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- Chapter 287 Challenge
"No wonder I didn't see Mr. Xiao." Master Fang Zheng nodded slowly.
When it comes to Xiao Yihan, everyone has a strange look in their eyes. This man who rose like a comet is said to be invincible in swordsmanship and unparalleled. He is also the sworn brother of Master Yilin.
"Uncle, Second Uncle, Master, Miss Jiang is here." A nun knocked on the door frame, lifted the curtain, came in quietly, and reported in a low voice.
"Please come quickly!" Master Dingxian raised his hand.
The nun bowed her head and quietly stepped back, her steps light and silent.
"Who is Miss Jiang?" Yue Buqun's expression changed, he stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Is she the leader of Yunjiang Gang in Jiangnan?"
Master Dingxian nodded with a gentle smile: "Mr. Xiao avoids suspicion and lives at the foot of the mountain. It's okay for Miss Jiang to stay in our nunnery."
Yue Buqun nodded, smiled slightly, changed the subject, and talked about people behind their backs. It was not something a gentleman would do, and he disdained it.
"I'm very curious about this Gang Leader Jiang. I've heard his name for a long time but haven't seen him yet!" Taoist Chongxu said with a chuckle while stroking his goatee.
In the hall, everyone was sitting upright, talking ramblingly, but their minds were focused outside the hall, paying attention to Jiang Nanyun who had not yet arrived.
Some of them have seen Jiang Nanyun. Everyone has a love for beauty. It is difficult to resist her various charms and unrivaled elegance.
The door curtain suddenly shook, a faint fragrance wafted in, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, extremely unexpectedly.
Their eyes lit up, and when they saw the face of the visitor, they felt that the whole hall suddenly became brighter, as if the midday sun was shining slantly into the hall, making it dazzlingly bright.
Jiang Nanyun stood in a moon-white gown. Just standing there gave people a feeling of swaying. She was pure and elegant, but her face was expressionless and as cold as frost. She was like a fairy from Gushe. She did not eat the fireworks of the world and was not at all worldly. The breath is not contaminated.
??The brilliance in her bright eyes flashed across everyone's faces, and Zhen Zhen nodded lightly: "Little girl Jiang Nanyun, I have met all the heads!"
After saying that, Piaoran came to Master Dingyi and sat down on the chair, as silent and motionless as an ice sculpture.
For a moment, the hall was so silent that you could hear a needle drop.
Even though they are the leaders and have deep concentration, they still can't help but feel shaken and unable to control themselves under the light of the clouds like snow in the south of the Yangtze River.
There is a faint fragrance in the hall, which is the body fragrance of Jiangnan Yun, secreting the heart and spleen. This fragrance lingers and makes people's blood flow, just like an aphrodisiac fragrance.
Master Dingyi glanced at them and took in everyone's expressions. She shook her head secretly and turned to Jiang Nanyun: "Nanyun, why hasn't your master arrived yet?!"
Jiang Nanyun showed a faint smile: "Master, Master said that he is too quiet and tired of being active, so he won't join in the fun."
Her smile bloomed, like the glacier melting and the snow falling, making people feel bright and excited.
"How can this happen?!" Master Dingyi raised his eyebrows, with anger on his face: "How can a big brother like him be lazy at the ceremony of Yilin's enthronement?!"
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head: "Master has always said that if he doesn't come, I won't be able to talk to him even if I wear my tongue."
"I'll go!" Master Dingyi suddenly put down his prayer beads, got up angrily, and started to walk out.
"Junior sister!" Master Dingxian put his hand on her shoulder, shook his head, and said calmly: "Don't be impatient!"
Master Dingyi stopped, turned around, and said angrily: "Senior Sister, please tell me, is this Xiao Yihan so outrageous?!"
Master Dingxian shook his head secretly. Junior sister¡¯s behavior will inevitably make all the heads here feel uncomfortable and feel left out.
"Junior sister, just let Yilin go." Master Dingxian patted her shoulder and said gently.
Her voice is gentle and soft, but her tone is undeniable. As the leader, she has a calm and majestic demeanor.
Master Dingyi looked at the head sister, saw her expression, nodded helplessly, turned to look at Yilin, her tense face suddenly relaxed, and said warmly: "Yilin, please invite your eldest brother!"
Yilin bit her lower lip lightly and lowered her head in silence. After a while, she raised her head and looked timidly at Master Dingyi: "Master, I'm not polite. He really doesn't like such lively scenes. Otherwise, don't be so forceful." Did you invite him to come?"
She spoke timidly and in a low voice. As she spoke, she looked at Master Dingyi cautiously, fearing that her words would offend the master.
"You, you!" Master Dingyi glared at her angrily. Seeing that she could actually refute him in front of a large audience, he felt angry and relieved at the same time.
Have courageShe felt comforted by refuting herself and insisting on her own opinion, but what made her angry was that it happened for a stinky man.
"In that case, we won't force Mr. Xiao." Master Dingxian smiled and said to Jiang Nanyun: "Gang Leader Jiang is here on Mr. Xiao's behalf."
Jiangnan Yunshan bowed and nodded solemnly, his jade face solemn, and a layer of holy light faintly revealed on his white face.
She sat down again, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and asked Master Dingyi softly: "Master, why haven't you seen anyone from the Songshan Sect? Could it be that they are not coming?"
"Maybe I was delayed on the way." Master Dingyi snorted heavily and answered with a somewhat non-yinful tone.
Everyone was silent. Yue Buqun, Mr. Mo Da, and Taoist Priest Tianmen all had serious expressions on their faces, as if they had something on their mind.
Yue Buqun stroked his beard and smiled: "Master Tai, the Songshan Sect has the longest journey, so it is understandable that we will come here later."
Taoist priest Tianmen sneered twice and said nothing.
Taoist Priest Chongxu raised his head, looked at the window position, took stock, and said, "Master, it's getting late, why don't you start the ceremony?"
Before Master Dingxian could nod, the knock on the door rang again, and a beautiful young nun came in with her curtains raised, her hands clasped together, and she said in a low voice: "Uncle Master, there are many people coming down the mountain, and we didn't invite you." Posted that he wanted to come to watch the ceremony."
Master Dingxian¡¯s expression remained unchanged and he nodded calmly: ¡°Who are they?¡±
The pretty little nun tilted her head and thought for a while, then said softly: "There are fourteen or five of them, all carrying weapons. Well they don't look like good people!"
Yue Buqun was thoughtful, stroking his beard and smiling: "The people from the Songshan Sect have not arrived yet, but these people came first!"
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Master Dingyi sneered: "It's really ridiculous to play these little tricks again. Senior sister, head, just coax them away!"
Master Dingxian pondered for a moment, shook her head, and said calmly: "We are the guests who come to our door. Just invite them up!"
"Yes!" The beautiful little nun agreed crisply, turned around, lifted the curtain, and left the hall.
"Sister in charge?!" Master Dingyi said loudly, with confusion on her face.
In her mind, one cannot be polite to evil people, otherwise, they will take advantage of them and pester them endlessly.
"Junior sister, maybe he is really a martial arts hero and not from the Songshan sectBesides, even if the Songshan sect secretly sent envoys to Hengshan, what should we be afraid of?" Master Dingxian smiled lightly and said calmly.
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Master Dingyi stood in front of Baiyun Nunnery, looking down the mountain. She held the Buddhist beads in her left hand and moved them slowly. Behind her were Masters Yihe and Yiqing.
A group of people came slowly along the mountain road. There were about fourteen or five people. They were all strong and strong, their feet felt like walking on flat ground, their body movements were condensed, and their eyes were bright.
They were all dressed up in different styles, but they all carried weapons. They didn't look like a group of people. They talked happily and buzzed among themselves, and arrived in front of Baiyun Nunnery.
Master Dingyi¡¯s expression was solemn. When they came closer, he clasped his hands together, pronounced the Buddha¡¯s name in a long voice, and said slowly: ¡°Dear donors, please come!¡±
Her voice was low, and everyone felt that she was speaking in their own ears.
A middle-aged man emerged from the crowd and put his hands together in a tithe: "Master Dingyi, I'd like to point Cang Zhou Bingchen down to be polite!"
He has a slender figure, a slightly elongated face, a slender appearance, a flowing beard under his chin, and eyes like cold stars. He must have been a handsome man with elegant temperament when he was young.
Master Dingyi thought for a moment, nodded and said: "It turns out it's the great hero Dian Cangzhou. I'm not far away to welcome you. Please come in and serve tea."
After saying that, he bowed to everyone, turned around and opened the door of the nunnery.
Baiyun Temple occupies a large area. There is a big locust tree in the middle of the yard. At this time, a shed was built against the tree, covering half of the yard, and some tables and chairs were arranged in the yard.
These dozen people came into the courtyard, talking carelessly, and each found a place to sit down, either in front of or behind them, but they did not sit in the same place.
Several nuns came in, brought tea cups, and quietly retreated. Master Dingyi stood under the big tree, looking at the people around her, her brows raised, and she finally didn't have an attack.
"These people obviously don't take the Hengshan Sect seriously. They talk noisily, and some of them speak dirty words, which is really irritating.
Seeing Master's expression, Yi and Shitai hurriedly said: "Master, forget it, people in the martial arts world have always been informal, and they may have done it unintentionally."
Master Dingyi took a long breath, snorted, turned around and walked inside.
Master Yiqing looked at everyone, thoughtfully. When she saw the master walking away, she turned around and followed him. She took two long steps and came to Master Dingyi: "Master, they do have bad intentions. I'm afraid they are coming." The person is not good!"
"What do you say?" Master Dingyi turned her head. She had always been convinced by this second disciple's wit.
As Master Yiqing walked away, she whispered: "Although they don't seem to know each other, when they sat down, they occupied strange seats."
Master Dingyi thought for a moment, and the scene of everyone sitting down was reflected in his mind. He nodded slowly and said in a deep voice: "Well, it's an encirclement stance!"
She sneered: "You really treat our Hengshan as a soft persimmon!"
Master Yiqing thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Master, some of these people are extremely powerful in martial arts, but they look foreign to me. I wonder where Zuo Lengchan recruited them!"
"He is very ambitious and has many subordinates. It is easy to recruit experts!" Master Dingyi sighed and said angrily.
While talking, the three of them entered the hall, where everyone was talking and laughing happily.
Jiang Nanyun sat solemnly and said nothing, but sitting in the hall, the faint fragrance caused inexplicable changes in people's emotions.
"Junior sister, how are you?" Master Dingxian was talking to Master Fang Zheng. When he saw her coming in, he raised his head and asked gently.
"It's Zuo Lengchan's!" Master Dingyi said bitterly and sat down angrily.
Master Dingxian smiled, took a look at the sky, and said, "The time has come. The people from the Songshan Sect haven't arrived yet, but they can't wait any longer!"
At this time, the knock on the door rang again, and the beautiful little nun ran in and said: "Uncle, the head master, the musician uncle of the Songshan sect has arrived."
Master Dingxian nodded, waved her hand, and asked her to step back. She turned around and said to the crowd, "Please benefactors, wait a moment while the poor nun goes to greet you."
"Let's go together." Yue Buqun said with a smile, stroking his beard.
Everyone nodded, Master Fang Zheng and Taoist Chongxu both smiled slightly, remained silent, and followed Master Dingxian out of the hall.
At this time, the hall was full of people, nearly a hundred people in total. The atmosphere was noisy and lively, with people laughing and yelling.
Seeing Master Dingxian and the others coming out in force, everyone shut their mouths. There was a sudden silence in the courtyard, and hundreds of eyes looked at them.
???????? Master Dingxian and everyone are all high-ranking and powerful people, and they are not qualified to see ordinary martial arts figures.
Jiang Nanyun, dressed in a moon-white robe, stood among the sect leaders like a white crane standing among a flock of chickens, very conspicuous.
She was like a powerful magnet, attracting everyone's attention. It was difficult to look away. Everyone was stunned and watched them leave the yard.
Although Yilin is also unparalleled in beauty, standing next to Jiang Nanyun, she looks a little eclipsed, as if there is a difference between the sixteenth moon and the fifth moon.
As soon as Jiang Nanyun's figure disappeared, everyone in the courtyard suddenly woke up, buzzing like a frying pan, and started talking about it.
¡°Who is that stunning beauty?!¡±
¡°Who knows who the woman in white is?!¡±
¡°Damn, she¡¯s so beautiful, I¡¯ve never seen such a beauty!¡±
"Such a beautiful little lady is standing with Master Fang Zheng and the others. She must not be an unknown person. Who knows her identity?!"
Amid the buzz, people were asking questions at random, their faces full of curiosity, and their hearts feeling like they were being scratched by a cat, itching unbearably.
"I know this woman!" Suddenly a voice sounded, but it was Zhou Bingchen, the Dian Cang hero, stroking his beard and smiling.
¡°Master Zhou, tell me quickly, who is she?!¡± the person next to me asked hurriedly.
"This woman is the leader of the Qingping Gang in Luoyang City, so is the Smiling Rakshasa Jiangnan!" Zhou Bingchen said slowly, stroking his beard.
¡°Jiang Nanyun?!¡± There was an exclamation from the crowd. Apparently someone had heard of the name of Smiling Rakshasa.
"It's her?! No wonder!" People nodded one after another.
A young man shook his head and sighed: "The Smiling Rakshasa is known as the most beautiful woman in the world. Now that I see her, she truly deserves her reputation!"
¡°It¡¯s well-deserved!¡± ¡°It¡¯s well-deserved!¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed a well-deserved reputation!¡±
People have admired, and they were excited. The older people seemed to have been young for ten years and became bloody, and their impulse when they were young recovered again.
On the mountain road, Da Yin Yang Handle wore a thick yellow shirt, clasped his fists and smiled without any pretense. Behind him were several disciples of the Songshan Sect, all of whom had bright eyes and were all extraordinary.
Lehou came up to greet him, clasping his fists and laughing: "TeacherTai, I met people from the Demon Cult on the road. After a few tricks, I came late. I apologize! "
Regarding Lehou, he was from the Songshan Sect, but Master Dingxian had a good impression of him, and solemnly said: "It's good to be here, Junior Brother Le, there were no casualties when we met the Demon Sect's people, right?"
"Two disciples were killed." The pain on Lehou's face flashed away, and he smiled: "We who are in the world, our heads are tied to our belts, life and death depend on fate Fortunately, their sacrifices were not in vain. Several demon cubs have been destroyed."
Everyone saw that he was trying to show off his good looks. Although Lehou was not good-looking, his character was rare among the Songshan Sect.
¡°Junior Brother Le, please¡ª¡± Master Dingxian turned around and invited everyone from the Songshan Sect in.
Seeing all the masters there, Lehou felt a little uncomfortable. The masters of the three sects of the Wuyue Sword Sect were all present. Even Master Fang Zheng and Taoist Chongxu were here. Only the master of the Songshan Sect was not there. Showing up seems too overwhelming.
Slowly walking inside, Lehou clasped his fists and said apologetically: "Master, if it's not the head master, he refuses, but it's because he is in seclusion to comprehend the true energy of ice and cannot be separated!"
"No problem." Master Dingxian smiled lightly.
On the Jianxing Peak, it was very lively.
Although the Hengshan Sect's succession ceremony was rather hasty, it was still grand.
A stage has been set up in a wide square on the peak, and some flowers of various colors are placed around the stage, which is rare to see in this season.
The breeze was blowing and the chill was chilly. These flowers swayed in the wind, but they did not change their color. When people looked closer, they turned out to be fake flowers.
The masters were sitting on the stage, while some martial arts people were sitting under the stage to watch the ceremony.
The three masters, Dingxian and Tai, stood in the middle with solemn expressions and solemn treasures. The leaders sat behind them.
The smoke from the incense burners on both sides of the stage is curling up, and the aroma is calming. It is the finest sandalwood.
"Bang bang bang" suddenly, three trumpets shot into the sky, but it was an auspicious moment.
Master Dingxian took the first step, stood in front of the stage, clasped his hands together, and pronounced the Buddha's name in a long and solemn voice.
The female nuns sent by Hengshan went up to the stage, divided into two rows, and stood in front of her, all with downcast eyebrows and solemn looks.
Master Dingxian raised his head and said loudly: "The Hengshan Sect is honored today. Heroes from all over the world come to our sect to witness the succession of the new leader of the Hengshan Sect."
The sound of chimes and cymbals sounded long and crisp, and when combined with her voice, it was like a soundtrack, indescribably solemn.
When the sound of the chimes and cymbals stopped, Yilin walked forward, wearing a large monk's robe, which tightly wrapped her exquisite and petite body, making her look even more petite and lovely.
She knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times to Master Dingxian.
The sound of chimes and cymbals sounded again, and the four major disciples of the Hengshan Sect, Yihe, Yiqing, Yizhen, and Yizhi, each held a wooden plate and slowly stepped onto the stage and came to the two rows of disciples.
The wooden plate was covered with red cloth, and they took it off, revealing the contents on the plate: a scroll of scriptures, a wooden fish, a string of beads, and a short sword, which looked ordinary.
"This is the four-dimensional weapon of the Hengshan Sect. It may seem ordinary, but it has extraordinary significance. It was used by Master Xiaofeng, the founder of the Hengshan Sect.
Yilin took the magical tools one by one with a respectful expression.
Master Dingxian announced the five major precepts of the Hengshan Sect, speaking loudly, with a serious expression and an inexplicable majesty.
Immediately, Master Dingxian stepped back, and Yi Lin stood at the front. Everyone from the Hengshan Sect knelt down to pay homage to the new leader. Master Dingxian and the others also knelt down to pay homage.
Yilin stood in the middle, looking at the people kneeling down, feeling a little at a loss. Jiangnan Yunqing snorted and used the technique of transmitting sounds into secrets.
Yilin woke up and hurriedly waved her hands to signal everyone to get up.
Master Fang Zheng and the others stood up together and congratulated Yilin with fists in their hands. From then on, Yilin became the new head of the Hengshan Sect.
Although Yilin looked timid, her movements were graceful and graceful, and she returned the gift calmly, without any sense of embarrassment like a big shot.
In her eyes, these people are not as good as her eldest brother, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
"Master Yilin, I have a small request!" A loud voice suddenly came from the audience, which made people's eardrums hurt.
Yilin's monk's robes were fluttering, and when he looked down, he saw a middle-aged man with a majestic figure, a strong back and a strong waist, and a full face of whiskers.
He raised his head and looked at Yilin, his eyes were dimly shining, and the temples on both sides were bulging, as if there was something hidden.
"Hero, please speak." Yi Lin said quietly, her voice was soft and soft, but it was condensed and not dispersed. It was slowly spread to people's ears in the cold wind.
In the fieldEveryone is a good person. When I heard such a voice, I felt awe-inspiring. I didn¡¯t expect that Master Yilin was so young and timid, but she had such deep inner strength. No wonder she was the successor at such a young age. A leader.
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I have admired the Hengshan School's exquisite swordsmanship for a long time, and I would like to ask for some advice. How about it?"
Yi Lin was startled. She didn't expect that this person actually wanted to compete in martial arts. Such an occasion was really not very suitable.
She looked around with a confused look on her face, and said softly: "This hero, after today, let's compare again, how about it?!"
The middle-aged man laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "Now that everyone is here, wouldn't it be better to let everyone see the exquisite swordsmanship of the Hengshan Sect?"
Yi Lin shook her head. This was her own succession ceremony. It would be unworthy of dignity and inappropriate to do anything at this time.
"Master Yilin, you keep refusing, is there something you can't say?" The middle-aged man stopped laughing and asked.
Yilin looked at him and saw a sarcastic smile in his eyes, and her heart sank: "It seems like this person really has bad intentions!"
In advance, Master Dingyi and the others had told her that they might be challenged by others during the ceremony, so they had to be careful and not give in blindly.
"Master, since he wants to see Hengshan swordsmanship, let me give him a lesson!" Master Yihe stood up, cupped his fists and said respectfully to Yilin.
"Sister Yihe" Yilin was startled and shook her head.
As her martial arts improved, her vision became more and more accurate. One look at the two of them, and she knew that Yi and Shitai were not as advanced as each other. If they took action, they would suffer a loss.
Yihe Shitai said respectfully: "Master, if you want to kill a chicken with a bull's knife, just leave it to me. If you are defeated, it will not be too late for the master to take action again!"
?????????? Master Dingyi and the other three nodded secretly, praising the harmony and handling of the matter properly. It was indeed worthy of being with Master Dingyi, and they were influenced by what they heard and saw.
Yi Lin turned around and looked at Master Dingyi. When she saw her master nodding, she felt at ease. She also nodded and said softly: "Sister, be careful!"
Yihe Shitai nodded, jumped off the stage, landed in front of the middle-aged man, and shouted: "If you want to challenge our leader, you must first pass me!"
"Haha, throw stones to ask for directions, okay! I'll defeat you first and then talk about it!" The middle-aged man smiled while stroking his hands, moving his shoulders and unsheathing his long sword.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Yihe Shitai¡¯s expression was solemn, but when she saw that this man¡¯s temples were bulging, his eyes were bright, and there was a faint glow, she knew he was powerful.
The people below were buzzing with discussion. Most of them did not expect that someone would actually challenge the Hengshan Sect¡¯s head change ceremony. Wouldn¡¯t it be a slap in the Hengshan Sect¡¯s face to spare him? !
Yihe Shitai's Hengshan Sword Technique has become quite mature. A sword thrust is beautiful but cruel. There is a needle hidden in the cotton, which should not be underestimated.
The middle-aged man¡¯s sword skills were open and closed, as if they were in a battle formation. Every time the sword struck, it made a hissing sound, like the sound of tearing cloth.
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than ten moves.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????? Yihe Shitai¡¯s sword moves are cautious, not seeking merit, but seeking no faults. Every attack is accompanied by defense, focusing on defense but light on merit, and giving priority to safety.
The middle-aged man was aggressive and his swordsmanship was fierce, as if he was overwhelming the mountain, and he directly defeated Yi and Shitai.
"But Yihe Shitai is extremely resilient. Even though he is in a violent storm, he is still able to hold on. He seems to be overturned at any time, but in the blink of an eye he regains his disadvantage and remains undefeated.
The people around them held their breath and did not dare to breathe loudly. The swordsmanship of the two people in the scene was really exquisite and fierce.
Yilin stood on the stage, looking at the fight in the distance, with a trace of worry on her beautiful face, her bright eyes staring at the field, and a white chess piece already held between her slender fingers.
"Senior Sister Yiqing, what should we do?" She turned her head and looked at Senior Sister Yiqing.
Master Yiqing took a step forward, came to her side, and whispered: "Master, now in full view of everyone, it is not appropriate to take action unless it is a critical moment!"
Yilin bit her lower lip and nodded slightly. She originally had this intention, and the chess pieces were clamped tighter between her fingers.
¡° Seeing Senior Sister Yihe¡¯s breathing getting heavier and heavier, her figure sluggish, as if she was about to fall down, her face was full of worry.
Although Yihe Shitai has deep internal strength, as a woman, her physical strength is not strong. After more than thirty moves, she felt exhausted due to the strong pressure, and her eyesight turned black.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????mbmbgs out out, if they lose, they will really lose the face of the Hengshan sect. Fortunately, the leader is very skilled in martial arts and can save his face.
Just at this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded: "Take my sword!"
Seeing that she was on the verge of collapse, the middle-aged man swung his sword fiercely, as if he was splitting the Huashan Mountain with force. At first glance, it seemed that he was using a sword technique.
This sword was extremely fast, making a hissing sound, and the sword light seemed to suddenly become much brighter, as if it cut through the space and appeared directly above Yihe Shitai's head.
Yihe Shitai raised his sword to block, and with a "dang" sound, the sword fell to the ground.
Her right hand was numb, but the middle-aged man did not stop. He continued to press down, and the long sword fell, and it was about to fall on her head.
Yihe Shitai remained calm in the face of danger and kicked off his feet, trying to move out flatly.
Just at this moment, there was a shout: "Stop!"
Immediately, there was a sharp roar of "chi", and a white light streaked in the air, shooting straight at it and instantly hitting the middle-aged man's right hand.
"Dang" the long sword was raised, flipped several times in the air, then fell to the ground, sinking deeply into the soil, with only the hilt exposed.
The middle-aged man felt that half of his body was numb. No matter how hard he moved, he could hardly control himself and would fall down.
The internal energy is stagnant, and the meridians seem to be blocked. The struggle is in vain, and I can only stand there blankly.
Yi and Shitai hurriedly backed away, glared at the middle-aged man fiercely, turned around and walked back to the stage, already defeated.
"The dignified leader of the Hengshan Sect unexpectedly attacked!" A shout came from the crowd, full of anger, and he walked through the crowd and came to the front.
"When people took a closer look, they found that he was a person from outside the region. He had deep eyes and a long nose, and a very deep outline. He seemed to be from the Western Regions.
Yilin held a bright white chess piece in her hand, glanced at the old man, and shook her head: "What the old man said is wrong, I didn't make a sneak attack!"
¡°Using a hidden weapon when someone is unprepared, isn¡¯t that considered a sneak attack?!¡± The old man¡¯s brown eyes glowed with a faint light, and he sneered.
His speaking voice was a little weird, as if he couldn't stick out his tongue straight, and was extremely clumsy, which made people anxious.
Yilin shook her head, her expression calm. Although she seemed timid, her behavior was generous. She also practiced the Qingxin Jue, which was a level higher than that of Jiangnan Yunshang.
Her heart is like a blank piece of paper, which is the best place for her to practice the Pure Heart Art. In addition, she has practiced hard and has followed the Buddhist precepts since she was a child. She has no negative thoughts in her heart. When she practices the Pure Heart Art, it is easy for her to break through obstacles. Jiangnan Yun and Compared to that, it's far inferior.
"Old man, what I used was not a hidden weapon." Yilin held a white chess piece between her left index finger and thumb, compared it in front of her eyes, and said, "Even if I watch with open eyes, you can't hide from it!"
"Hey, I don't believe it!" The old man from outside the territory shook his head and sneered: "How could we hit anyone without a sneak attack?!"
"Okay, I'll hit your shoulder." Yilin nodded, holding the white chess pieces, and asked in a sweet voice: "Are you ready?"
"Okay, I want to give it a try!" The old man nodded heavily, took a step back, and assumed a weird posture that no one had ever seen before.
His face was solemn. The chess piece that Yi Lin shot just now was so fast that no one could even see it clearly. Even he couldn't figure out the details.
But now that the matter has come to this, we can only bite the bullet and suppress Yilin's prestige.
"Be careful, old man!" Yilin snorted, flipped her wrist, dropped her left hand in front of her, picked up the chess piece between her fingers, flicked her finger, and drew a stream of light. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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