Ling Tianyun was stunned, even Ye Yinfeng was stunned. The two of them stared at Zhang Yuxian blankly, but they didn't know what he was talking about. If Ling Tianyun was the true emperor, then the world would be too crazy. Ling Tianyun had no intention of fighting for dominance in the world at all. It was just that Zhang Yuxian's headless words made them very puzzled. Not only were they puzzled, but even Seng Jingquan also looked confused.

"Uncle Zhang, you don't want to make such a joke, it's not good at all. How can a kid become the true emperor of the world? He is just a martial artist who is hiding in this troubled world. Besides, he never thought of fighting for dominance in the world. He is devoted to martial arts in order to break through the limits of martial arts." Ling Tianyun said helplessly to Zhang Yuxian. He didn't expect that Zhang Yuxian would say such words, which made him confused.

"Everything has its own secrets, but the secrets cannot be revealed." Zhang Yuxian said mysteriously, and then he said to Ye Yinfeng: "The martial arts of the world are nothing more than Taoism. Buddhist martial arts were later introduced to the Central Plains, but Buddha is Tao. Mr. Ye is careful and his heart is as firm as iron. In the future, he can achieve immeasurable achievements in martial arts. The two of them meet in a storm, and the world's general trend has already taken advantage of the power of heaven to fight for the world. It can be said that they will kill two birds with one stone. Remember, fate can be fought against, but everything depends on your fortune and persistence."

Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun were even more shocked. They always felt that this king seemed to be leaving a last word, but looking at each other's expression, there was no abnormality. However, Monk Jingquan, who was standing beside him, looked plain, and the doubts just now had already returned to calm. But they did not notice that when Monk Jingquan was huddled into his sleeves, he was tightly holding a smooth but simple and unpretentious tortoise shell.

"Old Mr. Zhang has praised us for being both. The game cannot be solved at the moment. I'm afraid we have already become the prisoners of this marquis." A trace of helplessness flashed in Ye Yinfeng's eyes, and he said to the calm monk Jingquan.

"It's not like being imprisoned, it depends on King Zhang's choice. With the skills of both of you, you can naturally easily walk out of the Marquis' Mansion, and you can do whatever you want." A hint of surprise flashed in Monk Jingquan's eyes, but his face was as calm as ever.

"Don't worry, old man, although I am old, I have never seen any storms and waves. What can a mere marquis' mansion do to me? Even if all the masters of the Cangqiong Sect are revealed, I, Zhang Yuxian, are still the King Zhang Tian who made the dog emperor in the South Han Dynasty frightened. Let the grudges of that year end today. The damn and the damn should be gone, and we are the two of us left. The things that were back then should be perfected." Zhang Yuxian's hunched body kept slightly.

No one expected that the old man who was as old as a twilight years emitted a majestic aura like surging waves. At this time, Zhang Yuxian became extremely tall in the eyes of Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng. The shocking eyes in their eyes were not concealed. They did not expect that this ordinary old man like an old farmer was a master with amazing internal strength. At this time, Zhang Yuxian's body exuded a majestic aura that was pure and strong, and his martial arts realm had already reached the realm of the Supreme Heaven.

"I didn't expect that after the battle of Baiyun Cave, Li Tai's heavy blow did not hurt you, but your cultivation level went further. Everyone knows that you are a person who gathers great fortune. The rumors are indeed true. King Zhang, have you ever heard of the saying of taking fortune? The reason why you failed back then was mainly because part of your fortune was secretly seized by someone, which led to your fortune being incomplete, so you did not succeed." A trace of unexpected light flashed in Monk Jingquan's eyes, but he quickly returned to peace. He said to the other party.

"No matter whether it is luck or fate, it is not determined by heaven, it depends on myself. The reason why I failed is actually a big reason for myself, because I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to start a war anymore. No matter what, the people who end up suffering are still suffering and suffering are still ordinary people. Li Tai's palm was enough to pry my sledge? Sing Li's old sledge? How can Song's stupidity be? Jia's hang is dizzy?? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed? I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed. I'm so

As the aura that condensed around Zhang Yuxian continued to rise, his figure became extremely tall, like a towering mountain, with its silver and sparse hair standing up one by one, and a faint red glow appeared on its wrinkled face. The violent aura became bigger and bigger, and the old but not shabby figure stood in the house, and the breath surged. At this time, Zhang Yuxian was the most powerful master in the world.

With a "slam" sound, a faint light shone out in Monk Jingquan's hand. He saw a sudden increase in his hand. The abacus was the same as the ordinary abacus, but there was a faint and simple aura on the abacus, which showed that the abacus was not an ordinary thing. The light condensed in his eyes became more and more intense, and the abacus in his hand made a sound of abacus beads fighting each other, and the sound was like spring thunder rolling, roaring.

"Young Master Ling, can you borrow a treasure sword?" Zhang Yuxian's eyes condensed slightly, and he said to Ling Tianyun. "Isn't it just a broken sword? Old Mr. Zhang is polite." Ling Tianyun grabbed the Xingze sword with his backhand, and the Xingze sword let out a long roar. He handed the sword hands to Zhang Yuxian's hand, and then said lightly.

"You two are here to watch the battle. I will deal with the matter in person. Whether you are Seng Jingquan or the Jade Suanzi of the Cangqiong Sect, the blood debts of the year, the brothers who died in battle back then, all of this will be recovered. Not only to avenge the brothers who died in the year, but also to warn you, the so-called famous and upright sects, that the world is not your chess game, and the people of the world are not the chess pieces in your chess game. Although I, Zhang Yuxian, is a commoner, I know the great way."

With a "buzzing" sound, Zhang Yuxian finished speaking. He bent his fingers and bounced the sword, and suddenly the sword made a crisp long roar. "A good knife is worthy of being the magic weapon used by the sword Shengfeng hero." His eyes condensed, and a string-like light appeared from the sword. Seeing this, he couldn't help but praise the sword.

"Zhang Tianwang, you and I have different opinions and different positions. I, Monk Jingquan, did not make any mistakes in the past, and never regretted it. Back then, you were devoted to the people of the Southern Han Dynasty, and he was devoted to the people who were trapped in dire straits, while I was considering the interests of the Cangqiong Gate, and the Cangqiong Gate was even more for the overall situation of the world. No matter who is right or wrong in the past, I will come to see the heights today. There is no victory or defeat in a battle, and only life and death are determined." Monk Jingquan's brocade robe made even more sounds, and the brocade robe was fluttering without wind, and he made a heroic and heroic speech.

"A sword is a saint of all soldiers. The sword is invincible and the sword is invincible. Mr. Ling, you must remember it. If you have a knife in your hand, you have a knife in your heart. The knife is yourself, and you are a knife. The fallacy of having a knife in your hand without a knife in your heart, or without a knife in your hand with a knife in your heart is simply a joke." When Zhang Yuxian waved the sword in his hand, a fierce and cold wind broke through the air and rang out.

Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun had already withdrawn a few feet away. Fortunately, the house was spacious enough, and there were not many decorations in the house, and there was enough room for the showdown between the two masters. The two felt a strange feeling in their hearts. The aura emitted from their bodies was extremely pure and majestic, as vast as the sea. They had a profound cultivation level, but they did not have any fame. This was the true hermit.

The sword in Zhang Yuxian's hand condensed a colorful light and slashed towards Monk Jingquan. Every time he took the sword, he slashed several dazzling sword lights. The sword lights were as fast as the rainbow, and the momentum was even more than thunder. His silver hair was rising freely, and his feet were already stepping out with footprints like a knife. The sword lights condensed the power to break the sky and shake the moon. The sword lights rushed forward, and his body emitted a brave and fierce force.

A mysterious fog-like luster appeared in Monk Jingquan's eyes. He held the abacus with his right hand, and his left hand was pulling quickly on the abacus. The qi of light like a light immediately burst out from the abacus. The pace of pulling the abacus was getting faster and faster, and the qi of light burst out from the abacus was getting denser and denser. The qi of light burst out from the abacus seemed to have laid a net of heaven and earth, and the qi of light blocked all the sword energy that Zhang Yuxian had chopped.

With a big leap under his feet, the violent aura rose again, and the sword in Zhang Yuxian's hand made a long sound like a dragon roar. His figure became faster and faster, and the sword aura that only waved and shot out became increasingly dense. Seeing this, Monk Jingquan sank slightly, slapped his left hand at the edge of the abacus, and then his index finger and middle finger raised his left hand and pointed slightly forward.

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With one finger, Monk Jingquan was as vigorous as a scholar's guidance. As his fingers accelerated, all the abacus beads in the abacus flew up and shot towards Zhang Yuxian.

Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun felt even more shocked. They did not expect that Monk Jingquan's strength was so mysterious. If we judged from the breath, then the vast aura that condensed around Zhang Yuxian was obviously slightly better than Monk Jingquan. But no one expected that Monk Jingquan would actually use his spiritual sense, and his spiritual sense was also very powerful, almost reaching the point of controlling things as he pleased.

Ye Yinfeng had a deep understanding of the importance of the spiritual consciousness, but he did not expect that Monk Jingquan's spiritual consciousness was so powerful. He had just touched the threshold of the spiritual consciousness, so naturally it was impossible for him to have such a powerful spiritual consciousness. However, Monk Jingquan's every finger and wave was taken by him. He knew that this was also a rare and good opportunity. How to truly control the spiritual consciousness gave him a new understanding of the spiritual consciousness.

There was no change on Zhang Yuxian's face. With a slight force under his feet, the sword stirred a layer of brilliant light, like a dazzling ball of light, and surged in all directions with him as the center. A firm and decisive light condensed in his eyes. He raised his head as if he was not stubborn. Then his body slightly retreated, and his hands tightly held the hilt of the sword.

A cracked and destructive aura surged from Zhang Yuxian's body, and his eyes shot out like lightning. His upright silver hair flew up at this moment, and a sacred luster appeared on his wrinkled face. A deafening shout came from his mouth.
Chapter completed!