Chapter 18 Enter the Ten

The disciples of the Kunlun School cheered, and the disciples of Yunhaimen turned back and were a little depressed. Liu Haiqi smiled and said, "Brother, your disciple's cultivation is too high. If it is a single building, he also has the cultivation of the elixir period. He has practiced the twelfth type of mountain and river swordsmanship of my school, and he will definitely not easily lose to the ten sides."

The drunken Taoist smiled and said, "Actually, my disciple is quite stupid, so he takes advantage of high cultivation."

At first, there was a trace of panic on Shandong's face, but after the magic sword of Shifang was resisted by the stone wall, it also returned to normal.

Shifang hugged his fist and said, "Concession."

Shan Dong shook his head: "Brother's cultivation is profound, which is beyond my reach."

Elder Lei came and patted Shifang on the shoulder: "Good job, young man. The 20 winners in the afternoon will draw lots and group. Let's prepare well for tomorrow's game."

At noon, the Kunlun faction set up a sumptuous banquet in Yuxu Palace Square. After eating and drinking, the disciples of the outside door packed up the tables and chairs and began the second round of lottery.

This time, the experience of Shifang is no longer so restrained. At this time, there are only six disciples of the Kunlun School, namely Leng Aoxue, Xuanyuan Qingnong, Kong Jun, Zhong Yong, Mu Qingshu and Shifang.

There are five people left in Tianyin Temple, four people left in Yunhaimen, and five people left in Yihua Palace. Later, Shifang learned that the waist card drawn by Yuantian Monk of Tianyin Temple and Nan Yingyue of Yihua Palace was directly promoted due to the lack of two opponents.

This time, the ten parties drew a red waist card. When the draw was over, the wind and moon fairy said a encouraging word as a conclusion as usual, and then ended today's activity.

Shifang returned to Zicuifeng with the drunken Taoist. The drunken Taoist really praised Shifang, and finally said, "You can't blame others even if the single building is low. In the Yunhaimen School, the practice of magic skills is slow to enter the world, and the same time with the same qualification, it is much faster to practice the Mind Method of the Kunlun School than Yunhaimen. But at the same time, Yunhaimen's Confucianism is also unique. If people of the same two levels fight against each other, Yunhaimen has a greater chance of winning. In the early stage, their mountain and river swordsmanship was soft and strong, and in the later stage, it was both strong and soft. It's very good. I don't know who you are in a group with tomorrow. Go back and think about the experience of today's game.

Shifang returned to the room and lay on **. His mind was full of scenes when he fought with Shandong in the morning. What he thought was not about his shortcomings in the fight, but the way he thought about the use of mountain and river swordsmanship and purple Confucianism!

The purple Confucian formula can condense the spiritual power and make it more pure. The purple sword spirit spewed out by a single finger is twice as sharp as the sword spirit of the Golden Sword Gate! The spiritual power of the mountain and river swordsmanship has been running according to the circles of different sizes, driving the long sword also has that kind of continuous circulation, with soft strength.

Thinking in Shifang's mind, the hand drawing, the spiritual power in the body slowly condenses and pure, and the circle constantly drawn in the hand produces a soft wind, and the dust of the sheets rolled up nearby rotates.

When the circle drives the surrounding spiritual power to a certain extent, Shifang's body feels more comfortable than practicing the Kunlun School's mind method. In the end, Shifang's breath shook, and all the spiritual power gathered in the circle shook out, and the suddenly fluctuated Gangfeng broke the bed.

Shifang looked at the broken wooden bed with a sad face, thinking that he would be scolded by the master this time.

On the second day, when the three drunken Taoist masters and apprentices came to the Yuxu Palace Square, before they came, the drunken Taoists saw the red flag array from afar and took the two apprentices.

In the seat placed on the side of the red flag array, Master Xuankong has already sat there with his eyes closed to refresh his mind.

The monks of Tianyin Temple are a little self-restraint, unlike the noisy disciples of Yunhaimen. They can't stand quietly one by one, and the others who come to see the bustle are also embarrassed to make noise.

Master Xuankong opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Brother Drunkard, this is your disciple of Jiedan period?"

Shifang hurried forward and said, "The younger generation Shifang has met the master."

Shifang has always had a sense of intimacy with the monk, perhaps because he was born as a monk.

A thin monk behind Master Xuankong went out and put his hands together and said, "Good uncle, good brother, disciple Yuangang is polite."

The lotus hand of Tianyin Temple is ethereal and complicated, while the Tianlong Babu is strong and powerful. It is said that the master who practices the two kinds of magic skills to a high level can incarnate into arhats when he performs the magic skills, which is very good.

After a while, Kunlun sent another elder, Long Aohu, to walk forward. As the supervisor of the competition, he greeted the drunken Taoist and Xuankong, and then sat down and waited for the start of the game.

The monk didn't talk much. In a moment, it was time for the game. Shifang and Yuan just walked into the flag array, and the dragon and tiger urged the flag array.

After the sound of firecrackers and drums stopped, Shifang first said, "I'm offended." Raise your hand with five thunderbolts.

Yuan just dodged three feet in step, which was faster than the earth reduction technique. He dodged the thunder, and then used the eight parts of the Tianlong. His body shook in front of him in front of him, and his right thumb and index finger twisted the flower-shaped point to the ten directions.

Shifang pulled out the fire dragon sword and swept it. Yuan Gang shook his hands, and it was difficult to distinguish the reality. It was like having thousands of arms, stacked layer by layer with the ten squares sword.

Shifang's cultivation is profound, and Yuan Gang's moves are ingenious. The two of them fought for forty or fifty moves without winning or losing. Yuan Gang suddenly roared and stunned Shifang for a moment. In this moment, Yuan Gang's eyes opened angrily, and his right palm suddenly became bigger and patted on the top of Shifang's head. This palm seemed to have the power of God and Buddha, and the momentum was so great. He did not dare to resist the high cultivation of Shifang, and hurriedly used the shrinkage technique to avoid it.

Yuan Gang's body shook and approached Shifang, and Shifang hurriedly raised his hand and waved a three-flavor real fire. Unexpectedly, before the real fire got close to him, it was blown out by the round and strong wind, and the left palm penetrated from under the right arm and stuck to Shifang's body.

Even drunken Taoist people think that they will lose in ten directions, but the round palm is just close to ten squares of the body, and they only feel that a round spiritual power cycle actually turns their palm power into nothing.

This time it was Yuan Gang's turn to be shocked. Fortunately, he was a son of a famous family. Knowing that it was not good, he hurriedly stepped back and dodged away. Sure enough, a circle with a ten-square sword almost drew a circle on himself.

The drunken Taoist is the most surprised at this time. The move of Shifang is not the magic power of the Kunlun School at all. The drunken Taoist vaguely feels that there is nothing wrong in his heart, but he can't think of the tricks used by Shifang.

At this time, Yuan Gang relied on his fast pace. After leaving more than ten squares and three feet away, he waved his hand and took out a wooden fish and knocked it.

Shifang was about to rush forward. As soon as the wooden fish sounded, he only felt his breath beat, and his body couldn't help but stag. He recited the scriptures in his mouth and kept beating the wooden fish in his hand. There were signs that he was not under his control.

Shifang hurriedly retreated his spiritual power. At the same time, he raised his hand and threw out the bricks borrowed by Yunxia. As soon as he saw him throw a magic weapon, he flashed a golden light and hit his bald head, shouted, and hit the wooden fish hard. The connection between the golden brick and the divine consciousness of the ten directions suddenly jumped, and then connected When it was tied, it had lost its head and could not hit the roundness.

As soon as Shifang's stubborn temper came up, all the magic weapons in his hand were thrown out. The purple satin cloth turned into a large piece of cloth wrapped around Yuangang, and then patted the fire dragon sword and injected a spiritual power. There seemed to be a sound of dragon roar between the sword vibrations. The fire spewed out from it, turned into a fire dragon in the sky, and roared and rushed to Yuangang.

With a round sound, the wooden fish shook the satin cloth to the ground, but the fire dragon was already close to him, so he had to use the Tianlong Eight to try to avoid it. However, after throwing out these magic weapons, a purple sword spirit grew in his right hand, and a spiritual power was injected into the streamer boots, and it caught up with the round thorn.

The fire dragon crashed into the ground with a bang and dissipated from a big pit on the ground. As soon as Yuan saw the sword of Shifang, he could not take the second step. He frowned and suddenly stood there with his hands together.

A gray shadow flashed, and the sword gas of the ten directions pierced into a thunder and lightning cross-crossing nest. It was swallowed up by the round nest. The nine sides were scared and hurriedly retreated. Only then did they see that it was the Kunlun elder Long Xiaohu's move in front of him who waved his hands to resist his sword move, and Yuan Gang was still standing in Long Xiao. Behind the tiger, he bowed his head.

"In this twenty-to-tenth game, ten wins." After saying this, Long Xiaohu turned around and walked out.

Yuan Ganghe said, "Congratulations, brother."

Shifang also put his hands together: "Concession."

Yunxia guest congratulated happily.

"After dinner, there will be a third round of lottery, and the last game tomorrow." Drunken Taoism said, "Shifang, when I go back to Zicuifeng, I have something to ask you as a teacher."