Beauty Jianghu

Chapter 136 Ancient Demon Mirror

After everyone has finished eating, the most important thing is to choose the leader of the competition.

Everyone walked out of the greenhouse and stood on the wheat field. Some of the impatient ones rushed to the field to fight with swords, guns, swords and sticks, and the killing was very lively.

At the beginning, everyone still cared about etiquette and stopped. Some were injured but only shed some blood, and some were hit in the chest and only vomited a few words of blood.

At the end of the fight, one person emerged victorious. He was a tall man with a ferocious appearance. He was holding a machete. The key was that behind his machete was a large iron rod. When he danced, within four or five feet, there was a whistling sound. Others can't come close.

He won the initial victory, stood in the center proudly, and shouted: "Which hero comes to the battle, let's fight." Seeing no one responded, he said, "It seems that this leader is mine."

"Wait a minute." A thin man came onto the stage with a dagger, cupped his hands and said, "Brother, I'll ask you for some advice."

The fierce man saw a skinny boy coming up to him and laughed loudly: "It's not that I look down on you, but do you know how heavy my machete is? I might be able to crush you to death."

The skinny boy smiled and said: "What's the use of all your strength? In my eyes, there is no difference between you and a wild bull."

The fierce man was most afraid of being called a bull. He waved the big knife in his hand, whistling in the wind, and shouted: "Get back quickly, or I will kill you with one knife."

The skinny boy stood in the center, snorted with his nose, and said: "Man Niu, be careful, don't get crushed by your own knife."

The others thought it was funny when they saw that a skinny boy dared to make fun of a strong man, and they all laughed.

The fierce man was enraged, swung his machete and shouted: "Take your life."

He brandished his machete and attacked the skinny boy.

The skinny boy couldn't stop his machete and ran away. The others saw that he was talking big words just now, and when they saw him running away like the wind, they laughed again.

But this skinny boy was as flexible as a monkey. He ran in circles on the threshing floor, and the fierce man couldn't catch up. After the skinny boy ran a few times, he actually ran up behind the tough guy. The tough guy was also very lucky. When he knew that the skinny guy was running behind him, it was too late to turn around. He just rounded up the machete and swung it towards him. .

The skinny boy saw the machete coming with the sound of wind, and hurriedly crouched down to avoid the machete. He also saw the opportunity and stabbed with his sword, hitting the fierce man in the lower back.

This fierce man knew that if he was stabbed by this sword, his whole life would be over. Knowing that the thin boy was merciful, he had no choice but to shamelessly cup his hands and say:

"Thanks for showing mercy."

The fierce man blushed, retreated to his seat, and said no more.

This time, it was the skinny boy's turn to be proud.

However, this time there were many high-rollers from the world, and soon the skinny boy was defeated by others.

At this time, standing on the wheat field was a middle-aged swordsman.

He was calm and relaxed, and he was very proud of himself, but he couldn't bear it and couldn't show it on his face.

Yang Shucheng and Zou Cheng stood together. Zou Cheng said: "Brother Yang, go up and have a fight."

Yang Shucheng said: "I can't do it."

Zou Cheng said: "If you don't come, I will."

"This man is very good at swordsmanship. Brother Zou, don't confront him head-on. You should fight with him and find the right opportunity before you strike." Yang Shucheng reminded him kindly.

"Okay." Zou Cheng agreed and walked onto the threshing floor. After a few polite words, the two started fighting.

After a few moves, Zou Chenggong brandished his sword and slashed violently, having already forgotten what Yang Shucheng had said. After a few more rounds, he used his special move to decide the outcome with his opponent. The middle-aged swordsman was also smart enough. When he saw Zou Cheng fighting fiercely, he started fighting with him.

During the fight, Zou Cheng made an oversight. The middle-aged swordsman saw the opportunity and stabbed Zou Cheng in the middle. The outcome has been decided.

This Zou Cheng didn't want to compete for the leadership. Seeing that he was not the opponent, he retreated.

The competition on the wheat field is still going on, and in the blink of an eye, there have been seven or eight games.

Finally, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest standing on the wheat field, looking at him as the leader of everyone.

This Taoist priest's Taoist name is Feng Chenzi. He has a slender figure and a long flowing beard. He has a somewhat immortal Taoist appearance. He leads everyone to hunt banshees, and everyone is happy to be commanded by him.

But there was a monk who was not convinced and went to the wheat field.

This monk was short and fat, with a pair of bull's eyes. He stepped forward and said, "The poor monk, whose name is Jiankong, asks the Taoist Master for advice."

Feng Chenzi saw that the leader was his, but monk Jiankong came to make trouble. Therefore, he said angrily: "You, a monk, don't recite sutras in the temple, why are you here?"

"I'm here to hunt banshees."

"What magic weapon do you have to hunt monsters? You're not afraid of the banshee eating you."

The monk Jiankong was not bothered by Feng Chenzi's sarcasm. He took out a black rice bowl from his waist and said, "I have this demon-collecting bowl to collect demons."

Feng Chenzi smiled and said: "The broken bowl from the monk's house can be used to transform the food into a vegetarian, but it won't work to capture the demons."

Jiankong wanted to seize the leader, but when he saw Feng Chenzi repeatedly sneering, he was still not annoyed and said: "Feng Chenzi, don't underestimate me as a beggar. According to legend, in the Song Dynasty, Master Fahai used it to collect snakes that had been cultivated for thousands of years. Demon."

"What a broken bowl, it's not just for cheating people." Feng Chenzi laughed.

Jiankong was still not annoyed, but had a slight sneer on his face. The other bystanders were unconvinced and said one after another: "Master Feng Chenzi, if you have any treasures, show them to me."

After hearing this, Feng Chenzi took out a bronze mirror from his arms, held it in his hand, raised it, and said, "This is a mirror for looking at demons. Any fox, flower demon, or tree spirit in the mountains will be illuminated by it." He immediately showed his true form, lying on the ground, motionless, and was ready to be captured."

"Then let's compete and see whose magic weapon is more powerful." Everyone wanted to watch the excitement and shouted.

Feng Chenzi said: "There are no monsters here, how can we try? If you follow me into the mountains, you will naturally see how powerful the baby is."

Everyone looked around and there was nothing that could be used for testing. In order to entertain this group of wealthy people, Liao Yong slaughtered all the chickens, sheep, and pigs at home. He really couldn't find anyone to test.

"If we can't compete, what can we do?" Many people began to feel disappointed when they couldn't see the excitement.

Feng Chenzi said: "Everyone, don't be impatient. Tomorrow I will take you all into the mountain and I will ensure that you all see the power of the magic weapon."

"The monks haven't competed yet. Let's talk about it after the competition." One of them was clever and could not follow the demon, so he wanted to see the fight between the two.

That’s it for what it’s said, it’s impossible not to compare.

Feng Chenzi said: "Monk, do you dare to compete?"

Jiankong said: "I came here just to ask Taoist Master Fengchen for some advice."

Seeing that the short and fat monk didn't know how to advance or retreat, Feng Chenzi pulled out his demon-slaying sword and said, "Monk, the sword has no eyes. You have to think clearly."

Jiankong pulled out a sword from his body, waved it casually, and said: "I have thought it through. Taoist priest, please."

Feng Chenzi was not polite. He first used the "immortal guide" move, raised his sword and charged at the monk.

The monk was really powerful. He dodged this killing move and quickly used a move: "Jade Belt Wrap Around the Waist." The sword was directed horizontally towards Feng Chenzi's waist.

As you come and go, the two of them started killing each other.

After more than a dozen moves, everyone realized that the martial arts of this monk and Taoist priest were equally matched, and the two of them fought in a lively manner.

I saw Taoist Master Feng Chenzi using the move "Chang Hong Penetrating the Sun", and the sword stabbed towards Monk Jiankong with the sound of wind.

Monk Jiankong fought with him for more than ten rounds and understood his way. Seeing that his move was powerful, he was not afraid and quickly used the move "Strength to Split Huashan". The sword was tilted towards the long sword. The sword struck down,

Immediately, the long sword flew away, but Taoist Master Feng Chen was not in vain. When he saw the monk flying his own long sword, he saw the opportunity, advanced instead of retreating, and bullied himself to get closer.

Monk Jiankong suddenly saw the Taoist priest approaching and it was too late to retreat. It was too late to withdraw his sword. The Taoist priest grabbed it and ran away.

Taoist Master Feng Chenzi was also experienced in many battles. He did not retreat, but took a step forward to face the monk. He hugged the monk's waist with both hands and tripped his right leg.

There was a "gudong" sound, and both of them fell to the ground, but the monk was at the bottom and the Taoist priest was at the top. It seemed that the Taoist priest won.

But in the blink of an eye, the monk was thick-skinned and possessed of brute strength. He pushed himself up from the ground and pressed the Taoist priest underneath him. The two of them hugged each other tightly with their four arms, entangled together. Like a hoe, rolling back and forth on the wheat field, sometimes this one is on top, and sometimes that one is on top.

I saw the Taoist monk on the top, rolled over, and rolled to the bottom. I saw the monk on the top, rolled over, and rolled to the bottom again, rolling back and forth like a roller.

Everyone who saw it was shouting that it was wonderful.