Shaolin Temple is located at the foot of Shaosi Mountain, there are more than a dozen rings at the moment for competition, basically every sect in the martial arts has people to participate in the competition, some people know that their strength is insufficient and want to come to see for a long time, after all, they can see the battle between the top masters for themselves also have a certain improvement and understanding.

The disciples of the law enforcement hall of the Shaolin Temple are holding law enforcement sticks to maintain order, if someone makes trouble, they will take action, and if they encounter something that cannot be solved, there will be a senior monk of the Shaolin Temple to take action, but on this occasion, even the lawless wicked people do not dare to make a mistake.

"Senior Brother Abbot, this Qiao Feng killed Senior Brother Xuanku, and committed heinous evil deeds in Juxianzhuang, and he still dared to come to participate in the martial arts conference, do you want us to do it now" A monk of the Xuanzi generation stood beside the abbot Xuanci and whispered quietly.

Xuan Ci shook his head, "Many things are not clear yet, not necessarily Qiao Feng's doing, and anyone can come to the martial arts conference, if we do it at this time, won't it make the heroes of the world laugh?" ”

"Okay," the senior monk of the Xuanzi generation saw that the abbot said so, so he didn't say anything more.

"Amitabha" Xuan Ci performed a Buddha ceremony.

Although there are many rings, there are a few that gather the most people around the rings because they have the most exciting competitions!

The people on the stage were confronting, and the melon-eating crowd in the audience was also discussing fiercely.

"Look, Qingfeng Sword Xu Daochang is actually here to participate in this conference"

"Who is the man across from him? How come it's never seen before? ”

"He is the sword god Zhuo Bufan, it is said that he has never lost a sword against a person, but he lost to a young man in an inn in the south of the Gusu River a few days ago"

"Sword God? Losing to young people? I think this is completely his own boastful name, how can any sword god lose to a young man" The man shook his head, a very disappointed expression.

About ninety percent of the people around the ring support Qingfeng Sword Xu Daochang, because he has been obsessed with kendo for more than forty years, and no one in the martial arts does not admire him, and he is a figure who has been famous for a long time.

Although Zhuo Bufan was named the Sword God by the good deeds, his reputation only spread among the martial arts people in the past two years, and it was far less resounding than the Qingfeng Sword.

In addition, the news that Zhuo Bufan was defeated by a young man spread a month ago, and his reputation as a sword god deteriorated, and he never appeared in the martial arts again in this month, and people said that he retired because he lost, but he didn't expect to appear again at the martial arts conference.

What they didn't know was that Zhuo Bufan came to this martial arts conference today just to wait for someone.

"Your name is the Sword God? Young man, not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue? "The Dao long white beard in the Taoist robe reached his chest, and he carried a sword on his back, looking like a fairy wind Dao bone.

"This name is not self-proclaimed by me, besides, what is my name, and what does it have to do with you?" Zhuo Bufan looked at Xu Daochang with disdain, not taking him in his eyes at all.

"I hope your swordsmanship can be as hard as your mouth," Xu Daochang frowned, pulled out his sword and held it in his hand.

"Hmph," Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly and didn't say anything more.

"I announce, the game begins" An old monk next to the ring was the referee of the ring, and when he saw that the two of them had finished speaking, he was ready to announce the start of the game.

As soon as the words fell, Xu Daochang was ready to use his best Qingfeng swordsmanship to subdue the opponent within three moves, and then shocked the audience.

But before he could draw his sword, he felt a chill on his neck.

The originally noisy crowd all fell silent.

Zhuo Bufan held a three-foot long sword and stuck it to Xu Daochang's neck, a shallow wound was cut on his neck, and the blood fell drop by drop, wetting his shoulder.

"Dare to ask Dao Chief, I wonder if my swordsmanship is hard enough?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a sneer.

Xu Daochang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, people could clearly see the ups and downs of his throat, he was afraid that Zhuo Bufan would kill him directly with a sword, although the martial arts conference was not allowed to kill the enemy, but it was not without precedent.

The referee monk was also stunned for a while, he didn't expect the battle to end so quickly, one is the sword god, the other is the Qingfeng sword, no matter how you have to fight for more than ten rounds, right?

But now it's only one turn

A sword

"I declare, Zhuo Bu Sheng," the old monk hurriedly announced.

Zhuo Bufan withdrew his long sword, carefully wiped the blood from it with the hem of his clothes, and then jumped out of the ring.

"Brother Tai, good swordsmanship" Qiao Feng said with his hands in fists, he had been watching from the audience since his own game, and happened to see Zhuo Bufan's thunderous sword.

"Don't dare, let Brother Qiao Feng laugh" Zhuo Bufan saw that it was Qiao Feng, and hurriedly hugged his fists in return, not only because he was called Qiao Feng, but also because he was that person's eldest brother.

"Okay, I didn't expect that there are still people who dare to call me brothers, I will definitely invite you to have a drink another day" Qiao Feng patted Zhuo Bufan's shoulder.

"By the way, what about your brother?" Zhuo Bufan asked, he had been in Shaolin Temple for a long time, and he had played a few games, but he didn't find Chen Ziang.

"You mean Chen Ziang, Brother Chen?" Qiao Feng asked suspiciously.

"That's right, it's him"

"I'm also curious, if he is the first to come to this martial arts conference, it must be him, maybe something important is delayed, right?" Qiao Feng thought that Chen Ziang would also come to participate in this martial arts conference, but after arriving, he found that he didn't come at all.

Zhuo Bufan sighed lightly when he heard this, and he was not interested.

Fifty kilometers away from Mt. Shaomuro, in the dense forest, the fox was running wildly with its hooves, but its speed was more than half as slow as before.

Chen Ziang patted its neck and said, "You color embryo, you know how to play with female beasts!" I said how I vaguely heard strange sounds in the middle of the night last night."

According to his original estimate, he had already arrived at Shaolin Temple early, and he had been delayed because of his cunning.

Last night, Chen Ziang didn't take the fox back to the third space, but let it spend the night outside, after all, he was also bored and panicked when he stayed in the third space, but he didn't expect it to be a bad thing.

Last night, he ran to the dense forest next door and took more than a dozen doe, and fought from night to dawn, fighting all night!

As a result, the speed of running today is not as good as before, because the hooves are soft, how can I still have the strength to run.

"Boss, anyway, this martial arts first is also a breeze for you, and there is no need to compete with those scumbags on the same stage," said with a smile.

Chen Ziang shook his head, although what he said made sense, but he won the first place in Huashan Ronjian in the Condor Heroes, and he also won the first place in the martial arts conference in reality.

"Forget it, let me do it myself" Chen Ziang put away his cunning, hugged Wang Yuyan and carried Tiyunzong towards Shaolin Temple.

Now it's not far from the Shaolin Temple, so it won't be too tiring.

There are poems and clouds: Wudang Tiyun is longitudinal, and it is easy to walk!

(End of chapter)