Chapter 33: There are not many people in the world who can tie with the poor monk.
"Yuanfang!"
"Is he Li Yuanfang?"
Qiu Ying resisted turning his head to look, but his face under the helmet was already full of joy.
A sense of solidity lingers in my heart.
Magistrate Cui immediately looked towards the street.
Today, in the land of Liangzhou, this name is well known to every household, like thunder!
The common people know Li Yuanfang because he led the Liangzhou team to defeat the Tibetan team, forcing the arrogant Tibetan thieves to surrender in despair, and they could not hold their heads up in the following days.
Although a polo match cannot determine the strength of the two countries, it can also greatly boost morale.
This was already a great thing, but compared to ordinary people, Magistrate Cui also knew that this man had uncovered the secrets of this man, and through an ordinary case, he had found out the Tibetan secret agent hiding in Liangzhou, and he immediately paid more attention to it.
In the eyes of everyone, a man with a heroic appearance came on horseback.
Li Yan received the news and knew that the matter was of great importance, so he directly rode the horse that reported the news to the internal guards and galloped over.
Xiao Hei wanted to follow, but he stayed at home.
We were flying all the way, and we came at the right time.
Thousands of steps away, he immediately locked onto the monk.
The spine is straight and the shoulders are wide, and the upper body is slightly bent forward, giving off a fierce aura of a battlefield. He reaches his waist and holds the chain knife.
Raise it straight and draw the sword.
"Qiang!"
A sound that shocked the entire audience spread.
The monk's body trembled slightly and his eyes immediately turned around.
Li Yan chuckled lightly and pointed the tip of the knife away.
There was a faint tingling sensation between the monk's eyebrows, and his eyes became hot.
Two scorching gazes collided together, and invisible sparks burst out.
"Good opponent!"
Similar thoughts emerged from their minds at the same time.
Li Yan galloped up his horse, and the monk jumped over Qiu Ying to greet him.
On the long street, the two powers faced each other.
Li Yan dismounted and stood still, holding the sword straight and straight, with a straight and straight waist. His whole body was majestic and looked down on all directions.
The monk stopped and stood still, with his hands hanging down. He looked majestic and unrestrained, and had a commanding aura of standing tall and motionless as a mountain.
"The Tubo monks, sitting in a well and looking at the sky, dare to show off their power in our great Tang Dynasty?"
Confrontation returned to confrontation. Li Yan quickly glanced at the field. When he saw the weapons that had been disarmed by the monks piled at the feet of the Tibetan guards, his eyes sank, and he jumped up, like an eagle striking the sky, and slashed them down with one strike.
"The benefactor is here and is about to learn the martial arts of the Tang Dynasty!"
The monk's soft and pleasant voice sounded, and he put his two palms together with their palms slightly hollow.
His palms suddenly turned into reverse folds again, and his fingers intertwined and began to seal.
"Yuan Fang, be careful. Ming Wang Jin is good at nine seals, both offensive and defensive, and can confuse the mind. You must not fall into the opponent's rhythm!"
Qiu Ying didn't know that Li Yan's master, Uncle Ya, was also from the inner guard. He was familiar with the true teachings of all the sects in the world. He dabbled in them when teaching Li Yan, so he couldn't help but remind him.
But the next moment, he realized that there was no need to worry.
Because Li Yan's chain sword suddenly accelerated, it struck halfway across the opponent's body and struck him with one strike at the moment the opponent formed a seal.
"Eat me with a knife!"
“The donor is amazing!”
He was victorious in attacking first, and his moves were extremely fast. The monk's seal was interrupted in the middle. In a hurry, his left and right robe sleeves were folded up, and he moved forward to meet him.
"clang!"
The sound of swords clashing sounded, and sparks flew out.
Only then did everyone discover that the monk's hands, hidden under his robe, were wearing a pair of wrist guards.
It was this pair of wrist guards that withstood the edge of the chain knife.
"Well!"
However, the monk groaned and suffered a secret loss.
He knew he couldn't retreat, his feet were nailed to the ground like nails, and his waist was swinging back like catkins.
At the same time, his hands transformed into numerous seals, and he used the Great Vajra Wheel Seal of Ming Wang Jin to meet him.
But Li Yan seemed to have anticipated what he was going to do. He calmly withdrew his strength, let out a long roar, and launched an offensive like the violent waves of the sea.
Bai Shengjin always anticipates the enemy's opportunities, and his sword skills, which are obviously simple and unpretentious and open and close, become unconstrained and unconstrained, making swallows fly and fish fall.
Everyone who was watching felt that he had an irresistible momentum of fighting against the enemy. No matter who was the first to take the lead, he had to avoid the edge temporarily.
But the monk knew that he absolutely could not avoid it.
Ever since, he also did something that surprised everyone.
He actually closed his eyes, made exquisite movements with his fingers, and faced Li Yan's sword skills without giving in.
King Ming's strength allowed the monk to clearly grasp the focus of Li Yan's attack. He was not confused by the light of his sword and instead met his fierce offensive head-on.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The sound of collision was endless, and the Tang Dynasty party was so excited that they wanted to cheer loudly, while the Tibetan people held their breaths and their faces changed.
Brenzan was stunned and tried his best to hide his shock, but his expression betrayed him completely.
He knew very well that this monk was very powerful in Buddhism and martial arts, and was praised as the Little Ming King in Tubo. He went to Chang'an to discuss Buddhism and let the Tang people see the strong man in Tubo.
Normally, I couldn't invite this person, but this time it was because the official was dead and it was related to the state, so Prince Xiao Ming came forward.
Unexpectedly, he used the tiger skin as a banner. He originally wanted to imitate the Tang Dynasty's strategy of sending masters to play polo, and also let the Tibetan masters defeat the Tang Dynasty. In the end, it was they who were faintly at a disadvantage.
The most hateful thing is that the person who ruined his plan is still the same person.
"Li Yuanfang!"
Just as Brenzan was gritting his teeth, the calm look between the monk's brows could no longer be maintained.
After connecting with Li Yan's twelve swords, he suddenly opened his eyes. The previous peace disappeared and was replaced by an angry look.
Buddha is also angry!
"bright!"
He uttered Buddha's words, raised his hands, and completed the outer binding seal in an instant, delaying the light of the sword for a moment.
At the same time, he stepped hard and broke out of the encirclement of the sword force.
Li Yan's Yum Knife was broken through for the first time, and his irresistible momentum finally stagnated.
But after all, he took the initiative and changed his strategy decisively.
"Gang!"
The cuffs were bulging and there was a hunting sound. There seemed to be storms and clouds inside, dragons and snakes were swimming around, and Li Yan exploded with the strong energy of the four seasons, creating a strong wind.
Fo Yin and Tao Yin collided with each other, and their energy exploded, causing their bodies to tremble.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the next move, they also chose not to retreat but to advance.
Li Yan struck the monk's right arm with his knife, and the monk punched Li Yan in the chest.
The moment the chain knife struck, the monk's robe suddenly bulged up, and he made a lion's seal in the knot in his hand, slanting it out.
The blade of the blade was tilted, and most of the force was removed, but the monk's robe also tore open with a hiss.
At the same time, Li Yan started to move with agility, dodging the Vajra Fury Fist in a dangerous way.
But the wind of the fist also brushed against his shoulder, and he had to block it with the force of his horn.
His body swayed, and he stepped back to release his strength.
In this round of confrontation, neither of them took advantage.
But considering that the monk was suppressed by Bai Sheng Jin just now and took the initiative through the Buddha's sound, his response can be described as beautiful.
On the contrary, Li Yan was too focused on promoting his strength and fell behind a bit.
Li Yan was not surprised but happy, his eyes became brighter and sharper.
The monk also said in a pleasant voice: "There are not many people in the world who can compete with the poor monk without falling behind. The donor is very strong!"
Li Yan felt that these words sounded familiar, and he also recognized them: "My name is Li Yuanfang, what's yours?"
The monk clasped his hands together: "Dalun Temple, Kumarajiva!"
I remember hearing it somewhere...
I wonder if you know someone named Jiumozhi?
"Today I got to see Maharaja King Jin, and he is well-deserved. We will come again!"
"Stop it!"
Just as Li Yan was about to start the second round of confrontation, a group of people arrived from a distance unhurriedly. The leader, Pei Sijian, the governor of Liangzhou, spoke calmly.
Only then did he and Kumara react.
Oh, this is not a martial arts tournament, but a murder scene!
Sorry, sorry, I forgot about it.
As soon as the third-rank official of the imperial court appeared, the atmosphere of conflict finally subsided temporarily.
Li Yanqiang put his sword into its sheath with a sound, and Kumarajiva came over and asked: "I have heard for a long time that the Central Plains is rich in resources and talented people. I wonder how many people like you are there?"
Li Yan saw that his appearance was calm, but his tone was extremely arrogant. He looked like the only hero in the world who could only be with you, and that the Tang Dynasty had no rival. He felt petty and pointed at his blue official robe: "I am the ninth-grade Renyong of the Tang Dynasty."
The captain has a good background, but his martial arts skills are mediocre."
Kumarajiva was startled.
Then I heard Li Yan add: "In my opinion, there are not many people in the world who can beat you to a tie, but there may be quite a few who can beat you to death~"
"Work hard, little monk!"
Li Yan waved his hand, turned and left.
Only Kumara, who looked confused, stood there, thinking silently.
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