It seems like a bullshit answer, but defeating others without fighting is indeed the highest level of martial arts. If you stand there, your opponent will not dare to fight you. Isn’t that a victory? This is even more powerful than Dugu Qiubai!

Han Wen pondered, sighed for a long time, took the fragrant tea handed over by Master Tianfeng, slowly sipped it, nodded, and felt a lot calmer, and asked again: "Where is an invincible person today? Who is the best in the world?"

"Is this very important?" Master Tianfeng didn't even raise his head, and continued to make tea and asked.

Han Wen nodded silently and said, "Maybe, it's very important! At least I have to prove myself! Otherwise, how can I understand the artistic conception and launch an impact on a higher place?"

"Who is the best in the world?" Master Tianfeng shook his head and said for a long time, "If you ask who is the best hero in the world, I may be able to tell you the answer! But who is the best in the world in the world, I don't know! After reaching a certain level, many people don't like fighting anymore! What I'm curious is, since you have reached this level, why are you still so competitive?"

Han Wen frowned and said slowly for a long time: "Because I have seen the sky above the white clouds! There - it's very blue!"

Master Tianfeng was moved! Even at his current state, he couldn't help but ask in a lost voice: "Can you still move upward?"

"The sky is 99,000! We have only reached a level!" Han Wen said slowly: "I once met an old monk who practices both Buddhism and Taoism, and is a scholar who is in the sky! I once met a swordsman who is lonely and bleak. A sword comes to the west..."

Master Tianfeng sat in the same place for a long time, laughing three times and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! My heart is confused! My heart is confused! Monks should not compete for strength and be competitive! It is not true! It seems that my Zen study over the years has been in vain! My friend! Let's take a look?"

"Good!", Korean nodded.

The wind was sluggish, and the rain was sluggish. Outside the Zen room, beside the big tree. A sword slowly slid down from the sleeves of Han Wen. The sword that had not been unsheathed was shaped like a black wood. When his wrist turned, the sword light was like a waterfall. A few leaves floated down, but they were flying like butterflies in the sword light. They were not crushed!

Master Tianfeng nodded secretly. His feet were staggered and his shoulders were flat. His two withered hands were one in front, one behind, one behind, and another shaking, and then shaking, and then there was a shadow of the palm, just like the Thousand-Handed Tathagata, with petals blooming and his robe sleeves bulging. Without wind, he would come out slowly!

During the years that Master Tianfeng lived, he witnessed countless masters, whether it was the adventures, the unparalleled Tie Zhongtang, the peerless swordsman Li Guanyu, or his disciple, the elegant Wuhua, he was not as shocked as today.

These people, at the age of Korean, at least at the surface, are far inferior to Korean martial arts, and do not have the artistic conception of Korean. His martial arts are already powerful enough, but his understanding is what Master Tianfeng admires.

The murderous aura was restrained, the sharpness disappeared, and the whole person was calm and composed. A conversation was enough to make Han Wen realize so many things, which was amazing!

Korean has accumulated a lot of strength and has been in this place for a long time. Today's short sentences have allowed him to understand some other things. Perhaps he cannot be called a genius in terms of qualifications and innate physical advantages, but in terms of understanding, he can indeed be regarded as a genius!

Master Tianfeng's hand was very slow, very slow. If it were outsiders' eyes, it was more like reaching out to support Korean, and Korean swords were very slow, even slower than normal lifting his arm.

This is not a competition of martial arts, but a competition in artistic conception. Master Tianfeng's hand can change more than thirty moves at any time, instantly hitting Han Wen with thunder. However, Han Wen's sword blocked his changes in an instant, and another move came out to stab Master Tianfeng.

Master Tianfeng's hand trembled slightly, and Han Wen's sword stayed in the air, trembling lightly, and then continued to stab. His withered hand changed seventeen times in a slight way, but the black wooden stick had already touched his monk's robe.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Heroes have been young since ancient times!" Master Tianfeng laughed, then shook his head, walked towards the Zen room, and drank tea leisurely.

Han Wen outside the Zen room looked at the black log sword in his hand, smiled slightly, took a step, and left here! He had already won!

One of his feet had already stepped into the innate threshold, but the artistic conception could not keep up, so he stayed there. Now, his artistic conception had arrived, everything was natural! Everything was so simple to open!

Now, he just wants to find a real master to test his martial arts!

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After Chu Liuxiang and Han Wen separated, they returned to the ship, but no one was seen. They thought that the "son" Black Pearl of Jamuha, the "king of the desert" who was the "black son" of Xibei, was the boy in black in black, kidnapped Su Rongrong and other three female companions. Based on the letters left by Black Pearl, they decided to go deep into the Gobi Desert and save them;

As soon as he arrived in the desert, Chu Liuxiang met his best friend Hu Tiehua and brought in another old partner Ji Bingyan. When he was about to plow the courtyard to sweep the cave, he was involved in the storm of the usurpation of the Kucha dynasty and restoration in the desert. He had to take action to rescue the deposed King of Kucha.

The enemies hiding in the dark, the ever-expanding haze, the coming crises... all constitute a strong pressure and threat to Chu Liuxiang and his party. However, Chu Liuxiang's fighting spirit was higher and his confidence was stronger.

In the process of protecting the King of Kucha and Princess Pipa, they found that many clues pointed to the same roots and usurped the foreign forces of the Kucha Dynasty, and in fact they were the same group of people who wanted to kill them!

Now, the King of Kucha has been restored, and it is time for the celebration banquet to be held, and the atmosphere is very warm.

Suddenly, someone laughed and said, "A good sentence: 'Drink wine in a glass of wine, don't ask about the affairs after death', but 'The cunning rabbit dies, the lackeys cook, the birds are gone, and the good bows are hidden', have you never heard of this sentence?"

A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and the man in the middle was drunk. There was a beautiful beauty with a kindness in the tent. It looked like she fell from the sky under the light. No one could have thought that this person suddenly appeared like a fairy in the light. It was the Princess of Kucha who was lingering in sick bed all year round and was invincible.

I saw that her face was still covered with a gauze, and her beautiful face looked even more like peony in the rain and peach blossoms in the fog. It was so beautiful that it was breathless.

The King of Kucha was surprised and happy, and seemed to have forgotten how his sickly wife had such a magical body technique. He quickly left his seat and said, "Why are you here?"

The Princess of Kucha smiled and said, "I'm here, are you unhappy?"

The King of Kucha said: "But...but you are thin, how can you withstand such a cold?"

Ji Bingyan suddenly said coldly again: "Don't talk about this kind of cold wind and dew. Even if it's a sword, the princess won't take it seriously, right?"

The Princess of Kucha smiled and said, "Not bad."

Ji Bingyan's eyes flashed. He said, "The birds are all hidden, and the rabbits are dead and the dogs are cooked. Does the princess want to kill us?"

The King of Kucha laughed and said, "I have no intention of this, so you don't have to worry too much."

The princess said coldly: "Although you don't have this intention, I have this intention."

The King of Kucha was stunned and said, "You..."

The princess slowly unveiled her veil, revealing her eyes as a god, looking at the King of Kucha and said, "Do you recognize me?"

The King of Kucha smiled and said, "How could I not recognize you?"

The princess suddenly stretched out her slender jade hand and wiped it on her face. A layer of yellow mask as thin as a cicada's wing took off like a snake's skin. Under the light, her face had changed wonderly. The King of Kucha thought that his beloved concubine was the unparalleled beauty in the world. Unexpectedly, the face that appeared in front of him at this moment was thousands of times more beautiful than his wife.

He couldn't help but exclaim: "Who are you?"

"Princess" said lightly: "You no longer recognize me, do you?"

Hu Tiehua suddenly jumped up and shouted, "But I recognize you, you are..."

The eyes of the "Princess" turned to his face. He said one by one: "Do you recognize me? Who am I?" The "Princess" smiled and said: "I know you don't recognize me either. There is no one in this world who recognizes me, because as long as you recognize me, you can't live again."

In the warm tent, it seemed like a cloud of cold was suddenly caught in. Everyone's hands and feet had become cold and almost trembled. It was because at this time, everyone guessed who she was. - "Shi Guanyin! You are Shi Guanyin!"

No one dared to say this sentence.

The King of Kucha fell on the chair and said tragically: "I don't care who you are, but my princess... did you actually kill her?"

Shi Guanyin said softly: "You don't need to feel uncomfortable either. Although she is dead, I am not dead. Am I still not as good as her? Are you not satisfied?"

The King of Kucha said in a lost voice: "You?"

Shi Guanyin smiled and said, "Since I have replaced her, I will naturally replace her forever."

The King of Kucha was stunned again when he looked at her peerless style.

Ji Bingyan suddenly sneered: "Yes, I know she will definitely be replaced forever."

The King of Kucha said: "You...you know?"

Ji Bingyan said, "The prince has no son, only a daughter. If the prince and the princess have a few shortcomings, they cannot have a king in the country for a day, so they will naturally establish a new king. Everyone has worked hard to compete for this throne, but she can only get it with no effort. Unfortunately, Hong Xuehan, who is the people in Deshan, has become her puppet tool for nothing, is a fool if she dies."

Shi Guanyin kept concentrating on him coldly and suddenly said, "I didn't expect you to guess what I was thinking, but I always looked down on you."

The King of Kucha said in a whisper: "You want to kill me?"

Shi Guanyin smiled and said, "The emperor has his own way of dying. I cannot break this rule. As long as you drink the glass of wine in front of you, nothing will bother you from now on."

The King of Kucha said: "You...have you poisoned the wine?"

Shi Guanyin said lightly: "Although there are not many things, it is enough for you, father and daughter."

The King of Kucha looked at the wine glass in front of him, sweating all over his head. The King of Kucha was also drinking in the tent, but he didn't say he was alive, just waiting for the opportunity. Seeing that Shi Guanyin didn't pay attention to him, he slipped out quietly.

Unexpectedly, Shi Guanyin really seemed to have thousands of hands and thousands of eyes. No matter who makes every move, she can't escape her eyes.

She didn't look back and said coldly: "Do you want to go out and find a helper?"

Qinghuzi was shocked and said sternly: "Not forget that I have eight hundred brothers under my command, all of whom are good men who are experienced and never fear death. Just by your own strength, it is not easy to kill us. As long as we have one person alive, your trick will not be successful. I advise you to give up this idea!"

Shi Guanyin suddenly said, "Well, Jamuha's old subordinates are indeed all brave men who are fearless. It's a pity that your celebration banquet was too early. Your good brothers are already drunk at this moment."

Greenbeard changed color and said, "Did you poison their wine too? No one of them saw it?"

Shi Guanyin smiled and said, "I poisoned you just now? Have you seen it?"

Qing Hu Yu roared wildly and swung his sword and rushed forward.

Although his martial arts cannot be compared with the first-class masters in the martial arts world, the four words "having experienced hundreds of battles" are worthy of. This knife was obviously not a trick or a back. He just used all his energy to cut off the other party's head.

Because he knew that he was going to fight with Shi Guanyin, it was still far from it. If this sword could not be successful, it would be useless to continue to fight.

He is determined to bet on his life. If he fails, he will become a good person. This kind of tough man who licks blood on the knife all year round likes to end up just and die if he wants to die. He will never drag on it.

Therefore, although the moves are not good-looking, they have a terrifying power, which is murderous and terrifying.

When the knife in his palm was raised, Princess Pipa also flew up.

She didn't say anything because she was already preparing to take action. As she moved her body, a silver dagger had already drawn out of her palm. The silver light flew up like a starry rain in the sky. With one move, she had three moves in succession, piercing towards the three major acupoints behind Shi Guanyin.

Her move happened to be the opposite of Green Beard, which was more relaxed and lacked strength, and she kept every move behind. If she missed a single blow, she could draw a change.

Strictly speaking, although this move is very wonderful and beautiful, it is not of much use when it comes to the enemy of a master.

But now she and Qinghuzi share the same hatred. Although the two have different martial arts skills and have no experience in joining forces to fight against the enemy, she has a tacit understanding when she takes action. With their moves, they use one hard and one soft, they cooperate just right without realizing it.

But in the silver rain, a blue light rainbow was scattered across the sky, pressing down towards Shi Guanyin one after another, but Shi Guanyin just stood there without moving.

Just as fast as lightning, a burst of ecstasy flashed through the hearts of Green Beard and Princess Pipa when a loud shout like a thunderous sound suddenly came to her.

With a shout, Hu Tiehua rushed over.

He was like a crossbow arrow, and he arrived first. When Qinghuzi took action, he had no movement. Before Qinghuzi cut off his knife, he had already reached Qinghuzi's side. With a "bang", Qinghuzi had been beaten to fly out, and his right hand was bent and folded, and he had spread the light and shadow. Princess Pipa's wrist had been pinched by him, and his arms and body were numb.

The King of Kucha screamed in surprise: "Sir Hu, why are you back?"

Princess Pipa shouted, "Are you crazy?"

Hu Tiehua didn't answer, dragged Princess Pipa back seven or eight steps before she stood up. When she saw Shi Guanyin still standing there, smiling.
To be continued...