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Chapter 129: Monk Xuanzong

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    Following the boy in front, Xu Xian seemed to be relaxed, but in fact he was always on guard.

    But on second thought, I don't have to be afraid.

    Although the hand-to-hand combat was short before, the opponent's spells had no deterrent power under his own swordsmanship, and he was almost defeated by the Earth Sha sword.

    Xu Xian remembered the sentence in the Black Stone Sword Sutra that the way of the sword is superior to all heroes.

    He is a swordsman, specializing in one skill, so why be afraid of others?

    Be afraid, because the other party is also afraid.

    Be careful though.

    At this time, the boy walked into an octagonal pavilion in front of him, and along the way Xu Xian also saw that although the boy was no different from a real person, he was lifeless.

    It's a puppet.

    Thinking of the paper figurine that was cut open just now, Xu Xian knew that the boy was probably also a paper figurine.

    Looking at the octagonal pavilion in front, there is a person sitting inside.  It was a woman with a beautiful appearance. When she saw Xu Xian coming in, she smiled and saluted.

    "Fellow Taoist, please sit down."

    As he spoke, he gestured to the stone bench next to him.

    Xu Xian didn't move.

    He glanced at the woman, then looked around.

    Just now the boy had already stood behind the woman, looking at her nose, nose and mouth, and the woman looked over with a smile, as if she was the owner of this cave.

    Xu Xian shook his head and said, "Xu Xian didn't have any malicious intentions. Senior, why bother to hide? If I disturb Senior Qingxiu, I'll leave now."

    Obviously, the beautiful woman in front of her is not the right one.

    The other party is also a paper puppet.

    It's just that the opponent's technique is superb, and it's too realistic, it's hard to tell.  But Xu Xian has a strong sense of life and death, resentment and hostility since he cultivated the sword intent of ghosts and gods.

    Although the woman in front of her couldn't see any flaws, she didn't have a trace of life in her body, even Xu Xian, who was very good at hiding, could detect it.

    The rightful owner of this cave is very cautious, and has not revealed his body several times, so he must still be afraid.

    It's just that Xu Xian did not have any malicious intentions. Just as he was about to leave, a person walked out of a side door over there.

    A short and fat monk, this man looked thirty or forty years old, with a goatee, small eyes, iron shoes and copper arms, a waist guard, a mirror, and a battle helmet. He was actually complete and looked like a general on the battlefield.

    Xu Xian also froze on the spot in this fully armed attire.

    It's a bit exaggerated.

    And behind this short and fat monk, there are two golden armored warriors.

    All of them are armed with big knives and are extremely powerful.

    This time, it should be the Lord who came.

    It's just that the two golden armored warriors behind the opponent are also puppets.

    Obviously, people specialize in this way.

    Although Xu Xian didn't expect the host to be an ugly, short and fat man, he still saluted solemnly.  The cultivator on the opposite side looked vigilant, looked Xu Xian up and down, and said, "You really broke in by mistake?"

    Xu Xian nodded.

    "I believe you." The chunky monk said simply: "Fellow Daoist has extraordinary swordsmanship and is unpredictable. If you really use your strength, I don't think I can stop you."

    There are good reasons for this.

    Xu Xian was a little surprised. He has been practicing in Kunlun Wanxian Mountain for the past two years. Although he knows that his swordsmanship has improved rapidly, Xu Xian has no idea how strong he is.

    Xu Xian doesn't think it's a big deal to deal with demons like the black bear demon on weekdays. After all, even though the black bear demon occupies the mountains and claims to be the demon king, it is far from the real demon king.

    Xu Xian has seen the real demon king.

    The one in Han Liang's tomb in Huailong Mountain was compared because he had seen it for real.

    A few years ago, Xu Xian was no match for the Demon King of Huailong Mountain at all, and he couldn't even block the opponent's demonic aura.

    But today, Xu Xian is no longer what he used to be.

    Having said that by the chunky monk opposite, Xu Xian has gained confidence. If he meets the Demon King of Huailong Mountain again, he will be able to fight.

    A moment later, in the cave, the short and fat Taoist sat and drank tea with Xu Xian.

    The two are not acquainted with each other.

    The chunky Taoist is a Taoist monk.

    This Xuanmen is not a fixed sect, but a collective name for a class of sects.  The so-called Xuanmen refers to mysteries, different arts are mysteries, and the way of heaven hides mysteries.  The monks of this sect are proficient in different methods, such as puppet spells, mechanism techniques, and refining weapons and medicines, all of which are good at the Taoist sect.

    Xu Xian came to a sudden.

    No wonder Jia Dashi is so good at personification on yellow paper.technique.

    Dashi Jia is the name of the short and fat monk, who has been hiding here to practice for eighty-seven years.

    In terms of age alone, he is a few rounds older than Xu Xian.

    But the two of them are equals at the moment. Xu Xian doesn't think he is young, and Master Jia doesn't think he is old. If you only look at cultivation base, Master Jia is naturally taller.

    He is already on the tenth floor of Tongyou.

    Even if it is placed outside, it is definitely a great monk, and within the sect, it is also the mainstay of the sect.

    And Xu Xian, the tenth floor of Qi Refining, compared with the tenth floor of Tongyou, is like the light of fireflies against the bright moon in the sky.

    But if they really fight, it will be another result.  Xu Xian's half-step five-layer god-slashing sword intent, even in the heyday of ancient sword cultivators, was considered a master.

    The result of their fight also confirmed the gap in actual combat power.

    Master Jia is proud of the prince's anthropomorphic Taoism, but against the real swordsmanship, using paper figurines against swords, there is naturally no chance of winning.

    However, this is only true for Xu Xian, a high-level swordsman. If Master Jia is against others, he will be absolutely strong.

    "Fellow Daoist Xu, don't believe it. Before I retreated, when I was only at the seventh level of Tongyou, I was able to rely on the technique of organs and origami to become a human being, and I was able to resist the overhaul of the Xumen period." Jia Dashi talked about the past and talked about the bright moments  , he was blowing his beard and staring, very excited, looking at that appearance, he was afraid that Xu Xian would not believe it.

    "I believe it." Xu Xian nodded hastily.

    This is not Xu Xian's nonsense, Dashi Jia's spells are indeed incomparably mysterious, saying that the opponent cannot hide, constantly harassing the enemy with puppets, not to mention others, even if he himself can't stand it for a long time.

    What's more, if it weren't for Xu Xian, someone else might not be able to break Jia Dashi's spell.

    Just how to find its body is a difficult task.

    Dashi Jia was also curious about this.

    "Fellow Daoist Xu, there is something Jia is unclear about, please clarify."

    "Speaking."

    Xu Xian didn't put on airs either.

    Dashi Jia leaned forward, then pointed to a row of puppets standing beside him.

    "I retreated and cultivated, delving into the art of puppet, especially the art of folding people with yellow paper, which is even more superb. Jia asked himself, among the many Taoist masters in the world, there is no one who can compete with me in this art."

    This is indeed full of confidence.

    "My puppets are no different from human beings regardless of their appearance and interior. They even have their own cultivation. It is myself. It is difficult to see their real bodies without using secret methods. I wonder how fellow Daoist Xu can tell the difference?"

    Master Jia looked thirsty for knowledge.

    Xu Xian answered truthfully, saying that you, a puppet, have no popularity, let alone vitality.

    Dashi Jia was taken aback for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

    Xu Xian waited for a while, but he didn't see Master Jia returning to his senses, and he didn't want to delay any longer. He also saw that Master Jia was still thinking about something and didn't disturb him.

    In Kunlun Wanxian Mountain, Xu Xian has never met anyone other than monsters. It is also a good thing to have an extra neighbor this time. At least he can chat with each other after practicing.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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