Ji Liuli pointed to Yuwen Badu with Yuruyi and said with a smile:

"The Lantern Festival fighting is not a sect's Dharma Assembly. The Grand Governor should not make a long talk. Nagging some mysterious and mysterious things to ruin everyone's elegance."

Badu looked at the dense forest outside the imperial hall.

"There are still some moments when the first battle sect's people came back. I took this break and I would gossip to my disciples. If Zhenren Ji finds it boring, he might as well go to Tianyishui to wash his ears."

"I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening. Why should I worry about Junior Brother Ji? Governor Yuwen did not reward his disciples with magic weapons and magic weapons, and the rules were chaotic. Let's listen to his wonderful words."

Yan Yuan advised Ji Liuli.

Ji Liuli took two stacks of plain handkerchiefs from her sleeve and covered them into her ears.

Yuwen Ba asked Zhong Dajun:

"Junior Brother Zhong has been practicing Taoism with Lin Daoming for many years. What kind of Taoism have he learned? Let me tell me."

Zhong Dajun looked hesitant.

"It's okay. Our Sword Sect is a dignified and upright teacher, and is not afraid of evil tricks. The teachings of our Sect and your teacher Lin Daoming are also the authentic Xuanmen sect in the world. It is a very glorious and glorious thing to say to gentlemen and ladies."

Zhong Dajun said,

"My sect has three major methods, Taixuan, Chunyang and Hunyuan, which are governed by the "Taixuan Sutra". The Taixuan sect was created by Wanliyun, the first ancestor of our sect, the Chunyang sect, the original ancestor of Boyang Sword Immortal, and the Hunyuan sect was created by my master Yun Xianke. When I was a child Meng, I entered Shushan and studied Master Yun's Hunyuan sect for seventy years, and have been acquainted with Taixuan and Chunyang. The sword techniques, flying swords, sword formations, sword formations, and sword making techniques taught by Shushan are all known. They are all dominated by Master Lin's teachings of the twelve-rhythm of Phoenix; the talismans, refining medicines, and magic techniques of other sects have also been involved. In one Jia, I killed demons and eliminated demons for more than a thousand times, and died twenty or thirty times. Although my qualifications are dull, I have achieved some success."

The face of Gengfeng was cold.

But Ji Liuli was sneering. Princess Lin also made faces with Ji Liuli.

Ji Xiaoai said nothing, thinking.

I quietly comforted Pianpian: Zhong Dajun is just an old turtle that cannot be sustained, and she is just around the corner.

"Do you have any experience after so many years? - What I'm asking now is: It's not that you have learned the Sword Sect, but that you can teach me what you have."

Badou closed his eyes and asked while thinking.

Zhong Dajun stayed for a while and said solemnly,

"My master usually entrusts me to take charge of his twelve rules of the phoenix. He values ​​what I have learned and let me repeatedly appreciate the way of sword cultivation in the world and find my own path. In fact, I have no experience in Master's superb teaching, and I can only look at his back forever. Zhong's reputation in the Demon Slaying Academy is mostly due to his daily killing, and I have no inventions in Taoism - I have to say my experience. Zhong borrowed the hard qigong of the Secular Martial Arts Museum and spread the Hunyuan true qi on the leakless golden body, which can barely resist the six-turn divine weapon, which is far stronger than the true qi of ordinary golden elixirs to protect the body. I have fought countless times with the evil demons, and I have used this skill to save my life."

Lin Chaoyan smiled; Tang Weiyang's expression on his face was because he wanted to laugh and tried hard to restrain himself; Mo Yubing was still as cold as a stone.

He didn't even laugh, continued

"In ancient times, a martial arts school called Huashan School created a Huashan Steel Armor breathing technique, which was the source of the world's hard qigong. Later, the martial arts of Huashan were digested by our Sword Sect. Your master Yun Zhenren merged Huashan Martial Arts, Taixuan Sword Cultivator with his own Biluo Huangquan Sword Refining Technique and founded the Hunyuan Sword Derivation. The Hunyuan Qigong you thought you invented was actually something your master and your master had known for a long time."

——Pianpian’s practical experience is far less profound than Zhong Dajun. Instead of being able to use the geographical advantage of the Imperial Garden, it is better to restrict Zhong Dajun from swaying his true energy in the Imperial Hall.

We will win this game!

Without waiting for the Emperor's words, Zhong Dajun said cheerfully, "Please!"

The emperor promised.

The girl in green threw a circle of fame and fortune on the ground, and the circle suddenly turned into a circle of thirty steps. She jumped into the circle; the girl shook hands with another circle of fame and fortune, staring at Zhong Dajun like a big enemy.

Zhong Dajun opened the sword box on his back. The huge sword box was empty inside, and he took out the only Zihuang sword - this sword was the six-turn magic weapon that Zhong Dajun in Yunmeng City used to kill a Yuanying puppet with Zhenren Lin.

"Myster Lin's Way of Soul and the Twelve Phoenix Laws must be re-sacrificed, and Zhong Dajun only has this divine weapon at will."

Wenhou said to us.

Zhong Dajun looked at Shangguan Pianpian's circle of fame and fortune. Without saying a word, he sacrificed the Zihuang flying sword and slashed at the girl in green.

"Clang"! The circle in Pianpian's hand dripped out, taking away Zihuang's flying sword. The circle returned to her sleeve, and there was no aftermath splashing.

The teenager was shaking and standing in another circle of fame and fortune guarding. Her performance was much better than before, and this time, the face of Subao was not pale and bloodless.

Zhong Dajun slashed at her empty-handedly. His hands turned purple and golden, obviously urging the golden body to bless Hunyuan Qigong. His fist hit the invisible barriers of the circle of fame and fortune like arrows. This set of Emei chasing winds common in secular martial arts halls came from the Daofei gold envoy, and each punch was a fire-fighting general shell that fell to the ground.

Zhong Dajun's face remained unchanged, and he breathed dozens of times and slowly blew nearly a thousand punches into the invisible barrier of the circle of fame and fortune.

The imperial garden was as usual, but there were only a few gusts of breezes.

But I know that no matter how hard Zhong Dajun's fist power is lost, the fists of nearly a thousand as strong as the six-turn magic weapon fall on the invisible barriers of the circle of fame and fortune!

Princess Lin and I stood up without realizing it - I clearly felt that the invisible barriers in the circle of fame and fortune were gradually becoming thinner

Pianpian is safe yet. But it is hard to say when her true energy cannot support the defense of the circle of fame and fortune.

"Pianpian, use that gold brick to fight back!"

The girl in red shouted.

Pianpian frowned, took out the nine-colored deer leather gloves from the ring and put them on, and shouted to everyone at the Lantern Festival banquet:

"Everyone, remember to suppress the inner demons of thoughts! I... I am going to use my father's ill-gotten fortune!"

The ministers changed their colors.

——It turns out that they have all heard of Shangguan Tianquan’s murder weapon.

"Miss Shangguan, don't hurt a good person by mistake!"

The Grand Tutor Xun Si led the civil and military personnel to hide behind our seats. There were three real people on our side, and most of the civil and military personnel came to us to avoid disasters; only half of the military officers, led by the Grand Marshal Yan Luobai, hid behind the Yuwen Badu Town.

The imperial master protects the emperor's family, so they don't have to worry about it.

With a punch from "bo", the invisible barriers of the circle of fame and fortune twisted and dispersed. Zhong Dajun took a big step and stepped into the circle.

The girl in blue took out a bright golden light from her ring!

"Senior Brother Zhong, I may not be able to control myself from taking action - don't force me too much!"

Zhong Dajun walked slowly towards Pianpian, and didn't mind.

"I had to... kill it!"

The face of the young girl in blue twitched. The quiet and elegant girl actually made such a fierce scream. It seemed to be possessed by a monster, and the magic sound inspired by the girl's body!

Liu Ziyue immediately crawled on the ground, snuggled tightly behind Master Yan and buried her head deep.

First!

Zhong Dajun's forehead collided with the gold bricks, and the magic sound and the splashing Mars swept away like ripples—

Some Jin Danqing, who could not avoid it, was contaminated by the demon sound and Mars, and the golden body began to burn itself!

The red brush of Qingwei's real person is rolling around, brushing away those demonic thoughts and bringing these people into our seats.

Blood flowed out from Zhong Dajun's head, and he stood firm, covering his head with a palm-sized palm fan, where he was brain fluid.

Second!

The graceful golden bricks returned to her hand, and the fierce girl sent out the golden bricks and smashed them at Zhong Dajun!

——Her true energy did not decay at all, but showed signs of rising! Did the demonic spirit squeeze her potential?

More Mars and blood stains collapsed from Zhong Dajun's Niwan Palace.

"Dynasty Qingwei, should I stop Pianpian from taking action? I am afraid that the spirit of the weapon will retaliate against Pianpian's wisdom!" Princess Lin and I asked anxiously.

Meiwu City also wanted to speak but stopped. Wenhou did not speak.

The girl Taoist nun used a whisk to stop us who were about to come forward.

"Mr. Tongbao asked me to take care of and guide Pianpian: this is her experience, and no other sects must not interfere. She wants to be promoted to the Taoist fetus, and the inner demons aroused by the spirit of the weapon are controlled by herself - naturally, if other sects really want to hurt Pianpian, I, Longhu Sect, will not let it go!"

Qingwei real person shouted at Pianpian,

"Mr. Shangguan, if you don't take down Zhong Dajun in three rounds, you will be punished to return to Longhu Mountain to face the wall!"

The graceful eyes returned to Qingming Festival, and the golden brick returned to her gloves, and she threw the third shot!

The magic sound is mad!

In addition to the Golden Pills on the Mountain and Rivers, they can watch the battle freely. Most of the disciples of the Sword Sect are cautious and dare not move. Many of the civil and military officials behind their table are dancing wildly, all of whom are tempted by ill-gotten wealth.

Mo Yubing frowned and leaned his fingers down. Several lower-level generals of the Golden Pill were knocked to the ground by her continuous bounce.

Lin Chaoyan sneered.

The emperor sighed,

"These generals are drunk, please help them to the imperial hall to rest."

——Zhong Dajun was covered in blood, his meridians were broken everywhere, as if they were still motionless. There was also a blood-stained eyeball bounced under Pianpian's feet. Zhong Dajun's eyes were empty, and he was knocked out by the golden bricks.

Murmur,

"I... I actually killed a disciple of a sect and a human..."

The golden bricks returned to her hand. The girl in green had her access to the ring. Her true energy was decayed like a tide, and the girl held her forehead and retreated.

The blood man moved.

The girl in green screamed and staggered and fell.

The blood man picked up the eyeballs on the ground and swallowed them alive.

"I dare not abandon my parents' essence and blood!"

Zhong Dajun's one-eye opened, and his divine light was shining! His body was destroyed so much, but the Yin God was not damaged much.
To be continued...