The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

The two naturally asked Liang Yan and Miao Su.

　　 At this time, in the Vermilion Square, eight arenas have been set up temporarily, and two people are fighting each other on each arena.

　　 Among these people, there are Buddhist "eminent monks" in cassocks, and there are also mountain hermits who look like fairy tales. Some people spit fireworks, just like market jugglers; others have big snakes around their waists, looking fierce and evil.

　　 Liang Yan only glanced roughly, and he knew that most of the people on this ring were the second and third levels of Qi refining. These people are almost all cultivators by the side sects, without the true secrets of the sect, and no resource supply, even if they cultivate to the old and die, it is difficult to make progress.

　　 Therefore, this kind of people are all for the purpose of secular enjoyment. It happened that the emperor of the Liu family convened a "water and land law meeting", and they planned to use some of their own methods to bluff and deceive, and to have a happy future.

　　 The fights on the major arenas seem to be brilliant, but in Liang Yan's eyes, they are just playing tricks. Not to mention him, even some martial arts masters who are successful in cultivation, like Lu Hongfei and his like, can beat many of these people.

　　 It's just that Miao Su asked how little he had seen in the world. As soon as he entered the Suzaku Square, he couldn't help looking around, looking like he had discovered the new world, and asked Liang Yan a few words from time to time.

　　 "Sir, sir, look at that Western Region monk, who can breathe fire, is this a profound inner power?" Miao Su asked curiously.

　　 Liang Yan felt a little impatient, he couldn't say that this is the most superficial five-element spell "fireball", right?

　　 "The profound mentality is not enough. If you are on the court and encounter this Western Region monk, how should you deal with it?" Liang Yan asked indifferently.

Miao Suwen knew that this was Liang Yan's intention to test himself, so he immediately stopped and thought about it, before repliing, "Look at his rapid flames, and the outer flames are purple, and the inner flames are yellow. Suwen thinks it should be taken. The'dispersion method' first dissipates the outer flames, and then uses the'circular method' to bring the inner flames, so that it can be broken."

"well said!"

　　 Liang Yan clapped his hands and laughed: "Why don't you go up and make gestures with him?"

　　Miao Suwen's face was startled, and he quickly waved his hand: "How can this make it? Suwen has only studied with her husband for a month. How can I get on stage to compete with these masters?"

　　 Liang Yan had a weird face, and said with a smile, "Do you think they are masters?"

　　 Miao Suwen was taken aback for a moment, and said timidly: "This.........Suwen is not sure, but I feel that these vomiting flames and tricking the snakes must be extraordinary."

　　 Liang Yan smiled nonchalantly: "Do you think you are weak?"

　　Miao Suwen was dumbfounded by his question. Before he could react, he suddenly felt that he was being picked up. Then there was a round of spinning around. When she came back to her senses, she was already standing on the ring.

　　 Miao Su was really shocked when he asked, saying, "Mr. is crazy, and he actually threw me on stage. Doesn't he know that being on stage means a challenge?"

　　 The "Water and Land Fa Conference" is different from the "Tea Tasting Ceremony" because there are so many people who come to participate. There are all kinds of people from the Buddhist and Taoist families and side sects. Therefore, I did not prepare a list and directly adopted the rules of going on stage to challenge.

　　 Anyone who comes here to watch the battle, as long as they board the ring, is regarded as a challenge to the ringmaster. After a day of battle, the person who finally stands at the end is considered to be promoted.

　　 Under this kind of rule, generally some powerful people will avoid each other's respective arenas, and those who are weak in their own strength and lack of vision will naturally become other people's stepping stones.

　　 The Western Region monk who soaked flames was obviously the master of this ring. He had already defeated seven people, and even killed two people. He was in the limelight for a while, and was on the stage.

　　Miao Suwen was thrown on the stage by Liang Yan, everyone just felt that there was a flower in front of them, and they did not see what was going on. The monk turned his head and was also taken aback for a while, but when he saw that the man was just a young boy of fifteen or sixteen, he couldn't help laughing and saying:

　　 "Where are the yellow-mouthed children? Before the hair grows up, they will learn from others to fight! Foye's men don't kill Zhuzi, you should go home and get some milk!"

　　 Fan Seng said this, everyone in the audience burst into laughter, and some others pointed and pointed at Miao Suwen, all laughing at her incompetence.

　　 Miao Suwen's face was flushed. Although she was quite wild, but she grew up in the scholarly family since she was a child, where did she learn these curse words. Hearing the monk's foul language, I couldn't help but feel angry.

　　 She glanced at Liang Yan off the stage, and said in her heart: "Since your husband has let me go on stage, there is a reason for him, and I can't let the husband sneer."

　　 Thinking of this, Miao Suwen immediately calmed down, and silently began to "the heart is not determined."

　　 Once this Confucian exercise was performed, Miao Suwen felt that the noisy surroundings seemed to have nothing to do with him. The world around him was quiet, as if he was alone.

　　Looking at the red-robed monk again, I only realized that there were flaws all over his body, and he couldn't help but secretly said, "Why would he dare to stand there with such a big thorn?"

　　 Miao Su asked herself that she had not noticed a change in her mentality. She stepped forward and first made a fist-stretching movement towards the red-clothed monk. Then, without saying a word, he bent forward and slammed the man's face horizontally with a palm knife.

　　 The red-robed monk saw Miao Suwen and started directly, and he couldn't help but feel happy. He shouted:

　　 "Little thief, look at Lord Buddha's "Buddha's Fury Red Lotus"!"

With a wave of his hand, he seemed to throw something into his mouth, and his cheeks on both sides suddenly bulged up, like a giant toad, and immediately after his mouth, a cloud of fire spurted out of his mouth. .

　　 Miao Suwen was the first to bear the brunt, and suddenly felt a pressing heat wave.

　　 Before, she said she had to frighten her legs. But at this moment, "the mind has no determination method" is operating in the body, Miao Suwen only feels calm, without a trace of distraction, let alone a trace of timidity.

Miao Suwen retracted her sword, moved her hands left and right, a faint blue light wandered through the palm of her hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The red flames sprayed in front of her seemed to be blown out of thin air, and it was actually a fire Reduce greatly until it goes out.

　　 The red outer flames faded, and the inner core yellow flames immediately poured out. Miao Suwen was completely in the state at this moment and didn't panic at all. He twisted his figure and circled his hands back and forth.

　　 Those yellow flames were taken away by her hands, and the fire was scattered, actually burning to the edge of the ring. The onlookers around, their complexion changed drastically, and they all yelled and backed away.

　　 Miao Suwen had solved the monk's fame stunt with just two moves, leaving his opponents dumbfounded.

　　 The next moment, Miao Suwen's figure moved, and a dashing body had already rushed in front of the monk, and at the same time he opened a palm to directly print the person's heart.

　　 The monk reacted and hurriedly raised his hand to stop, but found that this person had a fierce aura, and his hands and feet were so weak that he could not even resist.

　　 Under the influence of Miao Suwen's "Sheng Shen Fa", the red-robed monk couldn't even show his strength. He could only watch Miao Suwen with a palm printed on his chest.

boom!

　　 After a muffled sound, the huge body of the red monk flew out of the ring...

Poor, he is also a cultivator at the peak of the third level of Qi refining. He is usually arrogant and domineering. In some remote cities, he is also a man of the wind. But today, he was defeated in the battle of the ring. Understand how I lost!