According to Li Mengzhou's speculation, there was basically a conclusion about Jing Sansan's strength. Although the sword cultivator has a great advantage in the same realm, Jing Sansan is obviously a guy who doesn't play according to common sense, so he seems a little difficult to deal with.

Logically speaking, the battle between the great monks in the threshold of the four realms has abandoned the fancy fighting style, and the winner can be decided in just one thought. The powerful monks waved their hands and cracked. If you punched and kicked them, it would be ridiculous.

But Jing Sansan likes real battles, the purpose is to fight happily, of course, it is the most enjoyable to the flesh.

The battle movements between the two are difficult, and they are purely winning by strength, and the skills and means in the process are only auxiliary when the power bursts out.

The fighting style is just a choice, and as long as you can decide the winner, it doesn’t matter how to fight.

So, there was a muffled sound in the streets.

Fists and palms, swords and swords collided violently.

Master Huang said with a stuttering tongue: "Apart from the suffocating airflow, the fighting scenes of their practitioners seem to be no different from those of martial artists in the martial arts world. Is that the boy really Mr. Seven from Ligong Sword Courtyard?"

In the thoughts of many people in the martial arts world, it is normal for practitioners to move mountains and fill the seas, to go to heaven and earth to destroy everything within the radius during battle. Although the battle in front of them is indeed a bit exaggerated, it still differs from their ideas.

Master Mao has a relatively strong insight. He said with a serious expression: "Every sword and every sword they cut out is enough to destroy this street, but they didn't do this. If the practitioners cannot decide the winner very quickly, it proves that their strength is comparable."

Master Mao had never seen a true cultivator. He witnessed those young cultivators at the second and third levels. Naturally, he did not know how cultivators should fight, but he could understand that the battle between Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan was not just that.

Master Huang said with his eyes shiny: "If they continue to fight like this, both sides will inevitably suffer losses. So what about the practitioners? So what about Mr. Seven of Ligong Sword Academy? They fight against the snipe and clam, and in the end we will benefit. This is really a great thing."

Grandmaster Ouyang, who had been fainting for a long time, was also awakened by the battle between Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan. He leaned on the door wall of a shop next to the street with a little depressed look. He witnessed the battle and said in a low voice: "I have lost all the face of Grandmaster Alliance."

Grandmaster Mao and Grandmaster Huang looked at him with a complicated expression.

Three masters from the Grandmaster League came to Baihong Town in person. They thought they could easily bring Zhao Sandao and that knife back together, but unexpectedly, there were practitioners who wanted to get the knife. What they didn't expect was that the knife had a master, and the master was Mr. Seven from Ligong Sword Academy.

No matter how transcendent the position of the Grand Master Alliance in the world is, it cannot defeat the practitioners. Even if it is spread, it is not considered as shameful. However, the level in Grand Master Ouyang’s heart cannot be overcome.

Grandmaster Mao and Grandmaster Huang didn't know how to comfort him.

Master Huang told Master Ouyang all the thoughts just now. Although Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan both suffered losses, they were just their expectations. To be precise, they had to try their luck, but they could still have some thoughts. Otherwise, they would have rushed to Baihong Town all the way, and his apprentice was beaten up, and Master Ouyang was beaten up, and then they watched the scene and went back obediently. This was really a shameful thing.

Grandmaster Mao didn't have so many ideas, but he also felt like he was getting the knife as much as possible. However, this was just an idea in his mind. Grandmaster Huang was obviously very serious about this matter, as if Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan would definitely suffer both defeats.

It was a very long battle.

Jing Sansan was still very excited, but Li Mengzhou gradually didn't want to continue playing.

He had almost figured out Jing Sansan's specific strength.

Li Mengzhou was quite worried about the old man in green robe who had not seen him appear.

He blocked the sword that Jing Sansan had slashed with one sword, and in an instant he approached. The third sword of "Li Jian Jing" - Sanqiu Shui, had already slashed towards Jing Sansan.

Just at this moment, an old man in green robe suddenly emerged from nowhere. He swung his sword and intercepted it in the middle, but Li Mengzhou did not stop his strength. Instead, he activated the Qi Hai Lingyuan and used the three-foot Qiu Shui sword to the extreme.

There was a hint of solemnity in the eyes of the old man in green robe. He pushed Jing Sansan away and took Li Mengzhou's sword towards him.

There was a dull sound from the ground.

Greater storms swept out.

The sword intent was raging.

The swordsmen in the world shouted and blew backwards, fleeing in panic in fear.

Grandmaster Mao and Grandmaster Huang also seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. They each groaned, grabbed the hands of Grandmaster Ouyang and the young people without thinking, and escaped as quickly as possible.

Master Huang's expression was shocked.

The so-called expectation that Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan both suffered losses collapsed at this moment, and he truly realized the power of the practitioner. Compared with the practitioner, he was like an ant on the ground, fragile and vulnerable.

He actually wanted to grab the knife from the practitioner, and he was frightened by his previous thoughts.

The young man in the green robe who suddenly appeared was obviously a stronger existence.

This is no longer an oriole bird, but a predatory eagle.

......

Compared to the battle between Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan, the new battle ended with the simplest and fastest since the old man in green robe appeared.

The three-foot Qiushui at close range is a sword move that can definitely kill the opponent, but if the opponent is too strong, this sword will not have any effect.

Li Mengzhou's hand holding the sword was a little numb.

He looked at the old man in green robe with a serious expression.

The old man in green robe took the sword in a hurry, but he still easily resolved the three-foot autumn water.

Li Mengzhou understood that his previous fear was nothing wrong, and even the strength of the old man in the green robe was beyond his expectations.

The old man in green robe put his knife in the sheath, turned around and stared at Jing Sansan, and said in a pity that he said, "I will cause trouble for me! I have to say that you have not listened many times! It doesn't matter if you were killed by someone. If you don't have to seek revenge for your teacher, how troublesome it will be!"

Jing Sansan curled his lips aggrievedly and muttered softly: "The old guy is really not a guy. Why are you afraid of trouble for you to accept disciples? If you accept disciples, especially geniuses like me, you have to protect them, otherwise, why do you, the teacher?"

This was the second time that the old man in the green robe had stopped him from fighting with others in Baihong Town. Jing Sansan was very upset at this time.

But his muttering sound was a little louder, and the old man in green robe was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. He rushed forward with a quick step, pressing Jing Sansan to beat him up, and was still swearing while beating him.

Jing Sansan lay on the ground and screamed, but refused to give in. Instead, he cursed back. The result was that he was naturally beaten even harder by the old man in the green robe.

Li Mengzhou was dumbfounded.

This pair of strange masters and apprentices really made him speechless.

He watched the old man in green robe beat Jing Sansan for half an hour.

It was not until Jing Sansan finally surrendered and begged for mercy that the old man in green robe cursed and stopped cursing. After some exercise, the sweat came out of his forehead. He seemed a little confused and kicked Jing Sansan's ass.

Jing Sansan also had a temper again, jumped up from the ground, pointed to the old man in the green robe and shouted: "I have given up, why are you still kicking me? Is there any credibility between people? You still beat me if you beg for mercy!"

The old man in green robe suddenly realized that he had kicked him extra, making the apprentice who had just given in mercy and was dissatisfied.

He immediately rolled up his sleeves viciously.

Jing Sansan instantly became timid again and said with a smirk: "Dede, the old guy must be tired of fighting too. Just do that. Just pretend I was farting just now, don't mind!"

The old man in green robe showed a teaching-worthy look.

Jing Sansan turned his head and muttered to himself again. It was obviously not a good thing, but he became a little smarter after all, and did not mutter too loudly.

But obviously no matter how small his muttering sound was, as long as the sound came out, the old man in the green robe could hear it, but the old man in the green robe pretended not to hear it.

The old man in green robe seemed to finally realize that there were outsiders present. He smiled and said to Li Mengzhou, "I laughed at you, this bad disciple will not be able to succeed without being beaten."

Li Mengzhou didn't know what he should say.

He touched his nose and said with a wry smile: "It should be, it should be a strict teacher to be a good disciple."

The old man in green robe said happily: "Mr. Qi's concept coincides with me, so he should be a confidant in the world!"

In fact, the old man in the green robe scolded Jing Sansan again.

First, he offended Xie Chunfeng, the chief disciple of Buluoshanmen, and now he offended Mr. Qi from Ligong Jianyuan. If you say you can cause trouble, just cause trouble, but you just specifically recruit people who can't afford it.

I'm hurrying to wipe your butt, I'm afraid the paper will be wiped.

The key is that sometimes I can’t even find paper.

And Jing Sansan caused two troubles in Baihong Town, both of which were the kind of people who couldn't find paper.

The old man in green robe was quite heartbroken and his face turned blue.

Li Mengzhou looked at the old man in green robe with different colors in his expression, and he didn't know what the other party was thinking, otherwise he would be disgusting with his metaphor.

And this metaphor also compares trouble to something in the thatched cottage?

And what is Li Mengzhou who was troubled?

Fortunately, he didn't know what the old man in the green robe was thinking, otherwise he wouldn't care how strong the old man in the green robe was, and he would even kill him even if he tried his best.

At this time, Li Mengzhou looked back at the knife in the stone pier, and said in a gloomy voice: "Senior, do you want to grab the knife?"

The old man in the green robe actually kept watching in the dark. Although he didn't understand whether this knife was Li Mengzhou, since it was said by Zhao Sandao in person, he might not be fake. Otherwise, Li Mengzhou threatened Zhao Sandao and forced him to say so.

But no matter what, it is obvious that Mr. Qi of Ligong Jianyuan’s purpose is that knife, which makes the old man in green robe very difficult.
Chapter completed!