There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 750 Ashes
When Fang Bie and Xue Ling found Duan Wu, the boy was meditating under a tree.

The shade of the tree hit his face, and the light spots were the shadows of the sun.

"So he just slept like this?" Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling and asked.

Duan Wu closed his eyes and leaned against the big tree behind him, looking no different from sleeping.

"Could it be possible that I can still make him recite scriptures every day?" Xue Ling asked with a smile.

After returning to Bianliang, in fact, Dragon Boat Festival is one of the most powerful combat forces that Xue Ling has mastered, even higher than Hei Wu in terms of stability.

But because of this, the use of Dragon Boat Festival will become more cautious.

In fact, during this period of time, the Dragon Boat Festival has not really made a move, but under the premise of having high-end combat power in charge, this is also the confidence of the hive.

The reason why Xue Ling was able to come to Bianliang and inherit the previous power logically, in addition to the assistance of all parties, it is also very important to be hardworking himself.

"Actually, it's not impossible." Fang Bie said lightly, and at the same time walked forward, ten steps away, using his finger as a sword, he stabbed towards Duan Wu.

With Fangbie's current strength, even if it was just a stab in the air, a sharp sword qi shot out between the breaths of true energy, pointing directly at the center of Duan Wu's eyebrows, while Duan Wu's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes never opened , only at the moment when the sword energy was about to touch his body, he leaned to the left like a tumbler, and the sword energy brushed his hair and shot into the big tree behind him, directly piercing the tree that was almost as thick as a thumb. small hole.

Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie: "Aren't you afraid of beating Duan Wu to death?"

Judging from the power of this sword energy, it is not impossible to kill him.

Of course, on the other hand, after more than a year, Fang Bie's martial arts realm has improved a lot.

Although it is said that the symbolic event that Fang Bie left Shenzhou at the beginning was that Qin defeated the opponent in a duel and cut off an arm of the opponent, but since then, Qin's strength does not seem to have been greatly affected. On the contrary, Fang Bie Completely disappeared.

Now it seems that Fang Bie may be much stronger than two years ago.

"How could he be killed so easily." Fang Bie shook his head and smiled, then continued to walk forward: "I'm back, Duan Wu."

As soon as Fang Bie finished speaking, Duan Wu slowly opened his eyes, looking at the smiling young man in front of him, he leaned forward from the ground in an instant, and slapped Fang Bie in the air.

Great Prajna Palm.

Although it is said that in the past two years, the Dragon Boat Festival has been spent almost every day in meditation, and has almost no effort to fight with others, or this little monk has no desire to fight with others at all, unlike Shang Jiuge who is walking Like a fighting machine.

However, Shaolin Kungfu is closely related to Buddhism, and it is the growth of time-honored kung fu, so it seems that the Dragon Boat Festival has not practiced hard in the past two years, but Kungfu has also improved a lot compared to two years ago.

Faced with Duan Wu's sharp palm approaching his full strength, Fang Bie smiled slightly, took a step forward, stretched out his right hand and met Duan Wu's palm squarely, both of them were doing their best, their true energy surged, and there was strength in an instant The wind swept away in all directions, causing the surrounding vegetation to sway.

"What are you doing!" Xue Ling who was at the side couldn't stand it any longer.

There is no reason to fight without saying a word when meeting, not to mention that these two people usually don't have a fighting personality.

"The palm strength is good." Fang Bie ignored Xue Ling's thoughts and looked at the Dragon Boat Festival in front of him: "I have grown a lot in the past two years."

"You have to grow up a bit. You can't sleep for two years. I'm just growing up. Even if I sleep for two years, I will grow up a lot." Duan Wu looked at Fang Bie and said solemnly.

"Are you ready to go back to Shaolin Temple?" Fang Bie looked at Duan Wu and said abruptly.

Duan Wu seemed to have prepared for this question long ago. Faced with Fang's other questions, he nodded quietly: "You said that you will take me back to Shaolin next time you come back. Now it's time to fulfill your promise."

"Let me say first, going back is not a very pleasant thing." Fang Bie looked at Duan Wu and said indifferently.

"But you still need to go back, don't you?" Duan Wu smiled, raised his right hand to Fang Bie, and said softly, "Namo Amitabha."

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Before going back to Shaolin, you need to go back to Los Angeles.

As Fang Bie said before, the three people who finally left Bianliang were him, Duan Wu and Xue Ling.

With the Dragon Boat Festival and her own protection, in fact, Xue Ling's safety does not need to be too worried, not to mention that Xue Ling is also a user of the Vajra Immortal Art. Two years, for Xue Ling, is also not two years of doing nothing .

Now Xue Ling has slowly begun to touch the threshold of the first-grade realm. Although I don't know how long it will take to cross this threshold, Xue Ling will not be vulnerable to those real top experts.

Returning to the old place actually did not have any inexplicable emotion for Xue Ling, and the three of them did not go back to the old site of Xiaohun Inn, because since Yuan Chong's arrival, it has been turned over beyond recognition.

After all, before Fang Bie left, he almost sold out the layout and stronghold of the hive in Los Angeles to Lu Yuan.

They just came outside the city of Los Angeles and watched as Fang Bie dug out a small celadon altar under a big pine tree.

In the small altar are the ashes of the eminent monk Kongwu.

"When did you bury it here?" Xue Ling couldn't help asking.

Xue Ling always thought that the ashes were kept in Xiaohun Inn.

"A long time ago." Fang Bie said simply, but did not answer in detail.

"According to the original promise, I will send this altar of ashes back to Shaolin Temple in exchange for a 72 stunt." The boy looked at Duan Wu and said.

Duan Wu shook his head: "I don't remember the agreement you made with Master back then."

At that time, during the Dragon Boat Festival, when he was seriously injured and comatose, how could he know the original agreement.

"It's enough that you are a witness." Fang Bie smiled: "You don't need to know, as long as I can prove that you are relieved, Xue Ling inherited the indestructible power of Vajra, all this will not be so troublesome."

"But is a 72 stunt really useful to you?" Xue Ling who was at the side couldn't help asking.

"It was useless at first." Fang Bie shook his head and said, "But now, it is quite useful."

The young man weighed the small celadon altar in the book, and then handed it to Xue Ling: "Now, let's go to Shaolin."

"It wasn't the right time back then, but now, I think it's almost the right time."

"In short, get ready for a big fight."

"A big fight?" Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie with doubts.

Fang Bie smiled: "Our trip may turn Shaolin upside down, do you believe it?"

(End of this chapter)