to the forest, the temple, and every inch of the air within a radius of more than ten miles from the Diedang White Horse Temple.

Clang

The bell rang again and again.

The sound waves spread out layer by layer.

The expressions of everyone outside the White Horse Temple changed at the same time.

"When the bell rings, enter"

"Let's see who can grab that knife today"

"There won't be another Wang Chongyang in this world"

Wu Mingyi, Han Tong, Zhao Zhongyuan, Feng Yizhong and other masters rushed towards the mountain gate.

Huhuhu

With a leap of their own, they tore a powerful gust of wind howling in the air.

But at this time.

嗡

For some reason, everyone felt a burst of earth-shattering spiritual power in their hearts, which overwhelmed their hearts like overwhelming mountains.

A tall and heroic black-haired youth also appeared in their minds.

Obviously none of them knew where this young man was.

But the image of this young man appeared in his heart.

"Mongolian Demon Sect, Mongolian Tibetan Dragon"

I don't know who exclaimed in surprise, obviously someone who knew the identity of the youth.

Immediately afterwards, all the people who took the first step into the monastery were stunned.

A tall and heroic young man in black has appeared in front of everyone, and is the first to walk towards the Daxiong Palace

"That is Mongolia's youth generation No.1, Mengzanglong"

Feng Yi's heart trembled.

"He is Mengzanglong"

"This time, there are only a few people in Luoyang City who are qualified to compete with Chen Xixiang"

slam

At the same time, Ouyang Ke, who was continuously showing his lightness kung fu, saw that heroic black-haired young man appearing in front of everyone strangely, and immediately sneered:

"watch out"

With a flick of the fan, dense venomous insects and snakes crawled out from the walls and steps of the White Horse Temple, and rushed towards the Mengzanglong who was hundreds of meters away from them.

At the same time, these poisonous insects also began to devour and attack other people regardless of their targets.

"Good Ouyang Ke, this little poison has perfectly inherited Ouyang Feng's viciousness, and will release poison as soon as he comes in."

Feng Yizhong turned pale with shock, and immediately used his palm wind to continuously kill the poisonous insects rushing towards him.

Ouyang Ke sneered in his heart:

"An incompetent and mediocre person is not qualified to win the catalog of the immortal martial arts god of war. The first hurdle to enter the White Horse Temple is to screen out useless people."

While he sneered in his heart, he was watching Mengzanglong who was attacking and killing by poisonous insects.

But don't want to.

"Isn't he afraid of my poisonous insects?"

Ouyang Ke's expression shook.

Because he found that Mengzanglong hadn't looked back from the beginning to the end, but just glanced at the poisonous insects that rushed all over the ground like a tide.

"Ah"

With just one word, it hit Ouyang Ke's heart like a ten thousand catty boulder.

Suddenly he felt that under the gaze of his eyes, the Mongolian Tibetan Dragon had turned into a giant, making him look up like an ant.

Afterwards, the young man exudes a terrifying and boundless magical power, like a demon god crawling out of the eighteenth floor of hell

It actually made Ouyang Ke feel hopeless that he couldn't compete with this person in a single thought.

"How could this person be so powerful, even my uncle can't give me this feeling."

Ouyang Ke was terrified and horrified.

噗噗

噗噗

Accompanied by this cold cry, all those poisonous insects and long snakes that flocked to Mengzanglong died suddenly on the spot.

Just like a group of ants, they dare not approach the range of the Demon God at all.

Someone who knew a little about Mengzanglong had a trembling voice:

"That is the power of the Supreme Magic Heavenly Demon Secret Ability Book of the Mongolian Demon Sect"

The Heavenly Demon Secret Ability Book is a magical scripture that can make a person become the king of demons and the god of demons.

A generation of celestial demon Luohu, relying on this supreme magic scripture, became the head of all demons in Mongolia, whose territory is dozens of times wider than that of the Song Dynasty, and even the ancestor of demons in the world

With a cold snort.

Meng Zanglong strode in, even though there were martial arts masters from all over the world trying to stop him, he had no scruples at all, as if entering no man's land.

Today, he only came here to find that young real person, and to see if he is really what the outside world said, whether he is his opponent

boom

With a few steps in a row, he has already thrown away everyone behind him by thousands of feet, and came directly to the center of the temple.

After stepping in, the abbot hidden not far from the Daxiong Palace exclaimed:

"Someone has entered here so soon, is this young man so powerful?"

He knew that there would be many, many martial arts masters today, from one hundred and eight states in the Chinese martial arts world, which can be called from all over the world, and according to the rules he knew, if these people want to enter here, they need to go through several waves of fighting. Someone will come in.

But now, at the very beginning, such a person came to the Daxiong Hall and stood in front of Chen Xixiang.

After Mengzanglong entered here.

And all the masters in the rear, because of Ouyang Ke's poisonous insects, have formed the first wave of scramble, fighting against each other.

In front of the Daxiong Palace.

Chen Xixiang towered like a lone peak, standing with his hands behind his back.

When Meng Zanglong appeared in the white horse temple, he felt the trace of this young master of the Mongolian Demon Sect.

It is hundreds of feet away.

Meng Zanglong also found the young Taoist standing in the middle of the place.

But in his mental induction, he couldn't feel the existence of Chen Xixiang, as if that person had already disappeared the moment he closed his eyes, and there was nothing there at all.

But the naked eye can clearly see the figure of the Taoist, standing there like an eternal mountain.

锵

The sharpness in the eyes of the two people is like a magic weapon, and they confront each other in the void.

In front of Renbaima Temple, there were already shouts of killing and fights.

Chen Xixiang and Meng Zanglong didn't respond at all, they faced each other like stone statues, as if in each other's world, there was only one other left.

There is no one else, because in Luoyang City, there are only two or three fingers who can be regarded as their opponents.

Jin Jiuwu, Zhu Yi, Meng Zanglong, and this Taoist here.

In addition, no one can enter the eyes of Mengzanglong.

After actually seeing Chen Xixiang's figure at this time, he found that this Taoist was very likely to be more powerful than what he had received from the news.

Meng Zanglong is not surprised but happy. He has been in the Mongolian border countries for 30 years. Martial arts, I just want to find an opponent to prove my cultivation.

Mongolia is gone.

He came to the Central Plains to look for it.

at last

I found it here in Luoyang

For Meng Zanglong today, it is not a sword discussion meeting to seize martial arts, but a place where he wants to find an opponent worthy of a fight.

On the Level of Martial Arts

Meng Zanglong stared at Chen Xixiang for a long time, and finally spoke:

"Brother Chen's position is very subtle. He has completely taken away all the feng shui fortune in this White Horse Temple, and he has truly become the master of this place. Meng has been here for a long time, but he doesn't know how to get it."

It turned out that the reason why Mengzanglong had been here for so long and hadn't made a move was because Chen Xixiang simply stood there, it was so natural that no one could take advantage of it, as if if he made a move, he would be completely at a disadvantage.

Chen Xixiang put his hands behind his back and smiled softly: "With such cultivation, you must be Mengzanglong."

Among the three masters in Luoyang City, he has seen Zhu Yi and Jin Jiuwu, but Meng Zanglong has never shown his face.

Today, it was the first to arrive.