There was an endless stream of applause around. All the disciples were excited to see it. Many monks volunteered with their teachers to show their Taoism.

    To some extent, this exchange meeting also looked like a little Taoist exchange.

    There was a disciple who hurriedly recited the mantra and urged the God of thunder. He really cut a weak arc.

    There are also young Taoists who recite the rhymes, which attract Haoran righteousness, and then float back, which makes people confused;

    Some people even set up a maze with triangular flags on the ground, showing many anomalies. Although this fashion failed to give full play to the power of the array, they have understood the Tao and reason of the operation of the maze.

    Wang Sheng doesn''t feel much about this. He mostly looks at the Taoists around him. He has some vague impression, which proves that he is a great "master" in the future.

    The elder martial sister next to me was in high spirits. From time to time, she exclaimed "Oh" and "Oh". When it was time to applaud, she didn''t mean to applaud, but she didn''t feel nervous about her coming on the stage.

    "Elder martial sister, do you want to go up this time?" Wang Sheng asked softly.

    Mu wanxuan blinked, with some eagerness in her eyes.

    Wang Sheng said with a smile, "listen to martial uncle''s arrangement. If we don''t have to do it, we''ll come here for free."

    Mu wanxuan immediately smiled and nodded. After understanding the younger martial brother''s meaning, she gave up the idea of taking the initiative to perform Liangyi gossip and continued to watch a variety of magical Taoism.

    Li Shiwu, the leader of Wudang team, knew that his accomplishments were not good. When he took his seat in front of the hall, he sat a little remote and couldn''t talk.

    Simply, the foreign affairs chief of Wudang Mountain waited until almost all the mountains and gates came out, and then got up and said, "let''s show our Taoism in Wudang."

    Here, the two Taoist priests who had been waiting for a long time immediately turned and looked at the six disciples behind them. It seemed that they had been prepared to let Meng Hong and Zhou Yinglong appear on the stage to show the Taoist methods inherited by Wudang.

    Meng Hong is on the left, Zhou Yinglong is on the right, Meng Hong''s hands are empty, and Zhou Yinglong is holding a sword.

    Under the gaze of more than 20 Taoist masters and their disciples, they are inevitably nervous. Li Shiwu''s words add a bit of burden to them.

    The two people want to fight in turn. Meng Hongxian slowly opens his posture. It seems that it is Taijiquan that can be seen everywhere. However, when they raise their hands and feet, the vitality of heaven and earth follows each other, and the palm seems to accumulate a faint white light.

    Five moves end, a little taste.

    Meng Hong''s hands slowly pressed down, and a pure spirit of heaven and earth circled around him for a while. Half of it belonged to him and most of it dissipated.

    The rhyme of Liangyi Taoism is not obvious, but it is really exquisite, and the Taoist successors can''t pick out any shortcomings.

    Several Taoist priests also clapped gently, which gave face.

    However, after Zhou Yinglong performed the starting gesture of Taiyi sword formula, several harsh words came from the crowd:

    "Wudang sword is really exquisite, but today everyone reveals Taoism and swordsmanship. It''s not appropriate."

    "Doesn''t Wudang have the method of guarding the sword? Oh, by the way, the way of guarding the sword is the secret of several fairy mountains in Shu. Before, there was no vitality in heaven and earth. Wudang will never look up to the so-called method of guarding the sword."

    The little Taoist priest with hairy prickly head lying on the bench spoke again, but this time he didn''t hide his place and voice. He said, "don''t talk nonsense in front of you. Be careful that this Wudang senior brother can urge 3000 sword Qi with a sword, which can be said in seconds."

    These words were a little cruel. All the young Taoists around them immediately laughed and kept laughing. Most of the Taoist priests were silent with a smile.

    Although there are some sects close to Wudang Mountain or with similar number of ways, they also want to stand up and argue, but they don''t know how to refute for a while.

    Zhou Yinglong''s state of mind was suddenly broken. His hands gripping the handle of the sword trembled slightly. His eyes kept looking for the people around him. It seemed that he wanted to find the people who said sarcastic words.

    Seeing this, Wang Sheng frowned slightly and didn''t look back. He conveniently pressed the elder martial sister''s arm, got up and walked towards Zhou Yinglong.

    If his shot is a little slower than half a second, the hair prick not far from here is estimated to be dead by this time

    "Which way is in the dark!"

    "Elder martial brother Zhou," Wang Sheng''s voice, cut off Zhou Yinglong''s scolding in time.

    Wang Sheng patted Yinglong on the shoulder and whispered, "I''ll come."

    Zhou Yinglong turned around with Qi and looked at Wang Sheng. It seemed that he was infected by Wang Sheng''s state of mind, and his anger decreased by more than half.

    The elder martial brother Zhou breathed a little relieved, held the sword in his hand to Wang Sheng and whispered, "thank you, younger martial brother. I''m ashamed of Wudang."

    "What did the senior brother say?" Wang Sheng''s voice was not urgent or slow, but it spread steadily throughout the field, which brightened the eyes of many sleepy old Taoist priests.

    It''s not difficult to amplify, but the difficulty is that it''s as sudden as the breeze.

    This can only be achieved if Zhenyuan is extremely pure, at least it is also the spiritual thought in the later stage of gathering God, and its own calm and wave free state of mind.

    Wang Sheng said leisurely, "elder martial brother''s sword formula is introverted, so some flesh eyed people don''t know it. I happen to have some fancy sword styles, which are just right for demonstration."

    Zhou Yinglong chuckled. His smile was bitter, but he didn''t say much. He turned and left.

    All around, Wang Sheng looked at Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng gently took a breath, stabilized his state of mind, and then slowly closed his eyes.

    He was annoyed at what these people said that "swordsmanship is not Taoism", and he didn''t want the elder martial sister to stand up and be pointed out and run by others.

    Therefore, I stood here and faced hundreds of eyes.

    Calm and gentle, just like practicing sword on the mountain on weekdays, the Tibetan green Taoist robe seems to hide several dark stars.

    This strange long sword seems to be of better quality than your own sabre. At least Zhenyuan will be injected into it. It won''t be like your special Sabre for square dance, which is on the edge of collapse at any time

    Then, Qi and body coincide with sword, and form and meaning intersect with God.

    This is the accumulation of more than ten years before Wang Sheng''s rebirth, and the sublimation obtained after three years of hard cultivation in Wudang Mountain after his rebirth.

    When he opened his eyes again, the long sword in his hand was like one with him. When Zhenyuan swam, a strand penetrated into the sword body, circled around and returned to himself.

    A little breeze passed around him. Wang Sheng didn''t take any action, but stood there. An inexplicable charm had been tiled in the field.

    A Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Sheng in surprise.

    "This is..."

    A young friar who was going to watch a good play gradually focused his attention, and the whispers around him disappeared.

    When the cultivation is in the state of gathering gods, whenever their own spiritual thoughts are scattered, they vaguely see a vague sword shadow at Wang Sheng.

    While the cultivation was under the gathering of gods, Wang Sheng was surprised by the faint sense of oppression emanating from all over his body at this time.

    The burr little Taoist who has been lying on the long board has sat up and looked at Wang Sheng''s back with a little surprise

    A Taoist priest from Huashan suddenly shouted, "Tongming sword heart! This is definitely the sword heart recorded in ancient books!"

    Before the long voice fell, the long sword in Wang Sheng''s hand had slid gently.

    Then he stepped out of the position of the Big Dipper naturally. Several sword moves in the seven star sword array were scattered by him at will, and he picked them up at his fingertips, as if they had turned into another set of advanced sword techniques.

    There are eight commonly used sword styles: split, stab, lift, draw, wipe, cut, cross and fall.

    At this time, Wang Sheng seemed to be simply practicing these eight basic movements, but after a few moves, they saw only the shadow of the sword flashing. Those with lower cultivation could not see Wang Sheng''s not too fast body at all.

    The sword falls on the Star River, just like the prosperity of the world, floating and sinking, just like fantasy.

    Twelve swords in a row. The person holding the sword wanted to stop, but it seems that he still has some meaning.

    So he braved the wind and jumped three or five feet. The Taoist robe hunted and the sword sounded clear.

    When it fell from the clouds, an immortal waved his pen and splashed ink from top to bottom, leaving a virtual shadow of sword light in the air.

    Close the sword and return to the potential, but the sword shadow is the clearest time.

    Wang Shengjian handed his left hand behind his back, and his right hand pressed down slowly with his sword finger. The sword light directly above him flickered gently, showing a big dipper map!

    Then the sword light exploded quietly, like countless stars, making the front of Chongxi hall and the platform like a dream.

    "Swordsmanship, how can it not be regarded as Taoism?"

    Wang Sheng''s voice slipped slowly, and many monks immersed in the sword style woke up one after another, but when they went to see it again, Wang Sheng had gone back to the seat area of Wudang Mountain beside the court.

    "Elder martial brother''s sword."

    "Hey," Zhou Yinglong reached out to catch his sword, but his smile was more or less bitter.

    Younger martial brother

    Do you have time to call elder martial brother now?

    Not far away, the little Taoist sat on the long board with his arms in his arms. His eyes were shining and stared at Wang Sheng tightly. He seemed to want to stand up immediately, but his eyes showed some thinking and prudence.

    This delay, Wang Sheng has sat back on the bench and sat next to his elder martial sister.

    He had just sat down, and the voices around him came quietly.