Starting from Xiaoao Jianghu to push martial arts horizontally

"The buns are mine!"

Snatching the basket containing the buns, Sikong Qianluo expressed that she was a vengeful little woman.

"I'm not full yet!"

Wushuang had a mournful face, he was not full yet!

"Sir, what choice did the student make?"

After a moment of silence, Lu Yudi stepped forward and asked respectfully.

He also wanted to know what choice he made in the hit. Although he had already guessed, he still wanted to ask.

"It's not good, in your words, it's a teacher's fate, you are less assertive than Tang Lian, and I will give you a word as a teacher, act with your heart!

The future era belongs to you young people, not to your master Song Yanhui, let alone those old guys. You have to have your own ideas, so as to create your own era according to your ideas.

Just like the back waves of the sea push the front waves, the front waves always have to be beaten to death on the beach by the back waves. "

Patting Lu Yudi on the shoulder, Tian Hao continued to walk forward.

"Move with your heart!"

After reading a sentence, Lu Yudi smiled, and followed with strides, his mind becoming more and more free and clear.

What Master said is correct, the city lord, Master is a loser. After working hard for most of his life, he failed to lead Wushuang City back to its former glory, and even now there is a faint trend of civil strife.

He can't follow the old path of the master of the city, he has to open up a new path.

"You're just a kid, why are you pretending to be old!"

Mu Yumo curled his lips, disdainful of Tian Hao's old-fashioned attitude, but when he thought of being called aunt, he was so angry that he couldn't refute it.

Is it old to be in my 30s?

Just as Tian Hao was going to the main city of Khotan, a caring person in a monastery in the city also got the information immediately.

"Master, they really set off as you expected. They are currently rushing to the main city, and they are expected to arrive in three hours."

A young man jumped back to report.

"Where are the horse thieves?"

The mellow man sitting under the tree asked, taking this very seriously.

In fact, he had already arrived, but there were too many people gathered there, even if he was strong, if he really wanted to bump into him, he would be beaten to death by the group.

So I have been waiting here for the opportunity.

"Those horse thieves didn't move, they were still practicing the magic power of the Vajra Demon."

The boy continued to reply, feeling numb about it.

I really don't know how those people gathered those horse thieves, there were too many people.

"Okay, after they enter the city, we will go to Dafanyin Temple!"

The mellow man put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand and heaved a sigh of relief.

If the little monk stayed in the army of horse thieves all the time, even if he couldn't do anything about it, it would be much easier to get out.

Before, I thought that the task assigned by the supervisor would be messed up!

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(Ms. Tian: Xiao Zhouzhou is waiting for you, come to the bowl quickly!)

Chapter 1135 Mercy Bloodstained

Outside the gate of Khotan National University Fanyin Temple, a luxurious soft sedan chair stood quietly. After negotiating with the monks in the temple, the two young men in blue walked back to the sedan chair and waited quietly, but they had doubts in their hearts.

"Master, if we want to catch that little monk, we can do it directly at the gate of the city? Why do we have to come to the Great Fanyin Temple?"

Ling Jun didn't quite understand the master's intentions. According to his idea, as long as the young monk left the army of horse thieves, they could start to take him down. With the strength of the master, it would be no problem.

"It's not that simple. According to the information I got, if the teacher guessed correctly, the young monk has already practiced the six powers of Buddhism. If he really wants to use the magic foot to escape, even if he is a teacher, he may not be able to catch up.

As a teacher, he needs to use someone from the Dafanyin Temple to lure the young monk over and add a burden to him.

That was one of the few people who knew the real cause of his father's death, and he wouldn't give up. "

Shen Jingzhou smiled slightly. It was not without reason that he waited here for a month.

It is no problem to defeat the little monk with one's own strength, but it is difficult to catch it.

Originally thought that the little monk was practicing the secret arts of the Raksha Hall, but who would have thought that what he really practiced was the six skills of Buddhism, and he even succeeded in practicing it.

A single supernatural power gave him a headache, and it was not easy to catch it.

You have to be smart!

"Amitabha, the abbot welcomes you!"

At this time, the monk who went in to pass the message opened the gate of the temple, and announced the Buddha's call to signal Shen Jingzhou and others to enter.

"Get up!"

Boyong signaled the four monks to get up the sedan chairs and headed towards Dafanyin Temple first.

Four bare-chested monks lifted the sedan chair and walked into the Dafanyin Temple.

The group of people stopped shortly after entering, and an old monk waited quietly with two burly monks.

While signaling the four monks carrying sedan chairs to stop, Boyong looked at the three monks.

"Master, there are three monks, two big monks, one has the supernatural power of conjuring pearls to subdue demons, and it looks like it should have [-]% strength, and the other is practicing breaking the precepts sword technique, with [-]% power. I can't see the old monk who is the leader. Tou, it seems that he doesn't know martial arts."

"Can't do martial arts? Venerable Falan!"

The rosary beads in Shen Jingzhou's hand paused, and there was a guess.

"Honorable Falan, we haven't seen each other in Tianqi City for more than ten years!"

Venerable Falan remained silent, as if he hadn't heard it, which made Bo Yong and Lingjun angry.

"Bold, my master is asking you something!"

"Don't be rude, Venerable Falan is not disrespectful, but he just can't speak?"

Shen Jingzhou opened his mouth to suppress the anger of the two disciples. He was familiar with Venerable Falan and knew that the old monk would not speak.

"Can't speak?"

"Dumb?"

Both Boyong and Lingjun were stunned. The legendary Venerable Fran was actually a mute?

This gesture made the faces of the two monks following Venerable Falan angry. Those two young men were too rude.

"My lord, I came here today to find someone with you."

Venerable Falan shook his head. He guessed who Shen Jingzhou was looking for, but he was his junior, and he would never hand it over.

"I have a letter from the Lord of Khotan, your lord, don't be fooled!"

Shen Jingzhou took out a hole card, but he guessed that it was not very useful. After all, he was facing Venerable Faran, but it was enough to prevent Venerable Faran from making a move himself.

Sure enough, Venerable Falan still shook his head. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still would not hand over his junior brother.

Even if that junior is just a fake monk!

"You have been hiding that person for 12 years, and you can't hide this time!"

The tone became heavier, and Shen Jingzhou said helplessly: "Twelve years ago, Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Demon Cult, came to your master, Venerable Mo Ke, to ask about the way of heaven. But just shook his head.

Leaving aside the Dharma, the Venerable's ability to shake his head has been passed down by his master.

Bo Yong!Lingjun! "

At the end, he ordered in a cold voice.

"Yes, Master!"

The two teenagers understood and drew their swords out of their sheaths.

The two monks behind Venerable Faran also stepped forward, anger rising in their hearts.

"I'll meet you first!"

Boyong, on the other hand, was full of fighting spirit. He took a step forward, staring at the monk who had no murderous intent, feeling contemptuous in his heart.

As its name suggests, the Breaking Precepts Saber is a sword technique for killing, and it is also a rare killing martial art in Buddhism. The monk can tell at a glance that he has never killed anyone, so one can imagine how powerful the Precepts Breaking Saber can exert.

The monk saluted with one hand, but at the moment of saluting, Boyong drew his sword.

Almost like a sneak attack, the straight sword stabbed so fast that the monk almost didn't react. A cut was made on his shoulder, and blood slowly oozes out.

"you……"

The Jiedao monk was furious, that kid was too uneducated and uneducated.

"Monk, see clearly, what I am practicing is the compassionate swordsmanship passed down by my master, and even the compassionate swordsmanship can kill people, let alone the saber that breaks precepts, which is known as the most murderous in Buddhism.

If you can't kill anyone, or dare not kill, I advise you to throw away the scrap iron in your hand. "

Turning around, Bo Yong mocked, he really didn't have much interest in such an opponent.

It's so delicious!

The Jiedao monk was even more angry. He attacked with a sword, and the sword technique opened and closed. It was the Buddhist monk who broke the Jiedao.

However, just as the young man said, Jie Dao monk's Broken Jie Dao lacks the most crucial murderous aura, and it is difficult to exert [-]% of the power of the sword. Even if the cultivation base is more advanced, it is still not as good as the young boy Boyong.

"Those who hang the rosary, let me see your supernatural power of conquering demons with beads!"

Seeing that his senior brother was gaining the upper hand, Ling Jun held his sword and pointed at the monk with Buddhist beads.

Since Master wants to finish the battle quickly, let's finish it quickly.

Although Monk Rosary Bead was anxious about his senior brother who was being suppressed at a disadvantage, he also understood that it would be impossible to support his senior brother if he did not deal with the boy in front of him.

Taking down the huge Buddhist beads around his neck, the rosary monk rushed forward, picked up the heavy Buddhist beads and smashed them continuously, making cracks all over the ground, showing his strength.

"With the strength, it's just that the accuracy and speed are a bit off. Next, you have to hit the right point. Before anyone else gets hurt, demolish your own temple first!"

Exercising body skills to avoid the offensive of the Buddhist beads, Ling Jun laughed.

snort!

Glancing at the precarious senior brother, he snorted coldly, and the rosary monk broke the string that was strung on the rosary, and controlled the rosary to fly rapidly with his powerful skills.

"Senior brother, come and set up the formation, the great monk is angry."

Ling Jun's complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly shouted to his senior brother.

Dingzhu's supernatural power of subduing demons is strong and domineering, and he can gather all his skills in one blow. Even if he can resist it with his own skills, he will definitely be severely injured.

You have to join hands with your brother.

Boyong forced away the Jiedao monk with a sword, and threw the long sword in his hand at his junior brother Lingjun, and then jumped behind his junior brother, transmitting his own skills to him.

He practiced the same kung fu as his younger brother, and he also practiced combined strikes before, and the kung fu can be integrated, thus greatly increasing the power.

With the blessing of his senior brother, Ling Jun held two swords in his hands and danced rapidly. The sword energy turned into a lotus flower to protect them, which was the defensive tactic of the Mercy Sword Art.

"go with!"

The buddhist bead warrior monk also completed the preparations, and all his skills erupted and blessed the bead, turning into a flaming dragon and rushing straight towards it.

"Bang bang bang..."

The flame dragon carrying the Buddhist beads hit the sword-qi lotus, but failed to break the sword-qi lotus' defense.

"Monk, isn't your magical power of subduing demons with Dingzhu not very good?"

Slightly out of breath, Lingjun smiled disdainfully.

"Unexpectedly, I have worked hard for 20 years to practice the magic power of Dingzhu to subdue demons, and I am not as good as the two teenagers!"

Monk Fozhu finally spoke, with shame on his face.

I lost, lost to a boy under 20 years old, what a shame!

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