The monk sweeping the floor said as he walked, "Mencius must be pure in six senses and not ask about the affairs of the world."

Changle ignored it and didn't say anything anymore. He just followed the sweeping monk. Now Tong Lao and Jiumozhi are both behind, and they still haven't kept up in the end.

The two of them had just stood still when they arrived at the back mountain. The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said, "Please take action by donor."

After he finished speaking, the three-foot air wall appeared in front of him, and the other person's meaning was very clear. If you can't break my air wall, don't hit me and go back directly.

"That's offending!" Changle said with his fingers, and his sword energy suddenly became excited.

"Sword 1·Xiyue!"

The towering and steep Huashan appeared, and the sword energy was like a mountain and chopped hard on the three-foot air wall.

"Amitabha!"

After a sword, the wall of air was originally shaking, but the wall of air appeared again with the Buddhist name of the Sweeping Monk.

"It's interesting." Changle's sword just now was a test, but the monk did not disappoint himself.

"Then the master is careful next." Changle said that, the second sword came out directly.

"Jianjiu Feng Qingyang!"

The sword just pushed forward slightly and the wind blew.

The sweeping monk's eyelids moved slightly, and the air wall in front of him suddenly shone with a faint golden light.

But after the wind blew away the wall.

"The donor has a good sword technique!" The monk sweeping the floor sincerely exclaimed.

"Then let's try the boxing technique first." After Changle said that, he stepped on the ground with his toes and then went directly to the monk who swept the floor.

There were cracks on the ground he had stepped on.

After breaking the air wall, the sweeping monk dared not drag it out any more.

Now Changle is going to have a good time to discuss with him. The sweeping monk just now packed up Xiao and Mu's palms. Changle looked at it and found it very magical.

So he couldn't wait to see the kung fu in the hands of the old monk.

After the air wall was broken by Changle's sword, the sweeping monk had no expression on his face, and he saw a light golden Buddha light shining on his body.

"Is this Vajra Indestructible Divine Art? This technique is really interesting." After Changle said that, he punched the old monk.

It looks like a simple punch

In the past, Changle punched, and the intention of the fist burned his eyes. Now his fist is condensed in the fist, and the boxing technique looks ordinary.

boom!

The sweeping monk did not avoid or avoided Changle's punch. After hitting him, it was like a night bell in the mountains.

"It would be meaningless if you don't fight back." Changle said that and slashed with his palm.

Before the palm could be heard, the sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring was endless. After the palm was slashed out, the monk sweeping the floor finally moved.

He slowly punched and collided with the palm.

The trees around were all broken by the wind. After the fists and palms collided, Changle and the sweeping monk stood there.

"If the donor uses the sword technique just now, I may not be able to stop it." The sweeping monk looked at Changle and said.

"War with you, you just try any moves. Sword technique is killing people, and you can't use it regardless of the winner." After Changle said that, his slender fingers pointed out at a rapid speed.

The sweeping monk frowned slightly, and this finger had a yang finger, a gang finger, a gang finger, a gang finger, and a shadow of the finger holding a flower.

He did not dare to underestimate him, and his hands were folded together! A solemn and solemn Buddha appeared behind him.

The Buddha appeared and he pushed his palm to Changle.

After he came out of his palm, Changle's ears were filled with Sanskrit sounds, but he was not affected at all. The finger finally hit the hand of the sweeping monk.

There was no movement around this time, but the big Buddha behind the sweeping monk disappeared directly.

Blood oozed from the corner of Changle's mouth.

This is his first blood to the Tianlong world!

Well...why does it sound weird

The first time I vomited blood!

This time, he changed the sweeping monk and took action. His palms were amazing and he slashed out directly with his palms.

Now that the sweeping monk is not willing to lose.

At first he just regarded Changle as a junior, but now he has admitted that Changle is his opponent.

So he wasn't willing to lose in this battle.

Seeing the sweeping monk taking action, Changle's smile became even more intense.

He directly blocked the monk's palms with one punch, and then punched him in the face.

Changle was full of joy, and the sweeping monk also lost the Buddha's indifference and the heroic hero of a martial artist.

After more than two hundred moves, Tong Lao and Jiumozhi finally found the two.

Jiumozhi said regretfully, "It's still too late."

"You are the monk who led the wrong way!" said Tong Lao angrily.

Jiumozhi smiled embarrassedly and chanted Amitabha.

In fact, they came not too late, although two hundred moves have passed, the battle between Changle and Sweeping Monk is still continuing.

Tong Lao looked at Changle's moves and murmured to himself, "Is this Tianshan Six Yang Palm? Can this palm technique be used like this?"

Changle's palm technique inspired her very much. Jiumo Intelligently saw the extraordinary moves of the two, but he felt like he was separated by a layer of window paper, making him unable to see their moves clearly.

The two of them fought a hundred more moves, and the sweeping monk finally said, "Donor, if you continue to fight, it will be dawn."

"Then do you mean to decide the winner?" Changle asked with some conscience.

"Mencius doesn't care about winning or losing. I just don't want to leave any regrets." The monk sweeping the floor said to Changle.

"Then I'm going to use swordsmanship!" Changle stretched out two slender fingers.

"I am going to punch too!" The monk sweeping the floor gently rolled up his long sleeves.

After rolling up his long sleeves, the monk swept his punch at Changle.

Tong Lao and Jiumozhi immediately retreated. The two of them didn't want to lose their lives because of watching a competition.

Changle dared not delay at all and took a deep breath, fighting with his fingers.

But his thoughts returned to Huashan when he was laughing and proud

"Master, you can't always name Jian Yi and Jian Er." The young man with eight-character eyebrows looked at the master embarrassedly and said.

"How should I get it?" Changle asked indifferently. Don't you let me use the name I gave me!

"Master, this is the name I thought of for you thirty-six swords." The young man with eight-character eyebrows took out a piece of paper and handed it to Changle.

After reading it, Changle smiled and said, "It's very good. Feng Jiu is the strongest among my thirty-six swords, but the name of the 27th sword will be changed."

"Then you can't change things randomly, you can poke a person to death! Punch a hole! Don't use it if you like it." The young man with eight-character eyebrows said worriedly.

"knew!"

Changle's lips raised, thinking a little bit about the child, he shouted:

Jian Ershiqi Chunjun!

A crack seemed to appear between heaven and earth, and a sword flew out of the crack.

The sword body is huge and the sword energy is grand!

Sword and fist

Crashed together!

"Further back!" Tong Lao shouted.

Really!

Seeing a big battle, I almost lost my life!

Jiumozhi also ran back in a mess. If Tong Lao hadn't drunk him just now, he would have been looking at the punch and the sword in a daze.

After the fists and swords collided, the sun slowly rose.
Chapter completed!