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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 230: Yichen

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    Chapter 230 Yichen

    "Thank you, abbot!" Zhao Jingming was overjoyed and hurriedly joined him.

    Abbot Xuanci smiled and said: "Kasyapa Tathagata Temple's martial arts are profound and it is not suitable to be a rival. Even if Xu Zhu is proficient in the Yi Jin Jing, he may not be his opponent. Zhao Shaoxia should not have too much hope."

    "Ah¡ª¡ª?!" Zhao Jingming was surprised, and then smiled bitterly: "Yes! The three monks of Kasyapa Tathagata Temple are really smart. Since they entered our Song Dynasty, they are invincible. I am afraid that they can only invite Xiao Daxia  Got it!"

    Abbot Xuanci shook his head and smiled: "Mr. Xiao is busy with things, I'm afraid he doesn't have time to pay attention to it."

    "Exactly." Zhao Jingming nodded, thinking to himself, he didn't expect that this little master Xu Zhu was proficient in the Yi Jin Jing, it was really a secret.

    Xiao Yuesheng and Fang Xueqing did not go to Shaolin Temple, but came to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain to visit Qiao Feng's father Qiao Sanhuai.

    However, their efforts were in vain. Qiao Sanhuai and his wife had left, the house was empty, and the vegetable garden was overgrown with weeds.

    Looking at this, Xiao Yuesheng could deduce that it was Qiao Feng who sent someone to pick him up, and it was not an outsider who forced his way in. Everything was in order.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, feeling melancholy. He had deep feelings for Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, just like his parents.

    "Sir, Brother Qiao once said that he would take Mr. Qiao and the others over to live in peace and happiness." Fang Xueqing saw Xiao Yuesheng's face darkened and hurriedly whispered.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded slightly, sighed, waved his hand, shook away the melancholy, and said: "Well, in that case, let's stay here for one night first!"

    "Yeah." Fang Xueqing agreed softly, taking a cautious look at him, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his expression improved.

    The two stayed one night, and the next day, they followed Zhao Jingming and the others again, heading west. Their horses were galloping, and they were extremely anxious. They were relaxed and leisurely.

    Ten days later, they entered Henan and came to Shenjian Villa.

    Shenjian Villa is located halfway up a high mountain. Dozens of houses are connected in a row, forming a huge building complex, like a huge monster lying on the mountainside.

    The surroundings are rolling mountains, reckless, and gloomy forests. They cover the villa. At first glance, it is difficult to notice the villa.

    In the mountains that stretch like Wolong, three high mountains stand side by side, like a "mountain" shape. The high mountain in the middle is where Shenjian Villa is located.

    The lobby of the villa is located at the front of the villa. It has an extraordinary momentum. It is a regular rectangle, about fifteen or six meters long and about ten meters wide.

    The hall is covered with purple carpet, and the surrounding furniture is purple. The solemn and solemn atmosphere blows towards the face, with a compelling momentum.

    At noon, the sun shines brightly.

    Sitting on the tiger leather chair in the middle of the hall is a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a face like a crown of jade, a flowing beard under his chin, sharp eyebrows and a nose like a hanging gallbladder. Even though he is middle-aged, he is still handsome.  Beautiful men have a fatal attraction for women.

    This person is the owner of the Excalibur Villa, Zhao Yichen, who is known as the Invincible Excalibur.

    There were five people sitting on the chairs opposite him, three middle-aged men and two old men. They had white beards and rosy eyebrows, and they did not look old at all.

    The three middle-aged men, with twinkling eyes, were about the same age as Zhao Yichen. Their faces were solemn, and their whole bodies were filled with an aura of calmness and self-respect.

    "Master, at noon today, the three monks will come to visit!" A middle-aged man said solemnly, looking around: "How should we deal with it?"

    He was dressed in a gray robe, with a bit of arrogance and unruliness between his brows, his eyes sparkling, and his spirit was high, exuding a vigorous heroic spirit.

    Zhao Yichen twirled his beard under his chin, his face as sinking as water, and said calmly: "Third brother, if the soldiers come to block it, if the water comes, the soil will flood it, it's no big deal!"

    "Brother, if we are defeated by these three old monks, the reputation of our Shenjian Villa will be in vain!" the middle-aged man said hurriedly.

    Zhao Yichen shook his head and smiled: "The famous name of our Shenjian Villa was created. If you are not convinced, just come over and give it a try!"

    "Our Shenjian Villa is undefeated and can still suppress those who are ready to take action. Once defeated, they will definitely unite!" The middle-aged man shook his head hurriedly and snorted bitterly.

    Zhao Yichen smiled slightly: "Third brother, we haven't seen any blood in these years and we are getting old. It would be nice to be able to kill again. My hands have been itching so much!"

    "Haha, big brother is not convinced!" The middle-aged man laughed, shook his head and said, "Let's leave the work to Jing Ming and the others!"

    "This time is also an opportunity!" Zhao Yichen smiled, looked at everyone and said, "Don't take things so seriously. How can there be an undefeated person in the world?!"

      "Once your invincibility is broken, the consequences will be endless, brother!" Another middle-aged man shook his head.

    He was dressed in a green shirt, with a pale face and three clear beards under his chin. He had a somewhat fairy-like temperament. He shook his head and smiled.

    Zhao Yichen shook his head and smiled: "Second brother, these three monks have been fighting all the way, and there is no match for them. Even if the seniors from Iron Palm Town Henan Beiguan are not opponents, it is no big deal if I lose!"

    "Haha, Yichen is right!" An old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, leisurely and contented, not at all nervous about an approaching enemy: "Senior Guan's kung fu is to dominate our Henan Province. He has been defeated, so we have nothing to fear.  of!"

    "However, if Yichen can win, it will make him famous and proud, and our Shenjian Villa will become famous all over the world!" Another old man narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of longing.

    Wearing a suit of Ge clothes and a wooden bun on his head, he looks more like a Taoist priest. There is a long scar on the left side of his face, which divides his face into two halves from the side of his nose to behind his ears.

    This scar is too conspicuous, and his whole person looks fierce and vicious. It can be calmed down without saying more.

    Zhao Yichen smiled bitterly: "Third uncle, you always praise me too much!"

    "Haha, you started practicing Zhenyue Sword a while ago. How far have you reached?" The old man asked with a smile, quite kindly.

    Zhao Yichen shook his head: "The Zhenyue Sword is too profound. I just practiced it gropingly, and so far I have only mastered one sword!"

    "Haha, there are only six styles of the Zhenyue Sword, and each style is exquisite. You can master one style, and you are worthy of a talent that only comes once in a century!" The old man praised with a smile.

    The energetic middle-aged man next to him nodded: "Brother's qualifications and understanding are really admirable. If he can master the Zhenyue Sword, even those three monks?!"

    "Brother, the Zhenyue Sword is extremely powerful. You have mastered one of its techniques, and it is enough to deal with those three bald donkeys!" Another middle-aged man next to him said gruffly.

    His face is pitted and uneven. He had too many pimples when he was young, and they formed after constant squeezing.

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    "Fourth brother, be careful!" Zhao Yichen said hurriedly, waved his hand, and said with a wry smile: "Although Zhenyue Sword is powerful, I have only mastered one style, which is still far away. Those three monks can defeat all the masters from Henan, obviously not  Vegetarians, you have no chance!¡±

    "Brother, according to me, you shouldn't send Jing Ming to find Xiao Guanlan!" The middle-aged man with a pitted face shook his head and said disapprovingly: "Xiao Guanlan is very famous, but he is too young. I think the rumors are not credible.  !¡±

    The handsome middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, the fourth brother is right!  He is so young, he started practicing kung fu from his mother's womb, how can he be so good?!"

    "Let me tell you, he is so famous at such a young age, and it's not just a lie!" Zhao Yichen shook his head, waved his hands and smiled.

    "Even if he has great martial arts skills! But those three monks came to him and clearly wanted to defeat him. If they were not sure, why did they come all the way?!" The heroic middle-aged man shook his head.

    "We invited him over, and we will know who is higher and which is lower?" Zhao Yichen smiled.

    "But if he is invited here, and he is defeated by three monks, and then defeats us, our Shenjian Villa will be greatly embarrassed!" The fourth brother shook his head, disapproving.

    "I hope Xiao Guanlan lives up to his expectations!" Zhao Yichen said with a smile, looking determined.

    But the others knew his temper, and even if he felt guilty, he would not show it, but they all felt that inviting Xiao Guanlan was a wrong move.

    Seeing their concern, Zhao Yichen shook his head and smiled: "I heard that Xiao Guanlan possesses the Six Meridians Divine Sword, which is the best sword in the world and is invincible in the world."

    "The Six Meridians Divine Sword? The best sword in the world?" Everyone was startled and asked hurriedly.

    Zhao Yichen smiled: "The Six Meridians Divine Sword is the secret skill of Dali Tianlong Temple. It is known as the best sword in the world. It is better than our Zhenyue Sword!"

    "Hehe, what a loud tone, the best sword in the world!" His fourth brother shook his head and sneered again and again.
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