"Next—"

Huba Cileng stood in the audience, his face full of frustration!

It doesn't matter who the opponent is, Huba Cilen won without a fight, and Huba Cilen grinned and was about to cry: "Mora Moro, Ahururu!" Moro only smiled, Moro couldn't help it, but Ahururu was absent-minded, and was eyebrow-raising with a beautiful woman on the high platform, hey! Woman! Woman! This Huba Cilen understands, Moro said that heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass, everyone is like this, and so is God! Fortunately, there are incompetence and incompetence, and the two of them are also good brothers of Huba Cilen, and they have a little comfort with him when they are lost and annoyed in Huba Cilen's heart.

"Great God! It's so good! Cow, it's a big deal!" "The incompetent immortal is always very understanding.

"Huh, Huba, that, Wuzen fights with you!" Huba, which is the affectionate name of the Wuzen monk for Huba Cileng.

"Nanshan Zen, no Zen, right-"

Wuzen appeared, but he was not in this ring, the northeast was adjacent, and this one was in the north.

No Zen came to power.

Eight hundred and twenty-one people, more than four hundred, said that the time is limited, and there is no room for half a breath: "Shangqing, Niu Dazhi." ”

"I-" Niu Dazhi secretly scolded a dirty word at the moment, and he had the heart to die for a while!

"No, yes, let's go!" The monks of Nanshan Mountain in the Shangqing Dynasty were dumbfounded, and said in their hearts that this was too coincidental: "You are doomed! Uncle Taishi said that Senior Brother Wuzen must be the first, this, you just admit defeat!" Niu Dazhi walked forward with a bitter smile, and he could already hear a sigh behind him. This is fate, Niu Dazhi was originally full of confidence, and Niu Dazhi's internal swordsmanship is also different from what it used to be, but for Wuzen -

Senior Brother Yue said, there is no Zen martial arts, above me.

"Third brother-in-law, you have to let me do a little!" Niu Dazhi sighed.

"Huh?" he is the younger brother of Sister Peony, Wuzen still can't believe it, and Wuzen is also a little confused.

It's a pity that the peony girl is not there, but fortunately, the peony woman is not there.

The two faced each other, Niu Dazhi drew his sword, and Wu Zen was bare-handed. Of course, no matter what, it is better to compare than to see, and Niu Dazhi also wants to see the martial arts of his third brother-in-law. For the unpretentious monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him, Niu Dazhi didn't dare to be negligent, and after a joke, he slowly got up and pinched a sword trick, and his expression was already dignified and solemn: "Shangqing Niu Dazhi, please advise——"

"Come!"

Fang Yin glanced at it, and he also sighed a lot.

It's not strange, what can it be, if Fang Yin is the same for Shang Wuzen, no coincidence.

Fang Yin glanced at Yue Ling again, Yue Ling nodded and smiled at him, the two of them didn't know each other well, but they had a tacit understanding on everything.

Without Zen, you will win, and your ambition will fail.

Sanqing swordsmanship against the eighteen Arhat fists, in the blink of an eye, the two of you come to live and I will fight together. Niu Dazhi's footwork is flexible and smart, the three-point attack comes to choose the opportunity to make the sword, and the seven-point guard comes to be dense and thorough, which is better than a leisurely stroll, and it seems to have the upper hand. Wu Zen fights its white blade with bare hands, but also avoids its edge, no Zen even if there is a vajra incorruptible body is useless, when the Lingshi master said, if the clothes are torn, no Zen is considered to lose.

The same is true of Zen, and it is not what it used to be.

Rigidity to softness, no Zen boxing has changed, and the exercises have reached the realm of harmony.

Vajra is not bad for the seventh layer, and the seventh layer is harmony.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectations, and after hundreds of rounds of tea, the two did not distinguish the winner for a long time. Seeing that it was mediocre, everyone was a little disappointed, but they didn't know that Niu Dazhi was more frightened the more he fought! Before the sword reached the body, he already felt something, like a sharp blade breaking through the water and could not be seen, but what he felt was actually tangible and qualitative! Amazing! Niu Dazhi was already a knowledgeable person, and this kung fu was equivalent to a sword and a sword, and that sword was already a legendary mastery.

Of the eighty-one disciples of the Shangqing Dynasty, only Senior Brother Yue had a slight gain.

said that it was hundreds of rounds, and Wu Zen did not punch out, Wu Zen is a real person, and he really said let go.

You're really welcome, just let it go to the end!

"No!" Wuzen suddenly stood up and shouted.

He said stop when he stopped, but Niu Dazhi stabbed him in the chest with a sword, and he didn't have time to close the momentum: "Ahh

The sword has changed hands.

Niu Dazhi exclaimed, as if he had seen a ghost: "You?"

It's too fast, it can be said that the lightning is flint, Wuzen handed over the long sword, hehe Yile: "Don't compare, you can't compare to Wuzen." "He can't compare to Wuzen, and there is no need to compare with him without Zen, and the truth of Wuzen is very simple. Everyone was stunned, and Niu Dazhi couldn't cry or laugh. But he also knew that his martial arts were too far behind him, and he was also convinced: "No, I admit defeat." "The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, and with the strength of no Zen, you can get another fast word, who is his opponent?

But a small test, Dinghai is not wrong.

Niu Dazhi is also a happy person, took the long sword at the moment, and sighed with a smile: "Worthy of the third brother-in-law, haha, didn't your hand hurt?"

"Look!" Wuzen spread out his right hand and showed him.

Niu Dazhi threw himself to the ground: "Third brother-in-law, are you human?"

"Nanshan Zen Buddhism has no Zen victory, and Shangqing Niu has great ambitions. Next—"

It was already noon, and the Quartet was fighting fiercely, and there were many martial arts and strong people, which could be said to be wonderful and could not be covered up in one word. There are more than 800 people, and they have to fight in all directions, but in fact, today is a day that is more than the number of fights and is extremely long and complicated. In terms of martial arts alone, the winner is elated and the tsunami is shouting, and the defeated is depressed and miserable, but people have a thousand different things, such as no Zen, such as Huba Cileng, such as Niu Dazhi.

Niu Dazhi is very happy, Niu Dazhi is not disappointed at all, his skills are not as good as Niu Dazhi, not to mention that he lost to his third brother-in-law. For this monk's brother-in-law, Niu Dazhi always couldn't help but joke with him: "Third brother-in-law, my eldest sister, what about your daughter-in-law?" At the mention of the peony girl, Wuchan frowned at the moment, and sighed very rarely: "This, Wuzen doesn't know, Brother Fang Yin, do you know?"

Flaming red lips, BMW beauty, of course, Daoist Fang's impression of the Peony Woman is also very deep: "Didn't Master Kuzhu say it, he was tied to the iron chain." As a big disciple of Yuelao Mountain Peach Blossom Nunnery, Mrs. Kuzhu will inherit the mantle of guarding the foolish gods, and it can be said that there is a long way to go.

Fan Yuechan did not sign up, and the two had more important and difficult tasks. Yuechan looked at Wuhua stupidly, her eyes fluttered and her cheeks were dizzy, since there is a little Lingxiu in Nanshan, then it is time for Monk Lingxiu to retire. Li Fan peeked at Yue Ling, his face was resentful, and he heard that this outstanding young Taoist priest was already famous, and Li Fan had mixed tastes in his heart. Each has its own desires, each has its own fun, and the excitement of the martial arts conference is not only a competition, but also a relationship.

A word of love is difficult to describe and difficult to draw.

"Jin Yu Palace Lin Dai, to Shangqing-"

Fang Yin smiled slightly, and Lin Dai smiled slightly.

In just a moment and a half, the two looked at each other thousands of times, and the fate between people is the most wonderful thing.

At first sight, there is a place to go.