Zhixing, a disciple of the Four Ming Hall of the Fahua Sect, is an alien among the different species. It is said that before he became a monk, he was able to eat, drink, gamble, cheat and cheat. He was proficient in everything. After he joined the Fahua Sect, he still had no old habits, but he still made great progress in his Buddhist practice. He attained a Bodhisattva of Stage several years ago.

When Su Fu made a big fuss about the Lotus Sutra, he was in a state of death and happened to miss the meeting.

He led two young followers, the first group of people following the five spiritual lights, and happily looked at the five people on the ninth floor.

"Senior Brother, do you know all these five people?" The young follower Zhijing was so crazy that he felt that he was not very smart.

"Of course." Zhixing heard this, he was idle and he was very excited. He was ready to start talking nonsense, "I missed the past..."

"I remember when they were famous, my senior brother didn't know what he had committed to, and he was rolling in the sea of ​​suffering." Another young follower Zhiqing looked pretty and smart, and he also loved to break up. He mercilessly exposed his true face.

Of course, it was exchanged for Zhixing's fierce silence: "Don't interrupt me when I speak."

"If you don't interrupt, you will be talking again, your ears will be called up." Zhiqing grinned in pain, but did not show weakness. "But if you can give me a hundred white jade, I will pretend that I didn't hear anything."

"A guy who is greedy for money!" Zhixing was so angry that his eyebrows were raised, his eyes turned, and he laughed again, "Okay, I will take you to the brothel to break the rules to help you find an old and ugly woman as your offering to say goodbye to the boy chicken?"

"When I came, the Lord Yuanhui explained repeatedly, so that we should not break the precepts." Zhiqing said seriously, and then said shyly, "But if you find a beautiful girl for me, you won't be able to give it to me."

"For example, like her?" Zhixing smiled maliciously and pointed at the woman who suddenly appeared not far away.

This woman wore a snow-white palace outfit, with an unparalleled temperament, her face was as flawless as white jade, and she was extremely delicate. But the terrifying aura on her body seemed to be signaling that "Don't enter a stranger, otherwise she will bear the consequences."

Zhiqing looked over and was happy at first, then his face turned pale: "Why is she here? Is it an illusion? Senior brother, pinch me..."

Then a huge momentum hit his face. Not only him, the three of them screamed and retreated to the seventh floor in a mess before getting rid of the terrifying momentum.

"Let you talk nonsense!" Zhixing was shocked again.

"It was obviously your elder brother!" Zhiqing said aggrievedly.

Zhixing looked like a scoundrel with a look of "I'm just beating you on excuses, what can you do to me?": "If it weren't for you, would we lose the throne of the show?"

At this time, most of the monks who followed him stopped on the seventh floor, because the woman in the snow-white palace used her momentum to occupy the eighth floor of 100 feet of space, which was more than 100 feet, and she couldn't see clearly when watching the battle. She was even more unhappy when she was separated by the first floor, and the woman soon became a thorn in everyone's eyes.

"Ye Xuanji is nothing great, he has the ability to go to the ninth level!" A monk shouted, thinking that he would get everyone's approval, but he didn't expect that the people around him would leave him as if they were ghosts.

The monk had a bad premonition. The spiritual energy in his body only opened a layer of shield, and he felt a heat on his body. A huge force came from nowhere. He let out a loud scream and was directly hit by the Tiangang layer.

But the woman in the snow-white house dress was still moving.

Everyone was suddenly silent.

Zhixing whispered: "Damn, this girl is getting more and more powerful, so let's stay away from her."

Zhijing followed him closely and asked hurriedly: "Brother A Dou, who is she? Do you want me to teach her a lesson for you?"

When Zhixing heard this, he almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood and quickly turned around to seal his mouth: "Idiot, do you think we are still gangsters? You always shout and beat and kill? You are not allowed to speak in the future without my permission."

"I see the Palace Master gave you the wrong Dharma name." Zhiqing said gloatingly, "You shouldn't be called Zhijing, you should be called mentally retarded."

"You don't know who she is. I tell you that her name is Ye Xuanji. There are not ten thousand Buddhists and Buddhists who have killed, and there are eight thousand." He grinned.

At this time, someone exclaimed, attracting the three of them. It turned out that someone rushed into the eighth floor and was not repelled.

Zhixing let go of his hand and saw a man in black, with black hair floating unruly, standing ten feet away from Ye Xuanji with his hands behind his back.

"What is this person?" He pondered for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration in his mind, "The Demon Sword Luo Yu, it turned out to be him. He has been silent for decades, and he has come back, and it is indeed extraordinary."

At this time, the situation in the field was clearer. Five people with Xiao Wuji as the core occupied the ninth floor, and two people with Ye Xuanji as the core occupied the eighth floor. As the five people on the ninth floor began to take action, the demon sword Luo Yu on the eighth floor seemed to be eager to try.

At this time, all the monks who can enter the seventh level can be given the word "yingxiu". Everyone is looking at the people around them. They all believe that as long as they rush into the eighth level, they will be famous all over the world.

But this was obviously not easy. Several monks rushed in and were forced to retreat, their expressions were a little depressed. Obviously, this retreat was a proof of their lack of strength.

At this time, another scream came, and the eighth level of Gangliu was messed up by the wild momentum. In the blink of an eye, three people rushed in together.

Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly: "The magic genius Ji Xiuzhu and the young master of Shushan Du Wanqing are really gathering heroes now. Unfortunately, if you offend that woman, you will definitely be targeted, otherwise you really want to meet them."

"Senior brother, you're not sure about it and that's why Ye Xuanji won't pay attention to you." Zhiqing sneered.

"Why didn't the Demon Emperor come?" Zhixing did not hit him. After looking around, he began to ponder rarely.

"Senior Brother, you haven't said who the other one is yet." Zhiqing asked a little surprised.

Zhixing then looked around and saw that the man was wearing a elegant brocade robe and a scarf on his head, with extraordinary demeanor. Although his momentum was at a disadvantage compared to the four, just looking at his face, one could tell that among the five, he had the shortest years of practicing Taoism.

"His name is Kong Wenju, and he is my senior brother." At this time, a man with a black mole under his eyelid leaned over and saluted to the three of them with a smile, "Can he be the master of the Fahua Sect, Liu Neng, a lineage of the Ludong Turin."

"Kong Wenju?" Zhixing's eyes flashed with surprise, "It is said that this person is a genius monk from the Siming Sect. When will he join Dongdu?"

Simingzong is a small sect located along the coast of the north.

"Sixteen years ago, my family master went to Simingzong to accept disciples." The man who claimed to be Liu Neng said with a smile, "Senior Brother Wen Ju broke through the Great Avenue of Eternal Life four years ago."

"So that's the case, the Dongdu's foundation is indeed profound." Zhixing said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Liu obviously recognizes me, can you give me some advice?"

Liu Neng showed an ambiguous smile on his face: "I heard that the master has great experience in women and wants to create the method of joyful Zen. It has been put on hold because of many obstacles from the elders of the masters and sects."

Zhixing's eyes lit up and he hurriedly went up to hold his hand: "Is it a fellow man?"

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Youzhao has also gone up." At this time, Zhiqing glanced at a familiar figure and spoke immediately.

Zhixing looked over and said sourly: "If Fahe hadn't given him a small hospital, how could he have realized the fourth origin!"

On the eighth floor, the young monk is called the Sei Zhao. Although he is wearing a cassock, he cannot hide his charm. His eyes are full of coldness and arrogance swept over, seeing Zhixing, and just skipping like air.

"Master, look, what about that girl?" At this time, Liu Neng suddenly pointed at a girl who had just entered the seventh floor.

The three of them looked in the sound and their eyes were straight: "Wow, who is the girl who is so beautiful in this country."

Zhiqing said excitedly: "Senior Brother, it's worth breaking the precepts for her."

"Get out, you can touch that?" Zhixing pushed away Zhiqing who wanted to rush forward, "Let Brother Wei go and say hello to her first, don't come over."

He rushed over happily: "Girl stay."

The beautiful girl is Su Tong. She didn't expect that she would be so many people just one step late. When she saw Ye Xuanji's figure again, she was happy. She wanted to rush forward, but she didn't want to be stopped by a monk, and she suddenly became angry:

"Why are you, a monk, blocking my way? It's unreasonable."

Zhixing said with a smile: "Little monk Zhixing, seeing the girl alone, I urgently need a competent flower protector. What do you think of the little monk?"

"So it's a flower monk!" Su Tong frowned slightly, "I don't need you to show my diligence here, let's go!"

"Hey, you little girl don't want to beg for mercy. It will be too late to beg for Grandpa Buddha to beg for mercy at that time." Zhixing's face changed and he sneered, "If you know the truth, just laugh at Grandpa Buddha, otherwise..."

"Otherwise!" Su Tong stretched out her hand and stepped on the flow layer with her feet in the air, while the snow jade flying sword fell on the jade hand that was flawless. With her identity, few people dared to be so rude. When she got angry, she had a unique sense of domineering momentum.

But she didn't see Zhixing's hand quietly twisting the magic seal, and the Ice Soul sword intent poured into the flying sword. She just needed to slap him with one sword.

"Otherwise, Grandpa Buddha will give you a smile." Zhixing grinned and seemed to be stunned.

Su Tong was stunned at first, then a phantom flashed in her eyes. The other party's feet seemed to lift, and the Gang flow layer seemed to be broken by a waist, and a powerful energy tear apart the Gang flow and rushed straight to the front.

Without thinking, she raised her hand and made a sword. The Ice Soul sword intent that had been accumulated on the tip of the sword for a long time squirted out like water, turning into ice cones to hit several vital points of the opponent.

The inexplicable energy was torn apart by the ice cone in an instant. Su Tong raised her thin eyebrows and a suspicion appeared, but it disappeared immediately. Several ice cones were like thorns on the phantom, passing through Zhixing's body without any obstacles. Then they exploded dozens of feet behind him, turning into the ice spirit sword energy in the sky, frightening the monks who were watching the battle to the point of being in a hurry. After finally avoiding the sword energy, they all angrily looked at them.

Zhixing innocently dodged aside and waved his hands repeatedly to show that it had nothing to do with him.

More than a dozen or more cultivators of Xuanzhen all came over. This full sense of oppression was extremely unbearable.

Su Tong understood that she had fallen into the trap.

"How about it, do you need a flower protector now?" Zhixing laughed very disgustingly.

"Wait, this is Your Highness Su Tong from the Demon Kingdom, who dares to take action!" At this time, another voice came from below, and the sound went from far to near. Soon, a sword light rushed in through the obstacles of the sixth floor, but it was Li Shiyu who was late.

Su Tong glanced at the person who came and thought to himself, was this person a pig? After saying this, it would be impossible for him to stop.

Sure enough, a monk immediately sneered and said, "Your Highness Su Tong is amazing? Zhao Youyan, Lingxu Sect, ask for your highness's tricks!"

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