Nalan Ruoyu, who was sitting in the main hall, suddenly let out a long sigh. Even she looked at her proud disciple with helplessness.

In her opinion, as long as the thousands of disciples in Tianyun Mountain have some abilities, she is reluctant to let the guy who has been hiding it appear in front of others.

She naturally understands the principle that a big tree attracts the wind.

In the wind and snow, there was a young man standing alone on the high platform, quietly standing like a snowman.

As for the monks in Tianyun Mountain, as long as they release their protective energy, no matter how strong the wind or snow is, they will not be able to invade them.

The heavy snow fell on the young man without encountering any obstacles.

Ouyang Xuan in the main hall looked at the young man standing on the high platform and felt completely relaxed for some reason. It was only at this moment that he realized that the young man was a mortal after all.

Man cannot defeat God, but for this young man in the snow, he is God.

The square in front of the main hall was completely silent, and the only sounds that could be heard were the whining of the flying snow blown by the cold wind, the rustling of snowflakes falling on the bamboo sheds, and the breathing of thousands of people.

Thousands of people looked up at the young man on the high platform, and some even frowned.

They were very puzzled as to why in this stormy sky, the young man was still wearing a single coat as if it were nighttime, and he even refused to hold an oil-paper umbrella for himself.

The venerables on the high platform also had complicated expressions on their faces, wondering whether the young man was too stupid.

Once your hands and feet are numb from cold, how can you fight with your opponent?

Everyone knows that there is no room for error in the next two competitions. If they lose one, then the entire Tianyun Mountain will lose to the Snowfield Holy Land.

Tianyun Mountain has been peaceful for too long, and just when the headmaster and others thought it would be a quiet time, Ouyang Chongming appeared with his disciples.

There was silence in front of the main hall. Everyone hid their uneasiness and looked up at the young man on the high platform. Yuan Zun showed a worried expression.

Nalan Ruoyu looked at Ouyang Zhong and asked, "How do you want to compete in the next two games?"

Ouyang Chongming looked at her expressionlessly and replied: "We made two gestures in the morning, and naturally the next step is the martial arts test. Otherwise, is it possible to play another game of chess?"

The heavy snow in the sky fell slowly, unaffected by the people in the hall.

Nalan Ruoyu nodded and said to Yuan Zun: "The weather is so cold and the ground is freezing. Let's compete faster. Is it possible to let thousands of disciples accompany us here to endure the cold?"

Yuan Zun looked at Ouyang Chongming on the side and said: "What are the rules? Let's invite the disciples you want to play to play?"

Ouyang Chongming nodded and replied: "The rule is that there are no rules. Whoever lasts until the end wins. Who will go first in this round of Xuan'er?"

Without looking back, Ouyang Chongming spoke quietly to Ouyang Xuan behind him.

Ouyang Xuan, who frowned slightly, was about to speak, but saw a bamboo hat hidden in the wind and snow from a distance, heading towards the high platform, and couldn't help laughing for a moment.

He said calmly: "The person who wants to take action has already arrived. Hasn't this guy already gone to Loulan City?"

Ouyang Chongming was stunned, and as he looked into the wind and clouds, he couldn't help blurting out: "His hands are itchy!"

The elders in front of the main hall followed Ouyang Chongming's gaze and looked over, but Ruoli, dressed in linen monk's robes, appeared again in the square of Tianyun Mountain despite the heavy wind and snow.

While Yuan Zun and others were talking, Ruoli in a coir raincoat and bamboo hat was still hundreds of feet away, and the next moment he was under the high platform.

Looking at the thousands of monks in the square, even Ruoli, who had entered Buddhism, felt a little embarrassed.

Looking at everyone, he smiled and said: "I heard that a master came from Tianyun Mountain. The monk's hands were itchy and he couldn't help but ran over from Loulan City. I hope you will forgive me, haha!"

While laughing, he walked towards the high platform.

After he reached the high platform, he asked Yuan Zun and Ouyang Chongming: "The monk came uninvited. Do you have any objections?"

Yuan Zun didn't expect that the monk who had left would actually come back again. It seemed like this guy was just an idiot and just wanted to find himself an opponent.

Since Ruoli had taken action for the Snowfield Holy Land before, he had no reason to object.

Ouyang Chongming was shocked, thinking that this guy had already made peace with him. He didn't expect that he heard the news from somewhere and ran back again.

It would be best for him and Ouyang Xuan to have another fight with Ruoli.

Even if there is any mistake, you can consume the other party's energy first.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Chongming couldn't help laughing and said: "Well then, I'll treat you to a drink after the second game!"

Yaozun sighed, looked at Nalan Ruoyu and asked in a low voice: "Is your apprentice okay? I wonder if he fell asleep standing there?"

Nalan Ruoyu shook his head and said: "What are you afraid of? His master is not in a hurry..."

Meng Shentong, who was sitting aside, was stunned and said, "We'll find out when the two of them start to make a move, right?"

Ruoli, who was on the high platform, saw that the venerables in front of the hall had no objections. Naturally, he was secretly happy. He turned around and looked at the young man standing on the left side of the high platform who had turned himself into a snowman, but he was stunned.

After a long while, he clasped his hands together and said, "I have met my junior brother from Tianyun Mountain, poor monk Ruoli!"

"Monk, you are not poor, you are greedy!"

Opening his closed eyes, Li Xiuyuan reached out and brushed away the thick snow on his body. There was no trace of the pale look on his face after being hit by the wind and snow.

He said quietly: "Even if you have the courage to compete with the sky, you will not be so stupid that you have already left, but can't help but turn around and step in again... This is a pool of sewage."

"Since you are a disciple of Buddhism, you know the importance of getting rid of samadhi, but you are still deeply rooted in greed, anger and ignorance... If this continues, you might as well take off your monk's robe and return to secular life..."

With just a few words, thunder rang out over the heads of thousands of disciples in the square and the heads of the venerables in the hall.

No one had thought about it before, nor did they care whether Ruoli on the high platform was a monk or a monk, because he came with the Snowfield Holy Land.

Only when the young man on the high platform revealed the monk's Samadhi sharply did everyone suddenly realize that this monk was indeed the greedy monk that Senior Brother Zhufeng said!

Even Ruoli, who was smiling, was also stunned by Li Xiuyuan's questions and couldn't find the words to reply for a long time.

Gently shaking off the wind and snow all over his body, Li Xiuyuan continued: "I heard before that you are compassionate and can't bear to kill the disciples of Tianyun Mountain... But in my eyes, you are fake compassion!"

"Why? Where am I pretending to be compassionate?" Ruoli had an angry look on his face at this time, and he would never allow the young man in front of him to taint his innocence.

"If you were truly merciful, you would not go to the high platform for your own selfish thoughts. If you were merciful, you would not cut off the arms of my Tianyun Mountain disciples. As long as you have a trace of compassion, you will not rush back in the wind and snow.

Go into the sewage!"

"If you're not crazy, you're bad!"

Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "You have violated too many precepts, and even the gods and Buddhas in the sky can't save you. Monk, please turn around!"

With a bang, the monk turned his head and sounded like thunder over everyone's heads, and like the sound of evening drums and morning bells ringing in Ruoli's ears.

"Where did the evildoer come from? Don't mess with my Taoist mind!"

Ruoli shouted loudly, and suddenly had a long sword in his hand. He looked at Li Xiuyuan and shouted: "Today, let me kill you, the evil heretic, to rectify the Buddha's Dharma!"

Li Xiuyuan ignored his anger, but showed compassion on his face.

He said in a condensed voice: "Every thought you have will fall into the ten realms, and no thought will go beyond the ten realms... Every thought you have is murderous. You are a demon wearing a monk's robe!"

Ruoli had already unsheathed his sword at this time, silently pointing at the young man not far from him. He was afraid that he would go crazy the next moment if he couldn't help it.

The young man in front of him was more decisive than his master, and every word he spoke was like a steel sword slashing at him mercilessly!

"What is a Buddha? Listening is a demon? In my eyes, you are a demon. I want a newbie to kill you, the demon!"

Holding back the flames that were about to burst out, Ruoli looked at the young man in front of him and said quietly.

Li Xiuyuan calmly replied: "When you lose your compassion, when you feel resentful, you are already a devil! Monk, I am not your master, and I have no reason to educate you."

Having said this, Li Xiuyuan also quietly took a long sword in his hand, silently unsheathed it, and then pointed at the demon in front of him!

Said: "I said too much, which was not my intention. I hope that after today, you can come back and make peace!"

His voice was not very high-pitched amidst the howling wind and snow, but the content of this sentence clearly passed through the wind and snow and reached everyone's ears.

The sound gradually disappeared in the sky of the square. A long black sword ignored the heavy snow in the sky and slashed slowly and straight towards the monk wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat.

No matter how heavy the snow is, it seems to have no effect on the black sword that was struck.

Ruoli looked silently at the young man in the wind and snow, watching the black sword without any aura slowly piercing the snow and slashing towards him.

With a wave of his hand, he took off his raincoat and placed it on the snow behind him. His shadow-shrouded face showed no emotion at all.

He raised his right hand and cut out the spiritual sword in his hand!

When he draws his sword, he is greedy, angry and foolish. He wants to cut off the young man's head with one sword and cut off the anger in his heart!

...

The expressions of everyone under the high platform changed. They wanted to see if Li Xiuyuan could catch Ruoli's sword.

Ruoli's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, and he drew his sword as fast as lightning. Li Xiuyuan watched the opponent strike with his sword, then turned sideways, the sharp sword passed by him, and a cold wind blew up his night-like gown.

"Not good!" Li Xiuyuan frowned.

There was a cold breath coming from behind, and Ruoli missed the long sword beside him, then went back, killed a carbine, and continued to attack him.

At this moment, another sword flew from the air. This was the second sword that Ruoli had transformed into.

"You can actually transform?" Li Xiuyuan thought to himself, this move is similar to his own using a piano to transform into a sword, but his cultivation was restricted by the old Taoist priest, and he couldn't use it so smoothly.

However, this only happened in a moment. Around Ruoli, there were ten phantoms holding sharp swords, slashing at Li Xiuyuan like lightning.

Dozens of sharp swords surrounded Li Xiuyuan's body, looking for an opening for a sure blow!

Li Xiuyuan raised his head and glanced at the sharp swords flying around his body. He saw him floating forward two feet like a phantom, and dozens of sharp swords slashed through the air in an instant.

The whistling swords around him seemed to have eyes, and they slashed at him like lightning. Li Xiuyuan's body flashed continuously, avoiding every sword attack, and approaching Ruoli.

Ruoli yelled loudly, like thunder exploding in the sky, and saw the long sword in his hand swinging forward, exuding a strong killing intent.

Ruoli, who saw Li Xiuyuan's cultivation clearly again, released his majestic murderous aura.

This is Tianyun Mountain, so what, he just wants to behead the young man in front of him here!

The young man in front of him confused his mood, but it was his opportunity to become famous. Although if he told it, people would laugh at him for bullying the young, but in the eyes of practitioners, how could there be any distinction between big and small?

There have always been only the living and the dead.

However, unexpectedly, the strong killing intent he released had no impact. Li Xiuyuan passed by Li Xiuyuan, holding a long sword and standing quietly in the wind and snow.

The high-spirited Ruoli slightly raised the corner of his mouth, showing a hint of ferocity. He secretly circulated a burst of Qi and slashed forward with the long sword in his hand.

"Crack!" There was a sound, and a sharp sword energy flashed in front of Li Xiuyuan's eyes.

As an explosion sounded, Li Xiuyuan was shocked back several feet by Ruoli's sword, and narrowly escaped his fatal sword.

His eyelids twitched, and Li Xiuyuan thought to himself that he was going to die!
Chapter completed!