Monk Hui Jue walked back to the queue at Baolin Temple with an expressionless face, and his fellow disciples advised: "Hui Jue, victory or defeat does not matter, don't let the Buddha's heart be stained with dust! Stop being angry and stop being crazy!" Hui Jue announced the name of the Buddha.
: "What senior brother said is absolutely true, the young monk has attained the image of Amitabha!"
"Huijue, it doesn't matter if you lose, the key is how you lose. Remember that next time. Amitabha."
Hui Jue stood up with one hand and said, "Brother's teachings, please keep them in mind."
"It's getting late, Master Yuanzhi has returned to the wing to rest, let's go together!"
As soon as the words fell, the monks from Baolin Temple walked away in a group.
Linghu Heng was still recalling the fierce competition just now, but he was pulled off the competition platform by Wu Zhen. As he walked, he said: "Junior brother, your sword control technique is so amazing. How come it is obviously impossible to turn, but you can?"
Can it be done?"
Linghu Heng smiled bitterly and said: "It wasn't me who did it, it was him!" As he said that, he shook the "Wufeng" sword in his hand.
Wu Zhen's eyes widened in disbelief and said, "What? It?"
Linghu Heng smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know what kind of nerve it got, but it suddenly moved on its own today. If I hadn't pulled it, I'm afraid the little monk would have disemboweled it. Speaking of which, I'm really the winner.
It’s really a pity that the little monk didn’t use martial arts. His cultivation level is as good as mine, but he was defeated in such an inexplicable way..."
Wu Zhenhan smiled and said: "Junior brother, why do you care so much? If you win, you win. Let's go eat!"
Although Linghu Heng was following Wu Zhen, his mind kept calling for the "Wufeng" sword spirit. Somehow, after this "Wufeng" sword spirit entered Linghu Heng's body, he could not get out.
There was no sound. If it hadn't acted strangely today, Linghu Heng would have thought it was no longer in his body.
After "shouting" with all his heart for a long time, a lazy voice came to Linghu Heng's mind: "Master, what's the matter with you?"
Linghu Heng was furious: "What did you do today?"
The sword spirit "Wufeng" said somewhat innocently: "Master, have I done anything wrong?"
Linghu Heng couldn't laugh or cry: "Why did you suddenly control the fairy sword today?"
Sword Spirit Wufeng said aggrievedly: "Master, I saw that you couldn't fight hard, so I took a little action!"
Linghu Heng clearly saw Jianling Wufeng pretending to be aggrieved, like a child who had been robbed of candy, and couldn't help but said with a smile: "Okay, you can't take action without my order from now on, do you understand?"
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Sword Spirit Wufeng nodded "aggrievedly". After a while, Sword Spirit Wufeng said: "Master, there's nothing wrong. I'm going to bed."
After that, the sword spirit Wu Feng really disappeared as soon as he turned around. Linghu Heng was angry and funny at the same time, thinking: "This sword spirit really has the nature of a child. I don't know whether it is joy or sorrow for it.
"Forget it, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, why do you think so much?" He was naturally free and easy, and now that he had figured it out, he naturally stopped worrying about it.
Not long after, the two of them followed everyone to the kitchen of Lingtian Palace. The aroma of food came. Linghu Heng couldn't help but touch his belly hungrily. It's no wonder that after driving for several days, he still didn't have any food.
After having a good meal, how could he not be hungry when there was another big battle at the moment? As for the idea of guarding against Ling Tiangong's manipulation of the food, he had thrown it out of the window. Filling his stomach was the most important thing at this moment.
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As soon as the two of them walked into the large kitchen, everyone who was dining turned their eyes to them. Linghu Heng naturally didn't care about those eyes and turned a blind eye; while Wu Zhen only cared about food at the moment, so he couldn't care about others.
What do you think?
Regardless of whether they were Lingtian Palace disciples or Lingyun Sect disciples, except for the silent monks of Baolin Temple, they were all discussing in low voices. The topic was of course the ancient sword sect’s superb sword-control techniques today, especially
Linghu Heng's magical move to "defeat" Monk Hui Jue was simply unbelievable!
Naturally, everyone was worried that the Ancient Sword Sect was so strong that maybe the Ancient Sword Sect would take over the leadership position this time. Not to mention that in today's competition, seven people from the Ancient Sword Sect entered the competition, with sixty and thirty entering.
What is the concept? It means that the Ancient Sword Sect has two more people than the normal quota! However, Lingyun Sect and Yaoshen Valley have only admitted four people, which makes many people think that the Ancient Sword Sect is a bit strong, incredibly strong. In fact,
They don't understand the terrifying aspects of sword cultivation. The higher the level of cultivation, the more terrifying the sword cultivation becomes. Not only the powerful sword control techniques, but also the body tempered by spiritual power.
It is beyond the reach of other immortal cultivators.
Linghu Heng glanced around, but did not find Taoist Taoist Silence. He touched Wu Zhen's arm and said, "Where is the old Taoist?"
Wu Zhen was also puzzled and said, "Maybe the master has gone back to rest?"
Linghu Heng pretended to be indifferent and said: "Since he doesn't want to eat, forget it, let's eat!" After that, he went straight to get a meal, found an unoccupied table and chairs and sat down.
Start eating like no one else is around.
Wu Zhen had an idea in his mind and prepared some food, but it was all vegetarian and the portions were enough for three people. Linghu Heng was smart, how could he not know that Wu Zhen left the food for the Taoist Taoist of Silence? He didn't either
After saying that, he continued to eat his food.
Not to mention, although Ling Tiangong is extremely domineering, the food is still good. Although the dishes are few, they can't hide the strong northwest style. Large pieces of hand-caught mutton, coupled with a mutton steamed bun, Linghu
Heng ate happily. After a while, he was full.
Wu Zhen didn't eat so fast, because he had enough food for two people, so he ate a little slower. Seeing that Wu Zhen wouldn't be able to finish it in a while, Linghu Heng said, "Big man, eat slowly.
I’m going to go outside for a walk!”
Wu Zhen held rice in his mouth and said slurred words: "Junior brother, don't get lost..."
Linghu Heng made a reassuring gesture and walked out casually.
It has to be said that the architecture of Lingtian Palace is magnificent. There are endless high-rise buildings and pavilions, all with golden tiles, high white walls, and vermilion doors and windows. Although it is majestic, it gives people a sense of vulgarity. Inside Lingtian Palace
Although his spiritual energy was sufficient, it was not as free and easy as the Ancient Sword Sect's reclusiveness. Linghu Heng felt more and more depressed as he walked. After wandering around for a while, he lost interest.
Linghu Heng walked away casually, but kept muttering in his heart: "This Lingtian Palace is really vulgar. Even the tiles are gold, why can't they use other colors? I thought this was a palace! It's better to have a green bamboo forest, at least the air is better.
It's refreshing, not as distracting as this place." Linghu Heng had never had a good impression of Lingtian Palace, so naturally the buildings and environment of Lingtian Palace were devalued.
Unknowingly, Linghu Heng came to a remote place. It was said to be remote, but it was just compared to other places. In fact, there were a lot of warnings here. Linghu Heng looked up and saw a tall building rising from the ground.
The two golden words "Book Pavilion" were written in the letter. Linghu Heng couldn't help but think again: "Even the place to study is so vulgar, this Lingtian Palace is really weird!" Just when he thought of this, unexpectedly, a dark shadow came from Linghu.
Heng jumped in front of him and ran away in the blink of an eye.
Needless to say, Linghu Heng had good eyesight. The man in black was on the thin side, but his figure looked familiar to Linghu Heng. Before he thought much, he chased after him. Both of them were very fast.
They are invisible to the naked eye, so there is no need to mention the vigilant disciples with low cultivation levels in the distance.
The man in black seemed to have noticed that someone was following him, and immediately sped up. Although he didn't use the levitation technique, his foot strength was as strong as the levitation technique. Regardless of the terrain, he might be a point or two faster!
Linghu Heng's heart suddenly surged with excitement. Of course he knew this kind of movement, and he was very familiar with it! But the figure of the person in front was wrong, Linghu Heng thought in his mind.
"We'll catch up later!" Linghu Heng thought of this and sped up, flying forward like a sharp arrow off the string.
But the man in black in front seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he didn't even look. As soon as Linghu Heng accelerated, he also accelerated as if he still had some energy left. In this way, the two of them were one behind the other, more than ten feet apart.
, left Lingtian Palace one after another.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the two of them ran along a route that intentionally or unintentionally avoided the guards of Lingtian Palace and ran all the way to a deserted and inhabited place.
Linghu Heng had even more doubts in his heart, and he asked tentatively: "Can the friends in front of me leave their names?"
The man in black seemed to have never heard of it, and kept running forward. In this way, Linghu Heng was also aroused to be competitive, and thought to himself: "Okay, I will ask you again after I catch you.
You!" I thought to myself, and unconsciously put more force on my feet.
The two ran one after another for about a quarter of an hour, and came to a dense forest. The dense forest blocked the sky and the sun. Although it was all coniferous forest, it was better than the lush greenery, which blocked the starlight in the sky.
Without any warning, the man in black in front suddenly stopped. Linghu Heng was afraid of being plotted, so he immediately stopped and looked at this suspicious figure warily.
The man in black turned his head and saw that his entire head was covered in a piece of black cloth, leaving only a slight gap, but it was for his eyes. It could only be seen from the exposed eyes that all the wrinkles were visible.
When he came out, it seemed that he was not young anymore. He heard the masked man say in a hoarse voice: "Young man, why are you chasing after me?"
Linghu Heng smiled slightly and said calmly: "How many roads in the world are there? If you can walk it, I can walk it too!"
After hearing this, the masked man lowered his voice and said, "So, tell me, what are you doing here?"
Linghu Heng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "What are you doing here, I'm doing the same thing here!"
The corners of the masked man's mouth covered by the black cloth slightly raised, and he said: "I came to Lingtian Palace to look for an item belonging to an old friend. Why, are you the same, little friend?"
For a moment, Linghu Heng was speechless. The two of them were in a stalemate, but Linghu Heng was thinking: "It's so similar, no matter the technique or the tone of voice. It's just that his body shape and voice are not like this.
, is he really not?" Who is Linghu Heng referring to? (To be continued)