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"Of course the donor is sitting, but there are many seats in the inn, but he chose to come to my place. I don't know what the purpose is?"

Jiumozhi glanced at the stainless steel sword on the table.

Chen Jun said, "I don't know why, but as soon as I saw you, the great monk, and this handsome young man in white, I suddenly fell in love with you. Could it be that the great monk wouldn't give in?"

Before Jiumozhi could say anything, Duan Yu said anxiously: "Young master, there are many seats next to you, so why would you look for a small seat like ours? Leave quickly."

Chen Jun knew in his heart that Duan Yu was worried about his safety, so he drove him away. However, although he had a saintly personality, it would still feel good if he treated him with the saintly side.

"Young master, you don't have to leave. Now that you are here, I will treat you to a drink with tea instead of wine."

Jiumozhi held a celadon wine glass lightly with two fingers in his hand and handed it over. The thumb and index finger of his right hand gently touched it. The wine glass seemed to be holding a flower. With a smile on his face, he flicked the five fingers of his left hand to the right...

But I saw that he was very gentle with his fingers, and the dewdrops like flowers came from his left and right hands, and five drops of water suddenly shot out from the air. His face always had a kind smile, so elegant and soft.

"Pick your fingers!"

Chen Jun looked at the fingertips stabbing straight at him, but there was no hint of murderous intention.

Keng!

The sharp edge of the long sword was cold, and suddenly a bright and clear chant was heard from all sides of the inn, and a flash of white light flashed through, turning the dark room environment of the inn a bit whiter.

Click~

There was a sound of the silk being ripped, and a hole was missing in the sleeve of Jiumozhi's yellow robe between the tiger's mouth and the palm of his hand.

Duan Yu stared blankly at the fragments, and then his face lit up with joy.

Jiumozhi's face froze, and he stared at the slowly falling piece of cloth with wide eyes, his eyes filled with solemnity:

"Young Master's swordsmanship is so fast!"

"The great monk's skills are not bad either." Chen Jun pressed his palms together, and the sword with half of its blade exposed on the table suddenly closed.

Jiumozhi said: "The poor monk has traveled all over the world and has met many martial arts heroes, but he has never seen a person as young as the donor and with such great potential. I wonder what your surname is and where you come from?"

Jiumozhi, a man with a good reputation, was too greedy for martial arts.

As for the sword technique just now, he can guarantee that the power of this sword will never be inferior to the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and he has never seen such a magical sword technique. The words "outstanding in the contemporary era" are not an exaggeration when it comes to him.

"Chen Jun, Xiaoyao Sect!" Chen Jun said calmly.

Boom.

Suddenly, it was as if a thunderbolt hit Duan Yu's ears. He spit out the tea in his mouth and coughed non-stop.

When she first took out the Beiming Magic Secret Book from the Wuliangya Cave, the Immortal Sister said she would kill all the Xiaoyao Sect disciples.

He couldn't figure out what the Xiaoyao sect had done to earn the hatred of the immortal sister, but now a Xiaoyao disciple appeared in front of him.

Does this mean that he can find out the news about the fairy sister and her life background? Duan Yu didn't think about killing anyone, and his thoughts were far away in his mind.

Jiumozhi felt vaguely that the word sounded familiar, and when he noticed Duan Yu's reaction, he realized that this sect was something special.

He asked tentatively: "Is that sword the secret skill of Xiaoyao Sect? What is its name? Can you explain it to the poor monk?"

Chen Jun shook his head: "That sword is not the secret skill of Xiaoyao Sect, but I am the leader of Xiaoyao Sect."

Duan Yu's heart was filled with ups and downs. He had a second thought in his mind, but immediately refuted his judgment.

According to the jade statue of the Fairy Sister, she is quite young. This person looks similar to him in appearance. How could he be the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect?

"Explanation? Great monk, do you want to learn?"

Jiumozhi saw the gentle smile on his face, and couldn't help but think of the amazing sword strike before. With such a unique skill, he would not let it go if he had the opportunity, but who would leak his unique skill to the outside world.

"The donor is joking. I said I want to learn, and you will teach me?" He still couldn't help but test him, and his eyes shrank to catch all the changes in his expression.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Buddhism talks about cause and effect in everything, but Taoism recognizes the word "fate". It just so happens that you and I are destined to meet each other."

Chen Jun said slowly: "However! Our Xiaoyao sect has few members, and we are short of the Ichigo sect's Mingwang. I think Taoist friend is quite suitable."

"Turn Buddha into Hu?"

Jiumozhi was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned as gloomy as water. He has always been arrogant and conceited. Although he was obsessed with martial arts, he was unparalleled in Buddhism. He entered Tantric Buddhism at a young age and achieved positive results. He debated Buddhism and sutras at the age of 16 and it was difficult to find an opponent in the Vajra Tantric Sect. From then on

He became the Dharma King of Tubo who protected the country of Tubo, and explained the Buddhist scriptures to all people. How could he remain indifferent to these words?

"I don't dare to be the Protector of your sect, but I can give it a try as the Demon-Conquering Lord."

Jiumozhi spoke the Buddha's name, and a magnificent precious light surged around his body, like bright jewels and jade, shining brightly. Duan Yu's eyes were horrified.

He didn't use any weapons in his hands, but those fleshy palms could defeat many magical weapons.

That day in Tianlong Temple, Jiumozhi alone forced six of the world's top masters in Tianlong Temple, including his uncle Baoding Emperor and Zen Master Kurong. He could not get any advantage from him, but suffered defeats repeatedly.

How could the young master in front of him be able to deal with it? Duan Yu shouted: Mr. Chen, retreat quickly. This demon monk has great martial arts. Don’t lose your life in vain to save me.

Jiumozhi's eyes were compassionate and his expression was calm, and he pushed out with one palm.

He did not use the "Phaseless Kalpa Finger", "Nianhua Finger" or "Tora Leaf Finger", nor did he use Vajra Palm Power, Nirvana Grasping and "Indra Grasping".

This palm waved out does not have any smell of human fireworks, but the brilliant and fierce waves of fire shot out of the sky like an angry dragon over a river, which no one can ignore.

This is the flaming sword, the secret skill of the Nyingma sect of Tantric Buddhism. This skill is the foundation of Jiumozhi. It was by virtue of this skill that he wiped out the black sect in Tubo and became a powerful figure in the western border.

The fire wave is imminent, and Chen Jun cannot underestimate Jiumozhi, one of the four elders of Tianlong.

Use fists and kicks to fight hard and intensively.

When you use a sword, you have to use sword skills to fight, either step by step, or as ethereal as an immortal.

The long sword was unsheathed and then handed out.

The collapse scene that Duan Yu imagined did not appear, but it was not much better. Chen Jun retreated with his sword.

boom!

The scorching flame seemed to be like substance, and at this moment Chen Jun's second sword pierced through the air.

Three swords, four swords... until the tenth sword, Jiumozhi's figure suddenly shook, and his face turned pale.

With the twelfth sword, Jiumozhi's face turned pale and bloodless, his throat surged, and he roared suddenly. He retreated violently, grabbed Duan Yu like a chicken, and then pulled away and retreated.

Duan Yu: "..."

He didn't understand at all why Jiumozhi, who had the upper hand, suddenly ran away. It seemed that the battle was far from as simple as he thought.

Seeing the great monk with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth in mid-air, Duan Yu glanced behind him from the corner of his eye.

It seems that he is really the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, and his martial arts has reached the peak at a young age. It is ridiculous that he is trying to persuade others, but what is his relationship with the fairy sister? For some reason, he feels a little sad inexplicably.

Chen Jun did not pursue him.

Jiumozhi is a troublemaker for Tianlong, so his existence is helpful for him to suppress Shaolin.

What's more, he is not suitable to pursue now, because he has realized the twelfth deadly sword!

His life-threatening swordsmanship was derived from the Five Mountains Sword Sect and the Dao Zang of the Ming Dynasty, and was the work of a sudden inspiration.

But he can be sure that there is a deeper realm beyond the twelfth sword.

If the details can be fully understood, this will be a stunning swordsmanship that is not inferior to the Dugu Nine Swords!

Seven days later, outside Gusu City, there were apricot blossoms on the path and green willows hanging over the lake.

Chen Jun raised his eyes and looked at the swampy lake of Yanziwu, remembering that during the Ming Dynasty, he also came here to visit his predecessors.

Now I didn't expect that he would come again, this time as a predecessor.

At this moment, I could only hear the sound of money, and a small boat floated on the green waves of the lake. A girl in green shirt held a pair of oars, slowly paddling out, singing a small song in her mouth, and the song sounded delicate and innocent.

, joyful and moving.

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I'm back in Shenzhen after my vacation. The updates have been unstable in the past few days. Sorry.