Qin Mengyao looked at her with deep meaning. Even the eighteen seed masters, even the raft, who almost achieved great success in Bodhicitta, did not take it in her eyes. Only the "sword monk" in front of her was the most difficult opponent she had encountered since her debut.

Qin Mengyao said softly: "Who else is coming?"

The rest of the people looked at each other, and with the strength shown by Qin Mengyao, it was almost impossible to capture her alive. And they were most afraid that she was the kind of person who gave up nothing but the sword. If they forced her, they were afraid that she would immediately turn against each other. After the fight, they would have to leave a few lives among them.

This is not what they want to see.

Reluctantly sighed, "Miss Mengyao, please leave."

Qin Mengyao was stunned and then said, "Okay."

The rest of the people looked at Qin Mengyao and left, and Xie Feng said angrily: "Master Refusing to part with him is indeed well versed in Mingzhe's behavior of protecting himself." After that, he left with his sleeves.

Reluctant to give up, the seed masters of each sect were also a little dissatisfied with the reluctance to let Qin Mengyao go away with one move. They also left alone, leaving only the fat Taoist of Reluctant to the Wudang Sect.

When the autumn wind blew, the white clothes looked even more reluctant. He said to the fat Taoist: "What's the matter with the little Taoist Master Xiaoban staying?"

Xiaoban Taoist 4∮ said with a smile: "Is there anything important to do if you don't want to leave Master? If there is nothing else, you can drink with me. I know that Master, you were also in the army back then."

Reluctantly sighed, "It's true that I can't hide it from the Taoist priest."

The little daoist said seriously: "It seems that the master is still going to look for Pang Ban?"

He reluctantly said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

The little daoist was silent. From Qin Mengyao's claim to be still not as injured, Pang Ban, who was reluctant to leave, he knew that Pang Ban's strength was probably bottomless. Even if the eighteen-seeded master found him, he would probably have no choice but to Pang Ban.

With Pang Ban nearly a hundred years old and learning from Meng Chixing, a peerless master who was almost invincible a hundred years ago, the magic skills in his hands are probably emerging one after another. It is not surprising that there are one or two secret methods to temporarily suppress injuries.

What's more, Pang Ban's magic skills may have surpassed his master Meng Chixing. How powerful Meng Chixing is, I'm afraid few people don't know about this century. When the eagle used a thick-backed sword to attract thunder from the sky, and did not injure Meng Chixing in the decisive battle of the long street, we can know that Meng Chixing is probably one of the few strong men in ancient times.

It is very likely that Pang Ban, who is better than the blue, has reached a level. Apart from the waves and the clouds and Li Ruohai, no one knows about it in his heart.

Even so, he still has to find Pang Ban. No matter what, it is still the weakest time for Pang Ban. To deal with masters like Pang Ban, the threat caused by a large number of people may not be greater than that caused by a single move, otherwise Li Ruohai would not disband the evil sect's direct lineage and challenge Pang Ban alone.

Upstairs holding the sky and embracing the moon, Pang Ban looked at the sunset gradually disappearing from Snake Mountain, and the magic voice said quietly: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful. It's just near dusk. People in the world say that Li Shangyin is a passionate person, but why did he write such cruel and ruthless poems? If Pang Ban cannot go further, it will be worse than the sunset. Mengyao, do you think this is the case?"

Qin Mengyao looked at this man like a demon. Although he was nearly a hundred years old, he did not look like his qi and blood were declining at all. This was not because Pang Ban deliberately hid his qi and blood, but because he reached Pang Ban's current realm and could not lose his combat power until he sat in the process of transformation.

She looked a little dazed, and always felt that Pang Ban's back at this moment overlapped with Li Zhichang. Li Zhichang often likes to wear white clothes, while Pang Ban likes to wear black clothes, but the color and body shape of the clothes do not hinder the connection between the two.

The confidence, pride and talent that penetrate deep into the bone marrow are almost the same.

Qin Mengyao calmed down and said softly: "Mengyao only knows that after the sunset, there is a bright moon, and after the bright moon, the sky and the earth are reunited, and the cycle of reincarnation is endless, so it is so moving."

Pang Ban turned around, his black hair was dispersed, and said to Qin Mengyao: "Mengyao can answer so cleverly that I realized that Pang Ban is not as good as him in cultivating successors."

Qin Mengyao said seriously: "But the ancestor praised the Demon Master as the first person in ancient and modern times, and even the founder of the Demon Sect is not as good as you."

Pang Ban said: "The bald donkey in Zen Buddhism wants to scold Buddha and scold ancestors. If Pang Ban cannot even take on the first person in ancient and modern times, then wouldn't he live for nothing? You said he is not a little monk?"

A Buddha's name and "Infinite Heavenly Lord" sounded at the same time, and a monk and a path came from afar.

It was clearly the white-clothed "Sword Monk" and the little Taoist of the Wudang Sect. The two stopped downstairs and raised their heads and said, "If the ancestor came from the east, who is qualified to scold the Buddha and scold the ancestors? The demon master should not underestimate the heroes of the world."

‘Hear Buddha and scold ancestors’ is a Zen case:

At that time, Master Xuanjian, a Zen Master Xuanjian of Deshan Academy in Langzhou, went to the hall one day and said, "I have no Buddha and no Dharma. Bodhi and Momo are an old fox, Bodhisattvas of the Tenth Level are man carrying dung, and the second enlightenment is an ordinary person who breaks the precepts. Bodhi Nirvana is a donkey slut, and the twelve parts of the religion are a ghost book, wipe the sore paper, and Buddha is an old Hu shit slut." Another monk asked Zen Master Wenyan of Yunmen Mountain in Shaozhou: What is the Buddha? Yun replied: "Dry shit slut". He also said, "Shaya was born, and pointed to the sky with one hand and the other hand, and walked seven steps around, looking at the clouds in all directions; the sky is the only one in the world. If the old monk saw it, he would kill the dog with a stick and eat it, and would be able to achieve peace in the world."

Although Zen Master Xuanjian and Zen Master Wen Yan's words were different, their hearts were the same, so the Zen sect brought their words and deeds to a public case.

Pang Ban had long discovered reluctance to give up, so he used the allusion of "killing Buddha and scolding ancestors" to implicitly mocking reluctance to give up.

Shaolin is the ancestral court in the field, and the ancestor is naturally Bodhidharma. The implication is that if the ancestor Bodhidharma is still there, Pang Ban would not be as arrogant as he is today.

Pang Ban laughed wildly and said, "Okay, I have been waiting for thirty years. I haven't waited for the third time when Wuxiang Monk came to challenge me, but I waited for the sword monk I looked down on back then. "

The senior brother who was reluctant to leave back then, Bai Dao, the two great masters of Wuxiang Monk, challenged Pang Ban twice and lost twice. However, Pang Ban believed that Wuxiang Monk could be a battle, so he let Wuxiang Monk go twice and waited for his third challenge.

Reluctantly smiled and said, "The masters have no difference in order. Old monk Wuxiang may not be more skilled than Reluctantly. The magician should not underestimate the enemy and fall into the hands of the little monk."

The white clothes, ancient sword, sunset, monk, the quiet scene seemed to be frozen in an instant. Pang Ban looked down and reluctantly, finally sighed: "The ancestor came to the east, the cypress tree in front of the courtyard. Good boy, the monk without thought back then was indeed not as good as you, but you only have one chance. Now I will not kill you."

While the two were playing the maneuver, Pang Ban's energy was pressing down from the upper floor. The little daoist couldn't stand the pressure of this energy and had retreated to the side of the wall. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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