Young White Horse: Legend of Beili: Jianghu Inn

Liu Yue did not underestimate the little monk in front of him, but rather treated him as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He took the lead in attacking.

"The wind rises and the flowers fall!"

The cold wind whistled, and golden flowers emerged.

The little monk still smiled, looking at this scene calmly. He put his hands together and moved slightly.

"Golden Bell Cover!"

A golden bell shadow emerged, covering the little monk.

The cold wind swept through, and the golden flowers fell, but it caused a little ripple.

"Buddhist magical power, Golden Bell Cover!"

"Shaolin Temple has produced a young genius."

Everyone around looked at Master Kongwu. They thought that Shaolin Temple was just a guest, but they didn't expect it to be so hidden.

Liu Yue frowned. It turned out to be a Buddhist magical power. At such a young age, he has cultivated this martial art known as the world's number one defense.

This is tricky.

"Senior Brother Liu can't break this Golden Bell Cover." Xiao Ruofeng's face showed a trace of helplessness.

"The champion of the silver ring should belong to Shaolin Temple." Luo Xuan sighed. He thought he had won it easily, but a Cheng Yaojin appeared.

Lei Mengsha looked at the first person and said slowly: "You seem to have forgotten Jianghu Inn?"

On the silver ring.

Liu Yue circled the golden bell cover, and the golden ruler in his hand kept slashing, but the golden bell cover did not move at all.

The little monk looked at Liu Yue with a smile, not panicking at all.

Liu Yue was very unwilling in his heart. He closed his eyes, and the white light merged into his body. He raised the golden ruler in his hand and shouted angrily:

"The ruler breaks the sky!"

A huge platinum ruler shadow emerged and slashed at the golden bell cover fiercely.

Boom!

The light shone everywhere, covering the silver ring.

When the light dissipated, the people around exclaimed.

"The golden bell cover is broken!"

"It's hard to say who will win now."

Cracks slowly appeared on the golden bell shadow, and finally disappeared.

Liu Yue's eyes lit up, and he chanted, "Shadow Kill!"

The little monk smiled calmly, his eyes flashing with golden light, he stepped forward and punched out.

"Bang!"

Liu Yue's figure appeared, and he flew backwards in an instant and fell on the ring.

The little monk moved his body slightly, seemingly slowly, but in fact it was instant. He came in front of Liu Yue and punched again.

Liu Yue resisted in a panic, and his body flew backwards again, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Buddhist magical power, heavenly eye!"

Liu Yue slowly stood up, his eyes showing horror. What kind of monster is this, who has cultivated two great Buddhist magical powers.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "I lost."

Liu Yue knew himself well. The little monk not only had great skills, but also had a high realm, which was the peak of the Great Freedom Realm.

The little monk heard this and nodded with a smile on his face. He then gently stroked the white light around him, with a curious look on his face.

Liu Yue returned to her position and smiled bitterly: "This man is very strong, I am no match for him."

Xiao Ruofeng comforted: "Brother Liu, don't blame yourself, winning or losing doesn't matter."

He looked at Lei Mengsha: "Brother Lei..."

Lei Mengsha's eyes flickered, thinking slightly.

First place.

Gu Chen said: "I didn't expect Shaolin Temple to be so hidden, this little monk is very powerful."

Jiang Chen was also surprised, he didn't expect Shaolin Temple to have the ambition to compete.

Feng Qiuyu on the side showed a fighting spirit and looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen understood what she meant and nodded to her.

"Sister, defeat him!" Yin Luoxia raised her fist.

"Sister, come on!"

"Sister, show them how powerful our Jianghu Inn is!"

Feng Qiuyu turned into a white figure and rushed to the ring.

"Jianghu Inn, Feng Qiuyu." Feng Qiuyu looked calm and looked at the little monk.

The young monk touched his head when he saw the newcomer, and then put his hands together, "This female donor, your fists and feet are blind, I'm afraid you will be hurt."

"How about the female donor admit defeat?"

Feng Qiuyu frowned, this young monk actually looked down on her.

"Junior sister, beat him up!" Sikong Changfeng shouted from the ring.

"Is there no one in Jianghu Inn? Why did you send a girl?"

"Is this just a formality?"

"Maybe this girl can defeat the young monk."

"Are you kidding? The young monk has mastered the two great magical powers of Buddhism. Liu Yue from Jixia Academy is not his opponent. Can this girl win???"

"I bet she will lose in ten moves, no, three moves."

The heroes around were talking, and some people were one-sided about the chances of the two winning, mainly because the young monk was too strong.

With such strength, they can be defeated.

Feng Qiuyu chuckled, found a long sword in his hand, and stepped forward, a powerful momentum surged out.

"Great Freedom Peak?" The little monk's face was stern, a little unexpected.

Whoosh!

The sword flashed.

The little monk looked calm, and golden light appeared around him.

The long sword pierced the golden bell, emitting aA crisp sound.

Feng Qiuyu swung her sword and chopped dozens of times. She wanted to try this defensive magic.

"Donor lady, it's useless. You can't break my defense." The little monk shook his head calmly.

Seeing that Feng Qiuyu didn't listen to his advice, the little monk withdrew his magic, stepped on his feet, and punched out.

Feng Qiuyu raised the corner of his mouth, tiptoed to the back, threw down his sword, and sat down cross-legged.

The little monk was surprised. Why did he abandon his weapon while fighting?

The black guqin appeared, Feng Qiuyu's clothes rustled, and her long hair fluttered. She looked at the little monk, stroked the guqin with both hands, and shouted softly:

"Please listen to a song of lovesickness!"

A deep and sad melody rippled away.

"Okay."

The little monk smiled when he heard it, and the next second he was blank and stood there in a daze.

"Listen to another heartbreaking song!"

The sad and mournful sound of the piano suddenly sounded, filling the arena.

The little monk's originally dazed look instantly recovered, and he looked at Feng Qiuyu in surprise, "You didn't fall for it?"

He did it on purpose before, waiting for Feng Qiuyu to approach, and caught her off guard.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qiuyu didn't fall for it, but instead launched a series of attacks, but he didn't dare to take this attack now.

"Golden Bell Cover!"

The golden bell shadow emerged, blocking the sound of the piano.

Feng Qiuyu saw this, frowned slightly, and moved his hands quickly, sweeping the sound blades on the golden bell cover.

The golden bell cover had a few ripples, destroying the sound blades.

"Female donor, don't waste your efforts, unless you can break it with brute force like Liu Yue." The little monk closed his hands and smiled.

He was already invincible with this move.

"Hmph, then I'll break your turtle shell!"

Feng Qiuyu closed his eyes, exuding a murderous aura. A phantom appeared behind him, holding a guqin.

"Battlefield Elegy!"

The sound of the guqin appeared.

A murderous aura spread, roars sounded, figures fell one after another, and scenes of blood and killing appeared out of thin air...

The sound of the guqin was sometimes passionate, sometimes low, like crying and complaining.

The music slowly hit the golden bell cover, one wave after another.

A moment.

A crack appeared on the golden bell cover, and finally broke apart.

The little monk stared at this scene in amazement. He roared before he could think about it.

"Lion Roar Skill!"

A powerful sound wave hit the sound of the guqin.

First on.

"Is this, high-frequency resonance?"

Jiang Chen was thoughtful, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"After breaking the Golden Bell, Junior Brother Qiuyu will have to fight hard," Gu Chen stroked his beard.

Jiang Chen smiled, "I believe Junior Sister Qiuyu, this is also a good thing for her, it can inspire her fighting spirit."