Young White Horse: Legend of Beili: Jianghu Inn

Chapter 147

The heroes around were stunned. They didn't expect this situation.

"The Jianghu Inn is well-deserved. Fairy Qiuyu is too strong."

"Liu Yue is probably not her opponent."

"Who said before that Fairy Qiuyu was defeated in three moves?"

"Hmph, the battle is not over yet. The little monk still has a high chance of winning."

On the silver ring.

The aftermath of the battle hit the white light screen.

The little monk's face was solemn, and he put away his contempt. "Female donor, be careful. I will go all out next time."

Feng Qiuyu's long hair was flying, her face was calm, and her hands were on the piano.

"Heavenly Eyes!"

The little monk's eyes flashed with golden light. As he stepped on the ground, the sound of the piano rippled into his body, but it did not disturb his mind.

He punched and broke through the sound blades, and walked towards Feng Qiuyu step by step.

Feng Qiuyu looked at this scene, his hands were still swinging, but his eyes were thoughtful.

The little monk was very powerful, and he could be said to be the first person in the realm of freedom.

"Ambush from all sides!"

The sound of the battlefield enveloped the ring, the drums thundered, and the murderous aura was rising.

The monk's steps forward paused, and then golden light shone in his eyes, and finally the white and golden light around his body merged to form a platinum shield.

"Zizizizi..."

Countless sharp blades slashed across the shield, making a harsh friction sound.

The monk suddenly jumped up, broke through the ambush from all sides, came in front of Feng Qiuyu, and punched.

Feng Qiuyu's pupils shrank. She didn't expect the monk to come so quickly. The black guqin surged with power and poured into her body. She swung out a palm in a hurry.

Fists and palms met!

Feng Qiuyu flew backwards, spitting blood and falling into the air. Obviously injured.

The monk was unyielding, bullied him, and punched him again.

Feng Qiuyu stabilized her body and gritted her teeth to take it.

Her body flew out again and hit the light curtain of the ring fiercely.

Feng Qiuyu held the guqin in one hand and supported herself on the ground with the other hand. She slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Qiuyu!"

Under the ring, Sikong Changfeng exclaimed, his eyes full of heartache, and he wanted to go on stage and beat up the little monk.

But he held back. As a referee of the ring, he couldn't do that.

First up.

Jiang Chen stopped Ye Dingzhi and the others who wanted to rush up and shouted: "What are you doing? It's a fair fight on the ring."

"Also, believe in Qiuyu, the disciples of Jianghu Inn are never afraid."

Seeing the blood on Feng Qiuyu's clothes, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Chen glanced at the little monk, and then slowly looked at Master Kongwu.

Master Kongwu felt something in his heart, looked over, his heart suddenly jumped, and he quickly put his hands together.

"Amitabha."

Jiang Chen raised his lips and nodded to Master Kongwu.

Master Kongwu retracted his gaze, looked at the ring, and sighed. He had a bad feeling.

Little disciple, little disciple, why are you so cruel? The people in Jianghu Inn seem to be very protective of their shortcomings!

"Give up." The little monk walked towards Feng Qiuyu step by step, and the sound of steady footsteps sounded.

Feng Qiuyu calmed down the rolling of her internal force, and felt the pressure of the little monk's momentum. She sat down calmly, and the black guqin stood upright.

"Huh?"

Seeing this, the little monk exclaimed softly and shook his head, "Your guqin sound is useless to me."

Feng Qiuyu ignored him, glanced at Sikong Changfeng, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Ding~"

Feng Qiuyu closed her eyes and played the guqin lightly. In a trance, her long hair fluttered and her dress moved without wind.

A powerful aura surged from her, sweeping across the silver arena.

"What is this?!"

The little monk was stunned, shocked by the sudden change.

Feng Qiuyu opened his eyes, a smile on his face, looked at the little monk, and waved his guqin with both hands.

The powerful sound of the guqin rushed towards the little monk.

"Xiaoyao Tianjing?!?"

The little monk exclaimed, his eyes full of disbelief. Breaking through in battle requires a tenacious heart and a fearless spirit.

The next second, his eyes changed and he appeared in an unfamiliar environment.

The peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the small bridges and pavilions were beautiful.

"Heavenly Eyes, Break!"

The little monk knew that this was an illusion, and his eyes flashed with golden light, but the scene in front of him did not change.

"Isn't this an illusion?" He was horrified and puzzled.

A beautiful melody came, and the little monk suddenly fell into a daze, with a silly smile on his face.

Outside.

Jiang Chen looked at Gu Chen, who smiled, "Haha, Junior Brother Qiuyu has learned from me."

"However, illusions should be useless to the little monk. The Buddhist supernatural power of the sky eye can break illusions."

Gu Chen frowned slightly, a little confused.

Jiang Chen touched his chin, thinking, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "This is not an illusion, but a fusion of illusions.Realm of the realm!"

"So, in the eyes of the enemy, it is real."

"Junior sister Qiuyu has a strong talent for martial arts."

"Realm?" Gu Chen murmured.

The heroes around were shocked. They thought Feng Qiuyu was going to lose, but they suddenly broke through the free and easy realm.

A moment.

On the ring.

The void was rippled, and Feng Qiuyu and the little monk showed their figures.

Feng Qiuyu stood on the ring, while the little monk lay on the ring with a bruised face.

"Fairy Qiuyu, I like you!"

"Too strong, too beautiful, Fairy Qiuyu is invincible!"

"The king of the silver ring!"

Some young men saw this scene, their eyes showed admiration, and they stared at the heroic Feng Qiuyu on the ring.

Sikong Changfeng heard the voices around him, his face darkened, looked around, and remembered some people's faces.

"I am not an opponent. "

At the Jixia Academy, Lei Mengsha shook his head and smiled bitterly. Originally, he wanted to go on stage. He was confident that he could break the little monk's golden bell.

Now he has completely given up. He can't beat the girl on the stage at all.

Xiao Ruofeng looked at Feng Qiuyu and sighed softly, "Everyone in Jianghu Inn is like a dragon!"

Among the heroes around, no one looked down on Jianghu Inn anymore.

Feng Qiuyu's body flashed with white light, and the next second she flew out of the silver stage and landed next to Sikong Changfeng.

The little monk was carried back by the people of Shaolin Temple.

"What's the situation?"

"Why doesn't Fairy Qiuyu accept the blessing of the stage?"

The heroes around looked puzzled.

Feng Qiuyu looked at the first person.

Jiang Chen understood, and stood up at this time, saying in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Qiuyu has advanced to the Free Heaven Realm and gave up the battle for the king of the silver stage."

"Heroes who haven't come on stage yet can go on stage and fight! "

As soon as these words came out.

A lively discussion broke out all around.

"Fairy Qiuyu is generous!"

"We still have a chance."

"Haha, I'm going to pick up a bargain!"

A young man jumped onto the stage, his aura shaking.

"Tianjianmen, Chen Feiduo."

"Hmph, it's not your turn to pick up a bargain." Another young man flew into the stage.

"Xueyue City, Luohe."

Hearing this, Chen Feiduo's eyes fixed, and it turned out to be the mysterious person from Xueyue City.

But he was not scared.