"Oh? Do you want to slay demons? I dare to ask you, old bald man, oh... no! Master Duolan Duohui, who slays demons and defends the Tao, is the person who blasphemed the Buddha a demon? What should you do if you meet such a person?

"Although Master Lanyue was facing Zen Master Duolan Duohui, the corner of his eye fell on He Huan.

He Huan was embarrassed by her, so he had to walk to the edge of the cliff and pretend to look at the scenery. Duolan Duohui, on the other hand, had a hint of enlightenment in his eyes, and understood why Master Lan Yue could break the confinement of Qiming Temple so casually.

Kung Fu.

"Amitabha... Who can tell clearly what is right or wrong in the past? The poor monk just wants to live a good life in the present, and let the past go..." Duolanduo's wisdom treasure is solemn.

"Ha...can fanatics also use their brains?" Master Lanyue chuckled. His eyes showed no sign of being offended by Duolan Duohui's nonsense. Instead, he seemed to have lost a toy and gained it again.

A more interesting toy. Before Duolan Duohui could finish her breath, Lan Yue continued: "I know who the devil you want to get rid of is. Although I don't know why you call him a devil, I will take you to find him."

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"The donor is really willing to help the poor monk?" The two people in front of him were unreasonably strong in his eyes. He caught their disciples, and their reaction was so strange that he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Of course! Come and find her at the top of Nanshan Mountain in three days!" Master Lanyue waved his hand, and a huge force pushed Duolan Duohui off the top of the mountain.

"Poetry and painting, why are you like this..." He Huan sighed, Master Lanyue ignored him and walked to the stone table to continue drinking tea.

...

Su Hang has almost forgotten the beautiful figure in white clothes that once touched the heartstrings in his heart. He even forgot about the red hair, because the girl in front of him has bright eyes and white teeth. She is not only beautiful but also stunning, but very

Peace, and the most important thing is that she is right in front of you.

"After you win tomorrow, I have prepared a gift for you..." Jiaoqi looked at the young man in front of her with some obsession.

"Okay! I..." Su Hang and Jiaoqi were eating in a hotel in Shendu, enjoying the peaceful time and talking. Suddenly, a look flashed in their eyes, and the words in their mouths were interrupted unconsciously, and then they continued.

Said: "Heishui City, are you still going?"

"It depends on the situation..." Jiaoqi replied, looking back, Guessing and Buaidai walked hand in hand, their golden and blue ladies' looks actually illuminated the restaurant a little, but Jiaoqi's eyes unconsciously dimmed a little,

Didn't he give up after all?

"I'm going home to visit my relatives at the end of the year. Can you accompany me back?" Su Hang saw the dimness in her eyes and understood.

Jiaoqi blushed with embarrassment, but she also understood, and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "Is that okay?"

"Well!" Su Hang's eyes were firm, and the loss of consciousness just now was just a sigh for the past. He was sure that he had already given up on Guess.

After a night of silence, today is the last battle for No. 2 Courtyard to prove itself. If you win, you will become famous and abandon the mainland. If you lose, although it will not be a disaster, it will be enough to make you disgraced.

With the encouragement of caring people, the final battle attracted countless people. The battlefield was placed in the largest martial arts arena in the divine capital. It is the only building allowed to be built at the foot of the sacred mountain. It is simple and magnificent. The venue is large enough to accommodate ten thousand people today.

It was already overcrowded, and even the high tickets could not dampen people's enthusiasm at all. Some people who had not bought tickets and could not enter the martial arts arena either beat their feet and chests at the door, or simply stood at the door and yelled, without caring.

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"Master, where shall we go tomorrow?" In a corner of the martial arts arena, Duo Cai sat quietly, twisting his fingers inadvertently. This position was in a corner, but he could have a clear view of the arena. On the stage

The sound can also be heard clearly.

"Northern Xinjiang battlefield... I haven't been there for almost two thousand years. It won't be long, more than a hundred years, before you can come back to see your brother..." Lan Yue patted the back of Tacai's hand.

"Hmm..." Duocai responded softly and stopped answering because the people participating in the discussion had already entered the venue. She saw Su Hang and touched the letter in her arms.

The court has already begun to choose its opponents.

Today, the rules are still simple, continuing the consistent style of Caicaicai. Courtyard No. 3 is no longer regarded as a competition between juniors like the previous two. The three debates have developed to this day and have risen to the glory of the college.

If No. 2 Courtyard loses, it should be on the ground and not lower. But No. 3 Courtyard cannot afford to lose. It was them who were so domineering before, but in both battles, No. 2 Courtyard seems to have the upper hand, so today

Courtyard No. 3 no longer came here for fun as before. This time it was led by a highly respected vice-dean. Wu did not show up. If defeated, he retained the most basic dignity.

There are only four people in Courtyard No. 2, and caicaicai is naturally the leader. But I don’t know whether it was because I drank too much yesterday or something, but my eyes are sleepy and I yawn from time to time. The robes that are supposed to be dirty are actually greasy at the collar and cuffs.

The reflected sunlight formed a humorous contrast with the three people wearing clean white robes behind him and holding their heads high, but no one laughed. It was rumored that Caicaicai was a strong man who had surpassed the heavenly level, even if it was just a rumor.

"Have you seen the positions of the three little bastards under my sect? From left to right is the order of their appearance. Their opponents are up to you! As long as the big one doesn't bully the small ones..." caicaicai said the next sentence.

He walked towards the stands, and in the middle of the way, he took out a chicken leg from his clothes and started to chew on it. His face was full of satisfaction. When he was about to walk out of the arena, he suddenly turned back and his eyes fell on an inconspicuous corner.

, there was a kind-hearted bald man there, it was Duolan Duohui. He changed out of his monk's robe and covered the scar on his head. Among the crowd, he was just an ordinary gang-head, but he had a little more compassion than the others.

Duolan Duohui's eyes should have only been on Su Hang on the far right. Through the unique skills of Qiming Temple, he felt the unusual power of Duolan Duo's soul in Su Hang. That is, he was not afraid of hardships and dangers, and went all the way.

The devil who came to the divine capital from the northern border was looking for him, but when caicaicai's eyes fell on him, he looked back with some feeling, but what he saw was caicaicai's face under the messy hair.

Unconsciously, there was a roar in his mind. The portrait hanging in the Buddhist hall of Qiming Temple was on the same level as the gods and Buddhas. As the master of the revival of Qiming Temple, he was qualified to hang it there. Duolan Duohui just didn't expect that one day he would

Unexpectedly, he saw this face appear vividly before his eyes. It was no longer dignified and the red cassock that should have covered him was replaced by a dirty Taoist robe in front of him.

I guess they are just two similar flowers! Duolan Duohui vaguely held the Buddha's gift in her hand to drive away the incredible thoughts in her heart.

caicaicai looked back with a wry smile in her eyes.

"Jin Lin, the first battle, come on!"

The person standing on the far right and left of No. 2 Courtyard is Zhi Shuxi. He didn’t seem to go all out in the two battles. There was no way to accurately judge his strength, so the deputy director of No. 3 Courtyard chose the one. Although he is not the strongest, he is

Jin Lin, who is definitely not weak, appears. After research, the instructors of No. 3 Hospital unanimously judged that Seventy is the strongest, Su Hang is the weakest, and Zhi Shuxi is the most mysterious. The mysterious person will send a qualified person. It doesn’t matter if he loses, but if he wins

Then everyone is happy.

"Let me do it..."

Jin Lin was blocked in his path, and an evil face flashed before his eyes. Even though everyone was wearing uniforms from the Uniform Academy today, he was still dressed in red and looked extremely charming.

"Teacher, let me take part in this scene! Are the golden scales...not qualified..."

Nan Jiu's smile was not as cold as before, and it made people feel inexplicably comfortable, but his words were not so comfortable, with a commanding tone and arrogance.

However, neither Jin Lin nor the deputy dean of No. 3 Courtyard had any extreme reactions, and it seemed natural. The dean was because Wu said intentionally or unintentionally last night that Nan Jiu was from the mountains and was qualified to be alone by Wu in Shendu.

Naturally, there is only one mountain mentioned. The reason for Jinlin is relatively simple. As the leader of the team, Jinlin needs a scapegoat, so naturally he needs to find someone new. It just so happens that Nanjiu is new enough, but now he thinks of himself.

Jin Lin felt a little pain in his chest, so he couldn't say anything.

"No objection, then...I'll go up?"

Nan Jiu's smile was not arrogant, but it unconsciously made the audience tremble, like a snake hiding in the dark.

"Brother...can you go and die?"

Nan Jiu looked at Zhi Shuxi opposite, who was dressed in white, and tilted his head, like an obedient younger brother asking for candy from his elder brother.

"You come and get it..."

Zhi Shuxi also smiled, smiling like a spring breeze.

"Have you ever heard Zhi Shuxi talk about his past?" Su Hang approached Seventy and asked.

"I was also very interested, but he kept silent. Then I couldn't help but ask the dean. Unexpectedly, the old guy actually got into a fight with me! What can we say about the disputes in troubled times? Only when Zhi Shuxi is upright, what will happen?

Not to mention, it's disappointing." Qishi held his sword and looked at Caicaicai opposite him who was chewing a chicken leg with disgust.

"Zhi Shuxi is so strong?!" Su Hang stopped chatting. He should have thought that he had concealed his acquired strength at the human level and was already a rare master in his age group. He didn't want Zhi Shuxi to shoot with the gun in a wanton manner.

The spear swept across, leaving white marks on the ground of the martial arts platform. The martial arts arena under the sacred mountain was extremely solid. Countless heaven-level masters had fought life and death here, but they could not break even one of the floor tiles on the platform.

Now that Zhi Shuxi can leave white marks on the ground, she is at least as strong as the third blood stone. Jin Lin, who was about to come on stage just now, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Zhi Shuxi's strength was unexpected, and Nan Jiu's strength in red was also unreasonable. At the age of ten, he broke into the third blood stone. The end of so many people's hard work is just for these geniuses. Asxs. That's all. So-called.

Geniuses always make people despair easily!

Just when everyone was lamenting the unfairness of the world or envious of these two geniuses who came from nowhere, Zhi Shuxi's spear had already penetrated Nan Jiu's chest.

Except for a few strong men who were supposed to be of high strength, most people were surprised. Entering the Dragon did not appear? This battle was too casual.

"As expected of my brother, even without a sword, he is so much better than those mediocre people in the audience!" Nan Jiu grinned and seemed very happy. Because he was wearing a red robe, he could not see clearly.

Whether it was bleeding or not, there was no blood on Zhishuxi's silver-white spear.

"I haven't seen you for several years. Without my supervision, you haven't fallen behind in your cultivation!"

Zhi Shuxi took back the spear, and Nan Jiu turned into light smoke and dispersed, and then condensed beside Zhi Shuxi. The first thing that condensed was the long sword, and it only had half a handle, and he stabbed Zhi Shuxi relentlessly.

, ignoring the long sword that was directed towards her face, Zhi Shuxi hit the tail of the spear with her left hand, and the spear passed quickly with her right hand. When she was about to let go, she grabbed the tail of the spear. The long sword was only a short distance away from the tip of Zhi Shuxi's nose.

Shuxi seemed to be still doing meaningless things. The spear was piercing the air, the tip of the spear was trembling, and the sword was almost there. Zhi Shuxi did not block or even dodge, letting the sword hit his face.

As if it was an absurd play staged somewhere, the long sword shattered on Zhi Shuxi's face, without even causing a ripple on his face. The long sword, together with the man in red clothes that had just condensed behind it,

The sleeves turned into pieces and fell to the ground, even making a crisp sound, like broken porcelain.

"Oh, why do you have to make it so realistic?"

Zhishu smiled lightly, and picked up a broken finger on the ground with the tip of her spear with great interest.

"I thought you would have some other emotions? Your understatement makes me feel very unfulfilled!"

Nan Jiu's voice came from behind Zhi Shuxi, and the fragments on the ground turned into light smoke when they hit the ground for the last time and dissipated in the air. Zhi Shuxi turned around, and Nan Jiu was standing there, holding the long sword upside down.

The expression on his face was filled with anger and a hint of joy, like a child who was caught playing a prank on the person he liked.

"You can't take my life away from me!"

It seemed as if she was discussing the ownership of something lovable. Zhi Shuxi spoke calmly, with a slight smile on her lips, but after all, the two of them were not here to reminisce about the past. As she spoke, Zhi Shuxi's spear was already stabbing at each other, and the metal and iron were clashing.

, Nan Jiu swung away Zhi Shuxi's spear with a sword, and stepped forward, avoiding the advantage of the length of the spear itself. Once he got close, the spear would become somewhat difficult to use.
To be continued...