At the beginning, he didn't pay much attention to Master Yijie at all, he just thought it was a magic stick who came out of some ruined temple to cheat food and drink, otherwise he wouldn't have scolded him with a bald donkey and a bald donkey Get bloody. It wasn't until he was slapped away by the opponent's palm that he realized that he had kicked on the iron board, and he also realized that this monk was definitely not as simple as he imagined.
At this moment, when I think about it carefully, I feel that his palm seems ordinary, but in fact, it has infinite magic hidden in the rhyme, and it is not a Buddhist law at all, but a very mysterious and exquisite sword technique. He seems to have seen this holy sword technique somewhere, and even if he remembers it incorrectly, he must have heard of it.
The more Qin Qiuyuan thought about it, the more he felt that Master Yijie was mysterious and unpredictable. In addition, he had just suffered a big loss from him, so he didn't dare to act rashly before he understood his true origin.
"That's fine, I'll ask someone first, and it won't be too late when I find out his true identity." Qin Fangyu also suffered a big loss under Gu Fenghua's hands, seeing that his uncle was so cautious, of course he didn't dare to act rashly.
"We'll send our disciples out to inquire." Lu Yangping and the other two old men who hugged Qin Qiuyuan's thigh said in unison.
"Be careful, don't let them notice it." Qin Qiuyuan touched the cheeks that had not completely subsided, and reminded several people.
The injuries on his body haven't healed yet, and his whole body's bones seem to be falling apart. He doesn't want to be beaten again by that evil monk
Having nothing to say all night, Gu Fenghua and the others got up early the next morning, had breakfast, and followed Master Yijie to the market in the north of the city.
Although it was still early, the ancient streets were crowded with people, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians. Both sides of the street were already filled with small stalls, and hawkers from all over the world were shouting loudly and selling their goods hard.
However, Gu Fenghua was thinking about Tianyun Purple Soul Gold, but he didn't dare to spend money casually. Along the long street, a group of people walked forward unhurriedly. There were too many people, and they couldn't get up as fast as they wanted.
Not long after I walked, I saw a competition platform about Zhang Xu high and three Zhang wide standing next to the street. Two middle-aged saints were fighting desperately. With the falling of sword lights, blood splashed like raindrops.
The cultivation base of these two people is not too high. When they first arrived at the Heavenly Sacred Realm, Gu Fenghua and the others were preoccupied with business and had no interest in watching the battle.
Not long after walking, another competition stage appeared next to the street, and the sword lights on the stage were criss-crossed and murderous. This time, the contestants were two young men in their twenties and thirties. Their cultivation bases were much lower than those of the two middle-aged men before. In just a moment, the two of them were covered with scars and blood, but they still kept attacking each other endlessly.
Such strength, of course, did not arouse the interest of Gu Fenghua and the others, so they continued to walk forward. But then, the same competition stage appeared on both sides of the street from time to time. On the stage, there were two holy masters fighting to the death. Although their strengths were different, the battle was equally tragic.
"What's going on here?" If it's just one or two, it's fine. So many competitions appear one after another, and so many saints are fighting each other, Gu Fenghua is inevitably curious, and can't help but ask Master Yijie. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com