Taoist chanting

You Mengchang was perfunctory, the other party didn't make any effort, it was to test his ability and details.

Before recovering the strength of the sixth level, he didn't like to deal with these old women and cunning monsters. He couldn't gain the upper hand, so why should he be so aggrieved?

From now on, he only needs to act carefully and arrange carefully, and will not give the three of them a chance to make a move.

Does he really think that Meng Mei's reputation is a waste of fame?

Over the extreme western waters.

Two or three hundred monks fought endlessly, and the battlefield spread out tens of miles away.

Spells and talismans roared, swords and swords crisscrossed, and the sound of fighting, howling, and roaring intertwined. At the back of the battlefield, seven or eight fourth-order masters with phantom shadows did not move out.

From the initial rebellion to the current confrontation between the eastern and western mainland forces, the two sides have contacts and negotiations, and collisions and battles broke out from time to time. Some things can be compromised, and there is no room for compromise on some issues. Both sides have a tough attitude.

He Guangjun didn't show a phantom to protest, he hung in the air a little bored and glanced around.

If it weren't for Chen Qingqiao's strict order that the fourth rank is not allowed to fight, he would really like to try the pleasure of "Slashing the fourth rank with Guang Han's sword".Just hit it, be afraid of a ball.

Suddenly, he fixed his eyes and stared at the far distance above the sea, and there were two figures coming from the southeast. They were two women in long white dresses, wearing veiled hats to cover their faces. It seemed that they were about to pass through tens of miles obliquely. bloody battlefield.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, one of the women turned her head to glance.

He Guangjun's heart trembled. With his fearless temperament, he felt very dangerous for no reason at a distance of tens of miles, separated by a curtain of fog.

He hurriedly turned his eyes away, not daring to look at each other to provoke the other party. After thinking for a while, Chen Qingqiao in front of the sound transmission said: "Be careful, a fifth-level master is suspected to appear in the southeast sea area, and the enemy is unknown!"

Chen Qingqiao was taken aback. It has been 50 years since the aura surged, and he has never heard of a monk who has advanced to the fifth level.

Could it be that the helpers from the Western Continent carried out outflanking and intercepting from the rear?

He hurriedly looked to the southeast, and he could already clearly see that the two women were wearing plain white dresses with sword sleeves and tassels.

Chapter 696 Isn't it good to seek longevity?

The two mysterious women in white skirts were about fifty miles away, and they had already attracted the attention of the fourth-tier masters on both sides who were watching the battle. They were secretly vigilant and still thinking about countermeasures. The cold and soft voice of the woman came from a distance, like a golden stone hitting each other, clear and clear. Spread the hundred miles of sea area.

"Everything is like a cloud in the eyes, a word is a wave, be quiet!"

The undulating sea surface follows the final exit of the word "quiet", as if an invisible spell passed by, smoothing out large and small waves, and spreading towards the sea areas of the two warring parties at an extremely fast speed.The wind died down, and the waves were magically still.

Even the various roars, explosions, and roars were strangely weakened by three points.

The monks on both sides of the war sensed that something was wrong, and under the orders of their respective leaders, they had already started to retreat separately.

Someone used spells to pick up the corpses and seriously injured companions floating in the changed sea water, and looked at the two women who were slowly flying towards them, their eyes full of awe.

Chen Qingqiao's eyelids twitched a few times, and the sound transmission team shouted, "It's a fifth-level Confucianism cultivator master, and he is using the supernatural power of [verbal criticism and pen attack". "

Two people clasped their fists in response to "Yes", and their figures flashed, and they went to order the formation to deal with the sudden emergence of masters.

Another fourth-tier master sent out flying sword messages one after another, warning and asking for help from the capitals of the Eastern Continent. Their team was alone overseas. How could they have expected such a change and encountered such an unpredictable crisis?

Ling Fengli, the newly-promoted fourth-rank Confucian cultivator sent by the Daying Dynasty, saw that everyone else was looking at him, and hurriedly said, "There are no fourth-rank female Confucian masters currently registered in Daying, and there are not many third-rank female Confucianists. It is even more impossible to have a fifth-level female Confucianism cultivator."

The Confucian supernatural power that uttered a word to determine Haibo made him fascinated.

It's a pity that the other party is not a Daying Confucian senior.This conflict did not end well.

Chen Qingqiao looked at the Western Continent from a distance and was also busy, shrinking the team to make the same arrangement. He was a little puzzled. Could it be the Confucian masters from the Western Continent?

Perhaps the two women also traveled from the vast continent like Lu Changyuan and the magic weapon monk back then?

Hope so.

At this time, Chen Zhong, who was arrayed towards the southeast in the ranks of monks, and Gao Leng, who was quite embarrassed with blood on his body, looked at each other in astonishment. One of the women who came was wearing a veiled hat and a tulle mask, Why do you look so much like Master Zhao?

The familiar style of long skirt with sword sleeves and tassels and delicate figure, even if they are separated by twenty or thirty miles, they will not admit it wrong.

During the few years they were idle in Zongmen, they were invited by Martial Uncle Zhao to serve as the instructors of Qingzheng Bieyuan, teaching the fifth batch of apprentices.

Martial Uncle Zhao, who had never shown his cultivation and strength before, suddenly retreated for more than ten days last autumn, and then came out to become a high-ranking Jindan Realm master.

There is no detachment, everything is quite sudden.

"It's Uncle Zhao who is here!"

"is her!"

"Should I tell Daochang Chen via voice transmission?"

"Wait and see. Uncle Zhao's attire is the same as that woman's. There must be something hidden in it. Maybe he doesn't want to reveal his identity. Let's not worry about it."

"That senior's supernatural powers are so powerful, the sea below is still calm and smooth, like a huge half-curved mirror."

"A fifth-level Confucian master, can you not be great!"

The two were in a relaxed state of mind, and they exchanged their feelings after seeing a fifth-order master make a move through sound transmission.

Chen Qingqiao discussed with several fourth-rank monks through sound transmission, and soon came up with a coping strategy. Seeing the two mysterious women stopped twenty miles away and did not move forward, they all felt relieved, which represented a kind of talkable bona fide.

Chen Qingqiao led a few people to fly out of the queue for hundreds of feet, and bowed their hands to salute, "Chen Qingqiao, a monk from the Eastern Continent, led the crowd to pay respects to seniors and fellow Taoists. I wonder if seniors have any orders?"

The fourth-tier monks on the Western Continent more than ten miles away, unwilling to be left behind, also saluted and greeted.

They are not fools, and they saw the two women who did not know each other.Zhao Zhu'er glanced at the two formations waiting in the air above the sea in the distance, she was not arrogant enough to run across with Fang Bailan,

A fifth-level Confucianism cultivator fell into the siege of one or two hundred third-level monks and seven or eight fourth-level monks, and he would be killed.

There are many formation masters, talisman masters, even sword masters, divination masters, etc. in that formation, and they are not martial arts masters known for their powerful bodies in close combat, so she will not cause trouble for herself.

What's more, Fang Bailan's strength has only recovered [-]%, it's okay to use supernatural powers to frighten people, and he is not afraid to fight alone, so it's okay to single out a group.

What she can use is one side's fear of the other side, which side the fifth-level masters lean towards, and which side can win the big victory.

Fang Bailan's cold voice sounded, "Dear fellows, you are welcome, please get up!"

However, the next sentence made the situation on the East Continent suddenly tense, and everyone was in danger.

Fang Bailan moved the five fingers of her right hand like flying butterflies, phantoms of books appeared in the air, and the pages were flipped one by one. Some ancient characters appeared and turned into Qingfeng Bookstore and other visions. , is there a Confucian cultivator of Wenzhai Academy here?"

Suddenly there was a suppressed low cry from the western continent, and then looked at the array of monks in the eastern continent, with indescribable gloating.

Two young men and women Confucianism cultivators, wearing white long gowns with unique silver floral inlays on the cuffs, flew out of the queue and bowed excitedly in the air, "Fang Fang and Zhong Qiong, disciples of Wenzhai Academy, pay homage to the Supreme Elder! "

They recognized that the mysterious senior was using the secret "Qingying Calligraphy Style" of the academy. All kinds of mysteries are recorded in ancient books, and the secret method of Qingying Calligraphy Style is hidden deep on the stone wall of the secret room. , and fourth-tier Confucianism cultivators can figure out and comprehend, other disciples are not allowed to watch.

Poor Wenzhai Academy has fallen to the point where there is no fourth-level Confucianism cultivator to support its facade.

They suddenly saw a fifth-rank senior who claimed to be related to Wenzhai Academy, and performed a unique secret technique. They were not very happy to admit it first. As for whether it is true or not, please return to the mountain gate after the current battle is over.

Chen Qingqiao led several fourth-rank monks back to the formation, and the sound transmission told them, "If something cannot be done, when the battle is chaotic, let's escape in twos and twos. Remember not to love the battle, and leave the green hills without worrying about no firewood. , the revenge can be tolerated in the future, and the master cannot be completely damaged here."

A fifth-level Confucianism cultivator who is good at supernatural powers joined the Western Continent, and they had no chance of winning.

As for the nearly [-] ranks of third-tier monks, each of them had to settle down to their destiny, and one who escaped counted as one.

If everyone is desperate, they will all die, which will not help.Fang Bailan raised his right hand in vain to get the two academy monks to stand up, and said: "This fellow Taoist next to me is the guardian of the Eastern Continent's Fairy Temple, are there any monks from the Fairy Temple here?"

Chen Zhong and Gao Leng received countless voice transmissions under the watchful eyes of the crowd. The two replied a few words, then quickly flew out of the queue, and saluted with fists together: "I have met Uncle Zhao, and my seniors!"

There was a trace of uneasiness in their hearts, Master Zhao was not controlled by that old monster from Wenzhai Academy, right?

Zhao Zhu'er took off the veiled hat, revealing a pretty face that should be both angry and happy, raised her hand to signal the two to stand up, and said with a smile: "Sister Fang means that enemies should be solved rather than knotted, what you are looking for is the way of longevity, not copper-smelling dogs, She wants to be a peacemaker, the two sides sit down and have a good talk, compromise to seek common ground, stop fighting, what do you think?"

As soon as this remark came out, Chen Zhong and Gao Leng were relieved that Uncle Zhao was not kidnapped.

Uncle Zhao's actions are of great merit.

There were bursts of low cheers from the ranks of monks on both sides.There are masters who can control the situation to supervise the peace talks, and there is no worry that the talks will fail. Few people really want to beat them to death and risk their lives.

Isn't it good to seek longevity?

Chapter 697 Sword Power, Brilliant

Heixia Island, which is more than [-] miles away from the eastern mainland and hangs alone on the sea, is the westernmost territory of Qianxi Island. It runs about a hundred miles from north to south, and the widest point is more than [-] miles from east to west. Famous for its delicious big black prawns.

Zhuang Yu booked a window-facing room in advance at the time-honored "Shanji Shrimp Shop" on the island, where he tasted the long-lasting scented tea.

It is rare to have the leisure to enjoy the scenery of seabirds circling under the reef cliffs and white waves lapping on rocks.

The half-hidden door was pushed open, Chen Zhong stepped in, and said with a smile: "It's rare for Brother Yu to invite guests, and we have to come all the way to save face. Originally, Ge Xiaoxing was begging for nothing. If you want to follow me for free, I told him to get out."

Following Gao Leng who entered the door, he closed the door with his backhand, saluted Zhuang Yu who was smiling and waving, and sat down again.

"Chongzi, I don't like you taking up your job and scolding your boss face to face. Is it different for you to ask me? Why do we have to be so clear and unfamiliar between brothers."

"No, it's better to be clear, you have tricked our old brothers not once or twice."

Chen Zhong sat in the guest seat by the side, teasingly hurt the second disciple of the temple master, and asked, "Didn't you slip away before the battle started? Why, Dexin ran back again?" He knocked on the table like a rip-off, Said, "A large pot of braised black shrimp, steamed and boiled shrimp, and a pot of shrimp soup. Serve quickly."

"I've already ordered a few signature dishes, and I'll wait for you to be seated." Zhuang Yu approached Chen Zhong with a smile, and said in a low voice, "The fifth-rank senior who was with Uncle Zhao, have you left a picture?"

Chen Chong hecked, "I still want to save my life and go on the road of cultivation, unless my brain lacks a clue and dares to use the image stone to leave an image of that senior. How about you send an interrogation to ask Uncle Zhao, she is always easy to talk to. "

"It's sent, the message can't be sent out, and she won't receive it with her closed Qi machine." Zhuang Yu took a sip of tea and said to himself, "It's so strange. Judging from the reaction of the masters in the Western Continent, they don't even know the five who suddenly appeared. Senior, Martial Uncle Zhao and her are sisters, like old friends for many years, Martial Uncle Zhao has been away for less than a year, where did she meet such a powerful master? I don’t deny that Uncle Zhao is good at making friends, but this is too incredible.”

He was full of doubts, and he had too little information at hand to deduce the source.The guy knocked on the door and delivered a table of dishes.

The three chatted while eating, and Zhuang Yu continued to inquire about the situation of the fifth-level master. It would be a good thing to know more.

After eating up the noodles, the three of them walked on the beach. The setting sun was like blood, and the sea surface was dyed red.

Zhuang Yu received several summons one after another, checked for a while, and said: "The senior Fang surnamed mediator, the Eastern and Western Continents have reached an armistice agreement, but the Western Continent is probably not convinced by the previous few small battles, and wants to fight with the Eastern Continent. There will be three bets on the mainland, and the bet will be on the Black Shrimp Island under our feet and the Dongyue Island on the opposite side."

"Great betting masters, let's feast our eyes and see the fighting of fourth-tier monks."

Chen Zhong laughed and said that he could relax completely and not have to fight, which is what he wished for.

No matter what happens in the three fights, it is not up to him, a small character, to turn the tide. There is excitement to watch, and it can increase experience and knowledge, so why not do it?

On the second day, seeing Shui Qingru who followed Daoist Yue, Zhuang Yu went over to greet Daoist Yue who had advanced to Jindan, and asked Shui Qingru in a low voice, "Senior sister, could it be that you want to participate in a gambling fight?" Bar?"

He has already inquired clearly that there will be one match between the fourth ranks and two duels between the third ranks, using the rule of two wins out of three.

The number of spectators is limited, with no more than 12 fourth-tier monks and no more than [-] third-tier monks.

"The third-level gambling quota, Daoist Yue asked me to fight for it." Shui Qingru didn't care, the master couldn't get out of retreat, she listened to the orders of the head of the mountain and Taoist Yue.

After more than five years of quiet reading and reciting scriptures, cultivating the mind and cultivating the sword, most of the evil spirits that entangled her were dispelled and worn away.

Two days later, Zhuang Yu got the news that as expected, He Guangjun was selected for the fourth rank, and the senior sister won a place for the third rank, and the last place was won by a monk named Yuanshan from the Shi Family of Great Liang.

The location of the gambling fight was chosen to be five hundred miles away from Heixia Island, above a small reef island that is often submerged underwater.

On that day, the monks watching the battle from the east and west continents were separated by thirty miles, leaving the middle battlefield empty.

Zhuang Yu, who walked through the back door, mixed with Chen Chong and Gao Leng, looked at the two women wearing the same veiled hat and white dress of the same style in the distance, if he was not very familiar, it would be extremely difficult to recognize which one was Master Zhao.

Yue Anyan knew the secret between Zhao Zhu'er and Fang Bailan. These days, she communicated with Rongshu Zhifeijian, who had already been promoted to the third rank, and asked to search through the files of old papers. There is no such person as Fang Bailan.

There are only a few records that prove that Fang Bailan is a Confucian cultivator of Wenzhai Academy in the Western Continent. He traveled with the elders of the teacher's school and participated in the battle against the witches of the Fan Dynasty.

Perhaps, the viewer was kept in the dark by the naive Zhao Zhu'er?It's no wonder that Zhao Zhu'er never wanted to mention the original teacher's school, let alone reply to Da Ying.

She has been here for half a month, and it is only now that she sees Zhao Zhu'er from a distance.

The detected situation has been passed back to Zongmen Shanzhang. After this irrelevant gambling fight is over, she will meet and chat with Zhao Zhuer. The two have lived next to each other for more than ten years. Is it fake?

She had a faint feeling of heartache, and she didn't feel right or left.

Then he laughed at himself, why did she care so much, she needed to strengthen her mental state.

As He Guangjun and the other person flew into the arena, all the whispers disappeared in an instant, and there were not many opportunities to witness a battle between the top four masters representing the top levels of the two continents.

"Eastern Continent, Da'an Dynasty He Guangjun!"

"Western Continent, Tianhen Mountain Shi Yin."

The two greeted each other several miles away, and Zhou Zhi, who was watching the battle from the east, heard a voice transmission from He Guangjun's ear, "The other party is a mid-level fourth-order martial artist, try not to let him get close."

Zhou Zhi, the elder of the Great Liang Wu Clan, was able to pass many subtle observations, and he could use the witch eye technique without taboo to see the opponent's heels, so he should tell He Guangjun immediately.

He doesn't need to care about the gambling lottery of an island. Anyway, in the 500 years when the aura ebbs and flows, the ownership of the island will be a mess. What he cares about is the face of fellow monks in the Eastern Continent.

In fact, Zhang Guanzhu is the master who can represent the top combat power of the Eastern Continent, but it is a pity that Zhang Guanzhu is in retreat.

He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and He Guangjun, a Jindan swordsman recommended by Mao Sui, went to fight.

Following Fang Bailan's cold "Start", the two people in the field started at the same time.

Facing the strange black and red flames that suddenly swept towards his face, He Guangjun's eyes were calm, and he simply slashed with his sword.

It is not difficult for him to break the law with a sword.