"Junior is impudent!"

Ji Qiu spoke softly, and Yan Heng suddenly changed color, his eyes showing coldness.

Yan Heng didn't pay much attention to the old grudges from a hundred years ago, but the matter of Lin's Escort Bureau was a big secret and must not be known to others.

The monk in front of him spoke like this. It was obvious that his previous instructions to Cui Jichang, the bandit leader of Yanyun Mountain, had been exposed.

No wonder there has been no news for so long. If it weren't for the martial arts conference, Yan Heng would have left by himself to find out.

Putting his palm on the long sword behind his back, Yan Heng thought for a moment in shock. The next moment he came to his senses, he pulled out the long sword from the sheath, pointed the tip of the sword directly at Ji Qiu in front of him, and said sternly:

"Monk, do you really think that by working with that Taoist priest and defeating my two innate elders, you can do whatever you want on my mountain?"

"Since you brought up the old grudge between Xuankong Temple and Yueshan Sect, there is nothing more to talk about."

"Today, my sect master wants to discuss martial arts with you in front of this martial arts hero. Just as you said, the loser will abandon his martial arts and never enter this secular world again!"

"Do you dare to agree?!"

A layer of frost appeared on his brows, and Yan Heng said harsh words in front of many martial arts masters.

In fact, when things got to this point, he had no way out.

If you are too timid today, then when the news spreads throughout the world, and the dignified Three Heroes of Taiyue have been famous for decades, they will all pave the way for this young monk. How can this be done!

Seeing Yan Heng draw his sword and face each other, he expressed his desire to compete. Ji Qiu was in line with his wishes, and he readily agreed:

"It seems that the donor has made a good decision."

"Young monk, you can do anything you want."

As soon as the words fell, the two sides were at war with each other.

After receiving Ji Qiu's answer, Yan Heng snorted coldly: "It's best to come with this sect master!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man in brocade clothes flew up, rolled up his true energy and drove the afterimage, retreated several feet in the cold wind, and moved to the main hall on the top of the mountain.

In front of the main hall on the top of the mountain, there were four thick stone pillars, each standing at the east, west, north and south. Thick chains were tied to them and connected to each other, leaving a wide space.

Coupled with the solemnity and wind and frost on the mountain top, it is in response to the pursuit of martial arts and the brave climb to the top of the mountain. It can be seen that Yan Heng and the Yueshan Sect have really put in a lot of effort for this martial arts event.

This is the arena where masters from all walks of life will fight in today's martial arts conference.

Except for the first three in the grandmaster tree, all the subsequent top masters will be rearranged here.

Falling on the field shrouded by square stone pillars, Yan Heng has a long beard fluttering under his chin, standing with a sword in one hand, his luxurious brocade robes being blown by the wind, looking like a master.

After he glanced at the masters below, such as the Purple Shirt Guests of Haiqiong Gang, Qi Jianxia of Tingtao Jiange, and Li Yunshu, the elder of the Ke Qing of Jianglong Sect, he immediately held his sword and clasped his fists and said loudly:

"Everyone, although there are some disturbances today, it is not harmful."

"After this sect leader takes action and discusses martial arts with the juniors of Xuankong Temple, we will wait for the martial arts conference to officially begin!"

After saying that, Yan Heng raised the tip of his sword and scolded Ji Qiu:

"Please enlighten me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Qiu's spiritual energy was as full as the wind, and as his body floated, he followed Yan Heng into the place.

When Yan Heng got into his stance, Ji Qiu also smiled slightly and replied with a bit of grace: "Let's take action."

"The young monk has already seen two of the Three Heroes of Taiyue, but he doesn't know how strong the head of Yueshan, whose reputation is so powerful in half the world, is?"

"Just ask me, little monk, to teach you a thing or two!"

Immediately, the young monk's sleeves were blown by spiritual energy, making a hunting sound. He stepped forward heavily, and after a crack appeared on the gray stone surface, he punched brazenly!

Since he wanted to rectify the name of the Xuankong Temple, Ji Qiu wanted to defeat Yan Heng of the Yueshan sect this time, so of course he had to use the martial arts of the Xuankong Temple!

Daxumi Quan, the superior martial art of Xuankong Temple, has been practiced by Ji Qiu to the realm of transformation, and it is even more skillful than the Six Methods of Qi Refining.

After being blessed by spiritual energy, when the fist wind vibrated, the force was released even in the void, and the fist intention still emerged.

I saw the young monk stretching his posture, putting his five fingers together and raising his hands, and dozens of fist shadows fell one after another, like a violent storm, catching people off guard.

When the purple-shirted guest from Haiqiong Gang, a big sect known for their fierce boxing skills, saw this, he couldn't help but scream in admiration:

"What a fierce punch, what a domineering punch!"

"I was lucky enough to see the Great Sumeru Fist of Xuankong Temple many years ago, but what the monk of Xuankong Temple used at that time was hundreds of times weaker than this monk now!"

"With just this one encounter, all the essence of this fist has been used by him, as if he has entered the realm of transformation. Where did this evildoer come from?"

"Is the Xuankong Temple going to be revitalized again..."

The purple-shirted guest's praise was not false, but in the middle of the field surrounded by square stone pillars, there was a muffled sound of seven powerful punches!

Bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

The young monk flew up like an agile cheetah and pressed out dozens of fist seals at the same time. Even though Yan Heng tried his best to dodge using Qinggong and body skills, he was still hit by seven punches in a row, all of which were pinned to his chest. between!

After being forcefully endured by seven punches, even if he had the body of a master, his face was pale and bloodshot eyes were exposed at the corners of his mouth.

Yan Heng held the sword and stepped back. The ancient sword in his hand took off its sheath. With a loud shout, the sword energy surged out and he slashed out. Only then was he able to force Ji Qiu back, leaving him with a chance to breathe.

"Huh...ha..."

Flying back to the side of the stone pillar, Yan Heng panted fiercely and fought for a while. At this time, he was extremely shocked.

At this moment, Yan Heng finally understood why his two innate elders were beaten so hard that they were unable to fight back just for a cup of tea.

Without personally facing the abyss-like, almost endless and unfathomable Qi, no one would know how much strength is hidden under the handsome features of the young monk!

"Is this monk really only a young man..."

At this time, Yan Heng had deep doubts in his heart.

But fortunately, he is not without the ability to fight back.

Looking at the monk with a flash of surprise in his eyes, some fear and weirdness, who was staring at the sword in his hand, Yan Heng looked proud and raised the ancient sword in his hand, Sneered:

"Little monk, your true energy is much stronger than Yan's, but even so, we still don't know who will win or lose!"

"The sword in my hand is enough to cut off the true energy and cut iron like clay. Coupled with the superior swordsmanship of my Yueshan sect, do you really think you are sure of victory?"

It seems that he has regained his confidence with the ancient sword in his hand, and Yan Heng has regained his three-point style.

I saw him holding up his long sword and shouting loudly, pouring all his true energy into the sword in his hand, causing the ancient sword with mysterious lines to glow with a faint light.

Then, a sword came out with the anime sword shadow, manifesting murderous intent, and wanted to take Ji Qiu's life. It was extremely dangerous!

As soon as this sword was released, everyone was shocked by its skill.

Qi Jianxia, ​​the swordsman from Tingtao Sword Pavilion, widened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"It's the Yueshan sect's famous sword skill, Taiyue Chaotian Sword!"

"Five years ago, I saw Master Yan use this sword to win the tenth position in the family tree. However, today, this sword is several times more powerful than it was then!"

"The young monk at Xuankong Temple is in danger!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone watched closely, not wanting to let go of any details.

Even Zhao Huanzhen frowned and hesitated.

He was wondering whether he should take action.

Because as soon as the leader of the Yueshan Sect drew his sword, even he who practiced Qi Refining felt quite threatened.

However, just when the purple-clothed Taoist's body became a little tense and he was about to watch for an opportunity to intervene.

Ji Qiu in the field moved again.

He looked at Yan Heng's Taiyue Chaotian Sword, and the cold light suddenly appeared during the dance, and he couldn't help but exclaimed:

"The moves are good, majestic, the sword is good, unparalleled."

"It's a pity that you, Master Yan, are not very good at it. You can learn the sword moves quite well, but you are not very good at using the sword."

"The little monk will teach you how to use this sword."

A slender jade-like arm poked out from the sleeved robe. After Ji Qiu finished speaking, he faced the overwhelming energy of the weather and stepped forward instead of retreating.

Afterwards, the Scripture of Transcendence was running wildly in his body, and a body of mighty spiritual energy came out from between Ji Qiu's palms, and poured out towards the sword held in the hands of the oncoming figure!

At a glance, Ji Qiu could tell that Yan Heng's true energy was not spiritual energy, and the sword in his hand was not imprinted by spiritual energy, and was still a handleless spiritual sword.
Chapter completed!