Taoist chanting

The white light spot represents that the other party is a Daoist monk, carrying a token issued by the Daolu Branch.

The secret room next door has another man on duty in turn. In addition to guarding the pigeons and receiving messages from all over the place, they also have to keep an eye on the array placed on the wall. Light dot warnings of different colors will be displayed.

Several people walked out the door and waited for a while on the corridor steps.

There are two monks dressed as Taoist priests, turning out from the screen wall of the gate, and coming from the middle of the field.

"Master Mo, Senior Brother He, the two of you have had a hard time on the road."

Wu Ganping walked down the steps and quickly walked to the middle of the field. He greeted them with a smile on his face, and he was obviously familiar with the two. He reached out his hand to greet them, and asked casually, "Did you catch it?"

Daoist Mo shook his head slightly, with a secretive smile on his face.

The other person was He Guangjun, who was carrying two swords on his back. He belonged to the same family as Wu Ganping, and he clasped his fists in return.

He Guangjun was a bit perfunctory for other people's smiling greetings, his face was numb, and he didn't even bother to pull the corners of his mouth. He glanced at Zhang Wenfeng behind him, and then walked over without stopping.

A group of people surrounded the two masters and walked forward.

Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the skin on the back of his right hand was abnormal, as if something invisible was approaching, and felt a slight tingling pain, he subconsciously moved his wrist as a defensive gesture.

He Guangjun suddenly laughed twice, turned around to look at Guanzhu Zhang who was behind, clasped his fists and said, "Congratulations!"

This was said without thinking, it is simply inexplicable.

Others looked like a lunatic, but they didn't show it on their faces. It wasn't the first time that He Guangjun acted like a lunatic.

Chapter 153

"Thank you, Daoist He, for giving me some pointers last time. Blessed Boundless Heavenly Venerable!"

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists in return to express his gratitude. He did not expect that He Guangjun, who had a weird temper, would try this way.

People should not be judged by their appearance, and the arrogant guy became insidious, and he was also shameless.

He Guangjun's eyes brightened, and he sent out an invitation with his characteristic dry smile: "There is no need to thank you verbally, why don't we learn a few sword skills!"

Daoist Mo suddenly looked at the tall and tall strange Taoist priest with great interest.

It is a rare and common thing for Madman He to find someone to learn from. Throughout the year, he is either learning from others or on the way of learning from others.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the guy on the other side who spoke so uniquely even when he was invited to a sparring session. After thinking about it, he won't be at a disadvantage, and he doesn't have any interests involved. : "Respect is worse than obedience. It's better to learn three tricks like last time. He Daochang, you lower your cultivation base just like me. I can use any means..."

He never likes to be ambiguous when doing things, and the conditions are first negotiated.

Even if he doesn't care about winning or losing, he won't do things that are obviously a disadvantage, because the opponent's cultivation base is too much higher than him.

"Learning swordsmanship, the rest is the same as last time."

He Guangjun emphasized that he was delighted to see Lie.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, secretly admiring this guy's sharp eyesight, he didn't know what method he used, he could see his great progress in swordsmanship just by trying it like that.

"The place here is big enough, please ask Brother Mo to be a witness!"

He Guangjun said to himself, pulled out the silver long sword from behind with a swipe, and stared at Zhang Wenfeng who drew the sword at a distance. This time he did not rush to attack, but began to gather momentum.

The others retreated stepping on the snow, and Wu Qianping warned through voice transmission: "Brother Zhang, be careful!"

The men in each room heard the masters fighting with swords, and rushed out to the corridor to watch.

The two people in the arena are almost in the same posture, holding the sword in their hands flat, with the tip of the sword pointing forward, and the brilliance of the sword body is not visible.

Neither of them wasted Yuan Qi ahead of time, they both stood half sideways, looking casual and natural.

The sword body remained motionless, and there was a slight breeze pulling towards the sword tip.

"Okay, you did a good job!"

He Guangjun praised dryly, stepped lightly on the snow with the tip of his left foot, and his whole body shot out like an arrow. The silver sword tip pierced the air, leaving a turbulent afterimage. The castration was extremely fast, and he launched the attack first.

Zhang Wenfeng remained motionless, took a step back, twisted his wrist, and flipped the blade over.

"Ding Dong" there was a sound of intensive strikes, and the two figures advanced and retreated, and retreated seven or eight feet from the middle of the field. Straight lines interweave and collide non-stop.

Zhang Wenfeng recited the scriptures silently to purify his mind, and in the face of strong pressure, he raised his perception to the extreme.

The feeling of the sword and the hand are almost integrated.

With a calm mind, the hand controls the sword more and more nuancedly, waving the wrist in a small range, the sword is like a swimming snake, agile and follow the shape.

In a short period of time, he changed his moves slightly, knocking and intercepting the opponent's attack countless times.

However, he couldn't get rid of the opponent's simple and domineering flat stab.

He Guangjun's sword style is a little faster than him, and the edge of the sword moves slightly up and down, left and right, dissolving his resistance, and every step is stuck in his rhythm. Aggrieved and uncomfortable, I had to continue to retreat.

For the first time, he personally realized the importance of scrambling for the first-line opportunity in the competition between sword repairers.

He was suppressed very passively, and the sword in his hand repeatedly failed, which also aroused his desire to win.

Seeing that he was about to slide back to the edge of the field, and there was no way to retreat, he immediately took advantage of the leeway, retreated with his sword back, the sword swung in a serpentine shape to break free from the entanglement, and then suddenly stepped forward to stab forward. "fly

"style" changes.

The sword light blooms brilliantly, and there is a one-hit kill in the middle, majestic, and strange in the middle.

"it is good!"

He Guangjun's eyes were shining, and he stabbed forward with a straight sword.

The two swords collided with each other, and there was a sound of "clang", and the tips of the swords collided and stood deadlocked in the air.

The power was concentrated at one point and the impact exploded. The two people's robes fluttered and their hair flew up.

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the new usage of the Feihua style he had figured out was able to compete with He Guangjun, and he was evenly matched in the fight, and he was immediately happy. He had only a short period of time to understand the state of "Hand in Hand" in swordsmanship, so he was very satisfied with this result up.

About a breath, a huge wave of impact surged from the tip of the sword.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't expect it, he could no longer resist his feet sliding back, and the flying style was used halfway.

He Guangjun paused, screamed strangely, "The third move is coming", and rushed forward to stab.

The sword changed abruptly on the way, and the shadow of the sword whirled, covering a six-foot area. It was impossible to distinguish between reality and reality.

Daoist Mo knew that Maniac He was very good at swordsmanship, and it was the first time he had seen such power, so he shouted: "Stop playing around!"

The young Taoist priest, Xuanyun Temple and the senior management of Dengtianlou all asked about it.

There are a lot of meritorious service in a short period of time, and the head of the Daolu Branch of Yuanyang County has noticed.

He made a formula in his hand, and a dense air gathered between his fingers.

No matter what, you can't let the lunatic He, who is neither serious nor serious, hurt Guanzhu Zhang, who is waiting to use the formula to make a rescue.

A scream was heard.

Dots of green awns in the air suddenly turned into countless green wood thorns, shooting at He Guangjun from three directions, densely packed, I don't know how many there are, rolling up snow foam on the ground and forming a collision with the sword shadow.

Daoist Mo's eyes showed surprise, he underestimated Guanzhu Zhang who was in trouble.

Although this level of magical counterattack can't deal with the lunatic He who is fading away, it will cause a little trouble for He Guangjun, and it is enough to gain a little respite. By then, the three moves will be over, and the discussion will naturally end.

It's a good time to change Linglong's heart!

Zhang Wenfeng is not so rigid, he must use swordsmanship to compete with the opponent, since the opponent has clearly not used the strength of the late stage of Qi transformation, so why not use his supernatural power a little?

His left foot had already reached the stone steps on the edge of the court, and there was no way to retreat.

Facing an aggressive sword that he couldn't resist, he countered it with the magical power of "Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns Curse".

Amidst the urgent sound of "ding ding ding", Zhang Wenfeng retreated towards Daoist Mo, and with a wave of his sleeve, the first wave of remaining green thorns disappeared, and there was no need to use the next two waves, he said with a smile: "He Daochang's sword skills are profound , I am ashamed of myself, I admit defeat!"

He Guangjun was also a strange guy, but instead asked, "Did you see clearly?"

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, then nodded: "I can see a general idea, it's too fast, and the sword light wanders uncertainly. Daozhang He, what you just used was the second level of sword cultivation 'fitting with the body'?"

From the rolling sword momentum, he saw a faint sword light, haunting the waves of the sword shadow, without a trace.

It was precisely because he was unable to resist that he used his magical powers to resolve it.

When He Guangjun heard the word "wandering uncertainly", he knew that the other party really saw it.

There was a trademark dry smile on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said: "It's a little bit close, I touched a little bit, but it's a pity that I can't break through." This is the reason why he is looking for people to learn from each other. : "It would be great if you concentrate on swordsmanship, your talent in swordsmanship is pretty good."

This is the second time he praised Zhang Guanzhu's swordsmanship talent.

Opponents are hard to find, what a pity.

For a guy with a high level of morality, he would not bother to waste a word.

Chapter 154 Stubborn Sword Cultivator

Daoist Mo couldn't know what He Guangjun meant, so he interrupted and said with a smile: "There is no distinction between swords and dharma, there is only a difference between using them well. Brother He, if you have anything to say to Master Wu, hurry up and say, We can't stay long, we have to travel overnight."

He Guangjun nodded to Wu Ganping, and the two walked to one side, and the sound transmission didn't know what to say.

Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his sword, cupped his fists and bowed to Daoist Mo who was looking at him with a smile, and said, "Zhang Wenfeng, Taoist Priest of the Immortal Temple, has met Daoist Mo."

Just now Daoist Mo wanted to use magic to save him from the siege, he saw it, of course he had to express it.

Daoist Mo smiled back, cupping his fists, and introduced himself, "I'm Mo Xiufeng from Xuanyun Temple. I've heard of you a long time ago. Guanzhu Zhang's spells are exquisitely used, which is eye-opening!"

He saw that Zhang Guanzhu's swordsmanship was quite good.

It is very rare to be able to fight He Guangjun with two strokes of swords without losing the wind.

What's even more rare is that there is such an exquisite technique of controlling spells, and I don't know how it was practiced?

It is said that Zhang Guanzhu has not been promoted to the Qi Realm for a long time. Could it be that there is another way to practice to earn merits?

As soon as this thought passed, his Dao heart was firm and he would not be moved by the temptation of others.

Everyone has their own laws, what has nothing to do with me!

Zhang Wenfeng replied honestly: "The secret method is tricky, its power is limited, and there are other disadvantages, it should not be praised by Daoist Mo."

He controlled the power of the "Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns Curse" supernatural power, and he didn't dare to treat He Guangjun as an enemy. He also knew that the attack power of the Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns Curse that he could display at present could not deal with the monks in the fading state.

At most, it was unexpected, just like the last time I used the wood thunder technique to save myself from a siege.

"Haha, Zhang Daoyou is humble, given time, your secret art will be able to bloom brilliantly."

Mo Xiufeng spoke politely, and said to Fu Gujing who came forward: "I don't have time to drink today, and I have to go to Zhoucheng overnight. If you have time, you and Zhang Daoyou come to Zhoucheng, I invite you!"

A gleam of joy appeared on Fu Gujing's face, and she asked, "It's done?"

Mo Xiufeng nodded slightly, and added: "Go to the post with Brother He."

Zhang Wenfeng heard a bit of meaning. The two people who came seemed to be going to take up some official positions in the Daolu branch in Zhoucheng. Seeing that the other party didn't make it clear, he pretended not to know anything and just listened.

Chen Qingqiao stopped in the middle of the walk, he couldn't talk to people, and it would be embarrassing if he went.

He looked up at the sky, and the sun was blooming.

The weather should be fine tomorrow.

Many men watching the battle in the corridor witnessed a wonderful sword fight.

Especially Zhang Guanzhu's waving hand, which unleashed a powerful attack full of spells, made them fascinated.

Amazing!

The four newly-promoted cultivators in the Qi Realm were stunned inwardly. Is this the secret method of the cultivators?

A slight sign of swelling in the bottom of my heart was quietly snuffed out.

Zhang Wenfeng saw that his fellow disciples had business to discuss, and it was not appropriate for him to be in the middle, so he found an excuse to leave with fists in his hands, came to Chen Qingqiao, and said with a smile: "Xianling Temple has recruited a new batch of apprentices, and there are two children who lack cultivation qualifications , I still don’t know how to guide me? Can Chen Guanzhu teach me?”

This is looking for something to talk about, and it is a bit of homework. Others seem to have a close relationship between the two.

For Chen Guanzhu, who is more handsome and unlucky than him, he has experienced two side-by-side battles together.

He has long let go of the little grudges and doubts he had in the past.

No one is a sage, everyone has selfishness, and he himself is no exception. Chen Guanzhu is clear about major events and life-and-death situations, and this is enough to become ordinary friends.

Chen Qingqiao thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Qingshui Temple has a technique of exhalation, which can be practiced by anyone, regardless of aptitude, young or old. There is only one difficulty, and it is extremely difficult for those without great perseverance to break through. If Master Zhang does not dislike it, You can make a copy and use it as a reference.”

Gift work

The method is to repay the favor owed.

It was a great kindness to fish him out of the water formation of the lost evil thing when he went down to Hecun.