Because he practiced the immortal hammer several times in front of Yin Bailian, this boxing move requires strong meridian tendons, which consumes great physical strength. Therefore, after Sun Yan's next game, there was no competition that day, and he could take a short rest for a long time.

He and Zhang Qingxi returned to the Lingjian Tower and saw a long-lost acquaintance. Sun Yunhe, the Great Saint of Heaven, was waiting downstairs. Sun Yanwan really had no disgust for this "old senior". He smiled and said, "What's wrong with Senior Sun?"

Sun Yunhe thought to himself: "My granddaughter runs through the Spirit Sword Tower every day. What do you think I have to do?"

But the Sun family of Tianji is really not as good as the owner of the Lingjian Tower. Even though Sun Yan was only at the eighth level at this time, Sun Yunhe could only say a little aggrievedly: "I want to come to accompany my granddaughter."

Sun Yan laughed and said, "Since that's the case, Senior Sun, let's go upstairs with me."

At this time, the competition was held in the Arc Group again, and Sima Erlong stepped onto the stone platform with confidence.

A young middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple Taoist robe, surrounded by four Taoist disciples, also arrived at the stone platform. The purple robe was the true costume of Xuanhuang Dao, second only to the Heavenly Master. I saw that when the middle-aged Taoist priest reached out, a Taoist priest handed over a long sword. He held the sword inverted and slowly stepped onto the air, just like walking around the void, and walked onto the stone platform freely.

Zhang Qingxi used this hand to ride the wind skills, but gave the purple-robed Taoist a little bit of aura.

Sima Erlong looked down on him very much and shouted, "He Youzhen! Your airs are getting bigger and bigger."

The purple-robed Taoist He Youzhen smiled slightly and said, "It's not like the senior brother Sima, but the twelve true teachings. There is more Ziyouguan as the foundation. Junior brother, I am away. If I don't have these pomp, how can I win the trust of those donors? If there are no donors, how can I support a family member Dingkou?"

Sun Yanwan was stunned and asked, "Senior Brother, what is the origin of this purple-robed Taoist? Is this behavior due to his temperament or has it been greatly stimulated?" He felt a strong sense of familiarity. This is the serious charlatan!

Zhang Qingxi frowned slightly and said, "Senior Brother He Youzhen is a disciple of Liu Yizhi's uncle. Liu Yizhi's uncle is very talented in accumulating money. He is in charge of the Shanwei Temple, Zhuangzi, Tianmu, shops, escort agencies, business, and disciples of our Songyang School. "

Sun Yanwan was excited when he heard this and said to himself, "No wonder? Such a master uncle needs to communicate more!" He asked hurriedly: "Which mountain is Liu Yizhi's master uncle?"

Zhang Qingxi replied: "We have six main peaks in Songyang Mountain. When we split up, Liu Yizhi's uncle had the most disciples and many disciples, but he took the initiative to give in. Instead of choosing a temple in Songyang Mountain, he led his disciples to travel around the world, raising money everywhere, and built Taoist temples on each road, without a fixed temple, and did not go back to the mountain often. It would be a bit difficult for you to see him."

Sun Yanwan was really a little open-minded, but he didn't expect that there were such talents among the seven friends in Songyang.

Sima Erlong used the long sword and used the Great Songyang Divine Sword. He Youzhen drew the sword out of the sheath and returned the Great Songyang Divine Sword.

Both of them have been learning art in Songyang for a long time, and they are both world-class masters. When they get started, sword shadows fly, and exquisite tricks emerge one after another. Everyone is watching them, secretly praising the Songyang School’s rich heritage and the emergence of masters.

The two fought dozens of moves, Sima Erlong used his sword while concentrating his mind and slapped his sword while slapped his sternly, and released a sharp palm force.

He Youzhen smiled and slapped his backhand, and also emitted a palm force.

The two of them were several feet apart, but the palm force they emitted was like an invisible dragon and snake, colliding in the air, making a rumble and trembling.

Sun Yan had seen several times in the past few days, fighting the palm power, but it was not as exciting as this one. Sima Erlong used the Xuanhao Divine Palm. Zhang Yuanqiao was also good at this palm power. His palm power was pure Yang, and his hands were powerful and powerful. He was really good at destroying the God-Destroying Palm. His palm power was feminine and specialized in eroding the key points around his body. Often, the enemy had been invaded by the palm power before he could not even notice it.

The two of them slashed their swords and slammed their hands, and they were fighting. Zhang Qingxi suddenly said: "Second junior brother, if you meet such a master in the future, don't show off. You must try your best to escape quickly."

"We are so young, losing one or two games is not a humiliation. As long as we are still there, we will always have to get back our face."

Sun Yanwan was slightly stunned and said, "Stay away the green mountains and don't worry about burning firewood."

Zhang Qingxi smiled and said, "This metaphor is very good, it can be considered a good sentence."

Sun Yanwan thought to himself: "I will definitely not show off! Did the eldest brother have any misunderstandings about me?" He made a stern look at the teachings, but did not speak.

The two of them fought for more than a hundred moves in a blink of an eye, but Sima Erlong was still better at his skills. Relying on his deepest skills, he slapped more than twenty palms in a row. He Youzhen resisted more than ten moves, but he was so shameful that he held on for more than twenty palms. Finally, his internal strength was not good for a moment, and Sima Erlong had a palm and fell down the stone platform.

Sun Yanwan did not watch the next game, but meditated cross-legged. On the one hand, it was time to practice the Ziwu Sutra, and on the other hand, he also wanted to give Yin Bailian a guide to the eighteen ways of hitting the immortal hammer, and stroking it carefully from beginning to end.

Since Sun Yan practiced martial arts late, he had developed a habit of understanding the profound meaning of every move, every move, and every sentence of the mind. When encountering uncertainties, he would mark several possibilities and verify with the teacher and senior brother that such a way to learn, in this martial arts world, is simply the supreme weapon to learn anything.

He fell into a state of refining Qi and soon he forgot about everything.

The great saint of Tianji Sun Yunhe has always been worried about his granddaughter, for fear that Sun Yanwan and his granddaughter would have something to do.

Although Sun Yan was only twelve years old and obviously did not have this ability, what if this little bastard is talented?

Lao Sun was really worried.

But he didn't expect that the same thing was not the case in the Lingjian Tower.

Except for watching one or two occasional competitions, Sun Yanwan almost always discussed martial arts with Zhang Qingxi, meditating and practicing, and hardly spoke to Sun Lingdie or Nanmeng.

Sun Yunhe let go of his heart, but the other heart was raised again, up and down, in a mess.

Seeing that Sun Yan had been meditating for a whole day, at night, his granddaughter and Miss Eight from Nan Meng's family prepared their own food, and he then enjoyed dinner comfortably.

Sun Yunhe was very angry, but he had no choice but to have dinner with him and took Sun Lingdie away.

Nanmeng Palace did not stay much, and instructed the maid to clean up the Spirit Sword Tower and floated away.

There were only two brothers left in the Lingjian Tower. Sun Yanwan suddenly asked, "Senior Brother, how powerful do you think you are fighting the immortal hammer all the way? Can it be considered a good martial art?"

Sun Yanwan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and created this boxing technique. Although he defeated several opponents by relying on the Dragon Elephant Prajna along the way, he still had no confidence in this boxing technique. Originally, he thought this was a game work, just like he had studied it himself. The combination of Hunyuan stake and Demon Sword Technique was even more powerful, but Yin Bailian's attention made him have a little distracting thought - have I made a good martial art?
Chapter completed!