"Little bald donkey, why are you so stunned!"
A slight scolding sounded in his heart. The next moment, Wang Sheng's brain went dark and he felt that his body was out of control. When the scene in front of him became clear again, he found that he was standing on a familiar bear's paw. Nie Xiaoqian and the tragic figure appeared with him at the same time.
Tie Ying Lao Dao.
He looked around the environment. Now he was standing on the palm of a huge black bear. Under the black bear was a sea of ​​clouds formed by layers of white clouds. It was boundless. It was like a fairyland under the rays of light, like another layer of land.
This is high in the sky! He looked down, but his sight was blocked by white clouds. All the chaos below was far away from his ears and eyes. Only a little golden light was clearly visible, which was the golden Buddha statue on the top of the mountain.
Standing in front of her was a beautiful Taoist nun with light makeup. It was Gu She. She smiled slightly at Wang Sheng and said, "Little bald donkey, you are quite calm and did not come forward rashly."
Wang Sheng felt relieved, took off the servant hat on his head, and saluted respectfully, "After seeing each other for a few days, senior Gushe is still well. I am really happy. It seems that the strange magic weapon cannot withstand the power of the two seniors."
Gu She smiled, "That space magic weapon is indeed powerful. Fellow Taoist Yan Chixia and I worked together to defeat it, but in the end we didn't keep it."
Wang Sheng understood that the battleship had advanced technology after all and belonged to the Lord God's space, so it should not be underestimated.
At this time, Wang Sheng suddenly felt that the call in his heart was much lighter, and the white jade Buddha statue in his palm no longer radiated warmth. He looked down, and the golden Buddha statue on the top of the mountain below was slowly disappearing.
The outliers have stopped!
"Finally, let's live in peace. What are those bald donkeys in Shaolin doing? Isn't such a big move blatantly guiding others to the location of the Pure Land?" Gu She shook his head and sighed.
Pure land! Wang Sheng was thoughtful, and it seemed that he was referring to the place where the Shaolin monks lived. Now he knew that the golden light before was definitely related to him. There was no movement here before, but the golden light was drawn out when he came.
Whether it was the voice from the bottom of my heart, or the strange appearance of the white jade Buddha statue, or even the time when the strange appearance stopped, it was definitely not a coincidence.
Could it be caused by this little Buddha statue?
The strange phase stopped, and a crisp sword sound suddenly sounded, and then an extremely sharp ray of light split the white cloud layer, and a ray of light penetrated from below and stopped next to the black bear's palm.
When the light disappeared, it was Yan Chixia. The Yimei Taoist who had shown off his power below stood obediently behind him.
"Fellow Taoist is quite enthusiastic. It seems that the chaos below has stopped." Gu She said with a smile.
Yan Chixia shook her head, "The golden Buddha statue disappeared on its own, and those people are finally sober." Then he looked at Wang Sheng on the side and smiled slightly, "It's good that little master Huiming is here. Yan is still worried that you will get lost.
By the way, where is the little brother who is unconscious."
He was referring to Ning Caichen.
Wang Sheng and Nie Xiaoqian greeted Yan Chixia and said, "Ning the donor is fine. He just left beforehand."
"As long as nothing happens."
Afterwards, Yan Chixia introduced to Wang Sheng and the others the Taoist Yimei behind them. This old Taoist had white beard and hair, and was much younger than the middle-aged Yan Chixia. However, he was indeed Yan Chixia's disciple. Now he stands beside Yan Chixia.
Chixia didn't dare to take a breath, just like a child who has met its parents and is very well-behaved.
However, the age of a monk must not be judged by the superficial appearance. Yan Chixia has taught him this old way since he was young. However, his talent is really not good enough and he was reluctantly promoted to the innate ability to go further, so Yan Chixia let him go to the martial arts world to practice.
, hoping that one day the merits will be perfected.
After a few people exchanged pleasantries, Yan Chixia suddenly said.
"I heard from Taoist fellow Gushe that young master Huiming has also practiced swordsmanship and even mastered sword spirit. How about competing with his young disciple."
Wang Sheng felt Taoist Yimei staring straight at him.
"Fellow Taoist, what you said is inappropriate." Gu She shook his head, "Although Little Bald Donkey is young, I think he has been innately perfect for a long time now, and he is even sure of entering the Yuan Shen in a short time. There is a bit of a gap between the two realms.
Big." With her seniority, she speaks out, and there is no need to worry about angering Yan Chixia because she looks down on Taoist Yimei.
Yan Chixia did not respond, but Nie Xiaoqian and Taoist Yimei looked at Wang Sheng in surprise.
Nie Xiaoqian's eyes were just filled with strangeness. She had already understood Wang Sheng's talent and cultivation level along the way. Although Gu She's words were enough to shock her, she finally accepted it. Taoist Yimei's eyes were full of disbelief.
look.
This young monk is already close to becoming a spiritual being! However, he has been practicing hard all his life and is only in the middle stage of innate talent. Could it be that he really has such a demonic talent? He looked at his master Yan Chixia in disbelief.
Yan Chixia thoughtfully said, "Little Master Huiming's realm is indeed too high. In this case, we might as well let them each release a sword energy, and only look at the purity of the sword energy, not their cultivation."
Gu She still didn't understand why Yan Chixia was so reticent about the comparison test, and Wang Sheng had already made a guess in his mind.
He took a step forward and said with a smile: "Then the young monk is showing off his ugliness. Why don't we ask Taoist Brother Yimei to come first?"
Although Yimei is old, his early reluctance to admit defeat in front of his master came back to him. He snorted coldly, "Junior Brother Huiming, watch out."
He turned around and faced the boundless sea of ​​clouds with his rapier in hand. His face instantly became solemn, and his eyes were closed and open for a few seconds. He shouted loudly and swung the rapier fiercely. An invisible sharp aura shot out, and dozens of people flew out in the blink of an eye.
Mi, the sword energy hit a white cloud and shattered into pieces. After the sword energy passed through, the cloud energy split into four parts, showing great power!
Yi Mei took a deep breath and looked at the master anxiously. When he saw the master smiling at him as if to express his appreciation, he felt sour in his heart. He had practiced this move for decades, and now he finally reached a certain standard of the master.
When he turned to look at Wang Sheng, he felt confident again, "Junior brother Huiming, it's your turn."
Wang Sheng looked at Yi Jian and had an idea of ​​the level of Taoist Yi Mei. After thinking about it, he stretched out his arm and raised his index and middle fingers, and a sword energy was instantly prepared.
"Junior brother, don't you use a sword?" The old Taoist Yi Mei was very surprised, "If you don't have any weapons, you might as well use my brother's."
Wang Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Thank you very much, senior brother, but the young monk is really not good at using swords."
Before he finished speaking, he pointed his sword energy in a hesitant voice, and then directly activated the sword energy.
Chi!
It was as if they were in a land full of swords, and the sharp and boundless sword energy rushed towards their faces. Nie Xiaoqian and Yimei's bodies were slightly cold, and they subconsciously stepped back, while Yan Chixia's eyes lit up.
Such sharp power!
The sword energy was like a dragon, and it also arrived dozens of meters away in an instant. It passed the position where Taoist Yimei's sword energy shattered. The sword energy had not stopped yet. The sound of "Puff puff puff" as the white clouds were penetrated was like a substantial vibration.
A clear straight line trace formed by broken white clouds appeared.
Until more than a hundred meters away, the sword energy stopped and slowly shattered.
Taoist Yimei looked at the straight line in front of him in shock, dumbfounded and unable to speak.
Wang Sheng retracted his finger and smiled slightly. He found that Yan Chixia was staring at him, "How long has Master Huiming spent practicing this swordsmanship?" He was not talking about sword energy, but swordsmanship. He had already discovered that Wang Sheng had practiced swordsmanship.
The sword energy obviously had traces of his previous jade slip swordsmanship, and it had only been ten days since he traded that swordsmanship.
Chapter completed!