Vol 2 Chapter 508: Self victory

In the three ancient temples.
Only Jingyuan Temple has a clear Zen Temple.
The other two large Zen temples, only smell their names but not their shapes.
For two hundred years, no one from the two Zen temples has appeared.
Unexpectedly, this met a monk of Fengyin Temple.
Hollow Master said: "The monks of Fengyin Temple do not follow the customary rituals. Their robes are casual, they do not avoid wine and meat, marriage and marriage, and are bohemian."
Xia Qingchen's eyes were dull.
Different monks have different Buddhist ways.
Xia Qingchen's way of repairing the Buddha at Fengyin Temple is not surprising.
He is strange.
Master Hollow, who is actually the same generation as the young monk in front of him, also respectfully calls the other party a master.
"Master Wu Hua, this is Xia Qingchen and Xia Gongzi who complete the "Lan Hai Ancient Scriptures."" Hollow Master introduced.
Wu Hua is looking down at an ancient scripture with her head down.
It is the original "Lanhai Ancient Classics".
Hearing his words, he did not raise his head and said, "The ancient scriptures and poor monks have finished their enlightenment. Master Hollow can see if there are any objections."
Master Wu Hua twisted her hand and flicked forward.
It should have been thrown towards the hollow master.
But not only intentionally or unintentionally, he turned to Xia Qingchen.
The latter had sharp eyes and stretched out two fingers, accurately pinching.
This hand is not flipped quickly, it seems that there is not much power.
Unexpectedly, after being clamped, Xia Qingchen discovered the amazing power hidden in the hand.
Xia Qingchen got rid of Xia Qingchen's fingers and flew towards his door.
If really hit, although not seriously injured, embarrassment is inevitable.
Xia Qingchen responded extremely quickly.
The broken sword in the waist followed the movement of the heart and immediately unsheathed.
The sharp sword-tip hole penetrates the handgrip and penetrates it.
Then at an even more alarming rate, suddenly stab to the flowerless.
How fast is Flying Sword?
As soon as thunder.
Unpredictable.
Wu Hua's head suddenly lifted, his eyes flashing in surprise.
His palms slammed towards the ground, and the person turned backwards and retreated.
Try to avoid this sword.
But just standing still, the extreme sharp edge quickly stabs.
At this moment, he was unavoidable.
Seeing to be stabbed.
Suddenly the sword suddenly stopped.
The icy tip of the sword was only an inch away from the no flower.
Further forward, you can pierce its head.
Wu Hua secretly exclaimed a cold sweat, but she seemed very calm on the face: "Xia Shizhu, what is this for?"
He didn't admit it at all and secretly added extra power to his hands.
Xia Qingchen said lightly: "Nothing, just hope that the next time Master Wu Hua throws things, he will be more accurate! Xia Mou has too many enemies, similar moves, it is easy to be judged as an enemy attack."
With no expression on his face and no expression, he grabbed his hand from the tip of the sword and calmly said: "Don't worry, Xia."
He threw the handpiece back to Master Hollow.
Looking back at Xia Qingchen again, his eyes were pale like water: "I heard that Xia donor's strength is amazing, and he is Qingyang Yuyu and Taiwen Taiji, and is called Tianyueling Sanyang?"
is it?
Xia Qingchen practiced abroad and did not pay attention to Tianyueling's criticism.
"It's everyone's error." Xia Qingchen said indifferently.
People, it is better to be humble.
They are just arrogance on the bright surface of Tianyueling, how many powerful masters of the same generation have never surfaced in the dark?
The most typical one is Situ Feng.
Who knows, his modest words, Wu Hua nodded in agreement, saying: "Everyone really praises you, and just from your shot, the strength is actually average."
"Yu Qingyang and Yuwen Taiji can be called the scorching sun of Tianyueling, but you are indeed lacking in fire, and everyone is a little too high for you."
Xia Qingchen looked dull.
There was not much anger because he never cared about others' evaluations.
But Qiu Qiu and Lian Xing couldn't be more angry.
Qiu Qiu looked scornful: "My house is not good, can you?"
Wu Hua Nian has a faint smile: "The little monk thinks it is stronger than Xia Shizhu! Judging from the performance just now, it is obviously better than me."
what?
Qiu Qiu and Lian Xing's eyes widened.
If you open your eyes and talk nonsense, you have to be a bit of a bottom line?
The blind can see that Xia Qingchen was merciful just now, otherwise he was forced into an embarrassed flowerless situation, and he was already poked with a sword in his head.
Now there is a face saying that he is better?
Qiu Qiu shook his head straightly: "Sorry, I haven't really seen where you are better."
Wu Hua chuckled: "Buddha is deep and deep, and it's normal for you to understand a demon dog."
Hey!
Qiu Qiu smashed his mouth, anyway, it is a demon dog in the middle star position, and his eyes are not blind, how can I not understand?
Lian Xing chuckled: "Since you are so powerful, will you compare with my Xia Lang?"
However, Wu Hua shook her head.
Put your hands together: "Amitabha, one of the Buddha's ways, is not to compete with others, but to save all sentient beings, to fight meaninglessly, and the poor monks disdain."
His tongue is as bright as a lotus, and he does not give Lian Xing a chance to speak at all.
He continued: "The poor monk is just telling the truth, pointing out the shortcomings and shortcomings of Lord Xia. You are so anxious to justify it, and you can see that the impatience is due to the negligence of the master."
"I hope you will correct it a little bit in the future, otherwise your state of mind will be sluggish and will definitely affect martial arts cultivation!"
Then, he looked to Xia Qingchen and said, "Sent to Xia Shizhu, there is a sky outside, and there are people outside. I hope Xia Shizhu will bear in mind, and I don't want the poor monks to teach today."
After that, I didn't continue to ignore them.
Shaking his gaze, turning away without looking back, the inscrutable said: "The poor monk is lacking, the handbook left behind, you have a good understanding, if you can understand one-tenth of it, for you all There is great benefit."
Qiu Qiu's four claws scratched the ground and said: "This dead monk!"
Lian Xing went crazy.
This act of self-declaration of victory, belittle everyone, and then immediately leave, it really makes people countless.
Xia Qingchen's face was faint, and he said, "Teach me? It's probably not worthy of you."
Under the control of the broken sword that had not yet been sheathed, it descended from the sky, drawing a fan-shaped sword gas and pushing away.
Straight to the back without flowers,
All the way to the trees and trees.
Sand and gravel exploded.
Wuhua didn't need to turn her head, but also felt the horror behind her.
He hurried forward and tried to avoid Jian Qi.
His physical style is good, and it really avoids Jianqi.
But the debris that exploded and died, still hit his body, making him tremble and groan.
When the sword gas converged.
A big blood bubble was smashed by a stone on the head of the flowerless light!
There are many scratches on his face.
He turned his head angrily: "What are you doing?"
Xia Qingchen withdrew his sword and said lightly: "On this strength, I still claim to be the winner? Go back to practice for a few years and talk about it."
No flowers lost, no loss, nostrils hummed: "It hurts to hurt someone behind me, Lord Xia is really disappointing! Your mentality can never surpass me."
Speaking, walk away immediately, step into the lounge.
Xia Qingchen glanced at his back and said blankly: "Where is this madman? Did no one treat him?"