//

It turned out that the old man from Changqiao had been with Lu Xiaoxian and the others for a long time. When they were fighting in the valley, they watched from the sidelines and saw everything that happened there clearly.

He also just wanted to see what choice Lu Xiaoxian would make in the face of absolute strength. The final result was: although there was justice, he was not cunning enough.

The old man Changqiao could also see that Monk Suyi had no murderous intention, so he did not take action.

After Monk Suyi left, the old man Changqiao also took a pig leg and waited for him in the canyon that Monk Suyi must pass through.

When the walking monk in plain clothes arrived at the canyon, he saw the old man Changqiao sitting on a stone in front of a stone pool under a rapid waterfall, chewing on a pig's feet.

"Old man from Changqiao."

The plain-clothed monk looked calm,

"Well, here we are. The scenery here is excellent, suitable for your status."

As the old man from Changqiao spoke, he also washed his face by the water.

"Still fighting?"

The monk stopped and worshiped the Buddha with one hand.

"Nonsense, you almost beat that kid to death. It's not too much for this master to fight with you!"

At this time, the old man Changqiao washed his face and wiped it with his sleeve.

"Amitabha, it makes sense."

The monk also calmly placed the cloth bag on his shoulder beside him and folded it neatly.

"Look, the scenery here is so beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. You said that you are also a Buddhist monk after all. You bullied a junior and chose a wasteland on the grassy beach. Can you have some taste?"

The old man from Changqiao disliked the plain-clothed monk for his lack of discernment.

"Amitabha, this is wrong! The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the scenery is beautiful everywhere."

The monk in plain clothes taught him some lessons.

"You fart, even a monk can tell lies. If it looks good, it looks good. If it doesn't look good, it doesn't look good. Good wine is good wine, and bad wine is bad wine. Can it be the same?"

As the old man Changqiao spoke, he arranged his clothes neatly.

It’s not the old man who praises this canyon, but this old man really knows how to choose a place to fight. The scenery of Zhanyun Gorge is really good. A waterfall spreads down. Although it is not three thousand feet high, it still has the aura of water from the Tianhe River. The stone beach is wide and the clear water bottoms out.

.There are also stone bridges and arch holes in the canyon, where tourists can enjoy themselves. The water is beautiful and the sky is far away, and the canyon cascades down. How can it not make people feel comfortable?

There is also a suspension bridge supporting the clouds in the valley, looming like a road to the sky, just like the Cloud Palace. There is also a gentle and flat land, with green mountains on one side and flat green water on the other. Sometimes there are playful fish swimming out of the water and playing.

Circles of water splashes.

Standing on the bluestone pavement, I feel relaxed and happy. It is really a good scene. At the entrance of the canyon, there is the sound of water grinding mill, which is connected with the atmosphere of fireworks in the world. It is really a wonderful place in the world.

"Um, this?!"

The monk in plain clothes was so criticized by the old man from Changqiao that it was difficult to argue. After all, the worlds in their hearts were different, so summer insects could not talk about ice.

"You see, in order to fight with you, I even put on this outfit. I cleaned it up neatly and changed from the slovenliness of the past. It's quite interesting!"

The old man from Changqiao said, waving his hand to invite the monk.

"That can't cover up the hatred in your heart."

As the monk in plain clothes spoke, he also stood on a stone beside the stone pool in front of the waterfall, facing the old man Changqiao.

"You're right. Who asked you to beat him? If I don't deal with you, I can't stand it."

Old man Changqiao has made it clear that he wants to beat you up, monk.

"Then, let's make an agreement first. A fight is a fight. We can't destroy the power of the mountains and rivers. You also know that Lu Xiaoxian's sword cut a hole in the earth. You can't do it again!"

The monk was afraid that the old man from Changqiao would cut off the flow of water with his sword and damage other people's water mills.

"Well, okay. You have just entered the realm of Buddha, so it's not like you're losing face by comparing yourself with me. I think let's get started!"

As the old man Changqiao said, he extended his hand politely and asked the master to invite you first.

"Amitabha, I won't be polite to that monk."

After saying that, the monk began to lift Qi, bring it to Dantian, and run it through his hands.

"Well, good." The old man from Changqiao said, using his true power on his right hand, he hit the water with two fingers, and water suddenly splashed everywhere. He then said, "Monk, be careful."

I saw the old man from Changqiao slashing at the monk in plain clothes with two fingers, and the droplets of water immediately turned into small swords to kill the monk in plain clothes.

The monk in plain clothes waved his left hand, and the rosary beads came out from his hand. Just like the first sword that blocked Lu Xiaoxian before, he also blocked the old man Changqiao's ten thousand small swords in the void.

The old man from Changqiao tilted his head to the right and drew a circle with his two fingers.

"go."

Then he saw that the ten thousand small swords merged into one, gathering into a heavy sword. The cold light of the heavy sword was so sharp that it turned into ice. It broke the ring of rosary beads of the plain-clothed monk in one stroke, and the rosary beads flew away in all directions.

The plain-clothed monk hurriedly opened his arms and clenched his fists. The golden body stood up like a divine bell protecting the body. The old man's long sword struck the golden bell and shattered it bit by bit. Ice shards flew everywhere, and the low figure

The place is three feet cold.

"sky."

It seems that the old man from Changqiao wants to repeat the tricks Lu Xiaoxian used before, in order to prove his power.

"Stop, we promised not to destroy the world."

Monk Su Yi knew that the old man Changqiao was about to come and the earth would collapse, so he immediately shouted to stop.

"Well, good." The old man Changqiao put away his sword moves. He saw him read again: "Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, open."

Black, red, yellow, white, green and purple, six divine lights appeared together.

"As expected, he is the authentic Xuanmen sect. They say that Senior Brother Xuanmen did not like to practice all his life and was paranoid about swordsmanship. But now he has cultivated to the third level of a saint. No one can compare with others!"

Monk Suyi really admired this Xuanmen senior brother from the bottom of his heart.

"The monk invites you."

Old man Changqiao is worthy of being a saint. Even if he wants to hit you, he must prepare you for a beating.

"Okay, Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong, come."

As he listened to the monk's words, countless golden Buddha phantoms gathered towards his body. Behind him, six haloes of white, green, black, red, yellow and orange also lit up.

"go."

The old man from Changqiao struck at Su Yi with a Heaven-fighting Talisman.

I saw the monk reciting Amitabha, a swastika popping out of his chest and heading towards the front of the talisman. The two collided, and there was a roar, like nine thunders shaking the sky. The water in the pond was shaken, and it flew away into the sky. The swastika and the talisman collided.

At this point, the stubborn rock below has been cut in half.

The monk in plain clothes saw the broken stone and couldn't help but said: "This!!!"

The monk waved his hand, and a lotus petal appeared. He stepped on it and walked towards the top of the mountain.

How could the old man from Changqiao fall behind? He jumped up, flicked his sleeves, and stepped on a red magic talisman under his feet, chasing after him towards the top of the mountain.

As soon as they reached the top of the mountain, the plain-clothed monk turned around and gave the old man Changqiao a move called Buddha Light. A white aurora shot out along with the golden body of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The old man Changqiao was even more domineering. He opened the Heavenly Gate with one move and faced Monk Suyi head-on without dodging. He just wanted to let Monk Suyi know that the disciples of Xuanzong of Taoism are not something you can hit just by asking.

The Buddha's light exploded, soaring into the sky and shocking the clouds.

The monk in plain clothes was knocked out by the old man Changqiao, and hit the top of a hill above the valley. The top of the mountain was shaken with smoke and dust.

Fortunately, the plain-clothed monk had a golden body to protect him. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to a pulp by the old man from Changqiao.

Although the old man from Changqiao staggered back a few steps, he remained calm and directed an invisible sword energy toward the plain-clothed monk again.

The monk in Suyi hurriedly moved out of the way to avoid the sword from the old man Changqiao. Fortunately, he dodged, and the speed of the sword was really amazing. As soon as he left, the sword hit the top of the mountain and pierced a hole.

The monk looked down and saw that there was a slit in the monk's robe.

While the monk was still thinking, the old man from Changqiao killed him again with one move. The monk in Suyi quickly used a phantom Buddha palm to block the old man's sword.

The old man Changqiao is in the realm of a saint, and his speed is indeed remarkable. Before he can take a breath, he has already launched multiple attacks. Just as Monk Suyi dodges, the true form of the old man Changqiao has already rushed towards Suyi.

The old monk's face is like a punch. There is no way to retreat, no way to avoid it, you can only take a solid punch.

It is said that you should not slap someone in the face when you hit someone, and you should not expose someone's shortcomings when you scold them. This old man from Changqiao is really hateful.

From the fight between the two, it can be seen that the level of competition among cultivators is indeed obvious. Fortunately, the old man Changqiao did not use a killing move, he just wanted to beat the monk violently, so as to vent his anger on Lu Xiaoxian.

While the plain-clothed monk turned around to dodge, he used another Vajra Fist move towards the old man Changqiao. This move was very similar to the one that knocked Lu Xiaoxian into the ground.

The old man from Changqiao didn't believe in evil, so he fought the monk in plain clothes. He swayed back and said, "This Vajra Fist is nothing more than this! You can take another punch from me."

Then I saw the old man from Changqiao raising his huge fist and hitting the monk in plain clothes.

He wanted to dodge, but the fist was too big and fast, and the monk was pinned to the top of the mountain by another punch.

The entire mountaintop is made of solid stone. The old man also smashed a mark, which was half a foot deep. The plain-clothed monk was a little blinded by the old man's punch. Before he could recover, he fell from the top of the mountain.

.

The old man Changqiao kicked the monk in plain clothes several times in the air, who was unable to fight back. He saw the monk in plain clothes flying up and down, and finally landed in the pool where he started. Water splashed everywhere.
To be continued...