Jiang Shuihan pondered for a moment and continued: "Although the notary invited by both parties failed to sentence Motianling and withdrew from Yangzhou according to the rules, Xing Aotian was an extremely short-lived person. Now he actually had someone plotting against his disciples under his nose, so he was naturally extremely furious. Therefore, in recent years, people have been sent to chase Huo Tingzun. Huo Tingzun came here to participate in the "Qilin Club". There is probably a certain reason to avoid the endless pursuit of the "Salvation Monster".

Oh, so that's it.

After hearing Jiang Shuihan's explanation, everyone immediately realized it.

The ring competition sounds old and rustic, but this project is the most basic and commonly used way to solve problems between the underworld, or even between the White Dao Sect and the underworld. Especially when the conflict between the two sides reaches an irreconcilable stage.

When two sects with close strength encounter unsolvable problems in the world, the competition between the arena is the most cost-effective solution, because once the two sides start a full war, kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred themselves. In the end, both sides may become losers.

Ye Qingxuan said slowly: "Since Cen Peng is the enemy of Motianling, the enemy of the enemy is our friend. Since I have encountered this time, I cannot miss it. See how this person is. If the person is good, you might as well make friends, and maybe you can use it in the future."

Everyone nodded and praised him when they heard this. Young people just wanted to make friends from all over the world, so that the future path would be easier.

In the afternoon when the third game was scheduled, everyone simply ate some food and waited in the tent early for the afternoon game to come.

Ye Qingxuan took advantage of his spare time and kept fiddling with the whisk in his hand to "swallow the demon". The cloud whisk, which was originally more than two feet long, suddenly became longer and shorter with Ye Qingxuan's true energy, and then divided into several strands and suddenly formed a bunch. It was very magical.

Ye Qingxuan unscrewed the end of the whisk handle again, revealing a small hole. He reached out and pulled out two pages of yellowed paper rolls from it, and expanded to view it. One of them was a map and the other was a martial arts secret.

Ye Qingxuan did not look at the map in detail, but just focused on the brushing method called [Purifying the Eight Directions].

This is the secret that Ye Qingxuan discovered when he took it out to play after taking it out. At the back end of the whisk handle, there is a decor that can be unwritten. The two pages of paper are hidden inside. It should be quite old. The map describes a secret place of Biluo Temple, but it says that there are many mechanisms and is extremely dangerous. The successor must be the owner of Biluo Temple. At the same time, you must have this "demon-sweeping" whisk in your hand, and you must also learn this trick of [cleaning all directions]. With these two things, it is like getting a key and you can freely enter and exit the forbidden area of ​​Biluo Temple.

According to the map, this forbidden area hides the great secret of Biluo Temple, which is the foundation of the view that should be viewed and stand. It contains the foundation of all the martial arts of Biluo Temple. Only the master of Biluo Temple is qualified to know this secret and enter it to comprehend martial arts.

Ye Qingxuan was very interested in this Biluo Temple, but the main reason was not because of Wu Qihun's martial arts power, but the "demon swing" in his hand and the "Biluo" of this sword.

At a simple look at these two treasures, they are both ancient objects that have been passed down for more than hundreds of years, and are extremely precious and powerful. Looking at the "Three Absolute Taoist" Wu Qihun, the martial arts he showed were extremely clever, but he became a monk halfway through and his skills were not deep, so he did not show his due level. Such a powerful Biluo Temple is actually unknown in the world, which really makes people wonder and curious.

This map is just a topographic map that indicates the location of the Biluoguan forbidden area, but there is no map inside the forbidden area. I don’t know whether the forbidden area has been swept away by Wu Qihun, so Ye Qingxuan was not curious about this place, but only showed full interest in the move [Purification of Eight Directions].

Within a few days, Ye Qingxuan had already mastered this martial arts technique, but he had never tried any usefulness when facing the enemy, so he chose to try it in this competition to see how powerful it is.

After meticulously practicing the martial arts formula again, checking carefully, seeing if there were any things I had not noticed or had made mistakes. After finally confirming that I had fully mastered this move, Ye Qingxuan had confidence to roll up the two pages of paper and stuffed them back into the handle.

I don’t know when I can travel around freely and freely. At that time, I must explore these hidden places to satisfy my curiosity of seeking the secluded and exploring.

After lunch, everyone closed their eyes and rested, and the tent became extremely quiet for a moment. At this moment, a snoring sound that seemed like thunder suddenly sounded, causing everyone to frown at the same time.

Especially Ye Qingxuan, who was thinking about how to combine sword techniques and brushing techniques during martial arts competitions, was immediately annoyed by the snoring sound. When he looked up, he saw that Gui Tui was eating and drinking and sleeping heavily. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but angrily pushed up and thought to himself: OK, I'm going to compete with others about winning or losing. You turtle son is still sleeping heavily here? How leisurely.

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and thoughts. This boy had been a son for a lot of days. He looked quite excited and had also squandered a lot of effort for everyone. He made some contributions. He was about to take this opportunity to check his physical fitness and see if this old boy had anything worth cultivating.

When Ye Qingxuan thought of this, he attracted the true energy and suddenly rushed over with the whisk in his hand, and suddenly divided it into eight-legged essays, like an octopus, wrapping the snoring turtle that was strong.

Gui Bisheng woke up immediately, and his exclamation just came out, and he had been swept into the air by the "demon" and was wrapped in the air. It was as if he was entangled by a giant monster in the North Sea. Ye Qingxuan was thrown around casually, and suddenly threw it up. Then he curled his legs and feet, whirling in the air, making a whirring sound of wind...

"Godfather, spare me..."

Gui Bisheng's screaming sound came from the air in a shrill manner.

Everyone heard the sound and looked over. While laughing softly, some people couldn't see it.

Wan Guotai frowned and said, "Seventh brother, why are you bullying Bisheng's eldest nephew? Let him down quickly..."

Ye Qingxuan smiled and said, "It's raining to beat the child, and it's idle too..."

Wan Guotai became even more angry and scolded: "I think you are really idle, so let it go!"

Ye Qingxuan stuck out his tongue and gently put down the miserable Guibisheng. Looking at this guy, his braids were dispersed, the flowers on his head were gone, his clothes were messy, his mouth and eyes were crooked, his saliva, and his nose was running all over his face.

Gui Bisheng walked over staggeringly and said pitifully: "Godfather, if the child does something wrong, just explain the punishment clearly. Can you stop messing with me like this?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed and said, "Don't complain to me here, you kid, just wake you up while there is nothing to do and test how hard you have reached..."

When Gui Bisheng heard this, his eyes immediately shone. He quickly poured a bowl of tea from the side and brought it over, saying with a flattering look: "Oh godfather, are you going to pass on my kung fu? Don't worry, I will not embarrass you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, listen to me..." Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and said slowly: "You guy has a good bones and is born with a bronze and iron-bone body. Unfortunately, I haven't met a famous teacher..."

"That's right, godfather, I'm delaying this group of mediocre people who don't know gold and jade!"

"Stop talking nonsense. When I speak, you will be able to listen..."

"Oh, okay..."

Ye Qingxuan glanced at Gui Bisheng and continued, "Not only the famous teacher, you kid have also practiced himself! You have no internal skills to help, and you have practiced some external skills, especially the skills in your hands. What can you do with your hands? [Iron Sand Palm] and [Copper Hammer Hand]. Without real energy maintenance, the result of your forced practice is that you have practiced all the tendons and meridians on your hands, and the injuries have been hurt for many years. Now your hands look strong and powerful, but in fact, the nerve fibers and tendons and meridians have been completely adhered to each other. The bones inside have grown, muscle hardening, blood vessels are difficult to open, the tendons and cords are twisted, and the meridians are blocked. Now it is good to have a little sense of perception. If you let you practice like this, for more than one year or less, your hands are ruined, and you have to cut them down directly..."

"Ah?" Gui Bisheng was shocked, "Oh, Dad, you have to save me. I don't understand. I practiced blindly with others and worked hard. But I didn't expect that it would hurt myself... Goddfather, think of a way to save me..."

Ye Qingxuan sighed and said, "You, you are too old, now you are thirty-one now, aren't you? You are in your thirties and have not even practiced to the peak of your body tempering realm. In this life, even if you give you peerless martial arts, your achievements are limited. It is extremely difficult to accumulate internal strength by yourself. Fortunately, in addition to my godfather, you also have a few old men who feel sorry for you..."

"Ah? What does it mean?" Gui Bisheng suddenly became confused.

Ye Qingxuan pointed at Wan Guotai and said, "Your uncle practiced qigong almost as late as you, but because of a martial art, it only took decades for others to spend within a few years..."

"And this magical technique?"

"You are happy. I have this technique, but I need a painting to practice this technique, otherwise I will enter too quickly and easily get into a demon. Moreover, if you have the evil nature of this technique, I will tell you one by one if you have the chance... But even if you have this technique, if you want to achieve something, your hands must be treated first... Let's look for your third uncle to see your hands and ask if there is any treatment method. When your hands are cured, I will pass on your martial arts... Do you understand? Go quickly..."
Chapter completed!