Chapter 687

There are only three people hiding on the sea, but all of them are monks of Xuankong realm. None of them is weak. Even if he is a sword practitioner, it is difficult to fight against two at the same time.

Not to mention there were four ferocious monks in the opposite side.

China is very big, but not so big. As long as they are the leaders of the sect, they can know seven or eight.

Liu Meng, who has white hair, is said to be from the Wulin. He got the chance to grow into a monk in Xuankong step by step. No one has seen him for more than ten years.

The old monk, who had shaved his head, said nothing. He just sat on the sea and let the waves beat, but he could not stain his shabby robe.

The old monk's name is Yuanfeng. He was a master more than 100 years ago. His accomplishments are outstanding in Penglai.

The last one grunted and hawed. His name was Liu San Dao, and his voice was as loud as a bell.

He suddenly drank, and just as the general scene said in the mouth is almost the same: "don't get caught quickly."

Don't you dare to yell at him, but it's not good for him to yell after him?

If Chang Hu and Xu Hanshan had not made a big fuss this time, Penglai region might have lost face, and they would not have cared about such a trivial matter.

At the moment, even if they come, they can't do anything to bully the small. They still go together.

When they come to this state, they are most concerned about face.

After a look at the monk behind him, he shook his head in secret. Among the people who came, he didn't say a word. Indeed, he was the only one with selfish intentions.

Buddhism did not know when it began to look for the path left by Qinglian hermits.

I don't know how many Buddhists have spent their lives on this issue.

Liu San Dao is very clear about the persistence of Buddhism. In the past, he was secretly surprised, but later he was used to it.

Compared with ordinary monks, there are few normal people in Buddhism.

Liu Meng murmured: "if you are caught with your hands tied, you can still avoid the pain of skin and flesh."

Xu Hanshan just sneered and didn't speak.

He opposite, crane Wu Taoist priest burst out laughing: "I think you should quickly put your hands to arrest, with more cheat less, face all don't want!"

Liu Meng a Leng, startled way: "you are opposite me wait to start?"

"I think so. If I were the only one, I would have. But the three of you may not be able to keep Xu Hanshan. " The crane without Taoist priest sneers at him and looks at the big monk.

"Amitabha Buddha" the great monk once praised the name of Buddha, "Taoist priest, why do you say this For more than ten years, there has been no monk of Xuankong realm. Xu Hanshan has a vicious nature. Why not put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha

Liu Meng looked sideways, and Liu san dao laughed. Even if the monks had a big hatred with Xu Hanshan, they had to scold him secretly: he was bald.

Xu Hanshan's sword cultivation, the Taoist technique of the eight classics, now asked him to switch to Buddhism, what's more, "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha."

This is the result that everyone is unwilling to face, especially Xu Hanshan.

He glared at monk Yuanfeng: "I'm vicious? Should I lay down my butcher's knife and become a Buddha? I think I've destroyed your Buddhism. I'm more dignified than Taoism. Is it in the dog's stomach

Monk Yuanfeng didn't like to be angry, "benefactor, it's my generation to kill demons and Demons..."

"As you say, I am a devil?" Xu Hanshan sneered, "there is an ascetic who wants to capture my footwork outside the magic capital. I think it has something to do with you."

Monk Yuanfeng sighed, "that's the nephew of the poor monk, who has been locked into the commandment hall and has not been allowed to leave the sect for decades."

"For fear of my master's revenge?" The smile on Xu Hanshan's face has always been there, smiling very cold.

"Yes or no..." Monk Yuanfeng replied truthfully that he had already regretted the muddy water.

"How dare you fight?" Xu Hanshan sent out the invitation and didn't want to talk nonsense any more.

Monk Yuanfeng nodded his head, held his Buddhist staff, and went to Xuhan mountain in three or two steps.

"His Buddhist staff weighs 1000 Jin, which is made of red gold and cold iron outside the sky. Each blow weighs thousands of Jin. Although there is no name for a spiritual instrument, there is a truth. " In a high voice, he Wudao introduced to each monk the origin and power of the Zen stick in monk Yuanfeng's hands.

Xu Hanshan's body retreated abruptly. His long sword with countless sword shadows killed him in an instant. However, he was parried by a Buddhist staff of monk Yuanfeng.

It's hard to explain the change in words. After chasing and escaping, Xu Hanshan had his own purpose in every step. The blooming green lotus flowers remained in his pace.

"Ha

With a loud drink, monk Yuanfeng brandished his Zen stick and hit the air. The visible airflow surged into a stream and hit Xu Hanshan.

As soon as he raised his hand, he sang in a loud voice: "you can't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

"Green lotus sword song!" Some people are very calm and stare at Xu Hanshan's every move carefully.

It is said that the green lotus master is a sword, a pot of wine, praise "ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles do not leave a line." Fang created a great reputation in the world of practice.After careful calculation, it was more than 1000 years ago. None of the monks present lived at that time. They only knew the name of Qinglian sword song, but did not know the truth.

Lotus flowers float, like the flowers bloom and wither, harmony and disharmony.

With a sigh, his voice spread to the ears of "five horses, thousands of gold fur, hoo'er will come out for wine, and share with you the eternal sorrow."

"Keng!"

A long sword made of lotus leaves comes out of his hand and runs through Yuanfeng's right hand. The Zen stick falls to the ground, and the air current has no traction and impacts on it.

Air can be seen everywhere. Even if it is pulled, no one thinks that the air will have great power. It is not as powerful as the Zen stick.

"Boom Numerous lotus leaves fly, lotus petals are also shaken, become the size of peach blossom, flutter, scattered.

After a few steps back, Xu Hanshan stopped retreating and took a deep breath to contain the blood in his mouth.

"You lost!"

Only for a moment, Xu Hanshan had the upper hand. He pointed at the long sword and looked at the bloody monk Yuanfeng.

This is his first time to defeat the monk in the dark realm, or so neat.

"I lost." Monk Yuanfeng pulled off a corner of his robe, wrapped it in his right hand, shook his head and left.

"How dare you fight?" Xu Hanshan said, as long as you can see that Xu's victory is not easy, even difficult.

To kill a thousand enemies is always to lose eight hundred.

Liu Meng and Liu Sandao can't bully the younger generation, especially now that he is slightly injured.

He Wudao long stepped into the air and walked side by side with Xu Hanshan, "forget about the first battle. Let's talk about each other. Who do you two know will fight with me? Who will compete with Xu Daoyou again? "

When he won, monk Yuanfeng also won. On one side, he was a young master, on the other hand, he was a famous Buddhist master.

Even if you don't like Xu Hanshan's friars, you can't call them friends. If you don't have enough strength, you have to call them seniors.

This is the case in the realm of practice: there is no order in learning, and the one who reaches is respected.

The one hundred year old xuanming realm must be called an elder of dozens of years old. This is not about age, it only depends on strength.

Liu Meng and Liu Sandao have been looking at each other all the time. They can't tell who is going to deal with Xu Hanshan. They care about their face and are not willing to fight Xu Hanshan.

The top monks in the dark realm of the Terran can live up to 500 years old. They are all hundreds of years old and have learned the destiny. However, Xu Hanshan is only in his thirties. He has a long way to go in the future. If he dies, his family and inheritance may be destroyed.

What's more, Tang Chuan is behind him. The monk in the middle of Xuankong was younger, and though his achievements were not obvious, he was still a stubble.

"I've known you for decades, but I haven't learned from you. Why don't you fight with me?" He Wu Taoist priest chuckles and looks at Liu Meng.

With a bitter smile, Liu san dao had to say, "please give me your advice."

A big war is imminent.

……

In Penglai City, Tang Chuan stood in the air. After he had detained several monks and got what he wanted, he looked far away. However, his open mind caught a familiar figure.

"How could he be here?" He murmured and hugged Zhou xiaonuo. Every step was so close that he stopped when he was not far away.

"Who are you?" Zhang Daochang was carrying a tiger on his back and was in a rage. He held a long sword which had not yet opened.

"If you don't kill Chang Hu, just give it to us If you want to save, it's OK to offend your master. " The head of the group, with a plain knife in his hand, asked and answered himself.

"I know that Lao Zhang, you are not weak in strength. Recently, you have a new method of cultivation. The increase in strength is not a little bit." The man knew Zhang Laodao very well and said, "but are you the opponent of our four monks in the later period of xuanming? You haven't stepped out yet

Taoist priest Zhang sneered, "who said I didn't take that step!"

It was still that not strong body, some gray hair under the rough face, close to the Taoist robe covered his body.

"Second, third, seventh, kill!" The man is not wasting his time, he ordered.

The four men were reluctant to fight against the monk at the peak of xuanming realm, but if they cooperated with each other, they could not be killed.

The strength of a monk is that he is strong on cultivation. He has not enough time to accumulate or talent. There is no difference between stepping in and not stepping in.

"There are others!" Tang Chuan keenly found several monks hiding outside, similar clothing, similar strength.

"Xiao Nuo, wait for me. I'll solve some thieves." Tang Chuan finished this sentence and floated up.

A moment later, he came back again, with a few dull eyed prisoners standing in a row, walking mechanically.

"They..." Zhou xiaonuo asked.

"Some thieves, and the people in there are the same people." Tang Chuan introduced their identity, and said: "I didn't expect that they were so cautious and ambushed for more than one round."

Even with a person on his back and limited skills, Zhang Daochang, who holds a long sword, is not ordinary. A few people who are lower than themselves can do anything about it.The Yellow faced man knew that he was not the opponent of Zhang Laodao, so he had to ask others to stab him.

Lao Qi's quick action, he is the fastest of several people, a sword stabbed Zhang Laodao at the same time, the body suddenly retreated, still left a large piece of meat.

Taking a breath of cold air, the Yellow faced man didn't like to be angry. He said with a winning posture: "Lao Zhang, you're not quick to get caught! If you don't, you can't stay today. "

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