There is a word called the frog at the bottom of the well.

There is a word called Yelang arrogance.

There is a word called not knowing whether to live or die.

There's a word called laughing off big teeth!

Of course it is, and it must be, referring to Fang Yin, Fang Daoist.

Daoist Fang wants to challenge the wordless warrior monks of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, Taoist Fang wants to discuss Zen with the abbot of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, and Taoist Fang wants to face the Dinghai monk of Nanshan Zen Buddhism again, pass three levels, and see no Zen! This matter, Nanshan Zen Buddhism up and down, young and old, including sweepers, gatekeepers, all the monks know. Everyone thinks that Daoist Fang is crazy, he is killing himself for short-sightedness, not to mention the three levels, he can't pass half the level-

Dinghai gave a death order, and no one was allowed to see Wuzen. Wu Chan is facing the wall, and even the matter of sending water and food is done by Dinghai himself, at this time, there is no second person in the world except Dinghai who can see Wu Chan. But this Taoist priest named Fang Yin said, I, I want to see! And said, to ensure that you pass the three levels, it is easy and happy, it is too simple!

Okay, the cowhide has been blown up, and all that's left is to have fun.

When. Fine. Cloudless.

The first level, the competition.

This time, the competition Nanshan Zen sect is full of doors, except for the non-Zen monks, they have all arrived.

The monk assembly, all bald, with only one wild road, tied with a ponytail, stood in the middle of it in an extremely ridiculous way.

This piece of sky is extraordinarily bright!

Referee: Spirit Stone. Moderator: Lingxiu. Judge: Empty sorrow.

Contestants: no flowers, no washing, no ability, Fang Yin.

Everyone else is an audience, the old ones have seats, and the old people are on the side, there are more than 200 in total.

There were too many people present, of course, there was only one old one, Dinghai.

Only Dinghai sits, under a tree, on a big chair, like an old monkey.

It's majestic.

Fighting method: wheel battle.

The first game: Wuhua VS Fang Yin

Wuhua appeared on the stage, dressed in white cloth, and stood with a sword in his hand.

This person is known as Nanshan Xiaolingxiu, the appearance is not picked, there is a station there is a jade tree in the wind, and the posture is chic.

"Big brother. Fang Yin smiled: "Please-"

"Hmph, don't slap the sycophants, who is your senior brother!" Wuhua sighed: "Kill chickens, use a knife?"

Lingxiu presided over and said: "Bodhidharma seventy-two swords, yes, three clear thirty-six swords." ”

Kong Bei commented: "Bodhidharma's sword technique will win!"

Lingshi refereed: "Begin." ”

Lingxiu said that Wuhua is the elder brother of the wordless generation, and his martial arts are second only to Wuzen.

Fang Yin took out his sword.

A long rainbow runs through the sun, Fang Yin remembered the past-

The shape is also lazy, and the momentum is also soft, which is called no move to win and have a move, this sword is like Fang Yin's person.

Wuhua still stood with her sword in her arms, only one side, and avoided the sword lightly: "Hey!"

A style of geese over the phonograph, have the predecessors ever imagined -

Arrogance, I don't know the depths, I am confused all day long, and some people have wasted something.

Wuhua shook his head and sighed, the sword still didn't come out, only a style of Su Qin's back sword, blocked it with the scabbard: "Hey!"

A type of inverted bead curtain, my heart is extremely nostalgic -

Mid-Autumn Festival competition, in the ring, that bloody loneliness, that pair of watery eyes!

"Hey!" Wuhua sighed again, Wuhua took out the sword, a style of immortal pointed the way, and gently opened the sword: "Three moves!"

It means that three moves to win the Taoist priest, only three moves!

One move sweeps the leaves, one trick is the golden ferry, and one move is to turn back! No more, no less, exactly three moves!

I only heard a choking sound, and the swordless sword had been returned to its sheath!

The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back.

Lingxiu presided over and said, "Uncle Empty Sorrow—"

Empty sorrow commented: "Waste!"

Lingshi refereed and said: "Fang Yin wins, no flower defeat." ”

The monks were in an uproar.

The flowerless sword was inserted in Fang Yin's sheath! and Fang Yin pressed the sword against his chest: "Hey! Three moves!"

It's not true! It's a dream! At least that's what Wuhua thinks.

But everyone looked at him, shaking their heads and sighing, but impotent cheered, "Haha!

Wuhua was defeated, and was extremely unwilling, Wuhua ran away with his hands covering his face, ready to die to thank the world: "Ah-"

Wuhua didn't figure out why until he died.

Why did he obviously calculate this sword that he couldn't dodge, and why did his scabbard, no matter how coincidentally it was, it seemed that he had been prepared for a long time and was waiting there 10,000 years ago.

Scene 2: Wudi VS Fang Yin

Wu Di appeared, holding a Zen staff, and there was no more contempt on his face: "Amitabha, Master Fang, please!"

Wudi has also grown up, no longer fantasizing, slaying demons and destroying demons, and the staff method is also crazy!

Fang Yin's face was calm, and he was colorless: "Second Senior Brother, please give me advice." ”

The bones of Wuxuan grew and the body was stout, and the Zen staff in his hand was one and a half people tall: "You first!

Lingxiu presided over: "Crazy wand method, yes, Sanqing sword method." ”

Empty sorrow commented: "The mad wand method will win!"

Lingshi refereed: "Begin." ”

Fang Yin took out the sword first, and the rainbow ran through the sun, moving forward!

This time, it's different.

No washing, one step back.

Fang Yinjin flew to attack, and his wrist and arm shook followed by a lightning shock, and he went straight to the throat of Wuxuan!

There is no retreat, and the body is retreated.

A sword missed, and the moon came out in nine days, and the sword spit out a cold man, and obliquely picked its left shoulder.

Wudi flew back, took out the cane, and swept out with a cane: "Woo-"

Fang Yin flew back, Fang Yin couldn't be, Fang Yin could only retreat and couldn't block, Ke Wu couldn't be destroyed here! The situation reversed in an instant, Fang Yin retreated and retreated, and there was no power to make a move, and the Wudi swept and vertical splitting moves opened and closed, a Zen staff made of stainless steel was thick and black and bright, it was really fierce and hateful! It was a staff long, and a staff was strong! Immediately, the staff flower danced, and the shadow of the staff was all over the sky, only the sound of whining and breaking the air was connected into a line, and the tiger roared again and again.

If you don't go crazy, you won't survive!

Just like the previous battle with the mad monk in Jiangzhou City, Fang Yin still can't be a trick without strength!

Fang Yin was completely at a disadvantage, retreating and retreating, as if he was fleeing.

Yes, in the face of real strength, any intrigue is a floating cloud.

Fang Yin was not Wudi's opponent in the first place, just as Fang Yin was not Wuhua's opponent in the first place.

This time, so what?

See the Mad Wand method again, who will help this time?

Of course, when it comes to the Mad Wand Method, there is no such thing as a sure sea in the world. Lingxiu, the host, is not a decoration, so when Daoist Fang struggled to support and run away in circles, he showed his eloquence: "This is the crazy wand method, when my Zen Dinghai master and uncle swept the world with this rod method, and he was invincible!

"It can be seen that Uncle Dinghai's martial arts are the first in the world, and no one can match them!"

"The world is invincible! the world is invincible!" all the monks heard the words and went to see Dinghai one after another, shouting that they were incompetent, and they jumped and jumped!

Dinghai sat still, without any expression, and did not say a word.

Just nodded.

"There is a person who is known as a powerful man. Lingxiu began to talk about allusions, or the history of the rivers and lakes: "There is a person who is famous and blameless." As soon as the three words Li Wujiao came out, the faces of everyone present changed color, and they didn't look at the competition, but only looked at Lingxiu: "This Li Wuzhi is one of the thirty-three killers of the True Dragon Sect, making a soft sword, the human number snake sword, and the sword name is Mo Lian." And Li Wuyi is the master of the True Dragon Sect, known as the king of killers, and is the brother of Li Wujiao. In the battle of Shili Pavilion outside Qingzhou City, the snake sword was killed by Xue Wanli, and before he died, he passed the ink practice in his hand to a person, and that person was——"

Little recipe!

The past came to his heart, and for a while, Fang Yinteng had already returned Ke Wu to the sheath when he moved and dodged, holding a sword in one hand and stroking his waist with the other: "Huh-" Lingxiu raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Shangqing Zhongren, don't do anything in secret!" At the place where the words fell, Mo Lian came out silently, trembling a little as if he was happy, and suddenly condensed straight as a line: "Second senior brother, be careful." The monks exclaimed, and Wu Di turned a deaf ear, and a Zen staff danced heavier and more fiercely, becoming more and more crazy, and it seemed that his eyes suddenly turned red: "Kill!"

It is convenient for Nanshan Zen Buddhism, and ink practice has seen the light of day.

The long-dormant anger, the longing to devour blood for a long time, Mo Lian is like a snake that has been waiting for a long time, waiting to be devoured! This is a fierce sword, thin and narrow, long and thin, and the ink-colored sword body is like a match, and the glimmer is swallowed. It was Mo Lian who made Wu Di's eyes red, Wu Di felt the resentment and poison in the sword, and Mo Lian suddenly provoked Wu Di's vigorous and vigorous ignorant karmic fire: "Kill whoa-"

Sizzle, snort, plop.

Sharp, subtle, dull, no cleansing only felt a light hand, and the Zen staff was broken in an instant.

This is a tin iron Zen staff, the head of the staff is plated, and its circle is like a lamp.

A sword severes!

"Kill, kill!" "Wu Di was as if he didn't realize it, with his staff as a stick, roaring like thunder, rushing like rain, and the general mad wand covered his face with his head and face: "Wow, yes, yes-"

"Sizzle-" "Snort-" "Plop!

Mo Lian is incomparably sharp, and it is really a sharp weapon.

Lingxiu presided over and said, "Uncle Empty Sorrow?

Empty sadness commented: "Less nonsense!"

Lingshi refereed: "Fang Yin wins, there is no defeat." ”

Wu Di lowered his head, looking at an inch-long short stick in his hand, stunned.

The faces of the monks were different, and the faces of the wordless monks were indignant, and the incompetent immortals were greedy: "Sword!

The sea is closed, and the face sinks like water.

The third game: incompetence VS Fang Yin

"Hey, hey, hey—" The incompetent monk shook his head and sighed, and pointed: "Whoever you are, if you admit defeat, I will spare you from death." ”

The one who was speechless.

"They, they, I mean, they!" Wu Yi pointed and pointed at every wordless monk, "They are not my opponents, and even Wu Chan is my defeated men, so-"

They were all speechless.

"You remember, I'll remind you again!" Impotence reminded again seriously and responsibly: "This immortal is a copper-headed iron arm, and King Kong is not a bad body, so don't hit me with your fist for a while, otherwise your fist will be split into eight petals, and your arm will be broken, well, broken into several pieces, and suddenly become a cripple......

Daoist Fang was overshadowed for a while, and all the monks were also gloomy.

Lingxiu presided over: "Eighteen Arhat fists, yes, Yuqing thirty-six palms." ”

Kong Bei commented: "Nanshan Zen will win!"

Lingshi refereed: "Begin." ”

"Oh!

Fang Daoist went up and kicked it, the incompetent monk was arrogant and unguarded, and kicked him with four feet in the sky at the moment: "Bold! villain!" Of course, the incompetent immortal is not a vegetarian, but it can be said that the art industry is amazing, and he roared at the moment, and a lazy donkey rolled over and jumped up: "Die!" See Arhat Eighteen again, see Eighteen Arhats again, this time by the incompetent monk, the same is a tiger and a tiger with a plank and an eye: "Sitting on a lion and riding an elephant! Descending the dragon and subduing the tiger! Hehe! Haha!"

In this scene, Fang Yin wanted to have a good fight to see how he was. Fang Yin faced each other with Yuqing's thirty-six palms, one move and one fist, and did not neglect him because the opponent was incompetent. When the internal breath was urging, he only felt refreshed, his body was as light as a swallow, and his pace was vigorous, and Fang Yin experienced a wonderful feeling. It's just not beautiful, my arms hurt, my legs hurt, and there was a bang when my fists and feet intersected, but I didn't expect this incompetent kung fu to be very hard!

Don't you know that the incompetent monk is also enduring the severe pain and fighting bravely! The incompetent monk only feels that he is fighting with a donkey, beating and kicking him and kicking him violently, causing pain and pain in his own body! The incompetent monk has already had the idea of retreating, and he has given up his defeat, or simply accepted defeat, and went straight to the ground to lie down. But Master said that incompetence cannot be defeated, so incompetence must never be defeated! If incompetence is defeated, you have to fight with Master again, a hundred battles!

The two masters, evenly matched, actually played half a catty and eight taels, and after 800 moves, they still did not win or lose.

Lingxiu presided: "Incompetent, what a tough guy!"

Empty sadness commented: "I'm crying again!"

Lingshi refereed: "If you can't win, Fang Yin will lose." ”

Incompetence won, incompetence won the final victory, so in the cry of incompetence punched Fang Yin in the chest, Fang Yin's face was painful, and he couldn't get up: "Okay, good kung fu! I lost!" Incompetence smiled with tears, and the general helped him up: "Hey! I said a long time ago, my magic skills protect the body, you, you can't do it!" Fang Yin sighed, his face was defeated: "Nanshan Zen Buddhism, Nanshan Zen Buddhism, it really deserves its reputation!"

The host of Lingxiu was impartial, and raised his voice: "Uncle Empty Sorrow-"

Kongbei was fair and just, commenting: "One Fang Yin battle with scheming, two Fang Yin with sharp weapons, three games finally lost due to poor strength, so my Nanshan Zen sect won, so this competition is a level-"

Lingshi nodded and said, "But." ”