(Thanks to Chen Xiaoru!!! Thanks Hongchen!! ）

Chapter 1068 is neither contested nor chosen

The stage is a battlefield for the storyteller, and in order to please the audience, he needs to do his best here. But at this time, the stage has become a battlefield for Fang Jie.

The sweeper Dushan did not lie, he was a person who had been ignored for too long in the Sanqingguan of Wudang Mountain. His world is not big, only the size of Zhang Zhenren's courtyard. It is his responsibility to make this small yard look clean, and it is his mission to make the coarse tea and light rice taste sweet.

But at this time, the mission imposed on him became much heavier.

Fang Xie summoned all the high-rollers in the rivers and lakes, and did not hesitate to surrender his identity to fight with Dusk Mountain, not for the sake of the Taoists of Lawudang Mountain to go down the mountain. Therefore, at this time, the mission of Dushan is no longer to play the greatest role of pots and pans, and to play the greatest role of each ingredient, but to carry the three clear views.

That's why Twilight was walking slowly when he stepped onto the stage, and his shoulders were slightly slumped forward.

Such as carrying heavy loads.

Ordinary people often mention a sentence, how to observe whether a person has practiced martial arts, to look at his shoulders, people who practice martial arts all year round will have a slight tilt forward, called a collapsed shoulder. This posture doesn't seem to be anything special, and only the warrior himself understands the reason for it.

But this is an ordinary martial artist, not a cultivator.

Dusk Shan never knew if he was a cultivator, because he had never cultivated seriously, and no one had anyone to guide him, he had only lived by Zhang Zhenren's side for more than thirty years.

Isn't this a coincidence?

"The real person asked me to do my best, but you are still the prince, so I don't know how to fight."

Mu Ne, honestly.

Dusk Shan's words amused everyone present, and the more people from the smaller sect laughed, the harder they laughed.

"How are you used to fighting?"

Fang asked.

Twilight shook his head after thinking about it carefully, "I've never fought before, so I'm not used to it." But I'm a little angry right now, so the shot might be a bit heavy. ”

"Why are you angry?"

Fang Xie asked again.

Twilight glanced around the smiling onlookers, "They're mocking me." ”

Fang Xie nodded: "Then you can make them dare not ridicule you first, and then fight me." ”

Twilight Mountain was silent for a while: "I'd better fight you first, the real people didn't let me beat them." ”

After he said this, he took a step forward, his shoulders heavy, and his palms were flat and pushed forward. This move seems to be very slow, and even a three-year-old child and a seventy-year-old man can dodge it. But this just seemed to be, when his hands pushed forward, Fang Jie's face involuntarily changed.

A layer of golden power combined with the power of earth formed an extremely strong defense before Fang Jie's body. Twilight Mountain's seemingly slow palm set off a raging wave. But this turbulent tide is a little strange, the palm is calm, and there is no palm wind, as if nothing happened.

The two men were about three meters apart, and nothing really happened within those three meters.

The palm wind suddenly appeared in front of Fang Jie's body, and slammed into that layer of defense. What surprised Fang Xie the most was that the palm wind was not a heavy blow, but a hovering chip! It's as if there are countless small and sharp knives hidden in the palm wind, sweeping through them regularly, cutting through Fang Jie's defense layer by layer.

The red light in Fang Jie's eyes flashed and disappeared, but in this flash, Fang Xie saw the article in the palm wind clearly.

This is a very strange internal strength, this internal strength seems to be a strand on the surface, but in fact, there are countless countless small internal strength hidden inside, as if the paper strips of countless weeping willows are tied together, when waving, the wicker is not all hit at once, when the first wicker is whipped, the willow behind has not yet completed the change from back to front.

Fang Jie's red eyes flashed, and he saw a very beautiful scene.

It is described as the internal strength of Twilight Mountain, like a peacock opening the screen.

But Fang Xie knew that it wasn't a peacock opening, it was just a handful...... Broom.

What a strange person, what a strange way of attacking.

What's even more strange is that after Fang Xie blocked this internal strength, the internal energy actually rushed directly behind Fang Xie as if it was bypassing a river with a big stone. Then a huge broom was formed in mid-air and swept over the opposite stand.

In just one moment, everyone in the opposite stands from the first to the third floor was hit with a broom. No matter who it was, they couldn't avoid it. What it's like to be slapped with a broom Not everyone knows, who is okay to shoot someone with a broom? But only those who have been photographed can empathize, it is not only a dense slight pain and itching, but also a feeling of suffocation.

After a few moments, all the clothes of the people on the first to third floors on the opposite side were torn, and then small red marks appeared on their faces.

The reason why it is even more strange is that these people were all hit by brooms, but the things around them did not move at all, including teacups, teapots and even towels, did not move. If this is a type of cleaning, there is no doubt that it is the most precise cleaning.

"Huh?"

Seeing that Fang Xie didn't move, and his own offensive didn't seem to have any effect on Fang Jie, Twilight Mountain was obviously surprised.

"Why are you alright?"

Compared with the large number of ragged people in the stands opposite, the solution that bore the brunt of the problem has not changed. With just one click, Twilight slapped everyone in the stands on the opposite side in the face. He'd said before that he was a little angry because the people were making fun of him. A person with self-esteem can't stand the ridicule of others.

But soon, his attention shifted from those people to Fang Jie.

Fang Xie couldn't move, he felt a little disgusted.

It was as if there was not a person in front of him, but a stone that he could not sweep when he swept the yard. The broom swept over, and the stone was still there. So he could only continue to sweep, one at a time and with more force.

……

……

Sweep can't move

Still can't sweep.

At this moment, the onlookers knew how high this seemingly inconspicuous Daoist cultivation was. It was also at this moment that people knew how high the cultivation of the Martial King Fang Xie was. Twilight Mountain kept sweeping, where was there still something east and west, north and south, where the strength passed, most of the people who had ridiculed him before were swept away, and suddenly became ragged. There are not many people who can stop the strange cultivation of Twilight Mountain. And those who can block it are all gritting their teeth and insisting, where is it so light and light as Fang Jie?

Since you can't sweep, let's change a shovel.

Twilight's hands were clenched, as if he was holding a shovel in his hand, and he slammed it towards Fang Jie's feet. It's a habit, shoveling everything and running down.

How is a shovel that has been shoveled over violently different from a weapon?

Fang Jie's feet ducked down, and the stage let out a dull moan.

Under the force of the feet, it spread down the stage, and with a bang, all the lanterns hanging on the bottom layer fell, that was where the cooks cooked, Fang Xie stepped down, and the flames rising from the big stove in front of the cooks were all pressed down, who had ever seen the flames burn down?

After this kick, Twilight Mountain frowned.

His shovel was trampled on by Fang Jie.

He jerked back a few times, but didn't move.

Only then did he realize that Fang Xie was not a stone that his broom could not sweep, but a mountain that could not be shoveled with a shovel. The shovel was stepped on by Fang Xie and couldn't pull it back, so he naturally discarded it and didn't grab it, but chopped it back and forth with a palm knife with both hands on his chest like hitting someone's back.

Fang Xie couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it turned out that the world was really omnipotent in cultivation.

Dusk Mountain is chopping vegetables, to be precise, chopping stuffing.

Two knives, alternating in turns, extremely fast.

On the top of Fang Jie's head, one knife fell one by one, and one knife was faster than the other. The most amazing thing is that the strength of each knife is exactly the same, the first knife weighs, and the subsequent knife weighs, and not a single point has changed. Zhang Yiyang, who was sitting in the private room drinking tea, couldn't help but sniffle after seeing this scene, as if he was looking for the fragrance of the filling.

It's really scented.

Fang Xie also sniffled vigorously.

"...... stuffed with pork and cabbage"

He said in a low voice, then shook his head: "Lone is not pork, nor cabbage, nor is it a cutting board." ”

He stretched his hands forward violently, and pulled them back as if he had grabbed something in the void, and with a bang, it was as if he had really pulled the two invisible guesses from Twilight's hands, and there were blood marks in Twilight's palms. Fang Xie tugged at it, and the two kitchen knives flew backwards.

Rumble!

The three floors behind Fang Xie were cut through two openings, from the first floor to the third floor. Fang Xie adjusted the strength when he threw the two kitchen knives out, the kitchen knives were cut out of the partition wall between the two private rooms, and in an instant, dust and broken wood flew up, and Yanzilou was cut into two large openings that were half a meter wide.

The bitter thing is that the person sitting in the middle part, after losing support, staggered and looked like he was about to collapse, and he couldn't hold on for long. The frightened charlatans on it began to jump down, and they all fled like dumplings.

The broom is gone, the kitchen knife is gone.

Twilight Mountain was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he muttered, "Sure enough, you still have to do your best." ”

He began to move, wandering around Fang Jie. His speed was very fast, and it didn't take long for him to see people clearly, only a circle of gray shadows remained, as if countless people were running around Fang Jie, and the afterimages were connected with afterimages, and it was impossible to see which was the real body. The grizzled Jianghu guests in the stands still had the heart to ridicule Dusk Mountain at this time, and they were all frightened by the cultivation of the two people on the stage.

"That inconspicuous Taoist actually cultivated so high, Wudang Mountain is really a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden!"

One of them said, spitting the dust from his mouth.

"Don't you think that the Martial King is obviously cultivating higher? Up to now, the Martial King has not fought back, but is only defending. You look back at those two big cuts, if this knife falls on you, you can stop it? But King Wu snatched the sword intent lightly, which is extraordinary! ”

"That's it!"

A person next to him said: "I have long heard that King Wu's cultivation is amazing, and now I have finally seen it." ”

There was a lot of discussion underground, but Fang Xie really couldn't help but want to laugh this time. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if he had endured it very hard. The reason why I want to laugh is because what Twilight Mountain said before really has to exert ten strength, and he is running around Fang Xie at this time, and it is precisely because of his ten efforts that he is ...... Others couldn't understand it, but Fang Xie guessed that Twilight Mountain was ...... Push grinding.

Sure enough, it takes a lot of effort.

Every afterimage is actually real, and the offensive coming towards Fang Xie from all directions is as continuous as the Yangtze River. Not only that, but a huge grinding disc seemed to appear above Fang Jie's head, rotating as Twilight Mountain pushed it, and the speed became faster and lower and lower. He actually regarded Fang Xie as beans, and wanted to grind Fang Xie into powder.

After Fang Xie pondered for a moment, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked in the opposite direction of the void.

Twilight Mountain was running clockwise, and Fang Xie was kicking in a counterclockwise direction.

Click!

The grinding disc stopped suddenly!

Immediately after the grinding disc was shaken out by the force of the emergency stop, and then the corner of the mouth that was shocked was bloodshot and overflowed with blood was Twilight. Fang Xie used the most direct way to stop his grinding disc, the grinding disc couldn't stand it, and he couldn't stand it.

"Defeated"

Zhang Zhenren, who was sitting in the private room, picked the corners of his mouth: "It's really surprising that Xiuwei has entered the realm so quickly." When you were in the southwest, your cultivation was far less than it is now, and at such a speed, it might not take long to touch that barrier. This world is really unfair, it's not who is the strongest and persistent, or who is the most successful, or it depends on talent......"

He got up and left.

"Liu Sanduo"

"Master, what are you telling me to do?"

"In the future, you will stay in the Black Flag Army, and your master and the sixteen disciples of this lineage will also stay. Your master doesn't like to be lively, so you can contact the Black Flag Army if there is anything. He only has to take this line of disciples to do things, in addition, Daozun's affairs Wudangshan does not fight, does not choose, abstains. ”

After saying this, Zhang Zhenren had disappeared into the night.