As soon as Fang Ping finished thanking him, the old man who had been kind-hearted just now suddenly said: "My little friend, you can leave now!"

Fang Ping's face froze, he was chasing people away too quickly!

But I hit someone's baby bump and they didn't get angry, which is pretty good.

Fang Ping didn't dare to stay for long, so he pulled out the long knife on the side and left quickly.

…

Fang Ping walked for a while, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the white-haired old man, and he hummed: "Get out, come to my Changyang Village again, and I will kill you!"

"Tch, are you afraid?"

In mid-air, a figure disappeared and appeared, and someone vaguely heard someone sneering: "Don't die so quickly, sooner or later I will compete with you!"

"roll!"

The white-haired old man was so furious that some nearby warriors stepped back with fear in their eyes.

"Boring and stingy, I'm not beating you when I hit your grandson..."

"Go away or not!"

The white-haired old man was very angry, and suddenly it shot straight into the sky. Then everyone heard a burst of thunder. After a while, the white-haired old man landed on the ground, and the ground was broken into pieces with one foot. Cracks spread all over the square.

The skinny old man next to him said attentively: "Who?"

"Mowu's Sword of Eternal Life!"

The white-haired old man snorted softly and said in a low voice: "The arrogant bastard peeks from the air without permission. If you don't want to go to war, let him look good!"

"The Immortal Swordsman Li Changsheng!"

The skinny old man took a slight breath and said, "Why did this old guy get out of the magic weapon?"

"Principal Zhang of Mowu died in the battle, the three great masters are not here, and everyone else is guarding the cave. The genius of Mowu is sharpening, and except for him, no one else can hold up the position."

"The Sword of Eternal Life...what a pity."

The skinny old man suddenly shook his head and sighed softly.

Now, among the experts at the peak of the sixth level of Mowu, Lu Fengrou calls herself "Wudi" and claims to be invincible in defeating all the masters.

"Crazy Lion" Tang Feng also has a great reputation and is known as one of the top three masters.

Of course, these have ingredients to boast about.

But before these two people rose up, Mowu's "Eternal Life Swordsman" was the top powerhouse who was most likely to become a master. With an immortal sword, the fifth level defeated the sixth level, and when he stepped into the sixth level, everyone felt that he was about to become a master.

However, after the group in the underground cave, the name Eternal Life Sword completely disappeared from the martial arts world.

The white-haired old man hummed softly: "What's such a pity? In these years, no one in our family has died in battle! More than one person, the Grandmaster, has died in battle!"

"Li Changsheng's mental strength was severely damaged. It's just luck that he didn't die!"

The skinny old man still regretted: "One less master... no, maybe two.

After that battle, Mowu Lu Fengrou almost went crazy, and the Sword of Eternal Life collapsed. Otherwise, Mowu might be one of the six great masters now, and secure his position as the number one school. But for this, Grandmaster Zhang had to fight many times, and was seriously injured.

body, and finally the golden body was destroyed."

The white-haired old man said no more, no matter how strong the Immortal Swordsman is, he is still the same as before.

Today's Li Changsheng is just an ordinary sixth-grade peak person. His mental power is severely damaged and cannot be healed. There is no hope of becoming a master. Sooner or later, he will go to the underground cave and there will be no immortal sword in the world.

…

Fang Ping, who had already left in a hurry, naturally didn't know about this scene.

After defeating Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping was in a very good mood.

Without staying in Changyang Village for long, Fang Ping drove overnight to Wanshan Temple. This was also his strongest opponent since this trip.

Seventh on the third-grade list!

There is a rumor in Wanshan Temple that a master is in charge, but Fang Ping doesn’t know whether it is true or not.

Because the grandmaster of Wanshan Temple has not entered the grandmaster list.

Fang Ping had inquired with Old Man Li before, and Old Man Li explained to him that the old monk from Wanshan Temple had been in the Zhongzhou Caves for 6 years and had not returned for 6 years. The probability of death was extremely high!

However, in the Zhongzhou crypt, once a war breaks out or the grandmaster dies, Grandmaster Zhao Xingwu who is in charge of Zhongzhou should be able to notice it.

Since the death of the master has not been discovered, the old monk from Wanshan Temple may not have died and went deep into the cave.

However, since he has not been released for 6 years, there is really little hope of survival, and the name of this old monk has not been included in the grandmaster list.

Whether he survives or not can only be seen later.

…

On the evening of the 13th, Fang Ping arrived at Yuntai Mountain where Wanshan Temple is located.

On the 14th, as soon as Fang Ping entered the mountain, at the entrance, a young monk with a shaved head and a monk's robe put his hands together and bowed, smiling like Maitreya.

"Donor Fang, the young monk has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Flower Monk?"

The young monk's face froze, and he smiled lightly and said, "The donor seems to have misunderstood the young monk?"

Fang Ping held the long sword and joked: "It's not what I said. When the third-grade list came out, no one else had a nickname. You were the only one who had a nickname. Hua Monk Jingse, you were the first warrior on the list to be exposed by gossip.

I heard that you often go down the mountain to look for flowers and willows..."

The white and tender cheeks of the monk were slightly red, and he chuckled: "The donor has misunderstood, and the rumors cannot be taken seriously. For example, donor Fang rumored that he specializes in hitting women's breasts. Can this be taken seriously?"

Fang Ping smiled and said: "I have fought, so the rumors are true."

The Jingse monk's face became stiff, and he said after a long while: "If I don't agree, if you don't come, I'm going to challenge you. Now that you're here, let's do it!"

"this?"

Fang Ping took a look around and saw that there were many tourists around.

"That's it, the national crisis is at the forefront, everyone is responsible, and everyone should respect martial arts!"

"You shouldn't be a monk!"

"You should be a monk!"

After the monk Jie Se finished speaking, his robe instantly fell apart and fell apart, revealing his strong upper body. He laughed and said, "In the way, Zhang Zhenhua was defeated by you. No one in the third level of Zhongzhou can defeat me. You are here just in time!"

"Monk Hua has a pretty good figure!"

This time, Fang Ping did not abandon his sword again. There were many tourists around, so he had to fight smart and win decisively!

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them jumped into the air. The Zen staff and the long sword collided instantly, and the roar echoed in the mountains.

…

Halfway up the mountain.

Old Man Li curled his lips, and an old monk wearing cassocks beside him also showed a smile and said with a slight smile: "It's good to be young..."

"You two little brats, how about playing an exhibition match?"

Old Man Li cursed, "If two third-level warriors don't fight on the ground but fight in the air, their heads will get wet!"

But fighting in the air...it does look much more handsome.

"Young man..."

The old monk's face was full of smiles, and he was happy for no reason.

…

foot of mountain.

Mid-air.

Fang Ping's long sword swing was airtight, and sometimes the air exploded when he slashed.

Monk Jingse looked solemn, but he was ranked seventh in the third rank. How could he have earned his reputation in vain?

The Zen staff is for facade.

The Buddhist monk threw it casually, and the Zen staff was inserted straight into a stone wall. The next moment, the muscles all over the monk's body bulged, and his fair skin instantly turned golden!

Amidst the exclamations of outsiders in the distance, the monk Jingse turned his hands into palms and staged a drama of grabbing a white blade with his bare hands.

Fang Ping's B-level long sword exploded into five consecutive slashes with astonishing momentum, but the monk Jiese put his hands together and clamped the blade directly.

In mid-air, Fang Ping was furious, his arms bulged, and he exploded his coat. Holding a long knife, he pushed the young monk against the stone wall not far away. "I won't play with you anymore!"

The monk Jingse suddenly laughed, let go of the long knife, and instantly fell straight down.

Fang Ping was not surprised. Fighting in the air was cool, but it was difficult to exert force. It consumed a lot of energy and blood. If the monk couldn't go down, he would have to go down.

Standing down from a high position, Fang Ping held a knife in both hands. The blood on the blade flashed away, and he chopped it down instantly!

The monk Jiese stepped on the ground with his toes, and disappeared in front of the stone wall in a flash.

However, Fang Ping's sword power did not decrease and he still slashed towards the stone wall.
To be continued...