Qu Wenfeng sneered at Taoist Master Jingyin and said: "Taoist Master, you are a Taoist. If you don't practice the way of becoming an immortal in a Taoist temple, how come you come here to take care of trivial matters in the world?"
Taoist Master Jingyin smiled lightly and replied: "Taoism emphasizes ascetic cultivation, and the ultimate ideal is to become an immortal. But the duty of an immortal is to walk the Tao for heaven and help the world and save people. It can be seen that the ultimate goal of a Taoist is to walk the Tao for heaven. Benefit the world and save people. You disturb the martial arts world and harm your fellow Taoists, which is against the way of heaven. As a Taoist priest, it is your duty to go down the mountain to do justice for heaven."
Qu Wenfeng said seriously: "Taoist Priest, are we really irreconcilable enemies?"
Taoist Master Jingyin replied: "There is nothing wrong with being friends, as long as you abandon evil and do good."
Qu Wenfeng said: "Forget it for this life, I will accept you as my younger brother in the next life."
Taoist Master Jingyin smiled and replied: "You want to be the eldest brother of my Taoist sect. I wonder if you are worthy enough?"
"You'll know if you try it." Qu Wenfeng struck at Taoist Priest Jingyin with his palm.
The wind in his palm was too strong, Taoist Master Jingyin chose to dodge and quickly drew out his sword.
Qu Wenfeng missed with one palm, so he chose to use another palm, plus one more.
Taoist Master Jingyin dodges one after another, seizes the gap, and hands Qu Wenfeng a sword in return.
Qu Wenfeng was extremely confident. He held the sword with both palms, clamped the sword body with one hand, and transferred his internal energy into his palms. He folded the sword with force, and the sword broke from the middle. Two palms came out to attack Taoist Master Jingyin's left and right chests.
Taoist Master Jingyin was extremely shocked. He hurriedly discarded the hilt of his sword and jumped back to take advantage of the wind coming from his palm, just to adjust his panic.
Qu Wenfeng was very happy when he saw that Taoist Jingyin was able to resist his domineering palm force, but was unable to fight back. He greeted Taoist Jingyin with one palm after another, like a storm.
Although Taoist Master Jingyin's internal strength is not weak, if he were to challenge Qu Wenfeng head-on with his fists and kicks, he would be no match for him. In order to avoid harm and save his life, he had no choice but to dodge. If it weren't for the circle and the limited space for activities, he really wanted to lead Qu Wenfeng to run through the entire escort agency and play hide-and-seek.
The three-legged donkey jumped into the sky, and the mud cow entered the sea without leaving a trace.
Qu Wenfeng saw that his palm power was failing one after another, and he was still following Taoist Master Jingyin like a shadow. He was really angry and annoyed. If he hadn't been in a hurry to send Master Jingyin back to the west, he would have wanted to Stop and get furious.
After a while of entanglement, Taoist Master Jingyin realized that although his palm skills were not as strong as Qu Wenfeng's, he was more agile than Qu Wenfeng, so he hid harder and harder, and fled faster and faster. Qu Wenfeng, who was following him, was so tired that he was angry. Panting.
Qu Wenfeng saw that pursuing him like this was not an option, as his internal energy was being consumed too quickly and he was still very tired, so he stopped and stopped chasing.
Taoist Master Jingyin was very happy to see that Qu Wenfeng was no longer chasing him. He finally had time to think about how to deal with the enemy. After calming down and thinking about it, a sudden flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he remembered Bai Yutian's battle with the Supreme Monk. If there was a table next to him, he would really want to impress him.
When Qu Wenfeng saw that Taoist Master Jingyin was in a trance, looking absent-minded, he felt happy and slapped him with his palm. Soldiers never tire of deceit, Taoist Master Jingyin's absent-minded look was just for Qu Wenfeng to see, intending to lure Qu Wenfeng to attack him with his palm. When he saw the wind coming from his palm, he quickly moved out of the way. Qu Wenfeng had never thought that Taoist cultivators could be so cunning and fell into the trap. Each palm strike was faster than the last, but the power of each palm was weaker than the last.
Taoist Master Jingyin only chose to dodge this time, keeping a corresponding distance, and did not choose to escape, just to see the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to Qu Wenfeng.
Qu Wenfeng was very happy to see that Taoist Master Jingyin no longer ran away. He struck him with one palm after another, no matter the distance or the strength of the palms, he just wanted to hit Taoist Jingyin.
Taoist Master Jingyin saw that Qu Wenfeng had already fired more than ten palms in order to hit his body, and the palm power must be only 50% to 60% of the previous palm power, so he widened the distance and waited for Qu Wenfeng to attack.
In order to hit Taoist Jingyin, Qu Wenfeng not only speeded up the speed of his palm release, but he was thinking about so many things. The thirteenth palm rushed towards Taoist Jingyin from a long distance.
Taoist Master Jingyin did not choose to dodge this time. Instead, he poured his inner strength into his palms. He hit Qu Wenfeng's chest with one palm, then struck Qu Wenfeng's chest with another palm... Palm followed another, each palm was faster than the last, and each palm was harder than the last. The palm hit Qu Wenfeng's chest.
Qu Wenfeng finally couldn't withstand Taoist Master Jingyin's attack. When Taoist Jingyin sent out his tenth palm, he was knocked out and lay outside the circle. His lungs had already burst and his chin was already covered with blood. He wanted to say a few words and then close his eyes, but due to the excessive injuries, he died before he could say a word.
This sudden competition disrupted everyone's original thoughts.
Watching Qu Wenfeng die and looking at Master Mingzhi's sacred and inviolable dignity, Jiang Longwei was no longer sure whether Bai Yutian wanted him to be the chief escort, or whether he had lied to him and wanted to be the chief escort himself.
Facing the suspicion on Jiang Longwei's face, Su Zhener whispered: "Young escort, the matter has come to an end, it is useless to say more. But many times, what is visible is not necessarily true, and what is unexpected is not necessarily bad. .”
Jiang Longwei heard about it and believed in Bai Yutian with luck. Seeing that the opponent asked Liu Qing to fight, he said to the warriors around him: "Who will participate in this battle?"
When everyone saw that Liu Qing was a little-known wild boy, they all signed up enthusiastically. But there was only one spot, so Su Zhen'er spoke and asked Zhu Siwu, the leader of the Wild Boar Village, to fight.
Zhu Siwu felt extremely honored. He walked happily to the center of the field with his big ax in hand.
The two met each other in the circle. Liu Qing said politely to Zhu Siwu: "My younger brother Liu Qing, what do you call this elder brother?"
Seeing that Liu Qing knew some etiquette and was a little kid, Zhu Siwu replied nicely: "Zhu Siwu is the leader of Wild Boar Village."
Liu Qing smiled and said: "Brother Zhu, in this round, you win and I lose, okay?"
Zhu Siwu replied: "Little brother, winning or losing depends on your ability. There is no such thing as you winning or me losing."
Liu Qing said: "Please enlighten me!"
Zhu Siwu hissed and smiled, then he dodged Liu Qing with his axe, slashing through Huashan Mountain.
Liu Qing dodged to the right, turned sideways and swung his sword straight at Zhu Siwu's arm.
Zhu Siwu retracted the ax to block it, then sent the ax forward and hit Liu Qing's abdomen.
Liu Qing hurriedly dodged, and as soon as he regained his footing, Zhu Siwu blocked his way, forcing him to take two steps back to protect himself.
Seeing Liu Qing's graceful steps, Zhu Siwu became more confident in his own martial arts. He used his axe, axe, and axe, so vigorously that he almost scared Liu Qing into a cold sweat.
Liu Qing came here to seek defeat. Seeing that Zhu Siwu's ax was too powerful, he couldn't help but feel a bit of awe. In addition to constantly dodging the sharp edge of the axe, he would occasionally throw out a sword to block Zhu Siwu's arrogant attack. Brute force, lest he be too careless and expose too many flaws, making it impossible for him to attack or not to attack, leaving him in a dilemma.
As the ax came down one after another, Zhu Siwu vaguely felt that Liu Qing was not very capable, so he became proud and greeted Liu Qing with ax after ax, endlessly.
Liu Qing was afraid of being hurt by the axe, so he had to retreat step by step. When he had no way to retreat, Zhu Siwu bravely handed him an axe. I had no choice but to take another step back and get out of the circle and lose.
This incredible victory made Jiang Longwei extremely happy, but when he saw Master Mingzhi standing opposite, he said sadly: "Which one of you will come to the last competition?"
The people in Qinglong Hall seemed not to hear it and shrank back. It's not that they are afraid of losing, or that they can't afford to lose, they just don't want to be beaten to a cripple like Ning Zhenan and Yu Hualong, let alone be carried back sideways like Qiu Yibai, Sima Zheng, and Qu Wenfeng.
Just when Jiang Longwei felt extremely desperate for the people around him, Su Zhener stood up and whispered: "Young escort leader, I will take the lead in this last scene."
Jiang Longwei grabbed Su Zhen'er's hand and said, "Even if Ning Zhen An Ning, the hero, goes up, he may not be his opponent. If you go up, you might as well just admit defeat."
"If you admit defeat now, then all your previous efforts will be in vain. I am not worthy of Ning Daxia and Master Yu, let alone the three corpses on the ground." Su Zhener glanced at the three corpses on the ground and moved toward the center of the field. Go.
Jiang Longwei looked at Su Zhen'er's back and said helplessly: "You have to be careful! I really don't care about the position of chief escort."
Su Zhener heard this, turned around and smiled sweetly at Jiang Longwei and said, "Okay!"
When Master Mingzhi saw that a girl was coming, he sat back happily and said, "I am an old man in my seventies and eighty years old, so it is inconvenient for me to start with the girl and choose another person."
Bai Yutian had no choice but to turn his attention to Hu Yanqing, hoping that she would support him.
Hu Yanqing said in confusion: "I may not be able to beat her."
Hu Yiqiu said: "I'm not asking you to win, as long as it doesn't hurt her or yourself."
Bai Yutian smiled and said: "Go, listen to your father and seek perfection."
Hu Yanqing stood up and whispered: "Then shall I go?"
Gu Huai said happily: "Go, it's not easy to see women competing in martial arts, it's a fresh idea."
Hu Yanqing smiled with her little mouth raised, walked to the middle of the venue with her sword in hand, met Su Zhen'er and said, "Sister, please be gentle, I'm here to help my sister Yan'er steal the man of her heart."
Su Zhener heard this and smiled and said: "Okay. Sister, please!"
Hu Yanqing slowly pulled out the sword, held it firmly, and said with a smile: "Sister, please!"
Su Zhener's sword was unsheathed, and she stabbed Hu Yanqing with a move of "Spring Blossoms". Hu Yanqing followed up with a move of "Spring Swallow Holds Mud". The two swords intersected, and the spring light was overflowing. It was so beautiful that it received a burst of applause from the spectators.
Hearing the applause, the two beauties gradually turned into two dancing butterflies. The swords in their hands were very shy, and they were playing and playing non-stop. Everyone watching was dazzled and smiled happily.
Su Zhen'er still ruthlessly cut Hu Yanqing's sleeves and forced Hu Yanqing out of the circle for the sake of being Jiang Longwei's chief escort.
Seeing that she was not injured, Hu Yanqing returned to the camp happily and received praise from Bai Yutian.
