Hearing this, Lin Fan nodded in agreement.
Masters are not created overnight.
Just like the original Sword Master Lonely Sword, he went through countless battles and narrow escapes in his life, and finally won the title of Sword Master.
There may indeed be only one Sword Master in the world, but don’t you know how many bones are piled under the ground where the sword is the highest honor.
In the arena.
The contest continues.
The abbot of Lingnan Temple, relying on his indestructible Vajra body, directly competed with Long Er for his true energy.
Seeing that Long'er was still young and his true energy was no match at all, he was about to lose.
Lin Fan in the audience curled his lips slightly and shouted softly: "Silly boy, who asked you to fight with him for real energy? Did I teach you the twenty-two swords for nothing?"
Twenty-two swords!
The Sword Master of the Central Plains, a lifetime of hard work!
Even without any true energy support, relying only on the exquisite sword moves of his twenty-two swords, this set of swordsmanship can be regarded as a unique skill in the world.
Especially the last move, Sword Twenty-Two, is a peerless swordsmanship that the sword master has painstakingly studied for many years.
On the ring, Long Er's eyes suddenly lit up after hearing Lin Fan's words.
"Yeah, how could I forget the Holy Spirit Sword Technique that Uncle Lin taught me!"
Long Er slapped his bald forehead, and after he came to his senses, he immediately stopped entangled with the abbot of Nanling Temple.
He directly pulled out an iron sword from the weapon rack at the edge of the ring, and then slowly used the moves in the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.
"Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Sword One!"
Bah, bah, bah!
The iron sword in Long Er's hand suddenly became like a dragon, flying up and down and dancing wildly, which dazzled the eyes of the monks in the audience.
at the same time.
The abbot of Nanling Temple on the stage had a proud look on his face and was ready to wait for work. When Long Er completely lost his strength, he would end the battle directly.
However, since the opponent got the sword in his hand and started to use this exquisite sword technique, the abbot of Nanling Temple felt that he was somewhat powerless and could not operate the Vajra Indestructible Body smoothly.
"etc!"
Suddenly, the abbot of Nanling Temple waved his hand, signaling Long'er to stop first.
"What kind of swordsmanship are you doing? Why, I have never seen it in Buddhism before?"
In Buddhism, there are also warrior monks who are good at swordsmanship and have similar special skills.
However, Buddhist swordsmanship is more heavy and heavy, and is not as light and agile as Holy Spirit swordsmanship.
Long Er sneered, raised the iron sword in his hand, and drew out a sword flower lightly.
"Created by Dugu Sword Master, this is the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!"
As the last word fell, Long Er's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.
When he appeared again, he was already in front of the abbot of Nanling Temple.
"Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Sword Two!"
"Sword Three!"
"Four of Swords!"
...
"Twenty-two swords!"
Although Long Er's true energy is not very deep, his swordsmanship talent is very demonic.
This set of Holy Spirit Sword Techniques seems to have been created by him.
In his hands, even without the use of real energy, he can still exert at least half of his power.
The abbot of Nanling Temple had no backhand power under this sword technique. He was directly knocked away by Long Er's sword and fell outside the ring.
On the high platform.
The white-bearded old monk in charge saw this and shouted in a deep voice: "The outcome has been decided. Now, who else wants to challenge the representative of Lanruo Temple?"
I asked this question three times in a row.
But in the audience, no one dared to respond.
Think about it, even the great masters like Xiling Laughing Buddha who became famous a few years ago have lost to this young boy. Who dares to look down on this young child in front of him.
When the white-bearded old monk on the high platform saw this, he nodded with satisfaction and announced loudly:
"Since there is no one to challenge, the leader of this Sizhai Alliance Conference is...Lanruo Si!"
Hearing the white-bearded old monk announcing the results, the monks in Lanruo Temple in the audience cheered and got excited.
In contrast, the monks from the other five temples on the other side all looked defeated.
"That kid is really a monster. He is no match for the Laughing Buddha in our temple!"
"It's not just the Laughing Buddha. Didn't you see that the abbot of Nanling Temple was defeated by others? He lost all his face."
"Oh, he's already several decades old. He can't even beat a child. He's so old... he's like a dog."
"Let's go, it's the leader of Lanruo Temple again, let's go back and practice hard."
That night.
Lanruo Temple held a grand celebration.
Although Buddhism pays attention to purity, Lanruo Temple still celebrated a lively event such as winning the alliance leader.
Who says Buddhist disciples are not competitive?
On the contrary, these monks speak benevolently, morally and compassionately.
Deep down, fame and fortune are more important than anyone else.
Otherwise, why would they overhaul the golden Buddha in the temple.
Isn't it good to imitate other Taoist priests and go deep into the mountains and forests to cultivate your own way?
After all, as long as you are in the mortal world, no matter who you are, you can't escape the word fame and fortune.
the next day.
Lin Fan and You Ruo were preparing to return to Wushuang City. During this period, Long Er also wanted to go back.
But helplessly, the monks of Lanruo Temple, big and small, treat him as a treasure and won't let him go no matter what.
Therefore, he could only stay in Lanruo Temple and be the leader of the alliance for a period of time.
A few days later, Lin Fan and You Ruo returned to Wushuang City.
As soon as they returned, the two heard from Second Meng that there were guests in Wushuang City!
And he asked Lin Fan by name.
"Looking for me?"
Lin Fan had a strange look on his face and couldn't figure out who he was, so he came to Wushuang City specifically to look for him.
Second Meng, who was standing by, glanced at Lin Fan and said angrily: "Maybe it was you who caused the romantic debt there again, and now the girl has come to visit."
Lin Fan: "..."
Immediately, Lin Fan changed into light clothes.
In the reception room of the City Lord's Mansion, I saw this person who was looking for me by name!
It's not the girl Youruo mentioned, but a middle-aged man.
Moreover, I have never seen this person before.
Lin Fan was a little curious about the other party's identity and why he came to Wushuang City to find him!
"Your Excellency, you must be City Lord Lin. I have something to do here, and I want to ask Lord Lin for help!" the middle-aged man said with cupped hands.
"Huai Kong..."
After reciting the name silently, Lin Fan immediately remembered it.
In the original plot, Huai Kong is the apprentice of the Iron God of Tiexin Island, and he also has an older brother named Huai Mie.
but.
According to the plot, Huai Kong should still be his young hero, so why would he come to him when he has nothing to do?
"Tell me, what do you want from me? I don't like chatty people!" Lin Fan said directly.
Hearing this, Huai Kong smiled coquettishly and said, "It is said that Mr. Xiaoyao indulges himself in the world, and he is accompanied by three beauties. He does not love the country but loves the beauty. He is a wonderful man. When we meet him today, he is indeed extraordinary!"
Speaking of this, Huai Kong sighed softly and said: "Since City Lord Lin has said so, then Huai Kong will not beat around the bush. Huai Kong came here because he wants to ask City Lord to borrow a sword!"
