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Huaixin laughed a few times and said to Wu Chenzi: "I didn't mean to blame you, Sect Leader Qingyu. He is praising you." As the saying goes, you are younger than a blue, but you are stronger than me. That is what I want to see. Wu Chen is a talented young man, a rare talent. " Adept Azurejade laughed. "How can this lowly disciple be worthy of being called 'Daoist Priest' by an exalted, exalted Reverend, given the status of the exalted Reverend?" "In terms of seniority, the High Monks of the 'Wisdom Realm' of the Shaolin Temple can be said to be several times stronger than those of their inferior disciples." Everyone chatted as they walked, and in their hearts, they led Daoist Master Qing Yu to the left side to sit down. They wanted to say a few more polite words of reminiscence, but a girl's voice came from outside the hall: "Zixu, even though the two major sects, Shaolin, have great talents, in my opinion, no matter how much you flatter each other, you can't compare to one person."

When everyone heard this, they were shocked. They did not know who said such provocative words at this moment. Liu'er and the others were surprised and delighted, and Liu'er was surprised and delighted. He had already heard that the person speaking was Zhao Lingqiu and thought to himself, "I wonder what temper Lady Zhao has and how she has such nonsense. How dare she say such ridiculous words?" When they first saw Wu Chenzi being impolite to Liu'er, they were already angered. They were familiar with Daoist Master Qingyu's seemingly reprimanding words, but in reality, they were secretly praising him. Now that they heard what Zhao Lingqiu said, they ruthlessly taunted them.

Huai Xin and Azure Jade Zhen both slightly furrowed their brows. They were not angry and looked towards the outside of the hall at the same time. He then heard the urgent shout of the guest monk: "The Thousand Horse Gang is looking for the Sect Leader to enter the hall!" Then, he said in a soft voice, "Benefactor, please do not use words to describe this important Buddhist land." However, Zhao Lingqiu said, "Others can use words, but why didn't you ask me to do so? This Buddha Bodhisattva only cares about outsiders, not his own family? " Then another heavy voice shouted, "Girl, don't mess around! Hurry up and apologize to the two of you! " It was obviously Sect Leader Zhao of the Thousand Horse Gang.

As he spoke, four or five people entered the main hall. The man in the lead was tall and muscular. He was wearing a green robe with golden strands on his face. He was Zhao Pingchuan, the leader of the Wan Horse Gang. Zhao Lingqiu was naturally happy to see her father. She hopped over and did not listen to her father's admonition. Instead, she looked at Daoist Master Cyan Yu and her husband and softly snorted. He then looked left and right, anxiously searching for Liu'er, and finally saw a surprised Liu'er beside a group of monks, and happily said: "Little rogue! You're here! "

Above the main hall, within the crowd, a person shouted softly, "Master has said long ago that all the men in the world don't have any good things!" However, everyone was so stunned by Zhao Lingqiu that they had yet to recover from their shock. No one had heard these words.

Zhao Lingqiu ran to Liu'er and blinked her eyes, asking curiously, "Why did you come to the monk's side?" Do you sit here without a seat? " Liu'er didn't answer and said, "Miss Zhao, the people here are all respected martial artists. Please be careful when you speak." Zhao Lingqiu pouted and muttered, "Since they are esteemed seniors in the martial arts world, they won't lower themselves to the same level as a weak girl like me. If they don't lower themselves to my level, why should I pay attention to them? " Liu'er was speechless. "Then …" "But you can't speak carelessly."

Zhao Pingchuan came over to them and said with a smile, "My daughter is ignorant. I've offended you. Please forgive me." He sounded like he was apologizing, but there was no salutation like 'Sect Leader' or 'Reverend'. And he actually showed more respect than the two in front of him for his sake. How could he feel like apologizing? Emotionlessly cultivating was quite high, so he just smiled without saying a word. Spiritual Master Qingyu also slightly smiled and said: "This Penniless Priest has heard that Sect Master Zhao is famous for pampering and pampering others. However, as the saying goes, if a girl doesn't stay, in the end, who knows which family she'll benefit from. If your love knows how to do things, it's fine to be a good wife and mother. "If you go to someone else's house and still act like a lady, I'm afraid …" As he spoke to here, he shook his head and sighed. Then, he no longer spoke.

Zhao Pingchuan loved his daughter like her life depended on it. He was most afraid of marrying her off. At this moment, not only did Daoist Master Qingyu mention the matter that he didn't wish to mention, he even intentionally mentioned the evil fruit. Although his words were from a famous saying, as a father, who would be willing to listen? Zhao Pingchuan was furious. He suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Thank you so much for thinking so much about my daughter." However, I think Taoist Taoism is a river to sell fish, this is unnecessary. "The Taoist was a master of cultivation. Without a wife, my daughter would never be virtuous again. I would never have become Taoist's blood relative.

As the saying goes, if you are not filial, you have no future. Daoist Master Qingyu had cultivated his entire life and transcended the mortal world. He had long since thrown these foolish words to the back of his mind, and did not care about the matters that followed. However, Zhao Pingchuan made fun of him in front of the world's heroes. No matter how high his cultivation level was, he was still angry. The veins on Daoist Master Qing Yu's forehead popped out as he said coldly, "Sect Leader Zhao, although your daughter is clever and clever, causing people to be happy, when a woman marries, she will still belong to another family. Sect Master Zhao is a wise man, and will inevitably end up with no descendants, which is not much different from me. " Zhao Pingchuan was furious. His face was purple, and the people behind him could not hold it in anymore, and shouted: "What's so special about the Purple Void Sect? My Thousand Horse Gang isn't afraid! He could be considered as the number one great sect? Let's see who's the better of the two if they have the guts! " Behind Daoist Master Qingyu, Wu Chenzi and the rest also glared at him and said: "I've heard that the Ten Thousand Horses Gang has many experts. Today is the perfect day to seek your advice!"

As soon as the voice fell, a person from the Ten Thousand Horse Gang jumped in front of everyone and said furiously, "Soul Suppressing Hand Geng Fang, you actually want to witness the Purple Void Sect's methods!" Amidst his words, he had already struck out three palms towards Daoist Master Cyan Jade. This Geng Fang was a top expert of the Ten Thousand Horse Gang. He was related to Geng Liang, who had stolen the secret technique from the Daoist in Qingzhou City. These two were not good people when they were young. They would steal and dig graves, and would do anything to prevent that. Who knew who stole the secret martial arts manual called "Soul Summoning Palm" from, the two of them knew it by themselves, after learning the skills on it, they could actually call themselves tyrants. Later on, they became greedy for power and joined the Thousand Horse Gang. One of them was called the Soul Hand, while the other was called the Soul Suppressing Hand. This set of palms really did seem to be able to intimidate people's souls.

Upon seeing the other party strike out, the corners of Guru Bluejade's mouth curled up slightly, and his body didn't move an inch. Suddenly, there was a flash of white beside him. Wu Chenzi arrived before Geng Fang, a step faster than Geng Fang's palm. His five fingers clenched slightly, three in front, two behind. They formed a dragon claw, grabbing towards Geng Fang's wrists, trying to deflect the force from the three palms.

When the crowd saw that the two of them attacked at the speed of lightning, each taking three moves in an instant, they could not help but be shocked. Seeing that the two of them were ready to attack, he suddenly said: "Amitabha!" The sound was like a loud bell as it rang out in waves. The red shadow moved a step faster than the two of them and stood between them. Both of his palms struck out at the same time, blocking Geng Fang's palm and striking towards the back of Wu Chenzi's hand. He then turned his palms in unison, trying to grab both of their wrists. Although Geng Fang's kung fu was strong, how could he be a worthy opponent? When the palm came into contact with the palm, the whole body lost its strength and was firmly held by the palm. Wu Chenzi was the head disciple of the Purple Void Martial School and was quick of eye and hand. Although the back of his hand was touched by Huixin's hand, but when it was holding onto his wrist, he had already flipped his wrist and clawed towards the Huixin acupoint. Although his movements were fast, his internal energy was far from being as good as his. When he touched the wrist, he suddenly felt a strong rebound that actually made his fingers go numb.