There was endless applause from around him, and the disciples of various families were excited. Many monks volunteered to their teachers and went up to show their practice.
How many times, this exchange meeting also looked like a Taoist exchange.
A disciple of Daocheng urgently chanted a spell and urged the Thunder God method, and even broke out a weak electric arc.
There are also young Taoist priests who recite the songs high, attracting righteousness, and then floating back and making people confused;
Some people even set up a maze on the ground with a triangular flag, presenting many strange phenomena. Although they were unable to fully exert the power of the formation at this time, they had already understood the principles and principles of the maze operation.
Wang Sheng didn't feel much about these things. Most of them were looking at the Taoists around him. If he had a vague impression of him, he proved that he would be a great master in the future.
The senior sister next to her was very excited to watch and exclaimed "Oh" from time to time. She did not stingy with applause when she was time to applaud, and she was not nervous about her about being on stage.
"Senior sister, are you going up this time?" Wang Sheng asked softly.
Mu Wanxuan blinked, her eyes filled with a bit of thrill of desire.
Wang Sheng smiled and said, "Let me follow the arrangements of my uncle and others. If we don't have to take action, we just want to come here for free."
Mu Wanxuan immediately chuckled and nodded. After understanding the junior brother's meaning, she gave up the idea of ​​taking the initiative to go up and perform the art of the Bagua of the Two Yishu, and continued to watch the various magical Taoist techniques in the venue.
Li Shiwu, the leader of Wudang, knew that his cultivation was not good, so he sat a little remote when he sat in front of the hall and could not speak.
Sure enough, the Wudang Mountain Foreign Affairs Chief, waited for almost all the mountains and gates to appear before getting up and said, "I will also reveal my Dharma in Wudang."
On this side, the two Taoist priests who had been waiting for a long time immediately turned around and looked at the six disciples behind them. They seemed to have been prepared for Meng Hong and Zhou Yinglong to appear on stage and demonstrate the Taoist crafts of Wudang Daocheng.
Meng Hong is on the left, Zhou Yinglong is on the right, Meng Hong has empty hands, and Zhou Yinglong is holding a sword in his hand.
Under the gaze of the Taoist Master Daoye and his disciples of more than twenty Taoist ancestors, the two of them were inevitably a little nervous. Li Shiwu's words added a bit of burden to them.
The two of them were about to take action in turn, Meng Hong slowly pulled out his posture, as if it was the Tai Chi that could be seen everywhere, but in every move, wisps of heaven and earth energy followed each other, and a faint white light seemed to appear in the palm of his palm.
Five moves to collect momentum, just try it out.
Meng Hong slowly pressed down with his hands, and streams of pure heaven and earth energy hovered around him for a while, and half of them returned to him, and most of them dissipated.
Although the rhyme of the two rituals and Taoist romance is not obvious, it is indeed exquisite and cannot find any shortcomings in the inheritance of the Tao.
Several Taoist priests even applauded softly, which was considered to be a face.
However, after Zhou Yinglong used the starting move of Taiyi Sword Technique, a few harsh words came from the crowd:
"The Wudang Sword is indeed exquisite, but today everyone reveals Taoism, swordsmanship, etc., which is a bit inappropriate."
"Does Wudang have no sword control method? Oh, by the way, the sword control method is the secret of several immortal mountains in Shu. Before, the heaven and earth were completely gone, and Wudang would not look down on the so-called sword control method."
The little Taoist priest who was burrs lying on the bench spoke again, but this time he did not cover up his place and voice. He greeted him: "Don't talk nonsense to the two in front, be careful that this senior brother from Wudang urged out three thousand sword energy with one sword, and could speak in seconds."
This was a bit heartbroken. The young Taoist priests around him laughed constantly, and most of the Taoist priests were smiling without saying a word.
Although there are also sects that are close to Wudang Mountain or have similar paths, they also want to stand up and argue a few times, but they don’t know how to refute it for a while.
Zhou Yinglong's mood was suddenly broken, and his hands holding the hilt of the sword were shaking slightly, and his eyes kept searching among the crowd around him, as if he wanted to find the people who were saying sarcastic words.
Seeing this, Wang Sheng frowned slightly, and without looking back, he pressed down his senior sister's arm, got up and walked towards Zhou Yinglong.
If he took action a little slower than half a second, the burr not far from here would probably have been there at this time
"Who is in the dark!"
"Senior Brother Zhou," Wang Sheng's voice cut off Zhou Yinglong's scolding in time.
Wang Sheng gently patted Zhou Yinglong on the shoulder next year and whispered, "I'll do it."
Zhou Yinglong turned around and looked at Wang Sheng, as if he was infected by Wang Sheng's mood, and his anger dropped most of his anger.
The senior brother Zhou breathed a little relieved, held the sword in his hand to Wang Sheng in both hands, and whispered: "I have a job, I'm embarrassed for my brother to give Wudang."
"What are you saying?" Wang Sheng's voice was not too fast, but it spread steadily throughout the scene, making many sleepy old Taoist priests lit up their eyes.
The sound amplification skill is not difficult, but the difficulty lies in the fact that it is like a breeze that makes people feel abrupt.
This requires the ultimate pure true energy, at least it is the spiritual thought of the later stage of the concentration, and the support of his own quiet and unwavering state of mind, so it is possible to do it.
Wang Sheng said: "The senior brother's sword technique is restrained, so he is a little ignorant of the naked eye. It just so happens that my fancy sword style is just right for demonstration."
Zhou Yinglong chuckled, his smile inevitably felt bitter, but he didn't say much and turned around and left.
Along with eyes, Wang Sheng looked at Wang Sheng, took a light breath, stabilized his own state of mind, and then slowly closed his eyes.
He was annoyed by the words "Sword technique is not a Taoist technique" that these people said, and he didn't want his senior sister to stand up and be pointed at by others and be run away.
Therefore, I stood here and faced these hundreds of gazes.
He was calm and calm, just like he practiced swords on the mountain on weekdays, but the dark blue Taoist robe seemed to have a few dull stars hidden.
This strange long sword seems to be of better quality than his own sword. At least if true energy is injected into it, it will not be on the verge of shattering like his own square dance sword...
Then, the energy and the body and the sword are in harmony, and the form and the mind are in harmony.
This is the accumulation of Wang Sheng’s more than ten years before his rebirth, and it is also the sublimation obtained after his rebirth after his three years of hard practice in Wudang Mountain.
When I opened my eyes again, the long sword in my hand seemed to be one with him. When the true energy swam, a thread penetrated into the sword body, and then returned to myself.
A little breeze swept across him. Wang Sheng did not move at all, but stood there, an inexplicable aura spread out in the field.
An old Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Sheng in surprise.
"This is……"
A young monk who was originally preparing to watch the show gradually became eye-catching, and the whispers around him disappeared.
If his cultivation level is in the realm of concentration of the gods, any spiritual thoughts that radiate him will be faintly seen at Wang Sheng's place, and he will see a vague sword shadow.
However, whose cultivation was at the concentration of the spirit, was shocked by the faint sense of oppression emitted from Wang Sheng's body at this time.
The little Taoist priest who had been lying on the burr, had sat up at some point, and looked at Wang Sheng's back with a little surprise...
A Taoist priest from Huashan suddenly shouted: "Tongming the sword heart! This is definitely a sword heart recorded in ancient books!"
Before the long voice fell, the long sword in Wang Sheng's hand had already slid gently.
He then took a step under his feet and naturally stepped out of the Beidou position. Several sword moves in the Seven-Star Sword Formation were randomly dispersed by him, and he picked them up at will, as if they had turned into another set of advanced sword techniques.
There are eight commonly used swords: chop, stab, snatch, pull, smear, smear, cut, horizontal, and reverse.
At this time, Wang Sheng seemed to be simply practicing these eight basic movements, but after a few moves, everyone saw the sword shadow flashing, and his cultivation level was slightly lower, so they could not see Wang Sheng's body that was not too fast.
The sword falls into the galaxy, like the prosperity of the world is like the sky and the illusion.
In a row of twelve swords, the person holding the sword wanted to stop, but seemed to be feeling a little unfulfilled.
So he bravely rode the wind, jumped three or five feet away, and his Taoist robe shook, and his sword roared and clear.
It seemed as if when it fell from the clouds, an immortal swung his pen from top to bottom, leaving behind a series of phantoms of sword light in the air.
The sword is retracted and the sword shadow is at its clearest moment.
Wang Shengjian held his left hand behind him, and his right hand and sword finger slowly pressed down. The sword light directly above him flashed gently, and a Beidou Star map appeared!
Then the sword light exploded quietly, as if countless starlights were falling, making it like a dream in front of Chongxi Palace and next to the Yuehua Platform.
"How can sword technique not be considered Taoism?"
Wang Sheng's voice slowly slid, and many monks who were immersed in the sword pose just now woke up one after another, but when they went to see it again, Wang Sheng had already walked back to the Wudang Mountain seating area on the sidelines.
"Senior Brother's Sword."
"Oh," Zhou Yinglong reached out to catch his sword, but his smile was a little bitter.
This junior brother...
Is it still time to change my words and call senior brother?
Not far away, the little Taoist priest sat with his arms in his arms, holding his head with a deep burr on his face, his eyes shining, staring at Wang Sheng tightly, as if he wanted to stand up immediately, but his eyes showed a little thought and caution.
After this delay, Wang Sheng had already sat back on the bench and sat next to his senior sister.
Chapter completed!