Outside Lingyin Temple.
Due to some things, the mountain gate seemed very deserted, and even the Zhike monk who usually greeted and dropped off seemed to be missing.
Qingshan and Lin Ying finally reached Lingshan.
As for Ye Xingchen, he said three days ago that he had something to leave, and the two of them didn't care.
This was the first time Qingshan came to Lingyin Temple, so he naturally had some different feelings about a sect as famous as Taoism.
Lin Ying's face looked particularly solemn.
Because just at the mountain gate, he heard the sound of ridicule coming from the distance.
If a fellow disciple was ridiculed and ridiculed by someone like this, if it were him, he would definitely not be able to help but draw a sword, even if that person is a great practitioner of the upper three realms.
This time when he came to Lingyin Temple, he represented Sword Immortal City.
Similarly, Sword Immortal City and Dao Sect have always advanced and retreated together. If things get out of control, I am afraid that we will have a fight with those monks today.
Lin Ying glanced at Qingshan beside him, trying to see some emotion on his face.
Just nothing.
Qingshan remained upright, and the spear on his back did not move at all.
Seeing such an expression, Lin Ying knew that today's events would become increasingly unpredictable.
Qingshan walked forward slowly, passed several halls, passed the collapsed Buddha, and then went straight to the small courtyard.
Qingshan glanced around, and a faint breath came out of his body, and then floated forward.
Countless people stood in all directions, and suddenly they all raised their heads, as if sensing some kind of emotion.
Qingshan's eyes fell on the young monk standing proudly in the field.
At this moment, Yuan Zhen was smiling all over his face, clasping his hands together, his Zen clothes moving with the wind, and a sense of Buddha nature flowing through him.
"The monk's name is Yuan Zhen. He is a third-generation disciple of the Lecture Hall of Lingyin Temple. It is said that he has entered the Arhat realm and has the magical power to subdue demons."
Lin Ying whispered.
Qingshan just looked at him, as if looking at the weeds on the roadside, and said: "Too weak."
The two of them didn't speak loudly, but they didn't deliberately cover up.
Practitioners have very good hearing, so these two lines of dialogue were clearly transmitted into the room.
Yuan Zhen's face darkened, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Qingshan from a distance.
Qingshan turned a blind eye to this provocation and threat. He just raised his steps and walked forward. There, Qiu Wen was lying on the ground, struggling to get up.
Qiu Wen was not very familiar with Qingshan at Feilai Peak. He only knew that he was the first sword bearer in the Dao Sect three years ago and ranked first in the martial arts performance of the Four Halls. ..
He is the well-deserved first among the three generations of disciples.
Qingshan knelt down and fed a pill into Qiu Wen's mouth.
The elixir entered the body, and a warm breath was slowly calming the injury. Qiu Wen had a look of shame on his face and whispered: "Senior Brother Qingshan..."
Qingshan shook his head slightly, then glanced at Lin Ying, who understood and gently lifted Qiu up and stood aside.
Looking at the unpredictable Qingshan in front of her, Lin Ying couldn't help but ask: "What are you thinking about?"
Qingshan said calmly: "I was thinking... if I kill him later, how many moves will it take?"
"you really…"
Lin Ying shook his head helplessly and said: "Do you know what you are talking about? Not to mention those young monks opposite, the guy in front of you is the most advanced person among the three generations of disciples of Lingyin Temple. He stepped down three years ago. After entering the Arhat realm, his physical body is comparable to a magic weapon. Among the nine holy lands, there are not many people of the younger generation who can hurt him."
Qingshan didn't pay attention, just thought about it and asked seriously: "You mean, he is very powerful?" "Let's put it this way." Lin Ying held out three fingers and said: "For practitioners of your age and mine, There are no more than three people who can beat him."
Hearing these words, countless Lingyin Temple disciples looked at Yuan Zhen with reverence.
The air suddenly became much quieter.
Qingshan was silent for a while and said, "Then just one move."
…
Qingshan's cultivation time is very short. From the beginning of that small mountain village to now, it has only been more than five years.
If we talk about realm, it is not that outstanding in Linghuang or even in Dao Sect.
But Qingshan didn't care at all if it was a wheel contract fight, because he had the same experience as Master Shen Yu.
That means never losing.
At first, he was not willing to do some amazing things in Lingyin Temple, and even just wanted to take Master Yangliu away quietly.
But when he saw Qiu Wen's appearance, Qingshan changed his mind.
Yuan Zhen in the station was full of anger.
In his opinion, this time he should be the protagonist in the plot deliberately arranged by Master Hui Ke and the first one. He should personally destroy a genius of the younger generation of Dao Sect, and then kill him to end his inner demons as a matter of course.
But he didn't expect that all his glory would be taken away by the young man in front of him.
The extremely ordinary-looking boy didn't even make a move, but just a few words made people ignore him.
Yuan Zhen stared at Qingshan and said mockingly: "You are good at what you say, but you don't know how weak your Dao Sect disciple's hands are compared to the guy lying on the ground just now."
The grievances between young people always arise from extremely small things, but often these small things will produce a series of reactions, and even evolve into nodes and hatreds that can change the course of history.
These initial grievances are really small, and sometimes people can't understand them.
Yuan Zhen's movements and words seemed to him to be an extremely ordinary ridicule. Which young man is not so high-spirited.
But, he forgot.
Qingshan is different from many people, but he is very similar to the same person, but countless people in the room have never seen that person.
Unlike the angry expressions on the faces of Dao Zong disciples, Qingshan has always been calm.
No matter who it is, it is just a move to him.
Qingshan said: "You will die."
Yuan Zhen was extremely angry, and Qing Shan's understatement made his heart feel like a fire was lit.
Yuan Zhen narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "You must be the one who died."
When Qingshan heard this, he thought of other things.
Lingyin Temple and Dao Sect are both holy places. It is impossible for only a third-generation disciple like Yuan Zhen to come forward for such a big matter.
Because everyone knows that if the two holy places are developed, it will inevitably cause spiritual shock.
In today's era, when the Demon Realm and the Demon Realm are not very peaceful, if there is a war between the two sects of the Righteous Path.
Then next, the Demon Ancestor, the Demon Emperor, and even the people in the hidden Qianchuan Land will inevitably have strange movements.
Just as he had thought before, many earth-shattering events are often caused by extremely small things.
Qingshan's eyes were thoughtful, but in Yuan Zhen's eyes, this was a real contempt.
Yuan Zhen could no longer hold back the anger in her heart, and her aura surged out of her body. The ground shook with gravel, followed by gusts of breeze.
"Go to hell!"
With a sound of clearing the river, a crackling whistling sound filled the air.
He rushed directly towards Qingshan, raised his right fist, and brought up a burst of brilliant afterimages.
Everyone in the arena widened their eyes when they saw this scene, trying to see some details of the fight between the two.
Lin Ying looked even more solemn.
Yuan Zhen indeed has a convincingly strong fighting power among the younger generation. Even he himself, except for those sword moves that hurt both sides, can't gain the upper hand with his fists at all.
This battle, in a sense, is the pinnacle battle between the three generations of disciples of Taoism and Buddhism.
This represents the prosperity of Taoism and Buddhism in the future.
Lin Ying was looking forward to it.
…
Feeling the killing intent and aura in the air, Qingshan just glanced at him lightly. ..
There is really no pressure in a battle of this level. Back then in the Demon Realm, those
The endless stream of great demons are much more powerful than Yuan Zhen.
"It seems you are really looking for death!"
Looking at the young man's absent-minded look, Yuan Zhen became even more angry. He walked in front of Qingshan and slashed out with his right hand.
In an instant, a dazzling golden light erupted from his right fist, which was extremely dazzling.
If he were an ordinary person, his eyes would be stung by this brilliant light, and he would not be able to see his subsequent punches.
However, this kind of ordinary fighting style and extremely unsightly tactics were of no use to Qingshan.
Qingshan didn't untie the package behind him, but just took a step forward.
Strolling forward leisurely.
There was no weird and unpredictable move. Qingshan just turned slightly to the side and avoided the fist lightly.
Only a wisp of fist wind slightly blew up a strand of black hair on his temples.
Then Aoyama's right hand gently stretched forward.
Under the shocked gazes of countless people, he lightly held the other person's neck.
"I said, just one move."
An indifferent voice whispered in Yuan Zhen's ear, and Shen Yu exerted slight force on her right hand.
"Be merciful!" an old voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard.
Qingshan turned a deaf ear.
Yuan Zhen's body slowly moved away from the ground, his face gradually turned blood red, and then turned pale again.
boom!
There was a flag flying from the sky at lightning speed.
Then a handsome-looking monk appeared in mid-air.
Opposite the monk, stood a strange-looking man with a cynical face, holding a blood-red sword in his hand.
In the sound like thunder exploding from the sky, the flag and the sword flew back.
Master Huike,
The head of the night department.
Looking at the two people suspended in the air, Lin Ying's face showed surprise at first, and soon turned melancholy.
A Zen disciple of Lingyin Temple.
The other one is the head of the Demon Hunting Department of the Tang Dynasty.
The forces represented by these two people will have a huge shock to the spiritual wilderness.
There was a gentle breeze.
A figure slowly slid down, no longer alive.
"One move? Really only one move?"
"Senior Brother Yuanzhen is dead. Who is he and what methods did he use?"
The disciples of Lingyin Temple exclaimed in surprise, their faces full of disbelief.
In their eyes, Senior Brother Yuan Zhen, who was already in the Arhat realm and whose physical strength was so strong that even a martial artist could not compare to him, was crushed to death by the young man without any resistance.
It's as easy as squeezing an ant to death.
What kind of fighting power is this? The young man's level has reached an unimaginable level.
The Dao Sect disciples on the other side were full of pride, standing upright, and their eyes were firmly focused on the young man.
He is the first among the three generations of disciples of my Taoist sect.
Such thoughts flashed through the minds of dozens of Dao Sect disciples.
pride.
There is honor in it.
