Five Ghosts’ Steps!

Li Changqing's face changed, and it was difficult to tell which one was the real Ningchuan in a short time.

Ning Chuan's long sword continued to slash towards him with an extremely fierce attack. The sound of the sword was harsh, the pressure was terrifying, fast and fierce, as if sword shadows were everywhere.

Li Changqing had to passively block it, and his profound sword skills were suppressed and could not use a single move.

In his rapid blocking, Ning Chuan's long sword finally slashed firmly on his long sword.

clang!

A harsh sound rang out and Mars burst.

Then Li Changqing let out a muffled groan and encountered the same situation as Zhong Wanhou. It was as if he was being pressed by a mountain. The terrifying force shocked his tiger's mouth torn apart on the spot. The terrifying force poured directly into his body along the long sword, causing his qi and blood to roll, his internal energy to stagnate and he could no longer operate perfectly.

Before his body could recover, Ning Chuan's second sword had fallen again.

Puff!

Li Changqing's hand and body numb, and the sword could no longer be held, and his body retreated wildly.

"Give up!"

Ning Chuan stood with his sword again, smiling.

Everyone's faces were dull and confused.

Failed again?

Li Changqing, the Xiaoyao Sword, was defeated so quickly?

Isn’t his free and erotic sword technique known for his elegant and elegant sword skills?

Why not show it?

Wow!

The crowd started to discuss again and there were many discussions.

Everyone's face has a completely different expression.

The iron halberd Zhong Wanhou, who had just been defeated, slowly breathed out a breath of turbid air, and his emotions calmed down slightly.

It seems that being defeated just now is nothing!

Even Li Wanqing from Emperor Tang Dynasty was defeated.

Li Wanqing is known for his swordsmanship, but unfortunately he has no room for performance as soon as he comes up.

This is the same as myself.

Zhong Wanhou's mind was surging and he took a deep look at Ning Chuan again.

Is this guy really born with divine power?

Li Changqing looked complicated and slowly turned around, looked at Ning Chuan, and bowed, "Young Master Ning is very powerful, I admire you."

"polite."

Ning Chuan smiled and returned the gift.

Not far outside the field.

There were some unknown time when two monks appeared and stopped.

One is an old monk over fifty years old, with a snow-white beard, long eyebrows, and a face full of wrinkles. He grabbed a thick nine-tin magical staff in his right hand, and his eyes looked at the crowd like clear lightning.

"Wuxin, you have lived in a temple for a long time. I don't know how many powerful people in the world are. This Yunxiao City is actually the best place to see the world."

The old monk held a Zen stick and looked at Ningchuan, and said to the little monk beside him.

"Although you learn a lot of martial arts in Lanke Temple, no matter how much you learn, not interacting with the outside world, it is equivalent to building a car behind closed doors. This Yunxiao City is known as a martial arts holy land. In addition to various martial arts halls, successors from all walks of life also like to gather here. Here, you can see almost all kinds of martial arts and martial arts in various schools of thought and see all kinds of talents."

The young monk seemed to understand but didn't understand, thinking, "Master means that I have no practical training. No matter how much martial arts I learn, it will be difficult to turn into strength. So Master asked me to seize this opportunity and confront various geniuses in the world?"

"That's the reason!"

The old monk nodded and said, "So, why don't you go up?"

"Amitabha, I know."

The little monk folded his hands together and walked towards the crowd.

Ning Chuan smiled and felt a strong sense of fighting in his heart. He wanted to occupy this place and challenge the heroes of the world instead of Zhong Wanhou.

However, just as he was about to speak, a young monk suddenly came from the crowd and said, "Amitabha, I have learned the Dharma. I have seen the donor and am willing to learn the donor's tricks!"

The crowd was shocked.

A monk emerged?

"Enlightenment?"

I don't seem to have heard of anyone.

"Enlightenment?"

The old man from the old locust tree narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the little monk, and suddenly turned his gaze to the old monk outside the crowd, and an invisible sound wave passed by.

"It seems that the master is from Lanke Temple?"

"Amitabha, how good it is."

The old monk's voice sounded, but only the old man could hear it.

It's hard for everyone else to hear it clearly.

"There are also descendants of Lanke Temple."

The old man was affirmed and his eyes became more and more serious.

"Little monk, who are you? You dare to provoke Young Master Ning?"

Someone suddenly spoke in the crowd.

"That's right, don't waste time!"

"Where did the little monk come from? Leave it quickly!"

…

The little monk was nervous, as if he had seen the mountain for the first time. When he heard the crowd scolding, he couldn't help but wince and said, "I am from Lanke Temple..."

The crowd was silent for a moment.

The needle can be heard.

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