Hearing this, Lin Fan nodded in agreement.

Masters are not made overnight.

Just like the original Sword Saint Lonely Sword, he went through countless battles in his life, and died nine times before he finally won the title of Sword Saint.

In the world, there may indeed be only one sword saint, but you don't see how many white bones are piled up under the supreme honor of this sword.

In the ring.

The joust continues.

The abbot of Lingnan Temple, relying on his own King Kong not to break his body, directly fought with Long'er to fight the true yuan.

Seeing that Long'er is still young, Zhenyuan is not defeated at all, and he is about to lose.

Lin Fan in the audience pursed his lips slightly, and said softly: "Silly boy, who asked you to fight with him for Zhenyuan, did I teach you twenty-two swords, are they all given for nothing?" ”

Sword Twenty-Two!

Central Plains Sword Saint, the work of a lifetime!

Even if there is no true yuan support, just by virtue of the subtlety of its sword twenty-two, this set of swordsmanship can be regarded as a peerless study in the world.

Especially the last move, Sword Twenty-two, is a peerless swordsmanship that the Sword Saint has painstakingly studied for many years.

In the ring, after Long Er heard Lin Fan's words, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's right, how did I forget the Holy Spirit Sword Technique that Uncle Lin taught me!"

Long Er patted his bare head, and after reacting, he immediately stopped entanglement with the abbot of Nanling Temple.

He directly pulled out an iron sword from the weapon rack on the edge of the ring, and then slowly used the moves in the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

"Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Sword One!"

Whoa!

The iron sword in the dragon's hand was like a dragon in an instant, flying up and down, dazzling the eyes of the monks in the audience.

Meanwhile.

The abbot of Nanling Temple on the stage originally looked proud, ready to wait for work, and when Long'er completely lost his strength, he would directly end the battle.

However, since the other party got the sword in his hand and began to use this exquisite set of swordsmanship, the abbot of Nanling Temple felt that he was a little powerless, and he couldn't run King Kong smoothly.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, the abbot of Nanling Temple waved his hand and motioned for Long Er to stop first.

"What kind of swordsmanship do you have, why, I have never seen it in Buddhism?"

Buddhism, there are also warrior monks who know swordsmanship, and there are also stunts.

It's just that the swordsmanship of Buddhism is more inclined to be heavy, and there is no light and agile path like the Holy Spirit swordsmanship.

Long Er sneered, raised the iron sword in his hand, and lightly pulled out a sword flower.

"Created by the Dugu Sword Saint, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique is also!"

As the last word fell, the dragon's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

When he appeared again, he had already come to the abbot of Nanling Temple.

"Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Sword Two!"

"Sword Three!"

"Sword Four!"

......

"Sword Twenty-two!"

Long'er's true yuan, although it is not profound, his kendo talent is very demonic.

This set of Holy Spirit Sword Technique seems to have been created for him.

In his hands, even if he doesn't use True Yuan, he can exert at least half of his power.

Under this set of swordsmanship, the abbot of Nanling Temple had no backhand power at all, and was directly picked up by Long'er with a sword and fell outside the ring.

On a high platform.

Seeing this, the white-bearded old monk in charge of presiding over shouted in a deep voice: "The victory and defeat have been divided, now, who else wants to challenge the representative of Lanruo Temple?" ”

I asked this sentence three times in a row.

But no one in the audience dared to respond.

Thinking about it, even Xiling Xiaofo, a big master who became famous a few years ago, lost in the hands of this hairy boy, who would dare to despise the young child in front of him.

Seeing this, the white-bearded old monk on the high platform nodded with satisfaction and announced loudly:

"Since no one has challenged it, the leader of this temple alliance conference is ...... Lanruo Temple! ”

Hearing the white-bearded old monk announce the results, the monks of Lanruo Temple in the audience all cheered and excited.

On the other hand, the monks of the other five monasteries on the other side all looked defeated.

"That kid is really a demon, and even the laughing Buddha in our temple is not an opponent!"

"It's not just a laughing Buddha, haven't you seen that the host of Nanling Temple has been defeated by others, and the old face has been lost."

"Alas, they are all dozens of years old, and they can't even beat a child, a handful of age... It's really alive to a dog. ”

"Let's go, it's the leader of Lanruo Temple again, let's go back and practice hard."

That night.

A grand celebration was held at Lanruo Temple.

Although Buddhism pays attention to a purity, but for such a major event as obtaining the leader of the alliance, Lanruo Temple still celebrated lively.

Who said that Buddhist disciples are not competitive?

On the contrary, these monks are benevolent, righteous and moral, and compassionate.

In his bones, he values fame and fortune more than anyone else.

Otherwise, why would they overhaul the Golden Buddha of the monastery.

Isn't it good to learn from other Taoist priests and go to the deep mountains and old forests to cultivate your own way?

In the final analysis, as long as you are in the mortal world, no matter who you are, you can't escape the word fame and fortune.

The next day.

Lin Fan and Youruo were about to return to Wushuang City, and during this period, Long'er also wanted to go back.

But helplessly, the monks of Lanruo Temple, large and small, can treat him, the leader of the alliance, as if they were treasures, and say nothing and not let him go.

As a result, he could only stay in Lanruo Temple and become the leader of the alliance for a period of time.

A few days later, Lin Fan and Youruo returned to Wushuang City.

As soon as they went back, the two of them heard from the second dream that there were guests in Wushuang City!

And named Lin Fan.

"Looking for me?"

Lin Fan's face was strange, he couldn't think of who it was, so he deliberately came to Wushuang City to look for him.

It was the second dream on the side, glanced at Lin Fan, and said angrily: "Maybe, it's the romantic debt you caused there again, and the girl is now coming to the door." ”

Lin Fan: "......"

Immediately, Lin Fan changed into light clothes.

In the living room of the City Lord's Mansion, I saw this person who was named and wanted to find himself!

It's not the girl Youruo said, but a middle-aged man.

Moreover, I had never seen this person before.

Lin Fan was a little curious about the identity of the other party, and why he deliberately came to Wushuang City to find himself!

"Your Excellency is the Lord of Lin City, you are in the middle of the void, there is something here, I want to please the Lord of Lin City!" The middle-aged man arched his hand.

"Empty ......"

After silently reciting the name, Lin Fan immediately remembered.

In the original plot, Huaikong is the apprentice of the Iron God of Iron Heart Island, and there is also an elder brother named Huai Xuan.

But.

According to the plot, this Huaikong should still be his young hero, how could he come to himself for nothing?

"Tell me, what the hell are you looking for me? This son doesn't like crooked people! Lin Fan said directly.

When Huaikong heard this, he smiled and said: "It is said that the free prince indulges in the rivers and lakes, and there are three confidants by his side, he does not love the country and loves the beauty, he is a very wonderful person, and when I see it today, it is really extraordinary!" ”

Speaking of this, Huaikong sighed lightly, and said: "Since the city lord of Lin has said so, then Huaikong will not go around the bend, Huaikong is here to ask the city lord to borrow a sword!" ”