Hit it off

The contest between Lan Mo and Bu Yan was about to begin, Yun Hanqing reluctantly let go of Xue Changying, and walked towards the judges' seat.

Xue Changying returned to the audience stand and sat in the middle of Shen Qing.

Shen Qing naturally understood where he came back from, and only said: "There is only one Shaolin left, but it is also the most difficult one."

Xue Changying looked at Yun Hanyu on Shen Qing's left, and said, "Han Yu, can you concoct Mixianyin? A poison or medicine that can temporarily lose internal energy."

Yun Hanyu: ...No.

For Yun Hanyu, the most frustrating thing is that they have never heard of some poisons and medicines, such as the Heart Biting Powder that is specially used to deal with the cultivation of the Nine Transformation Yang Physique, for example, a small dose can temporarily lose internal energy , but a large dose can cripple people. "

Lan Xing also turned his head, and said seriously: "Yun Hanyu, don't be sad, it's not your fault for being ignorant."

Shen Qing: "You shut up."

"Boom!"

A gong sounded, and the contest began.

Lan Mo cupped his hands and said, "Yujian Villa, Lan Mo."

Put your palms together, bowed slightly, and said: "Amitabha Buddha. The poor monk's Dharma name, don't say anything."

Lan Mo said: "Master, I've offended you!"

As soon as the word "Le" was out of the mouth, he pointed his sword and raised his sword, almost approaching Silently.

Without saying a word, he still clasped his hands together, standing tall and tall, when Lan Mo's sword tip was less than three inches from his nose, he suddenly moved back a few feet on the ground, everyone couldn't help gasping!

Just because Buyan's feet didn't move, his body didn't move, and because the move he used was the long-lost "Great Move Movement Technique!"

Bu Yan had already retreated to the edge of the competition arena, only to see him disappearing in front of the crowd in a flash, and when he heard "Amitabha", he had already stood in the center of the competition arena again!

Lan Mo made a gesture to retract the sword, turned around and put the sword back into the scabbard, only to see him shaking his head, his feet were floating, and his body was swaying, like a drunk drunk.

Everyone didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd for a moment, and they all started talking about it.

In this half-drunk and half-awake state, Lan Mo suddenly drew out two or two swords and stabbed at Bu Yan's chest.

At this time, someone in the audience shouted loudly, "This is the Wudang School's Drunken Immortal Sword Technique!"

Qiu Zhenren of the Wudang faction shot Xue Changying with scorching and probing eyes.

Xue Changying covered her face with the wide sleeves of her robe, showing that no matter how thick-skinned he was, he would not have the face to remain calm in front of the head of the family who had been stolen from him.

Wudang School's Drunken Immortal swordsmanship seems to be chaotic and chaotic, with no rules to be found, but the sword hides killing intent, and every move is a killer move!

Qiu Zhenren said coldly: "Yujian Villa really hides dragons and crouching tigers, and the drunken swordsmanship used by Lan Mo is three points more accurate than that of my disciples!"

Yun Han, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, said warmly: "Where is it, Lan Mo is ranked 130th and second in Yujian Villa, and he is just a little-known swordsman."

While everyone was in a trance, Lan Mo's sword had already pierced the cassock and robes on Bu Yan's chest, but he couldn't penetrate an inch further!

The tip of the sword seemed to hit an extremely hard rock, and the entire body of the sword was bent upwards, but the tip of the sword still couldn't pierce into Silent's chest.

Xue Changying frowned and said, "Shaolin Golden Bell Cover!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of true energy shot out from the place where Lan Mo's thorn was pierced. With a "dang", the true energy hit the tip of the sword, sending Lan Mo's whole body flying!

Lan Mo's body turned around in the air, and he almost landed on the martial arts platform. The point of the sword touched the ground, and he knelt down on one knee.

"I haven't said anything yet."

Xue Changying said.

Shen Qing looked intently and understood what he said, from the very beginning of this martial arts competition, Wu Yan kept his hands clasped together, never separated by a single centimeter!

Xue Changying frowned, "In this contest, Lan Mo will lose."

What he said was not a question, but a statement of fact.

At this time, Bu Yan on the competition stage spoke, and also said the most words so far.

"Amitabha, you have to forgive others and forgive others. You are only a donor, and you are too heavy."

People with low internal energy couldn't hear their conversation clearly, Shen Qing could only read the silent lips vaguely, twisted his brows, and said: "That bald donkey is helping Ying Ruhui teach Lan Mo a lesson?"

Xue Changying said:

"It's not so much a lesson as an exhortation."

For some reason, he didn't feel disgusted by the silence that would make Lan Mo lose the contest.

Lan Mo on the martial arts field was only a little confused, which was much better than Ying Ruhui's serious injury.

Lan Mo had no expression on his face, and when the surging qi in his body calmed down, he stood up again, pointing his sword without saying a word.

Without speaking, he recited the Buddha's name and said:

"Benefactor Lan, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn around and stay on the shore."

Lan Mo only said:

"He offended the young master, and his crime is unforgivable."

As soon as the words fell, he flew up, his wrist was turned slightly, and countless sword shadows swung down from the sky, and fell into the body of Bu Yan in the center of the field.

At this moment, a gust of cool wind blows from nowhere, cool and indescribably refreshing, and it also brings an elegant fragrance.

It’s already October, and there are many osmanthus trees on the street, and golden osmanthus trees are planted all around the competition field. When the breeze comes, the osmanthus blossoms are falling down, being swept up by the wind, floating leisurely in the air, and floating to the competition platform the central.

At the same time, he said nothing.

He just separated his hands that had been closed all the time, and flipped his palms in the air. The sweet-scented osmanthus was sent out.

Pushing and sending, all the sword shadows that Lan Mo swung down were wrapped in petals!

Situ Xiao muttered to himself: "The Heavenly Girl Scattering Flower Palm!"

The Heavenly Girl Scattering Flower Palm is also one of the long-lost advanced palm techniques in the Jianghu. Use the palm wind to push the falling petals to attack the enemy!

Practicing martial arts to the point of perfection, flying flowers and picking leaves, can hurt people!

The audience outside the arena stared dumbfounded, all admiring the miraculous ability of Bu Yan's hand, but Bu Yan obviously had the ability to take Lan Mo's life in an instant, but suddenly stopped!

Seeing that Buyan put his palms together suddenly, he took a step back, lowered his eyebrows, and said: "Amitabha, your skills are not as good as others, it's the poor monk who lost."

For a while, there were many discussions in the audience.

No one can see that just now, a golden string is inseparably attached to the silent Adam's apple.

It is a string made of silk spun by a silkworm that sleeps on a snow-capped mountain. It is produced in the same place as Shennong's strings in Lancheng. The silkworm cocoons once every thousand years, and its silk is extremely sharp and indestructible.

Xue Changying, who was hiding under the judges' table, breathed a sigh of relief, pulled her wrist, and retracted the golden string.

Yun Hanqing tapped the gong with a small hammer, and said warmly, "Lan Mo wins, the next match is against Li Yuecheng in the capital, and Lan Mo in Yujian Villa."

Because Lan Mo had already defeated the disciples of the four major sects, Li Yuecheng only needed to fight against Lan Mo, if he won, he would enter the Yanwu Hall, if he lost, Lan Mo would finally enter the Yanwu Hall.

Bu Yan walked down from the competition stage.

Xue Changying popped out from Yun Hanqing's legs, and Qiu Zhenren was about to turn around to look at it, but Situ Xiao turned sideways slightly, blocking his sight, and shook Xue Changying with his hand hidden under the sleeve of his robe, Signal him to go away.

Xue Changying stooped, quietly left the judges' seat, and followed Buyan to the waiting room.

Fu Yan was packing her luggage, Xue Changying hesitated for a while, then walked to Wu Yan's side, clasped his hands together, bowed to him, and said sincerely: "Master Bu Yan, I'm sorry, I just acted secretly!"

Bu Yan stopped what he was doing, faced him with frowned eyes, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly in return, and said, "Fame and fortune are a cloud of the past. Benefactor Xue, don't worry about it, Amitabha."

After not saying this, he picked up the packed luggage, put it on his body, and went out.

Yun Hanqing brushed past Buyan, and suddenly said in his heart, what a hateful bald donkey.

Xue Changying said: "Han Qing, I always feel that Master Buyan has been yielding to Lan Mo!"

Yun Hanqing responded casually, and then heard Xue Changying say: "Looking at him, I really want to be a monk."

Yun Hanqing frowned all of a sudden, "Baby, what should I do if you become a monk?"

Xue Changying glanced at him when she heard the words, and said, "With your appearance, no one will doubt you if you become a nun."

At this time, the sound of the gong ending outside also sounded.

Amidst the warm applause, the two heard the master of ceremonies shouting in his broken voice: "The final winner of this martial arts selection meeting is——Li Yuecheng!"

While applauding, Lan Xing turned his head and asked Shen Qing, wondering: "Mr. Shen, why do they all breathe a sigh of relief?"

Shen Qing smiled coldly and said nothing.

Although Lan Mo is subordinate to Yujian Villa, he still can't get rid of the label of Demon Sect monster in the eyes of everyone. As long as people who are not from Chengling enter the Yanwu Hall, they don't care about cats or dogs.

As the award presenter, Yun Hanqing was pushed onto the award stage by Xue Changying.

He took the chivalrous certificate and the badge of the Martial Arts Hall from Situ Xiao, handed it to Li Yuecheng, smiled slightly, and said, "Congratulations."

Li Yuecheng said bluntly: "Master Yun, you should stop laughing, it makes my back feel cold."

Hearing this, Yun Hanqing directly threw the knight certificate and badge on Li Yuecheng's face, and went to look for Xue Changying in the audience with hands behind his back.

If it weren't for Situ Xiaoyi and selling old people, would you think I like selling laughs?

When the hostile Yun Daxia saw Xue Changying smiling at him tenderly and obediently, the dark clouds in his heart suddenly dissipated, as if the rain had passed and the sky had cleared.

Xue Changying stretched out her small hand, and Yun Hanqing held it.

Xue Changying said obediently: "Han Qing, let's go home."

"kindness!"

Yun Hanqing responded softly, but was suddenly interrupted by a loud shout.

"Nephew Han Qing, wait a minute!"

Situ Xiao led Li Yuecheng over.

Yun Han said clearly: "Leader Situ, we have already fulfilled what you promised, what else is there?"

Situ laughed and said, "Nephew Hanqing, you are a nobleman who forgets many things, and there is one more thing!"

Xue Changying said: "Zhaixinglou has sent spies to look for Hanyue!"

Situ smiled and waved his hands, "Don't bother, the old man has already found out Han Yue's whereabouts!"

"where?"

Situ smiled and said: "The world's number one martial arts club! Hanyue is the last prize of this tournament!"

Li Yuecheng was puzzled, and asked aloud: "The world's number one martial arts association, what is that?"

Situ laughed and said:

"It is held every three years, and people from all over the world can participate in the tournament. The winner is titled Martial Saint!"

"Then Martial Saint is number one in the world!"

"It can be said this way. The winner who stands out from all the contestants will fight against the previous Martial Saint. If he wins, he will take away the prize. If he loses, the prize will remain there until the next new Martial Saint comes out."

Xue Changying said: "That's nothing, just let Han Qing go this time! Let's fight one by one, and kill one by one. Wait, Han Qing won't be the judge again, right?"

Situ smiled and shook his head, Xue Changying breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Situ laugh and say: "He is the last Martial Saint!"

Xue Changying: ... Do I have a sentence? You must say it.

Xue Changying cast a faint glance at Yun Hanqing who was beside her, and said quietly, "Han Qing, what do you want?"

Yun Hanqing felt wronged and said, "Baby, I don't want to either!"

As he said that, he turned his face coldly and stared at Situ with a smile.