Tang Yanyue took the maid's comb, leaned into his ear and said with a smile: "Hey, are you jealous?"
"...I just think it's not convenient for you to fight if you are dressed like this." Tang Yun sighed: "The Vajra Temple has been tricked, and things are not peaceful today."
Tang Yanyue behaved pitifully: "You are a grown man here, but it is my little girl's turn to take action? You will protect me, right?"
"Ha~" Tang Yun chuckled and didn't say much. He had been through so many storms and waves, why did he care about a mere Vajra Temple?
The official robes of the Zhenwu Pavilion are very special. They are woven with a rather strange material. They look similar to brocade, but are actually very heavy. They are extremely sensitive to demonic energy and have high defense.
However, the shelf life of this thing is short, and the court will reissue it every three years. In fact, except for the shelf life, this thing is very similar to the magic weapon in the novel about cultivating immortals.
"It's so beautiful." Tang Yanyue adjusted his collar and said with her tongue.
"Licking a dog will lead to a good death." Tang Yun smoothed the lines of alien beasts on his chest, flicked his sleeves, and walked out of the door.
"Pooh!"
Tang Yanyue held up her chest, raised her head and followed, muttering fiercely in her heart: "I don't believe it anymore, I really can't capture this guy like you."
If you can't catch up, use force. If you can't catch him, use medicine. If you can't catch him, use medicine. There are many ways. What Tang Yanyue lacks most is patience.
She can hold onto Tang Yun's thick legs!
Boom, boom, boom...
Tang Yun led a group of people from the Zhenwu Pavilion and came to the outside of the city with great momentum. He sat down at the top of the high platform and looked around at the densely packed heads below. He felt a ridiculous feeling of looking down on all living beings.
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"What the hell?"
Tang Yun's mind gradually calmed down, and he greeted the leaders of the major forces with a smile, and then coughed. Li Xiao rushed out of the crowd, moved his body skills to the dragon pillar, and threw out a long strip from his sleeves.
He said loudly: "The rules are very simple. When all subordinates see the truth, if one side admits defeat, it cannot continue to attack. This is a competition, not a private fight. If there is any disobedience, kill him!"
Likewise, the audience in the audience, as well as the village masters, sect masters, sect masters and other powerful people, can only watch the battle but not take action, no matter how critical the situation is."
Looking around, he seemed to be asking others if they had any opinions.
Seeing no one refuted, Tang Yun continued: "The purpose of this conference is to select the geniuses of Lingchuan Prefecture. It has nothing to do with warriors from other places, so all those whose household registration is not in Lingchuan Prefecture are invalid. So there are already more than a thousand people... "
After a lot of eloquent words, the leaders of the major forces stood up to express their positions, then Shi Yuanfeng gave a round of praise, and finally Zhao Yunlu came up to preside over.
There are only two lists, Qingyun List and Lingyun List.
The selection criteria for the former are viscera realm warriors, a total of seventy-two people.
The latter standard is for blood coagulation realm warriors, a total of thirty-six people.
(The author is lazy, which is the number of Tiangang and Earthly Evils, akimbo·jpg)
This time it was a serious Lingchuan event. The competition would last for more than half a month. Tang Yun glanced at the people on the seats and felt happy.
This round of seats alone has made him a lot of money. Of course, he cannot keep the money alone. Zhao Yunlu and Shi Yuanfeng both have a share. Even so, it is still a lot of income.
These country gentry and wealthy businessmen are all extremely wealthy.
Warriors in the viscera realm can't even control their blood. How fierce can they be expected to fight?
However, the roaring sound that broke through the air, the crackling of the arena that created large craters, and the deafening sonic booms from time to time were enough to bring the atmosphere to a climax.
"Emmm, it feels like watching NBA." Tang Yun smacked his lips, swallowed the cherries fed by Tang Yanyue, lay lazily on the chair, chatting and spanking with other big guys.
He could chat with anyone and share a toast from time to time, but he would not talk to Kong Si and completely ignore Xuan Bei.
Xuanbei didn't care either, observing the fight in the field and silently reciting Buddhist scriptures. Let Tang Yun be proud. It won't take long for him to feel regretful.
Tang Yanyue leaned close to Tang Yun's ear and muttered: "Hey, it's so boring."
"Eat when you're bored."
"Eat and gain weight."
"You ate thirty pounds of beef, seventeen roast ducks, and eight roast chickens yesterday..."
"go to hell."
As Tang Yanyue said, this kind of battle was only enjoyable for the audience below. The other bosses cared about their disciples and enjoyed watching it. Tang Yun was left with nothing to do and felt bored.
No waves~
Even if the Vajra Temple wanted to launch an attack, they would not use Shabi's Zangfu level warriors to kill them, so waiting for them to show up would have to be at least at the end of the martial arts tournament.
(I don’t know what to do, so it’s probably the actor a, oh la oh la oh la ua..., the actor b, wood big wood big wood big… then ahhhhhhhhh, vomiting blood, and then oh oh oh oh oh...
...Finished.)
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Ten days later.
Instead of becoming deserted, the martial arts conference became more and more lively.
Because starting from the past few days, it was finally the turn to compete for the Lingyun Ranking. The disciples of the major forces took action one after another, and various martial arts were displayed one after another. The warriors fought extremely fiercely, which made the audience excited.
Just today, the competition for the Lingyun Ranking has come to an end, and they are currently competing for the top spot on the Lingyun Ranking. The following two people are fighting fiercely and fiercely.
Boom!!!
A large blood-red bell suddenly rose and fell onto the opponent. The woman holding the sword could no longer hold on, and spurted out a stream of bright red blood in response, unable to stand up again.
"Amitabha, I'm sorry." Jieqing clasped his hands and bowed, extending his hand to her apologetically.
Tang Yanyue came over furtively, her eyes widened in anticipation: "It's coming... It's coming."
"Awards."
Tang Yun ignored her and made a gesture to Zhao Yunlu. Next to him, Shi Yuanfeng coughed and stood up, holding a box with a reward already in his hand.
Jie Qing raised his head, looked at Tang Yun and said calmly: "As far as the young monk knows, Master Tang is only two decades old, about the same age as me, right?"
Tang Yun squinted his eyes and frowned in reply: "So what? I am not a member of the martial arts world. This matter has nothing to do with me."
Jie Qing shook his head and said: "Master Tang is joking. If you are not a member of the martial arts world, why did you gather all the forces to hold a martial arts conference?"
The implication is obvious, you are not from the martial arts world, so what qualifications do you have to hold a martial arts conference? Is it possible that you actually have evil intentions?
Tang Yun sneered and said: "Whatever you have to say, just say it. Hesitant, covert, sarcastic, sarcastic, and sarcastic, but you don't look like a monk."
Jie Qing said calmly: "If you are a member of the martial arts world, why don't you participate in this competition for Ling Yun? No matter your age or strength, you can be called a genius, why don't you give it a try?"
Tang Yun glanced at the others with his peripheral vision and said: "As the person who compiled the list, wouldn't it be unfair if I ended up with this? Everyone present will not agree to it."
Jieqing smiled slightly, looked at everyone on the stage, and said: "Haha, I think you are all looking forward to Master Tang's strength, right?"
The babysitters who had been arranged in the audience had already been arranged. When they heard the prompts, they immediately started to cheer, and the place that was silent for a while suddenly seemed to explode.
Tang Yun's face changed slightly, and he rolled his eyes and found another reason: "You just had a big battle. If I win, I won't be able to win."
"Already rested."
This was what Jie Qing was waiting for, and he took advantage of the situation and said, "If you think something will happen, how about we decide on the situation of life and death right now?"
In this way, even if the young monk is really no match, and the master kills me by mistake, no one would dare to say anything, and Vajra Temple will not use this to cause trouble."
Tang Yun raised his eyebrows: "Life and death? It's interesting, let's talk about it."
Facing Tang Yun's gaze, Ji Qing used his martial arts skills, and the roaring sound resounded throughout the audience like a lion's roar: "It is divided into superiority and inferiority, as well as life and death. Sir, do you dare to come down and fight with the young monk?"
The shouts, applause, and cheers suddenly stopped, and then started to sound even more enthusiastic, which was really overwhelming...
"What do you think?" Tang Yun looked at the leaders of other forces.
These people were obviously happy to see him and Jingang Temple confront each other. They looked at each other and politely advised: "Since everyone has talked about this, and the people of Lingchuan and the warriors are looking forward to it, you might as well go down and compete with him.
Anyway, with your strength, you will definitely win."
"Xuanbei, don't be really sad later."
Tang Yunpi glanced at the old host with a smile, reached out and grabbed the Broken Dream handed over by Li Xiao, and said with a slight drift at his feet: "In that case, then do whatever you want, and take action."
"That's offending."
The corners of Jie Qing's lips raised, and he clasped his hands together to salute. The energy and blood power that was several times stronger than before suddenly exploded, like a soaring torch straight into the sky. The billowing air waves suddenly spread, and a huge pit instantly appeared in the huge arena.
boom!!
The two palms collided, Tang Yun frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his hand into a claw to clasp at the opponent's veins. The sword was not unsheathed but he pointed it out, like a blood dragon roaring straight into the opponent's throat.
Bang...golden red light burst out, like a bell falling to the ground with a crash, firmly protecting Jie Qing in the middle, and the scabbard collided with it, causing large ripples.
"Something's wrong!" Tang Yun frowned instinctively. He knew that Jingang Temple would definitely come up with a trump card this time, but the opponent's strength was too strong.
King Kong Temple has been closed for so many years. Did it really cultivate such disciples?
Warning?
He is the same generation as the previous Jie Kong, so the gap in strength is too big.
In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of moves, with equal skill, retreating in unison, calming down the restless blood and adjusting their breathing rhythm.
bass……
The Broken Dream was unsheathed, and instantly the sky was filled with brilliance, like a gathering of cold stars and a cold moon in the sky. The shadow of the sword spread out into countless afterimages, instantly submerging the feelings of caution within it.
Zhenyue.
Seeing the green veins suddenly appearing in the warning situation, he suddenly let out a low roar, and the blood in the sky converged. The scarlet bell closed again, isolating countless sword edges, and despite the deafening sound of the jingling, it had the power to stand still.
Lingyun Thirteen Swords.
Tang Yun's sword edge turned, and the endless sword shadows merged into one. The aggressive energy and blood clung to the sword body, bursting out with unparalleled evil energy, and stabbed the opponent's eyebrows straight forward.
Ding ~ click...
Jie Qing's expression changed drastically. He never expected that Tang Yun's sword could actually break through his defense. He watched the sword edge rub against the big clock hard but persistently, and gradually advanced towards the inside. A chill ran through him for a moment.
hindbrain.
He picked up the flowers and put down the butcher knife.
His hands formed seals, his energy and blood were like dragons, and his martial arts skills suddenly disappeared. His fingers were twisted into flowers and seemed to be lightly reaching for the sword edge, but the other hand cut across Tang Yun's wrist like a knife.
Is this to seize the sword?
Tang Yun withdrew his sword and slashed at his wrist, then he prepared a powerful punch and punched it out.
boom!
Nianhua touched it, and during the collision, Tang Yun felt a strong force on his wrist along the blade of the sword. His arm was immediately sore and numb, and he felt helpless as if he could not hold the sword.
The fists and palms of the other side collided, and a large amount of energy and blood exploded, which allowed him to regain the victory. Jieqing grunted and decisively stopped, and quickly retreated on the tip of his toes.
Are they comparable again?
They looked at each other and saw a deep look of solemnity on the other's face.
Jie Qing secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he did not use assassination or other means, otherwise he would never be able to capture Tang Yun in a short time with his own strength.
Tang Yun felt that he had made some mistakes. The more the battle went on, the more he felt that the opponent was not at Jie Kong's level. Even the people on the so-called Lingyun Ranking were far different from the guy in front of him.
Not only does he have hard power, but he also has extremely terrifying combat experience. His grasp of fighter planes is terrible, even worse than Tang Yun...
It's actually normal.
After all, Tang Yun is the swordsman who practices the demon in the dungeon every day. His experience is completely honed through actual combat. Even he can't remember how many times he beat Zhao Yi, Long Xingyue, and the Evil God.
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Buzz... The blood sword flew across the sky, surrounding Tang Yun's body, and suddenly let out a soft moan, rustling and shooting, like a violent storm falling towards Jie Qing's face.
"Roar!!"
It roared like a dragon's roar, and the sound visible to the naked eye was mixed with thick blood red, causing the sword shadow to fly away. When the blood color gradually faded, the warning situation had already overwhelmed the body several feet, like an Arhat worshiping Buddha and punching his heavenly spirit.
Worship Buddha?
Tang Yun suddenly slid three feet forward and kicked out to meet the warning.
boom!!
Sand, dust and gravel mixed with iron filings suddenly rose up, completely splitting the huge arena into two pieces.
One wave comes after another.
Accompanied by a soft buzzing sound, thousands of sword shadows surged across the sky, completely covering the warning situation in mid-air.
Like a ghost, Tang Yunren turned around and stayed in the air amidst the continuous explosions of air. He came to the top of Jie Qing, held a sword in both hands like a guillotine and slashed at the back of his neck.
The sea of suffering has no end.
At the critical moment, the energy and blood all over Jieqing's body instantly condensed into a thirty-sixth grade lotus platform, supporting him to quickly avoid the sword edge. Then the lotus shattered into pieces, and the flying knives struck towards Tang Yun like pieces of iron.
"You can't run away."
Tang Yun gritted his teeth and made a dent in the air. Like an arrow from a string, he caught up with him again. The shadow of his sword followed closely behind, smashing the lotus petals first and then stabbing towards Jieqing with unabated force.
Wind and thunder!
As soon as the arc flashed, storms and thunders arose one after another, and the morale could no longer be sustained. His eyes widened and his pupils shrank like needlepoints. In an instant, he clasped his palms together and accurately clamped the incoming sword.
Buzz…
The two were locked in a stalemate, and Tang Yun was holding the ring like a weight and smashing it onto the ring, raising a thick dust mist, like a strong wind sweeping the surrounding area, and it exploded for a while and did not disperse for a long time.