Yang Yi was a little displeased, so he simply put the knife on the edge of the ring and walked back and said, "You don't use a knife, I use a knife, this is not suitable."

He set off his fist and said, "Please give me advice."

Jiang Mingyi nodded slightly and pulled off the air.

When you open your hands for a moment, your temperament changes.

Chen Yang just glanced at him and said, "Yang Yi is not his opponent."

I don’t know which Taoist disciple came over and said, “This is an exchange meeting, commonly known as an exhibition competition, and no one will lose.”

Chen Yang was stunned and then smiled.

Yes, he almost forgot about this.

In the exchange meeting, what you want is not winning or losing, but playing well.

I saw two people on the stage, punching and kicking each other, and they were so beautiful.

It is somewhat similar to the martial arts guidance of the family class, and the effect is produced by the guidance.

Fancy, but wonderfully ornamental.

The two fought for almost ten minutes. Finally, both sides took a few steps back and clasped their fists and said, "Take the way."

After getting off the stage, the martial arts team members took the initiative to go on stage. The Taoist priests from the Five Immortals Temple went up and cooperated to fight another match.

There were five or six fights in front and back, and there were skills in fist and foot, as well as swords and swords.

Master Zhixing looked at it and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

After these fights, they will be broadcast on TV and will definitely be good.

Another game was over, Zhixing walked up and said that the exchanges and exchanges ended here. Those with specialties could perform on stage.

This is the stage of entering the solo show.

All parties were prepared. The martial arts team carried bricks and wooden spears, performed a large stone on their chest, a solid brick on their hands, and a spear tip on their throat.

The Taoists gave warm applause, while the people from the martial arts team cheered loudly.

But the limelight cannot be taken away by the martial arts team.

At this time, a disciple of Chang Daoguan walked onto the ring with his sword.

"I will practice a set of sword techniques for you."

The Taoist priest smiled slightly, and after he finished speaking, his smile calmed down, his feet were not bad, and he suddenly raised his arms.

The scabbard flew out and stood firmly on the ring.

With this move, you can almost instantly defeat the martial arts team that you had played on the court.

Immediately followed by a seven-star sword technique, which is elegant and free and has excellent ornamentality.

Every stab and every twitch is quite charming.

Even those who can't understand can feel the exquisiteness of this sword technique.

Especially in a long green suit, she floats with her sword dancing, giving people a sense of being out of the world.

After the drill, the Taoist priest bowed and smiled and left the ring.

"It's really a bit of skill."

"Isn't that? The Taoist priest who had fought with me before must have real skills. If it weren't for the exhibition match, I would probably not have had two or three moves in his hands."

These martial arts teams did not feel dissatisfied, but instead had the urge to climb a mountain to become a disciple.

Chen Yang smiled as he heard this.

The Taoist priest of Chang Taoist Temple has good sword skills, but he obviously didn't take it seriously.

Even so, it is an extraordinary existence in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Master Xuanyang, you can go up and perform for a while." Daoyang said softly when he came behind him.

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, go up later."

Daoyang nodded and went to another place.

Fa Chu said: "I'll go up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and steadily went on stage with the steel sword he just bought yesterday.

When Fa Chu first came on stage, everyone gathered their eyes to see it.

This is the first time a disciple from Guigu Cave has appeared on stage.

Although it was an exhibition match, all parties just went through the motions.

But they still wanted to see that this disciple from Guigu Cave had some skills.

Those who came to participate in the exchange meeting were in addition to the two Taoist temples, Changdao Temple and Maoshan Taoist Temple.

The other Taoist temples are all small Taoist temples with little reputation.

They hope to see the glory of the past and the desolate Guigu Cave, which is now in ruins, have cut off its inheritance.

Only in this way can they meet their inner darkness and expectations.

This is the case for a small person. If he cannot achieve much success, he can only hope that the people with high success will fall from the altar, which will give them an indescribable sense of superiority and pleasure.

This kind of person is also called: psychopath.

Fa Chu came on stage, as if he was adjusting his breathing and closed his eyes slightly.

Someone started to fuck a not kind smile below: "What are you pretending?"

"He is a disciple of Guigu Cave, so he naturally needs to adjust his state."

"Guigu Cave, tsk, Taoist orthodox."

Fa Chu opened his eyes, shook his wrist and unsheathed his sword.

The scabbard fell to the ground at will, without the deliberate acts of the disciples of Changdao Temple.

Start dancing the sword at will, and with one sword, the sharpness is revealed.

The fall of each sword points in one direction.

Those cold eyes also fell in the same direction.

Some people gradually discovered that Fa Chu's eyes seemed to be staring in that direction.

So they followed Fa Chu's gaze and suddenly realized that wherever they looked, they were Zhenghua Zhenren from Changdao Temple.

The four disciples of Changdao Temple looked ashen. Two people pressed the hilt of the sword in their hands, their palms trembling, and they felt a urge to rush up.

Taoist Master Zhenghua's face was not very good-looking, and he was a little gloomy.

He faced Fa Chu's four eyes, looked at the sword that had not yet opened in Fa Chu's hand, and kept pointing at him, breathing more and more.

"Da da!"

Seeing the sword falling and closing its momentum, the Dharma walked to the front of the stage a few steps, and the long sword pointed directly at Taoist Zhenghua.

The scene was quiet for a while and no one made a sound.

The Five Immortals Temple, the Taoist priests from Taihe Palace, watched this scene like a show.

It's better to fight.

They thought so in their hearts.

Jingtong and Yu Jingzhou had no expression on their faces, did not stop or scold them, and they all assumed that they had not seen them.

There is anger in the heart of Fa Chu, and it needs to be vented.

It is not good to stop it blindly, and it is easy to develop obsession.

"Swish!"

Fa Chu held his sword and stood up, tapped his toes lightly, and the scabbard bounced into the air, and he didn't look at it. He inserted it into the scabbard with a "clang" sound and walked downstairs.

"What a sword, what a sword!"

Everyone in the martial arts team was amazed at it.

They don't know what happened just now.

I was only amazed at Fa Chu's sword technique, which was exquisite and full of murderous aura, as if I had a sword to cut off a human head.

Such momentum is really invincible.

"Huh~"

When he came back and sat down, Fa Chu breathed.

Chen Yang patted his shoulder and said, "I'll go up and show my hands, and I'll use the sword to play with it."

"Yes." Fa Chu handed the sword on it.

Chen Yang carried the sword and walked towards the stage.
To be continued...