The temporary arena in the garden had been destroyed during the fight between Chun Yuanzi and Yue Lingbi. Taoist Huagu had no choice but to have someone redefine an area the size of the arena on the ground. Bai Yueting and the old monk Pu Xuan stood in it, their eyes wide open.

On the other hand, Bai Yueting smiled sinisterly, "Old monk, you are old and frail and are no match for me. I advise you to admit defeat. It is not shameful for the seventh in the world to lose to the fourth in the world!"

Old monk Puxuan shook his head and said calmly, "Although I am a monk, I am still just a monk after all. I have read some Buddhist teachings, but I have not become a Buddha, so I still have some obsessions. Although

I don’t strive for fame and wealth, but I can’t let go of my determination to win or lose with martial arts. Donor Bai, there’s no need to say more, please join us!”

Bai Yueting pulled out the sword from behind. The sword was three feet long, and the sword shone with brilliance under the light of the lantern and torch. Bai Yueting looked proud, stretched out his middle finger and flicked the sword, and the sword roared, "Old monk

, you have been traveling in the world for many years and are well-informed, can you tell me the name of the sword in my hand?"

The kind-faced old monk Pu Xuan smiled slightly and said, "I walked around the rivers and lakes with only a bamboo Zen staff and never used weapons. However, I heard that Donor Bai got a new sword called Chuchen. It was cast by Song Yongting, a master of weapon casting, during his lifetime.

Ranked fourth in the weapon rankings, Donor Bai is a swordsman, so he is naturally happy to get the sword, but it is a pity that in Lao Na's eyes, what is the difference between a magic weapon and an ordinary sword?"

Bai Yueting looked up to the sky and laughed, "The old monk is indeed a monk, and he has nothing in the world. It's very interesting that such a magical weapon is said to be worthless by you. Well, tonight Bai will let you see what a magical weapon is!"

"

With a wave of Chuchen's sword in his hand, Bai Yueting stabbed the old monk in the chest. This sword was mediocre and looked weak and unoriginal. Even a rookie who had just practiced sword fighting for two days could easily use it.

, the onlookers were all puzzled. With this kind of swordsmanship, you can become the fourth in the world?

Tang Jiusheng, Shui Ruyue and Ximen Yushuang in the east stand did not think so. Tang Jiusheng and Bai Yueting had suffered a lot when they played against each other more than a month ago.

The old monk Pu Xuan did not look down upon this understatement of the sword. He took a few steps back to avoid the sword. He handed the bamboo Zen staff forward in his hand at an extremely fast speed. The bamboo Zen staff had the effect of breaking the wind.

With a loud sound, he stabbed Bai Yueting in the throat. Bai Yueting smiled slyly and did not dodge. He continued to charge forward without changing his posture, and the Chuchen Sword pierced the old monk's chest again.

Neither of them are ordinary warriors in the world. The old monk is already at the middle level of Wuxuan Realm. The power of the bamboo Zen staff in his hand is no less than that of a sword. The bamboo Zen staff is more than six feet long, and the Chuchen Sword is only three feet long. If you don't count the two sides

Life and death exert their force at the same time, and the bamboo Zen staff in the old monk's hand will inevitably pierce Bai Yueting's throat first.

Bai Yueting, who was charging forward, was less than two inches away from the bamboo Zen staff, but he stopped abruptly. The Chuchen sword that was thrust forward suddenly turned around and swung upwards like lightning, trying to cut off the bamboo Zen staff. The old monk was quick-sighted and flicked his wrist.

, the bamboo Zen stick deflected in the air, the stick body bent, avoiding all the incoming swords, and struck Bai Yueting's throat again.

Bai Yueting tilted his head to the left, barely avoiding the bamboo Zen staff. The sword in his hand was like a gangrene attached to the bone, and he slashed at the bamboo Zen staff. It was clear that he wanted to use the sword to cut off the bamboo Zen staff. The old monk smiled bitterly and shook his head,

Chuchen Sword is a magic weapon, how can Zhuchanzhu compete with it? This is the legendary way of playing a hooligan based on strength.

The old monk swung his bamboo Zen stick again, bypassed Bai Yueting's sword, and stabbed Bai Yueting's throat with the bamboo Zen stick in his hand. Bai Yueting was almost a rogue, and the sword in his hand slashed at the bamboo Zen stick again. The onlookers were in an uproar, these two people were

What style of play?

Unexpectedly, the old monk suddenly withdrew the bamboo Zen stick in his hand, used the Zen stick as a javelin, and suddenly threw it towards Bai Yueting. The Zen stick was inserted into Bai Yueting, and the Zen stick whizzed away with great force.

Bai Yueting smiled coldly, and slashed the sword forward with a sound like cracking silk, splitting the bamboo Zen staff in half from beginning to end, and the split bamboo Zen staff fell to the ground.

The empty-handed old monk's eyes flashed brightly, he jumped up and jumped in mid-air. He raised his breath machine, his robes were bulging and his sleeves were fluttering. He grabbed the ground with his right hand, and sawdust from the destroyed arena flew up.

A yellow wooden dragon about two feet long formed in the air, floating in front of him.

The onlookers applauded and cheered, and the cheers were loud. What an old monk who can turn sawdust into a wooden dragon!

Bai Yueting looked up at Zen Master Puxuan who was riding a wooden dragon in mid-air. He sheathed his sword and said with a smile, "Old monk, you are really good at juggling! If you were performing on the street, Bai would definitely give up ten taels of it."

I’ll give you the silver! If Bai defeats you with his sword, you will definitely be dissatisfied. Let’s see if I defeat you with my bare hands!”

Bai Yueting stretched out his hands to both sides, with his palms facing upward. The energy in his body condensed into two black fireballs the size of watermelons in his palms. Then, he held his hands in front of his chest, slowly condensing the two black fireballs together and melting them into one.

A fireball the size of a watermelon and darker in color could only be heard crackling, and sparks burst out from the black fireball.

The old monk smiled slightly, but did not answer. He danced the wooden dragon and headed straight to Bai Yueting. The wooden dragon struck from the air, and the roar of the wind was terrifying. Facing the wooden dragon that was approaching in the blink of an eye, Bai Yueting raised his head and raised his palms.

Pushing hard, he shouted: "Go!" The black fireball with flashing light flew out of his hand and hit the wooden dragon.

The rushing wooden dragon opened its huge mouth and forcibly swallowed the black fireball. After a moment, there was a deafening bang in the wooden dragon's belly, and the earth trembled. The wooden dragon was shattered by the fireball, and it caught fire in the air. Instantly

It turned into flying ash, and the color of the black fireball that broke through the dragon's belly dimmed instantly, turning into an inconspicuous gray.

Bai Yueting stood on the ground and pushed upward with both hands, and the fireball turned from black to gray and hit the old monk with the sound of wind.

Pu Xuan, who was in the air, shouted loudly, and his energy surged out, quickly covering his palms, forming an orange film of about two inches. The old monk stretched out his palms, trying to resist the gray fireball, but failed.

It was pushed further away by the fireball in the air.

Old monk Pu Xuan gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist the fireball with both hands. At this time, the old monk was already pushed ten feet away by the fireball. The force of the fireball had weakened and its speed finally slowed down. The old monk held the Qi machine in his palm.

condensed

However, the film became thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared. Even the sleeves of the monk's robe worn by the old monk were completely burned by the fireball.

Bai Yueting stopped taking action, put his hands behind his back, and leisurely looked at the embarrassed old monk and laughed.

The furious old monk tried his best to resist the fireball with his left hand. His right hand was already raised high. The orange energy spread and quickly wrapped around his right hand. The old monk's right palm slashed hard, and the gray fireball exploded in the air. It disappeared into smoke and exploded.

The remaining fire burned two more big holes in the old monk's robe.

The old monk turned over and landed on the ground. He was already outside the ring. According to the rules, if he fell outside the ring, he would lose. Lei Yichen, who was sitting at the arbitration seat, raised his hand to indicate that the old monk had lost the duel. The old monk sighed and shook his head.

He turned around and came to the east stand, clasped his hands to Tang Jiusheng and said, "Young Master Tang, I'm really sorry for you. I've tried my best!"

Tang Jiu Sheng jumped down from the stands and took Pu Xuan's hands, "Old Zen Master, please don't blame yourself. You have always helped me. I can't thank you enough! Facing Bai Yueting, who is ranked fourth in the world, you are defeated.

Yourong. Fortunately, you are here. If it had been the rest of us, Bai Yueting would have been beaten to death! It doesn't matter, even if we lose in the end, I will apologize to him, Zhu Tianbadu

Let me fight like that!"

Pu Xuan laughed heartily, "It's rare that Young Master Tang can see clearly. I refused to admit defeat today, but I was embarrassed in public."

The fat man also jumped down from the stand, stepped forward and pulled the old monk Pu Xuan and said warmly: "Old Zen Master is very powerful in martial arts. Fat Master, I admire you deeply! I just watched the old Zen Master and Bai Yueting fight, and Fat Master also benefited a lot.

, I feel like I’m about to touch the threshold of the first-level martial arts realm! Let’s go, old Zen master, to express my gratitude to the fat man, I’ll treat you to chicken thighs!”

The flesh on the old monk's face twitched twice, and he clasped his hands together and said, "Sin! Sin! Jiang Shaoxia is really good at telling jokes. I am a monk..."

The fat man was stunned, and he touched his head in embarrassment, "It's a good thing, it's a sin, old monk, you see, when the fat man is happy, he forgets that you are a monk and doesn't eat meat. There is no other way, why don't I invite you to eat?

Have some marshmallows, that won't be considered meaty." The old monk was made to laugh and cry by the fat man.

Tang Jiusheng lightly kicked the fat man and said, "Little fat man, don't be ridiculous! The old Zen master can no longer wear this monk's robe. He is in need of a new monk's robe. Go to your sister-in-law and discuss with them about a new monk's robe."

Come!" The fat man then walked away with a playful smile.

The old monk said goodbye to Tang Jiu Sheng and stood up to leave. Tang Jiu Sheng was not willing to let him go. He personally let the old monk stand on the stand. Everyone stood up and greeted the old monk. The old monk responded one by one and everyone sat down. The old monk sat next to Tang Jiu Sheng.

He whispered: "Bai Yueting has either broken through Wuxuan and entered Wusheng, or he has taken some elixir that temporarily increases his level."

Tang Jiusheng was very surprised and asked in confusion: "Why did the old Zen master say this?"

Pu Xuan smiled and said: "The day you first arrived in Huzhou, I fought with Bai Yueting by the lake outside the city. We fought for a whole night before Bai Yueting gained the upper hand. How long has it been? I'm afraid Bai Yueting can break through.

The Martial Saint Realm is not that fast, most likely because of taking medicine."

Tang Jiusheng said nothing and just nodded. Not surprisingly, a person like Wan Deyan could do anything!

At this time, Taoist Hua Gu, Monk Da'an and others in the west stand were overjoyed. Taoist Hua Gu praised: "Mr. Bai's martial arts skills are indeed unparalleled! Pu Xuan's old bald donkey was no match for Mr. Bai. He was defeated in just two rounds.

Come on, why is the seventh in the world, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"

Monk Da'ai heard Taoist Hua Gu call Pu Xuan an old bald donkey, and he was also a monk, so he felt very uncomfortable. Taoist Hua Gu knew that he had said something wrong, so he quickly came over to apologize to Da'ai, "Master Da'an, please don't

I’m angry, I’m just targeting that old guy Pu Xuan, Zen Master, you are an eminent monk, how can Pu Xuan be compared with you, Zen Master?”

Bai Yueting smiled slightly and said, "The old monk still has a problem, but he and I have no grudges, so we didn't kill him. By the way, which one of you will fight in the next duel?"

Taoist Hua Gu accompanied the monk with a smile and asked, "Zen Master, why don't you take charge of this fight yourself?"

The angry monk nodded and said arrogantly, "Okay, let this fight be left to the poor monk! The guards will beat them to death!"

Wan Deyan stood up and came to Da'ai, poured a cup of tea for Da'ai personally, and then picked up the tea cup himself, "Zen Master Da'ai, then Wan will first offer a cup of tea to the Zen Master, and wish the Zen Master a successful victory."

!”

The big angry monk proudly picked up the tea cup and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Wan! I would like to thank you for your kindness. I would like to do it first!" The big angry monk raised his head, poured a cup of tea directly into his throat, and swallowed it in one gulp. He suddenly felt like

His stomach felt as if it was on fire, and his limbs were filled with inexhaustible strength.

While Da Ai was surprised, Taoist Master Hua Gu had already stood up and loudly shouted to Lei Yichen who was sitting in front of the arbitration table: "Mr. Lei, our duelist in this round is Zen Master Da Ai from Poison Dragon Temple in Thousand Demon Mountains!"

There were screams of exclamation from the crowd of onlookers. The first monk of Dulong Temple has a vicious reputation. He is a monk who does not abide by the precepts. He drinks alcohol, eats meat, murders, and sets fire to brothels. He does not abide by any precepts and dares to do any bad thing. Taoist Huagu

Even such a scumbag was invited here? Many people whispered, it seems that this group of people is not a good person!

The angry monk jumped off the stands, entered the newly drawn arena with his bare hands, and shouted to the east stand, "Which of you will die in this game?" It turned out that the convenient shovel used by the angry monk was cut off by Tang Jiusheng with the moon-breaking sword.

After that, there were no weapons at hand, so I simply left my hands empty and prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

The fat man stood up and wanted to step down to fight the angry monk. Tang Jiusheng grabbed the fat man, looked at the fat man and the brothers on the left and right, and said with a smile, "Fat man, please stay here to watch the enemy plundering the formation. I didn't give him a good fight last night.

, in this game, I will go meet this fierce monk for a while! Since he has a reputation for being evil, I will see what he is capable of!"

Yulong Xingkong shouted to Lei Yichen from the side, "Tang Jiusheng will fight on our side in this round!" The audience around the stage cheered!

Shui Ruyue and Ximen Yushuang said with concern: "Mr., be careful!"

Tang Jiusheng smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, the materials are fine. The Great Anger is just a martial arts realm."

The old monk shook his head, "Young Master Tang must be careful not to underestimate the enemy. This Da'an is not an ordinary Wucheng realm. He is known in the world as being unrivaled in the Wucheng realm. Generally, people who have just entered the Wucheng realm are in his hands."

You can't go through ten rounds at all. In addition, Bai Yueting may have taken some pills just now, so you need to be more careful, don't capsize in the gutter, the other side is not a fuel-efficient lamp!"

Tang Jiusheng nodded, thanked Zen Master Pu
To be continued...