Zhan Zhao was not afraid of tigers when he was born. Even though he saw Song Mingjing's amazing skills, he was not afraid. At this time, he stared at Song Mingjing with an "evil behavior" and showed a bit of a twitching claws.

"Zhan Zhao!" Jie Xian pressed Zhan Zhao's shoulder, looked at Song Mingjing deeply, and whispered: "He is already showing mercy."

Jiexian couldn't figure out the depth of the opponent's martial arts, but he could still feel that there was no murderous aura in the previous sword, otherwise he wouldn't have escaped so easily.

Then Jiexian spoke in a deep voice: "Are you also coming to the Great Sun Tathagata mantra? With your martial arts, why should you stare at those common things?"

Song Mingjing splashed the long sword in his palm, and the sword body suddenly became clearer and louder, just like a dragon roar and a phoenix. He smiled and said, "I don't take the mantra from the Great Sun Tathagata seriously yet. I'm just going to make this trip just for Master Yanhui's Kongming Palm."

Jiexian was silent for a moment, then folded his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Master is old and has devoted himself to Buddhism over the years and has long let go of his fighting spirit. If you want to see the martial arts of Xiangguo Temple, the young monk is willing to do it for you."

Song Mingjing laughed in silence, then shook his head and said, "You are thinking too much. I came to discuss martial arts, not to kill and hurt, why should you worry about it?"

He glanced at Jiexian meaningfully and said lightly: "Although you are a monk with high talent, your mind is too heavy and too complicated. Even if you are a piece of jade and mixed with too many impurities, it is just a piece of waste! If you don't wake up early, martial arts and Buddhism will be nothing but empty."

Jie Xian was shocked all over, and in front of the other party's quiet eyes, he felt a terrifying feeling of being seen through everything.

"Get out!"

Song Mingjing waved his robe sleeves and looked behind Jiexian. Suddenly, a slightly old voice came from that direction: "Jiexian, don't thank the layman for his teachings."

Then he saw a yellow-robed old monk, who was about 70 years old, put his palms together and walked out from the crowd slowly and slowly walked out from outside the field.

"Abbot!"

"Master!"

The monks saluted respectfully and made way for a passage.

This old monk was Yan Hui, the head of Xiangguo Temple. He slowly walked to the front and bowed to Song Mingjing and said, "Amitabha, Yan Hui is polite."

"You big monk, don't be polite. You have so much politeness, I'm embarrassed to take action." Song Mingjing smiled.

Yan Hui's eyes flew past the sword in Song Ming's mirror, and naturally recognized that it was the sword of his former opponent Long Qianshan. Unconsciously, he recalled the thrilling showdown nine years ago.

Long Qianshan failed to find the mantra of Dari Tathagata, and he took a rude move. Yan Hui had no choice but to respond. The battle between the two sides fought for a day and night before he grabbed the flaw between Long Qianshan and succeeded in one blow, laying the victory.

Although it won, it is not easy.

Thinking of this, Yan Hui sighed: "If a layman can think like this, it would be great. The Buddhist good place, fighting and killing will ultimately damage his practice."

Song Mingjing said calmly: "The master is practicing Buddhism, I am practicing martial arts. Buddhism is the Tao, and martial arts is also the Tao. I came from thousands of miles to see the Pure Ming Palm. The master will not let me go back empty-handed."

Yan Hui looked at Song Mingjing and shook his head and said, "The layman has achieved the unique skill of 'sword energy'. His martial arts are so wise that the old monk only saw in his life. How dare the old monk compete with 'sword energy'? If the layman wants to benefit from it, it will be futile."

Zhan Zhao, who was standing aside, heard Yan Hui's words worse than others, and his face felt a little frustrated. However, when he thought of Song Mingjing's shocking sword energy, he was defeated by the six masters including Jiexian and the Five Monks of Xixia, and began to worry about his master again.

"I don't think I can learn from the strengths of many families and gain a little bit."

Song Mingjing was unmoved.

He has a clear positioning of himself. From the initial ability to add points, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, to the acquisition of the Seven Killings True Sutra and the Chitian Jue Hand, although his ability has experienced some twists and turns, it is still too easy for ordinary warriors.

Just as a bankrupt house suddenly becomes rich, there is a lack of a process of smelting, even if you have a "money fortune", you don't know how to make the right use.

There are two ways to get rid of this "nova" identity. You either use time to grind, slowly digest, and finally integrate it and completely control your cultivation.

But Song Mingjing doesn't want to use this method, it will consume a lot of time.

The second type is to use war to support war, constantly seeking to confront experts, polish one's own impurities in the fight and fight, and remove the drought and retain the essence.

Song Mingjing chose the latter.

Seeing that he could not change the other party's attitude, Yan Hui sighed: "Well, let's ask the lay Buddhist to give me some advice!"

"Please!" Song Mingjing stood with his sword.

Yan Hui put his palms together, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his turbid eyes. His robe sleeves were automatically swollen like an inflatable balloon.

Seeing a showdown between top masters about to begin, everyone in the martial arts are holding their breath and silently.

Fantasy Sea, Yin Guang and other Western Xia monks were defeated by Song Mingjing's sword, and their faces were gone. They had the idea of ​​getting away from the crowd. Now seeing this scene, the few people exchanged glances and retreated silently to the side to watch the battle.

Except for Yin Song who was unconscious, the four monks all had their eyes flashing, hoping that Song Mingjing and Yan Hui would both suffer losses. Not only would they have the chance to avenge a sword, but the Great Sun Tathagata mantra were also a chance to succeed!

"Let's wait!"

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a loud scream came out.

Everyone turned their attention to Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao blushed, looked at Song Mingjing, and said, "You are fighting with my master with bare hands and empty hands. This... this is unfair!"

Song Mingjing smiled and said, "What do you think is fair to that little cat? Why don't you get a weapon for your master now?!"

"My master is good at palm techniques. Even if you win by chance, you won by chance, then you will not be proud unless... unless you abandon weapons and only compete with your skills to make people convinced." Zhan Zhao argued, but his voice was filled with lack of confidence.

Song Mingjing smiled and said, "Master, your little apprentice is sincere to you and is very concerned about you."

Regarding Zhan Zhao's idea, Song Mingjing was as insightful as seeing the fire. He felt that he could not use the "sword energy" without his long sword in his hand, and thus he would not have the greatest threat to Yan Hui.

But Zhan Zhao was a straightforward boy after all, with a thin face. If he wasn't really worried about his master, he wouldn't be able to say anything he could not give up his sword.

What's more, although Yan Hui was famous for his Kongming Palm, he was also proficient in various skills in Xiangguo Temple, and he could use swords, spears, swords and halberds. His sword skills were not necessarily weaker than palm techniques.

Yan Hui looked at Zhan Zhao lovingly, waved his hand and smiled, "Zhan Zhao, don't say much!"

He also said to Song Mingjing: "So what if a monk loses and wins? My disciple is too determined to win and lose, which makes the lay Buddhist laugh."

"If a young man is not excited and wins with strength, then what kind of boy is he?"

Song Mingjing waved his backhand, and the long sword in his hand rushed down like a sharp arrow. With a "puff" sound, it penetrated into the stone slab under his feet, without the hilt of the sword.

"But because of his sympathy of respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao, I will fulfill him! Master, take the punch!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Mingjing's five fingers with his right hand suddenly tightened, as if he had wrapped the airflow within several feet of the surrounding area, making a "hissing" sound, and suddenly hit him out.
Chapter completed!