When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Chu Yang, who was still in high spirits in the ring, was ordered to be detained by the head of the ring in a blink of an eye.

Master Qingxu Peak personally sealed him with his cultivation, and then sent him to the Law Enforcement Hall for custody. But the matter didn't end here. Before Chu Yang came here, he suspected that he had used demonic energy to hurt You Yi of Tiandaozong. Although there was no definite evidence, he still had to give Tiandaozong an explanation. Secondly, where did his magic sword come from, and whether there is any problem with his own background, all of them need to be investigated.

The two ways of righteousness and magic are not at odds with each other, but in recent years, the way of magic has been relatively peaceful, and the two sides have not fought much. But those people in the Demonic Dao are determined to make troubles, and the friction and confrontation between the two sides have never stopped.

It would be fine if it was found out that Chu Yang had nothing to do with the Demon Dao, but if it was found out that he was suspicious at all, I'm afraid he would end badly.

The disciples who watched the whole process sighed endlessly, but it was related to the way of magic, so naturally no one sympathized with him. As for the atmosphere of the three sects became subtle again because of his actions, it was the sect master and peak master who needed to worry. Not to mention ordinary disciples who watched the excitement, even Yun Qingyue and Tan Xin, who came to the end of the martial arts discussion, had no room to comment.

Yun Qingyue watched the whole process from under the arena, and when she saw something abnormal on Chu Yang's body was discovered, her slightly tensed heartstrings relaxed a little. However, she felt intuitively that the doubts about Chu Yang were not limited to the sword, but more to him.

"Senior sister, let's go, go back, you have to compete tomorrow." After watching the excitement, Zhong Heng took the initiative to greet Yun Qingyue, and couldn't help but muttered: "That person is also Chu Yang, why do you think so?" Do you want to go astray? I saw him fighting with Tan Xin before, and I thought he could win another counterattack, but I didn't expect him to rely on such means to get to where he is today!"

Zhong Heng's words were just sighs, with a vague sense of hatred that iron can't be made into steel. But at this moment, there were quite a few people talking about Chu Yang, and what they said was even worse. After all, Chu Yang's previous appearance as a dark horse really aroused the envy of many people.

Yun Qingyue has good ears, and she listened to all the discussions around her. She walked a few steps with Zhong Heng in the arms of the little white tiger, and then stopped suddenly.

Zhongheng was still muttering something, when he noticed she stopped, he turned around and asked, "What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

Yun Qingyue glanced back and saw Tan Xin standing up on the ring with the support of several senior brothers—the young monk was indeed of advanced cultivation, coupled with the natural restraint of the evil spirit by Buddhist exercises, he was the first to discover Chu Yang was wrong. But the previous confrontation was not easy for him. Judging from his current situation, he should also be injured.

Seeing this, Zhong Heng followed Yun Qingyue with his eyes, and saw Tan Xin who was almost forgotten. He frowned, and said with a complicated mood: "Tan Xin seems to be hurt... Senior Sister, do you want to go and have a look?"

Yun Qingyue nodded, just as there was no need to find a reason, he took out a bottle of elixir and walked over in a grand manner.

Tan Xin was born with red lips and white teeth, and looked like a teenager, and he was indeed the youngest among all the seniors. Normally, the brothers would take good care of him, not to mention that this time he was rarely injured, and the brothers around him were also very nervous. Seeing Yun Qingyue approaching at this time, he was so impatient that he even subconsciously moved forward, trying to keep this little junior at his back.

Fortunately, Tan Xin was not affected by Chu Yang, took the initiative to take a step forward, and saluted eleven: "Senior Sister Yun."

Yun Qingyue stopped three steps away, returned a salute, handed out the pill, and said, "This is the Yuqing Pill refined by my Uncle Qing Lan, which is very helpful in repairing injuries. Today's matter is My Xuan Qingzong made a mistake, and I hope that tomorrow's competition will not be affected by it."

Naturally, the Buddhist sect did not lack good medicine, not to mention that Tan Xin was still a disciple of the Buddha, and it was even more unlikely that the elders of the Buddhist sect would not be willing to give him medicine. However, Yun Qingyue came here to deliver the medicine out of good intentions, and Tan Xin naturally would not refuse, so she thanked her after receiving it, and after thinking about it, she said to her: "That benefactor of Chuyang, Senior Sister Yun should be more careful in the future. , the little monk can't see through him."

Tan Xin's reminder was only this one sentence, and he said his farewell and left with his brothers and sisters.

But Yun Qingyue, who was already skeptical, still understood the deep meaning of his words - it was not the sword that was the problem, but Chu Yang himself. Although Elder Distraction personally investigated and confirmed that he was practicing the righteous way, he still couldn't dispel Tan Xin's doubts.

Yun Qingyue stood there in thought for a moment, then handed over the little white tiger to Zhong Heng who followed, and went to find Master Qing Yu.

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What Yun Qingyue found the master said, and how the sect will deal with Chu Yang, these outsiders don't know. However, even though there was an accident in this competition, the last match of the martial arts discussion still had to continue.

After a peaceful night, the next day, with the ringing of bells on Xiaoling Peak, it was Yun Qingyue and Tan Xin who stood on the ring again.

Yun Qingyue stood on the ring with his sword in his hand, looking at his final opponent with a pair of glazed eyes, Fozong Tanxin, whose cultivation level was unfathomable at a young age. The three martial arts competitions are now only the two of them. The decision of the winner of this match is not only a matter of the reputation of the sect, but also a matter of the distribution of interests among the three sects in the next sixty years.

She didn't expect that she would surpass several senior brothers to reach this last step, but since she has already stood here, she will never dare to take it lightly!

"Xuanqingzong Yun Qingyue, please enlighten me." Yun Qingyue said in a low voice, pointing his long sword obliquely at the ground.

The little monk has been recuperating for a night, and today he seems to have recovered, and he still looks calm and composed while standing on the ring. Hearing Yun Qingyue's common name, he clasped his hands together and said, "Senior Sister Yun, today you and I are fighting, why not settle it with one move?"

Yun Qingyue was slightly taken aback, she didn't expect Tan Xin to make such a request, and immediately thought of the other party's injury yesterday. Although she gave Yuqing Pill, and although the Buddhist sect definitely had no shortage of pills, there was probably no one who could use Qingyuan Spiritual Marrow as a wound medicine like Little White Tiger. Even if the injury recovers in one night, the loss of vitality will still affect the competition. That's why Tan Xin proposes a move to determine the outcome, right?

In the blink of an eye, Yun Qingyue figured out the joint. She didn't mean to take advantage of others, not to mention that it was Xuan Qingzong's fault for Chu Yang's matter. So she nodded and readily agreed: "Yes."

Hearing this, the little monk frowned slightly, seemed to smile, and immediately threw out the string of white jade beads again.

The white jade rosary beads were suspended in the air, and as the Buddha seal formed in Tan Xin's hands, the silk thread connecting the rosary beads broke silently. The broken rosary beads did not scatter, but rotated and arranged in an array. Before anyone could see the formation, it was a burst of golden light... It was still Buddha's light, but it was different from yesterday's warm and soft Buddha's light. Today's Buddha's light has also become dazzling. It seems that he has changed from a loving Buddha to an angry King Kong all of a sudden.

Tan Xinyi changed his usual style in the arena, taking action is an offensive move, defense is not the way to win under the premise that one move determines the outcome.

Yun Qingyue's reaction was not slow either. When Tan Xin was forming a seal, she also swung a sword with her hands - she is a sword repairer, and even if she finds that the opponent is attacking, she will never give priority to defense. She swung her strongest sword so far, using offense as defense to be unstoppable, the frosty sword intent instantly froze the ring, the air, and even the dazzling Buddha light...

The moves of the two collided, and everyone watching the battle under the ring subconsciously closed their eyes. There seemed to be a huge roar in the ears, and the shock made people's minds go blank. It seemed that there was no sound at all, and the silence was disturbingly quiet.

After a while, someone finally opened his eyes, and when he looked up at the arena, he saw a peaceful scene.

There is no dazzling Buddha's light, no frightening frost, the only two standing on the ring are tall and straight, like a quiet and beautiful picture. What kind of battle, what victory or defeat, has nothing to do with them.

More and more people opened their eyes. Facing such a situation, everyone couldn't help but look at each other. Some people even couldn't react, thinking that what they saw before was their own hallucination, and asked the fellow students around in a daze: "What, what's going on? Is this the end of the competition? Have they made moves before? Who wins and who loses?" what?"

The same door looked bewildered and shook his head, also not knowing whether to win or lose.

Until someone moved in the arena, Tan Xin stretched out his palm and spread it out, and saw scattered white jade rosary beads lying quietly in his palm, counting there were about ten remaining, obviously not enough for the previous string of rosary beads. If someone has sharp eyes, he may be able to see a little white powder in his palm, or find scattered white jade fragments on the ring.

Tan Xin looked at the palm rosary, recited the Buddha's name, and said calmly: "Young monk is defeated."

As soon as the words were spoken, there was silence under the ring, and then there were cheers soaring into the sky. This was originally Xuanqingzong's territory, and the person who won the championship is also their senior sister of Xuanqingzong. The excitement of everyone is beyond words.

Zhong Heng hugged the little white tiger in a daze, as if he didn't expect the competition to end so quickly, and at the same time he didn't expect the senior sister to win so easily. When he came back to his senses, he was even more pleasantly surprised. There was still a ban on him in the ring, so he grabbed the little white tiger squatting on his shoulders without thinking too much, and threw her into the sky, even forgetting to supervise her. The precious status of soldiers.

The little white tiger was stunned, she was just a little slow in reacting, and when she came back to her senses, she was already in the sky—the little white tiger who had reached the golden core but could not fly soon fell down again, and waited Zhong Heng caught her and threw her again, she turned around and stepped on Zhong Heng's face.

Zhong Heng, who was caught off guard by being trampled on his face, yelled "Aw", but the little white tiger was startled by him just now, and now he doesn't feel guilty at all. She also specially aggravated this kick. After stepping heavily on Zhong Heng's face, she used her strength to jump towards the ring... with a clear goal and went straight to the senior sister.

Yun Qingyue has not yet calmed down from the previous battle. Although it was only a one-stroke confrontation, one move between masters actually represented a lot. She was still in a daze, and was suddenly thrown into her arms by a white ball of hair.

Tan Xin on the opposite side seemed a little surprised when he saw the little white tiger clearly, but the little white tiger didn't care, and threw himself on Yun Qingyue and yelled "Aww" several times, his milky voice seemed to be coquettish.

Yun Qingyue's murderous aura dissipated, the sword returned to its sheath and hugged the little white tiger, and then said to Tan Xin: "Thank you for your acceptance, Junior Brother."