Where is the sword of the reborn eagle

At this time, Jinlun Fawang was still standing, but with his staggering steps and waving arms, he seemed to be still looking for his opponent.

Is this crazy?

"Amitabha, master, if you don't wake up now, when will you wait?"

At this time, a loud and clear child's voice sounded.

There was a young monk in the venue, clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name, solemnly treasured his face, and walked gracefully.

Those with sharp eyes recognized this young monk, who came up with "Xi Du" Ouyang Feng and Jinlun Fawang, and turned out to be Jinlun Fawang's disciples.

"Cough-cough-"

After he stopped drinking, Jinlun Fawang, who had been in a frenzy, miraculously stopped, but slumped on the ground, as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted.

"Teacher, thank you—"

It took a long time for Jinlun Fawang to relieve his breath, but he found that his kung fu had already gone to seven or eight, and it would be difficult to recover within three or two years.

Even if he recovers completely in the future, the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" may only stay at the tenth level, and it will be difficult to make any progress.

However, after walking on the edge of life and death, it seems that Jinlun Fawang's mentality has calmed down.

"Teacher, let's go back—"

Jinlun Dharma King straightened his monk's robe briefly and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Hey, Jinlun, do you still want these things?—"

Jinlun Fawang didn't want to stay here anymore, he didn't even greet anyone, turned around and wanted to leave, but heard a thin voice.

As soon as the words fell, there was another person in the field.

It was a thin old man, dressed in gray clothes, not very tall, about five feet long?

With two greasy mustaches, he looks about 80 or [-] years old, his eyes are like lights, and he is carrying a bundle in his hand.

With so many people present, no one could see clearly when this old man ran into the venue.

Even Guo Mo only saw a gray shadow flash, and then there was such a person in the field.

Guo Mo could feel that the other party was only in the first-class realm, but the lightness technique that he just revealed was not inferior to him, a person of "innate realm".

"Amitabha, the old benefactor has a kind face, but the little monk can't remember where he saw it."

Jinlun Fawang looked at the small old man in front of him, feeling a little familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Hey, Master Jinlun is also a noble person who forgets things. It's been more than 30 years in a flash. It's worth noting that I didn't mention it. I originally wanted to prevent you from participating in the "Huashan Lunjian".

"But I don't want to. In the end, I ended up with today's ending. Jin has done his best. I should return these to the master."

"Dang lang lang—"

The little old man threw the burden in his hand in front of Jinlun Fawang.

The sound of metal hitting the ground, the familiar furoshiki, you don't need to open Jinlun Fawang to know that inside are the five wheels that you lost more than a month ago.

After listening to the other party's words, Jinlun Fawang also understood that this person had no malice towards him, and he must have stolen these wheels in order to let him retreat in spite of the difficulties, but unexpectedly, he went to find his colleague in "Western Poison".

"Amitabha, I thank the old benefactor for fulfilling—"

Jinlun Dharma King clasped his palms together and bowed, bent down to pick up the bundle, turned and left.

"Amitabha, my master was defeated by Your Excellency today. After 40 years, the little monk will come to the Central Plains again. I hope that there will be "Huashan Lunjian" at that time—"

Jinlun Fawang turned and left, but unexpectedly his apprentice, the eight-year-old monk came to Guo Jing's side and said.

At this time, Guo Jing had already stood up from the ground, and on the surface, he seemed to be in a slightly better condition than the departed Jinlun Fawang.

"Young monk doesn't need to do this. Today, Guo and his commander are considered a tie. There is no winner or loser. If the little monk wants revenge, just come to me, Guo Jing."

Although the other party was only eight years old, Guo Jing treated him as if he were his peers, and did not underestimate his age at all.

Just now, the behavior of the little monk and the rhetoric in front of him are enough to make Guo Jing look at him differently.

"Okay, I will remember you. After 40 years, I will come back to meet the masters of the Central Plains martial arts—"

Did the little monk say this to everyone present?

That calmness, that self-confidence, that calmness, even though he was only an eight-year-old monk, made everyone present feel that he was solemnly writing a letter of war to the Central Plains martial arts.

"May I ask what your name is, little monk?—"

When the little monk was about to leave to catch up with his master, someone who did not know what to do asked aloud.

"Little monk Tubo Basiba—"

The little monk left, leaving with short but firm steps.

No one had heard of his name, so naturally no one took his words to heart, except Guo Mo.

"Ba Siba? This little monk is actually Ba Siba?"

"Brother Mo, what's wrong with you? Do you know this little monk?"

Guo Mo's murmurs still caught Huang Rong's attention. Although the young monk in the arena was very extraordinary, he didn't attract too much attention from Huang Rong.

……

"Since the spoiler has left, will 'Huashan Lunjian' continue?"

"Yeah, I waited thousands of miles to come here just to see the demeanor of the seniors—"

"'Dongxie', 'Xidu', 'Southern Emperor', and 'Northern Beggar', among the four seniors, who is the 'No. [-] in the world'?—"

Put it in the rivers and lakes, every first-class master is the existence of an elder or sect leader, but in front of the "five uniques" of the past, they have become their fans, just like those brainless fans of later generations.

"Everyone says 'Nanhuo Kexijin', can Emperor Duan compete with the old man again?"

In the excitement of the audience, the first person to speak out was the lonely "Western Poison" Ouyang Feng.

"Amitabha, Ouyang benefactor invited this old monk to accompany him, but the fate is over, the word 'Duan Huang Ye' can't be mentioned again, and the old monk's dharma name is 'Yi Deng'."

Master Yideng took a few steps forward and chanted the Buddha's name.

At this time, many people in the venue didn't know that the famous "Southern Emperor" had already become a monk. It was this old monk with white beard and eyebrows in front of him?

"Hmph, whether it's Emperor Duan or a lamp, I, Ouyang Feng, will follow along—"

"Southern Emperor" vs. "Xi Du", the two of them fought at the same place, "Six Meridians Excalibur" vs. "Shen He Zhi", Guo Mo was in a daze.

"Brother Seven, since Master Yideng caught the old poison, the two of us are also going to end the game?"

Just now seeing Guo Jing's "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi was a little ready to move, but for those who practice martial arts, who wouldn't want to compete with masters of the same level?

Why did you go all the way to Huashan?

"Haha, since brother Yao has such a passion, the old beggar should sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman—"

"Dong Xie" and "Northern Beggar" have always been friends, but when they got to Mount Hua, they naturally had to make two gestures to see who would win or lose.

In the arena, the four of them fought into two pairs, surrounded by forty or fifty first-class players, all holding their breath, poking their necks, staring at their eyes, and some excitedly gestured with their hands.

Guo Mo is familiar with the four players in the arena. He has also fought against some of them, but he has never seen them compete with each other, let alone these four people competing in the same arena?

One hundred strokes, two hundred strokes, three hundred strokes...

"This... this... you guys are too naive, you all have someone to play with, who will fight the old naughty boy?"

Once these people fought, it would be difficult to stop unless they hit a thousand moves, and the people watching were a little tired.

"Haha, Brother Zhou, do you like fighting so much?"

At this time, Guo Mo and his group also squeezed over, they took Guo Jing's pulse first, and there was nothing serious before they came to greet everyone.

"Mo'er, you are so serious, you don't even know what to do to save Jing'er when you see Jing'er is injured?"

Before anyone else could say anything, "Yue Nv Jian" Han Xiaoying complained first.

"Seventh master, don't blame the second brother. The disciples benefited a lot from the first battle just now. You still have to face the matter of practicing kung fu by yourself."

Guo Jing stood up to defend Guo Mo naturally, just like when he was a child, making everyone laugh.

"Second Brother Guo, why don't we fight? No, no, they say you've reached the 'innate realm', you're a little bit taller than the old naughty boy, it's not fun to lose."

"Haha, Brother Zhou, have you seen these four people in the field? They have fought for four hundred rounds, but no one can do anything to each other. It seems that the realm and strength should be between equals."

"If you want to fight, just end it. Use your 'left and right fighting' technique to fight two people at the same time. As long as you can maintain an unbeatable situation, doesn't it appear that you are stronger than them all?"

Guo Mo pulled the old naughty boy aside and whispered a few words to him, as if he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Hey, that's a good idea. They can only win one-on-one. If the old naughty boy can do one-on-two, it's obvious that I'm better. It's fun, fun, and I'll go—"

Under Guo Mo's "bewitching", the old naughty boy seemed to have discovered a strange thing, jumped three feet high, and attacked the "Dongxie" and "Northern Beggar" who were relatively close.

"Huang Laoxie, old beggar, today the old naughty boy wants to play with you two—"

"Both left and right", attack Huang Yaoshi on the left with "Kong Ming Fist", and attack Hong Qigong on the right with "Three Flowers Gathering Top Palm".

"Old naughty boy, what kind of trouble are you doing? I haven't won the battle with Brother Yao yet."

Hong Qigong was talking, but the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" in his hand didn't stop, and he had a head-on confrontation with the old naughty boy.

"Huh? The old naughty boy is also a 'half-step talent'?——"

This discovery surprised Hong Qigong, but he found that while he was facing his palms, the old naughty boy actually made a move to defuse Huang Yaoshi's attack.

"Old naughty boy, what kind of kung fu are you doing?"

Having not seen each other for many years, it was the first time that Hong Qigong saw the old naughty boy's "fighting left and right", and he was shocked again and asked.

"Hehe, isn't it amazing? This is the unique skill of the old naughty boy, no, the two Guo brothers will also know it, and it was named by the boy Mo, it's called 'left and right fight', let's take it—"

Relying on the miraculous "fighting left and right", the old naughty boy fights with "East evil" and "Northern beggar".

This fight shocked everyone present.

Although Ouyang Feng, the "Western Poison" just now introduced the old naughty boy Zhou Botong in public, and some of them had vaguely heard of his name, but they didn't expect that this old man was so powerful that he could fight against the two with his own strength. A person of the "Five Absolutes"?

In fact, after the three of them fought for dozens of rounds, whether it was "Dong Xie" or "Northern Beggar", although they felt that "fighting each other left and right" was very magical, they also found a way to crack it.

One person's moves can be split through this set of magical techniques, so as to deal with two people at the same time.

However, the internal strength of a person cannot be superimposed, especially the internal strength of these three people is not even on the same level.

Whenever an old naughty boy faces palms against one of them, he will definitely not dare to hit the other hard at the same time, and can only switch between one virtual and one real.

Even if the two of them found out this point, they couldn't really join hands to defeat the old naughty boy. This would give the people on the sidelines the illusion that the old naughty boy was no match for the two of them.

"Okay, I'll go play with the two of them again—"

After barely fighting for a hundred rounds, the old naughty boy withdrew his move and flew towards the competition between "Southern Emperor" and "Xidu".

"That Duan...Master, the old naughty boy is here to help you beat the old poison—"

When he came to "Southern Emperor" and "Xidu", the old naughty boy changed his style of attack, instead of attacking them at the same time, he helped Yideng deal with Ouyang Feng together.

"Old urchin, just wait for me—"

After thirty rounds, "Xi Du" was in a hurry and lost sight of another.

It turned out that Ouyang Feng was able to use more than [-]% of his skills to deal with Master Yideng's "Six Meridians Excalibur", and adding an old urchin who didn't play cards according to common sense made him overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Master Yideng was a square person, whenever Ouyang Feng was in danger, the old monk would slow down his attack instead, so the three of them fought back and forth.

"Mo'er, in your opinion, is the current 'Five Uniques' the five seniors in this event?"

"Dongxie" was no match for "Northern Beggar", "Southern Emperor" was close to "Xidu", and the old naughty boy kept making troubles between the two. When everyone outside the venue was stunned, I couldn't help laughing for a while.

Seeing that the sun was about to turn westward, there was still no winner or loser on the field, at least fifteen hundred moves had been fought.

"Nanshan Qiaozi" Nan Xiren, while opening his eyes, did not forget the theme of today's "Huashan Discussion on Swords".

When he asked this question, everyone also looked at Guo Mo.

Those who know him will naturally know Guo Mo's identity.

For those who don't know him, seeing the masters from Quanzhen Sect, Peach Blossom Island, and Jiangnan Seven Monsters all gathered around a middle-aged man, based on so many rumors in the Jianghu, they still can't guess that Guo Mo identity?

What's more, the three "Jinyi" commanders who have been guarding the foot of Mount Hua, Lu Pingsheng, Lu Guanying and Wu Nantian, are also standing behind Guo Mo to perform guard duties.

"That is His Majesty the Emperor of Song Dynasty?"

"That's right, that's the legendary 'innate master', who reached the pinnacle of martial arts at the age of thirty—"

A group of masters near and far guessed Guo Mo's identity and discussed in a low voice. Some people unconsciously bowed their hands to Guo Mo as a salute.

"Four masters, seniors, today's 'Five Absolutes' are none other than these five seniors in the field."