The three monks who came from the same sect looked surprised, and frowned deeply when they saw the blue-clothed man who appeared suddenly, just to follow the rules on the mountain and give a warning first.
"Fellow Daoist, we have some personal grudges with this woman, so don't meddle in other people's business, at least we have to weigh our own abilities first, otherwise we three four-level monks will not be able to hold back later."
The words of the three of them clearly did not want to cause any side effects, and advised the unknown guest in blue to leave quickly.
Guan Huaping's face was full of joy at first, but after listening to the words of the three monks, his face was tangled, and after a while, he sacrificed all the magic weapons and said decisively: "Young master Chen, you go, it's none of your business."
Chen Jiu ignored her, and said to himself: "Three people..."
He moved his fingers and counted, "Nine breaths."
Finally, Chen Jiu nodded and said firmly, "Almost."
The three monks looked suspicious, wondering what the green-clothed man was up to.
Chen Jiu had arrived in an instant, and when the three of them were caught off guard, he kicked the leader's head, kicked his head down hard, and smashed it into the ground. Another shot.
The man's expression was shocked, he hurriedly sacrificed his magic weapon, stood in front of him, and suddenly shattered, revealing his horrified face, and was directly smashed to death by Chen Jiu's fist, then Chen Jiu turned his fist into a palm, grabbed his head, and squatted down He lowered himself, dodged the other monk's attack, and pinched the monk with one hand. Even if he jumped, he punched the last monk with his free hand.
The man's chest was sunken from the beating, and after he fell to the ground, he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
Chen Jiu's eyes were golden and thunderous, looking at the monk in his hand, he was like a god who was not angry and prestige.
The monk was pinched by Chen Jiu, and he was already extremely terrified. He was full of tears at the moment, and he didn't even dare to say the words of begging for mercy.
The golden light in the eyes of the green-clothed man faded slowly, he threw the crying monk aside, and said indifferently: "If you don't die later, remember to collect the body for your brother."
The monk raised his head blankly, not knowing what he meant.
The head was kicked, flew 100 meters across, shot into a mansion building, collapsed with a bang, and there was no more sound.
All the monks who were fighting in the courtyard stopped their hands and looked at the man in blue, not daring to breathe.
Really instantly killed three monks of the four realms!
This combat power is too fucking outrageous, right? !
What kind of physical training is this, he's a god of war!
Some who recognized Chen Jiu found something was wrong and began to run down the mountain quietly. After all, he had laughed at Chen Ruanfan at the beginning, and if he held grudges and punched him, his small body would not be able to bear it.
Guan Huaping was particularly pleasantly surprised, his small mouth was bluffed, he didn't expect that Mr. Chen, whom he was thinking of, would be such a tyrannical body repairer.
The woman was stunned for a moment, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
The young master's posture when beating people is also very good-looking, or he is fighting for himself.
Thinking of this, the smile on the pretty woman's face became wider, and then her eyes fixed, and she noticed that Chen Jiu's hand was already dripping with blood.
Guan Huaping's face was worried for a moment, and he hurried to Chen Jiu's side, took out some healing medicine from the magic weapon stored, and was about to apply it on Chen Jiu's hands.
It's just that when the woman was about to apply the medicine, she saw Chen Jiu's chest that had been blown to pieces and the wound that was still bleeding.
The corners of the pretty woman's eyes were sore, and she didn't like to cry very much, but her eyes were filled with tears, and she asked in a crying voice: "Master, does it hurt?"
Chen Jiu grinned and said disdainfully, "It's a small injury, nothing to worry about."
The scholar ran over, stretched out his thumb, and exclaimed, "Hero!"
Guan Huaping's eyes were fixed, and she scolded coquettishly: "What kind of hero is he, who is considered a hero after being injured like this? Then I would rather the young master is not a hero."
The scholar was stunned, looked at Chen Jiu, and asked doubtfully, "My wife?"
Chen Jiu also shook his head in a daze.
The scholar was surprised, I don't know why the woman reacted so strongly, and immediately asked the woman: "Admiration?"
Guan Huaping applied the medicine for Chen Jiu, her cheeks were blushing, and she said angrily, "So what?"
The scholar cupped his hands and said with a smile, "It's really a man and a woman."
Guan Huaping's attitude towards the scholar changed instantly, and he also clasped his hands and replied: "Mr. is really a talented person."
Chen Jiu was speechless watching from the side, why did the two of them keep talking about it.
While the three were talking.
In the distance, the Xuanguang Gate of the Dongfu suddenly closed.
All the monks noticed the change, stopped fighting, and looked surprised.
The world spun and the mountains disappeared.
Everyone was stunned, and they had arrived at a wide world, in which there were three Baizhang chessboards.
Everyone was surprised and horrified, and the noise continued for a while.
There was a sudden movement on the three Baizhang chessboards, and a small old man who looked like a land lord emerged from among them, holding a white jade bodhi staff, slapped his forehead, looked at the crowd and said with a smile: "The fish is picked up with a net, and the harvest is not small."
The noisy discussion of monks under it was even louder.
The little old man slammed the white jade bodhi stick to the ground, made a loud noise, and said with a smile, "Quiet."
A monk strode out and asked angrily: "Who are you, don't tease us, let us out quickly, or afterwards..."
Before the monk could finish speaking, the little old man stretched out his finger, crushing him into meat paste like crushing an ant, and the blood overflowed.
The monks around looked terrified and dared not speak.
The little old man smiled again: "I told you to be quiet, understand?"
No one dared to speak out.
The little old man shook his head again, "If I tell you to be quiet, it's really quiet. A monk has no blood at all. How can he compete with the heavens for the way? It seems that the casting of this issue is just another empty selection."
A monk boldly asked: "Senior, I don't know why you called me here?"
The old man nodded, as if admiring the man, and explained: "My Taoism has been passed down for thousands of years, but my time has come, and I only leave this body outside the body, and there is no successor to the Taoism. Today, the cave opens and invites you to come here." , is to choose three people to inherit my lineage!"
Among the words, many places are vague, leaving everyone to guess.
The little old man looked at the person who asked the question again, "You are very good."
The man was flattered.
The short old man smiled strangely again, "It's just that I said to be quiet."
So in an instant, the man was left with only flesh and blood.
Everyone in the audience was terrified.
Except for one person.
Chen Jiu looked at the old man happily, wondering if this funny-looking old man could kill him.
After waiting for a while, the little old man smiled and said slowly, "Since you are the one who chooses to inherit the Taoism, you must be extremely outstanding, so you have to select it."
He struck the ground again with the white jade bodhi staff, and three blurred figures suddenly appeared on the three chessboards.
The old man said with a smile: "A sword cultivator, a physique cultivator, and a cultivator who is proficient in Taoism and talismans are just three realms. Those who can pass the challenge will be the inheritors of my Taoism."
Most of the audience frowned.
So Easy?
Even if this is a sword repair, it is only three realms, is it too easy?
Some monks didn't want to get involved, so they bowed to the old man and said respectfully: "Senior, if I don't want to inherit your lineage, can I leave this place?"
The short old man turned his head slightly, as if moving his neck, and said with a smile: "If there is no one in the cast, then all of them will be killed. If there is one, half will live, two will live all, and there will be three, then it will be more exciting, you guys You can take all the magic weapons you have taken away."
As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the audience were shocked again, but they didn't dare to discuss it, for fear of making the old man unhappy.
The old man yawned and said impatiently, "No one will come out within five breaths, kill them all."
One person walked straight out and landed on the chessboard of the cultivator who was proficient in Taoism and Talismans.
The old man nodded, "That's right."
Afterwards, two people came out one after another, with swords on their waists, and they turned out to be two quasi-sword cultivators.
Among them is an "acquaintance" of Chen Jiu, Song Hongxiu who walked with him for a few days.
Song Hongxiu got on the physical training chessboard, and the flying sword was out of its sheath behind him, and he held it in his hand.
The little old man nodded and said with a smile, "Everyone is here for the opening."
The three blurred figures moved abruptly and came straight towards the three of them.
The three of them had their own countermeasures and used their means one after another. The first cultivator sacrificed a one-man formation, which first blocked the attack of the blurred figure, and then made a tactic with both hands, and cast a lightning strike to attack.
The fuzzy figure stopped suddenly and returned it with lightning.
The two fought hard.
Compared with this chessboard, the other two sides are much easier. The two quasi-sword cultivators fought against the blurry figure on the opposite side, and all their swords were killer moves, killing their lives.
In the end Song Hongxiu killed the fuzzy figure with an extremely fast sword move, took the lead, and stood in the center of the chessboard, feeling that this trial was nothing more than that.
Another sword cultivator followed closely, and also killed the vague sword cultivator opposite him.
The three of them had killed two of them. According to the old man's reasoning, the monks present would be able to survive.
There are monks regretting it, it's so simple, why didn't I have the guts to try it, and missed such a great opportunity for nothing!
Is it true that, as the old man said, the spirit is the heaviest on the road of cultivation?
The scholar frowned, and whispered to Chen Jiu next to him, "I feel something is wrong."
Chen Jiu nodded, "I think so too."
He pointed to the little old man, "This old man doesn't distinguish front and back nasal sounds."
The scholar was taken aback, "That's it?"
Chen Jiu asked back, "Otherwise?"
The scholar scratched his head, frowned and asked, "Is there no other place?"
Chen Jiuming thought hard, and then replied: "This old man has different beards on both sides."
The scholar had nothing to say to him.
The two concerns are different, say a hammer.
In the end, the cultivator also killed the blurry figure on the opposite side with a lot of effort.
So far, there are only three monks left on the three chessboards.
The little old man smiled and walked slowly.
That Song Hongxiu withdrew his sword proudly, with a cold expression on his face, he paid homage to the little old man, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I have seen the master."
The old man chuckled.
The other two hurriedly wanted to salute, but they were stopped by the old man. He raised his brows and said with a playful smile, "I said that you should inherit the orthodoxy, but I didn't say that you wanted to be your master."
Song Hongxiu got up, and said righteously: "Master, for us to preach and accept the karma, and to trouble the master, Hong Xiu should do the disciple ceremony for you, the master."
Chen Jiu was under him, looking very shocked.
Good lick dog!
The little old man chuckled and only asked, "When did I say you are qualified?"
Song Hongxiu was surprised, and said in a little panic: "Isn't it just that you just pass the pass?"
The old man struck the ground with his white jade bodhi stick, and asked with a smile, "Have you passed the test?"
He stretched out his hand again, and three fuzzy figures appeared on the chessboard again, and said with a smile: "The monks are in the same realm, but there are differences in strength and weakness. You killed the weak three realms just now, and now you are in the strong three realms. Then ..."
A narrow smile appeared on the old man's face, and he beckoned.
"Come again."