Starting from the hard-working Jindan ancestors

Chapter 222 On Sword Five, Yang God, Tong Miao Fu Yutian

"Fellow Fuyutian, is there any need for another comparison?" After glancing at Fuyutian, Master Tongmiao replied indifferently.

This is true, the Luofu faction can be said to have won a complete victory, no matter in terms of swords, fighting skills, or the total number of games, Luofu has already won the victory, even if Fu Yutian can kill Zhenjun Tongmiao and win the victory , but it still cannot change the fact that the Southern Demon Sect has failed, not to mention that the possibility of Fu Yutian being able to kill Zhenjun Tongmiao is almost zero. Of course, if Fu Yutian can really kill Zhenjun Tongmiao, it is undoubtedly A very significant victory.

"Oh? Could it be that Fellow Daoist Tong Miao is afraid?" Fu Yutian laughed.

"I'm afraid, the old Taoist may have been afraid of so many things for so many years, but for Fuyu Tiandao friends, I really can't afford the word fear." After a pause, he continued: "We are cultivators, although Being gifted by heaven and earth, I can live a few years longer than ordinary people, but even so, every inch of time is worth cherishing, and the old way thinks that such meaningless things should not be done."

Master Tongmiao thought about it for a few days, Fu Yutian's behavior these days was really abnormal, not to mention anything else, just for himself, it gave him the feeling that Fu Yutian would definitely compete with himself, every time Between the gaps, all the meanings were revealed, as if he was afraid that he would not compare, and there must be something wrong with it.

Of course, Master Tongmiao is not afraid, but has practiced for many years, and he is used to thinking more about everything.Just like the current situation, it seems that there seems to be some trap waiting for me to dig into it. If I fall into the trap carelessly, it will not prove that I am fearless, but will end up with the title of "wild and unthinking" .Anyway, now that Luo Fu has won a complete victory, why should he follow Fu Yutian's mind to compete with him, in order to prove that he is really the No. [-] Yang God in the south?Isn't it also a joyful thing to add trouble to Fu Yutian?
Fu Yutian glanced at Zhenjun Tongmiao indifferently, and roughly understood what Zhenjun Tongmiao was planning, then turned his head to look at Zhang Qin, but didn't say a word.

"Tong Miao, there are five rounds of fighting skills and swordsmanship, and now there is only one last round. You might as well compare him with him, so as not to cause gossip." Zhang Qin said.

When Fu Yutian heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, while Weiyu and Chijian Patriarch all frowned, these words should not have come from Zhang Qin and Zhang Tianshi.

True Monarch Tongmiao was also taken aback for a moment, then his expression remained unchanged, and he said to Zhang Qin: "What the Celestial Master said is reasonable, since this is the case, please let me see how you have improved over the years."

"I'm just going to ask Fellow Daoist Tong Miao for some great tricks, I can't ask for it, please!" Fu Yutian replied without talking nonsense, and then a magic cloud appeared under him, and he was in the midair of Luofu Mountain in the blink of an eye.

True Monarch Tongmiao sighed lightly, and said to Zhang Qin: "Tianshi, this competition may be a little more noisy, with all your strength, it may be difficult to be cautious, please trouble Tianshi to take care of Luo Fu."

"It's okay, don't worry, the competition is just for you." Zhang Qin nodded, agreeing.

"Then I would like to thank Heavenly Master." As he spoke, he glanced at Zhenjun Weiyu and Patriarch Chijian, the meaning was self-evident, Weiyu and Chijian also agreed, and nodded accordingly.

Then an auspicious cloud appeared under the feet of Zhenjun Tongmiao, carrying Zhenjun Tongmiao to the mountains.

"I never thought that I would be able to experience fellow Daoist Tong Miao's brilliant moves again so soon. It's a great honor, please."

"Please!" The two of them said politely in the mid-air of the mountain, and then there was an astonishing aura behind each of them, and they met each other, just like the dry wood meeting the raging fire, and their brains were ignited.

"Front the forehead, fellow Taoist Zeng Xuan in the frying pan."

Inside the Chongxu Hall, a monk was walking slowly towards the inside, but the sound of the Buddha's name broke the tranquility of the hall.

Listening to the words, Huang Yi was naturally taken aback for the first time, but he reacted quickly, stopped what he was doing, and replied, "I have seen Master Xianyuan."

"This is Master, come to the palace to cultivate?" Huang Yi asked.

"After three days of fighting with Na Dudu, the little monk is physically and mentally exhausted, and disturbed the meditation of Zhenxuan Daoist." (The accent is automatically changed, so I won't make a typo)

"No, never, but I never thought about it. After three days, I saw that the master was safe and sound, did I think that something went wrong?"

"The demon sect's thieves are powerful, but the little monk failed to subdue the demon as he wished, he is ashamed of my Buddha, he bowed his forehead." Xianyuan replied.

That was a draw, and Huang Yi understood it as soon as he heard it.

"As long as the sky lasts forever, the matter of subduing demons cannot be accomplished overnight, so the master doesn't have to."

"Front forehead, but it disturbed fellow Taoist Qingxiu."

"Master, sit down. After staying in the palace for three days, Xiaodao is really annoying. It is rare to see such a grand occasion in this Yangshen Zhenjun fight. Isn't it the same as before, Master?" Huang Yi said.

"Cough, cough, forehead, head down. I can't, I can't take it, my body can't stand it, fellow Taoist Zhenxuan, go, don't bother me, don't bother me." Hearing what Huang Yi said, Xianyuan coughed exaggeratedly After a few clicks, he said to Huang Yi.

"This..." Huang Yi saw Xianyuan's extremely exaggerated performance, and was naturally taken aback for a moment, but looked at Xianyuan's hard work and painstakingly compared to himself: "Don't talk to me, I want to be quiet, let's go, let's go!" .gesture, and continued: "Since that's the case, Xiaodao will leave first."

"Friends, please." Xianyuan said.

Huang Yi shook his head, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Xianyuan's gourd, but this place is the Chongxu Hall, not the Sanqing Hall, which is too microscopic for him, even if Xianyuan wanted to make something famous in the hall, it was his Luofu sect's business up.

Stepping out of the Chongxu Hall, the sun shines on his body, a warm feeling rises from the rising, looking back and looking at his own Xianyuan with a smile, Huang Yi is very good at going to the Chongxu Hall. The door closed, and then slowly walked down.

Seeing the movement of Chongxu Hall behind him, Zhenjun Weiyu looked back, saw that it was Huang Yi, Weiyu showed a kind smile, Huang Yi smiled back, didn't say much, and slowly walked towards him. After doing what he did, he quietly said hello to the passing comrades, and Huang Yi returned to his own actions.

"master?"

"Don't talk too much, it's good to experience it. The competition between the real Yangshen is a great opportunity, but don't be greedy. If you can't hold on, close your eyes and meditate."

After Huang Yi came out of the Chongxu Palace, Xianyuan looked it over carefully, and then said again: "He put his forehead down, found a futon, and sat up in meditation."Afterwards, a round of Buddha's light was born from the round brain milk, shining in the hall, covering the light from the few lamps and candles in the hall, and there seemed to be a faint voice coming out of his mouth, like that: "Fu Ben is gone."

(End of this chapter)