"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I am willing to relieve the worries of my fellow members!"
"Damn Niubi, you dare to fight with me, watch the knife!"
"Look at my Tang Sect Butterfly Dart!!"
Ten thousand taels of silver cannot even buy a ninth-grade magic weapon, and high-level monks would simply dismiss it. But for these people who are struggling at the bottom of the world of cultivation, or in the secular world, it is a huge sum of money.
The number, and, in their opinion, it is much easier to exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases than to risk their lives to hunt monsters.
People in the world have always drawn swords against each other when they disagreed. Therefore, as soon as Mr. Qian finished speaking, there was a fight in front of the door, and it was very lively.
"Powerful Vajra Fist!!"
At this moment, the disciple of the Vajra Sect roared suddenly, raised his fist like a mad cow, and fired hundreds of golden punches at the surrounding crowd in an instant. The overwhelming punches swept the entire place. After the punches, Jianghu
The guests fell to the ground in pieces, and except for Fa Hai and the blade boy, no one was left standing.
"I told you already. Shut up, Buddha! Bah!"
The Vajra Sect disciple gasped for breath and spat proudly at the charlatans with broken bones and tendons on the ground. When he turned around, he suddenly discovered that there were still two people who were motionless. He was suddenly stunned and murmured, "The evil sect is here."
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But before he could go to trouble Fa Hai and the other two, Qian had already stepped in front of him, with a look of excitement and eagerness on his face, "Master is indeed unparalleled in his magic power! Please use your magical power to exorcise evil spirits and cure illnesses for your little girl!"
"etc!"
At this moment, the blade boy who had been watching coldly moved and stopped Mr. Qian. Then he turned around gracefully, raised his sword eyebrows, looked directly at the disciples of the Vajra Sect, and slowly uttered three words, "You can't!"
"What are you talking about, you wild boy? If I can't do it, Lord Buddha? How can you do it?"
Although the disciples of the Vajra Sect were secretly impressed by the young man's exquisite body skills, they were extremely disgusted with the other party's arrogant attitude. They directly ignored the money man and walked towards the blade young man step by step. Every step he took left three traces on the hard bricks.
Feet deep footprints.
"I can do it." The blade boy turned a blind eye to the power of the Vajra Sect disciples, and still stood there, calmly replying.
"A person with a ninth-grade cultivation base, thirty years of mana, and at least one tenth-grade magical power. An unknown grade, unknown mana, and unknown magical power. Is he NB~ or 2B~?"
Fa Hai, who was watching with cold eyes, was like a soy sauce man. He finally found a lying Jianghu guest and sat on his head, biting the candied haws with relish while watching what happened.
"Little Master, can you move your butt...!"
"Sorry, I sat on your mouth..."
Just as he was speaking, the Vajra Sect disciple roared angrily and once again used the powerful Vajra Fist. The shadow of the fist filled the sky like water in a big river, roaring towards the cool blade boy.
The boy with the blade finally moved. A stepping figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already standing behind the disciples of the Vajra Sect. He only slashed with one sword. To be precise, it was a hand knife. With a slight swing, the disciples of the Vajra Sect who could not catch the attack were knocked down.
He flew out, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled into a ball with the Ikkyu priest he had knocked down.
"Master!!"
The joke in Fahai's eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a hazy rainbow light.
It is not difficult to defeat the disciples of the Vajra Sect with one move. Fahai can do it easily, but it is not as clean and neat as this young man with a blade. He is as invisible as an antelope hanging its horns.
"I'll spare your life today. Remember, my name is Sha Qian Dao!"
There was no trace of pride on the blade boy's face. As if it was a matter of course, he walked up to the Vajra disciple, condescendingly stepped on his huge head.
"Dao Lang?!" The struggling and angry Vajra Sect disciples suddenly fainted when they heard this name.
Fa Hai was also shocked. He had heard the name Dao Lang Sha Qian Dao mentioned by Fa Ke who had returned from Honghua when he was in Dalin. He had also laughed at it and thought the name was very funny. But at this time, he felt that Fa Ke was not right.
Wrong, this swordsman who can kill a thousand swords can definitely be regarded as one of the young masters who have emerged in the world of cultivation in recent years. It is said that he had an adventure when he was young. He has been practicing for more than a hundred years at a young age, and he has the realm of golden elixir and sword skills.
It was even more bizarre, and he even defeated a Taoist master who was in the early stage of the eighth-grade Golden Core Realm.
"Little monk, what are you looking at?"
Sha Qian Dao felt Fa Hai's gaze, and suddenly turned his head to look at Fa Hai. There was a murderous aura in his eyes, as if it were real, blocking Fa Hai's prying eyes.
"It depends on your cultivation level?"
Fahai casually inserted the candied haws in the mouth of the double-sword hero beneath him, stood up slowly, and smiled harmlessly. However, his words were very weak.
Sha Qian Dao's momentum suddenly stagnated. He was good at killing, but not good at talking.
Usually when he encounters someone who is smooth-talking, he will just kill him with a knife, but now it doesn't work, because he can't see through the other person at all. It seems that he is the winner in the eye contact, but in fact, he has the advantage of the technique, and
, he could feel that Fahai still had some remaining strength.
"Are you the Dao Lang who kills a thousand swords?" Fahai laughed and asked again as if to confirm.
"Yes, killing means killing one person in ten steps, killing thousands means leaving no trace in thousands of miles..." Killing Thousand Swordsman nodded.
"Your name is interesting, what kind of knife is that?" Fahai said with a smile.
"A sword is a sword! From the day I started practicing swordsmanship, my master told me that all weapons in the world are indestructible except for speed. A top swordsman must combine his sword with his sword, and defeat the enemy in the blink of an eye with one move.
"Sha Qian Dao explained seriously, with an indescribable piety in his tone.
"I heard that you defeated an eighth-level master who had cultivated the Taoist Golden Core Realm?" Fahai nodded and asked curiously.
"Although he has cultivated to the eighth level of immortality, he only has more than a hundred years of cultivation and has not developed the eighth level magical power." Sha Qiandao nodded and said very honestly.
"That's it." Fahai was stunned after hearing this, nodded, and suddenly said, "You are no match for me, you can go."
"Your magic power is indeed very strong, but the outcome can only be known after fighting."
Sha Qian Dao was not angry when he heard this, but was filled with endless fighting spirit. For a master of his level, he would be too strong to defeat, and too weak to be bullied. He could find someone with similar strength to him.
Fighting with all your strength and breaking through yourself in a heart-warming battle is something that can only be achieved.
Therefore, Shaqiandao was extremely excited at this time and had already forgotten the purpose of coming here. However, Qian Yuanwai did not forget that, seeing how the two people's words were not congenial, he completely regarded him as the host.
Passerby A suddenly felt depressed.
However, the cultivation of these two young men was unfathomable. Killing him was like squeezing an ant to death. He did not dare to intervene easily.
Seeing that they were about to compete at this time, thinking of my beloved daughter on the hospital bed, my blood suddenly surged, and I stammered, "Two masters, how about you please save my poor daughter first and then we can compete?"
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"It's important to save people, that's what it should be." Fa Hai felt relieved after hearing this, and responded before he could kill Qian Dao.
Seeing that Fahai had no intention of taking action, Shaqiandao couldn't help but feel disappointed, but he felt that Fahai was right. It wouldn't be too late to challenge him for a duel after rescuing people and getting money.
When he thought of this, Sha Qian Dao also said, "Exceptor Qian, a little demon has entered his body. I will kill it with one strike and it will be wiped out. Leave your daughter to me."
"Amitabha, I'm afraid if you strike with your sword, Qian's daughter will also be split in half. Do you know what exorcism is?" Fahai interjected coldly, "Qian's uncle, the poor monk Cang Jingkong, is Dalin Zhengzong.
Three generations of disciples.”
After saying that, Fa Hai put his hands together and raised his mind, and his whole body suddenly shone brightly, showing the solemn appearance of the Dharma that he had practiced in front of the mirror for a long time.
"The body is shining with light?! It is indeed Dalin Zhengzong!"