The Old Lady is Not Cute, Super Fierce

Shen Mengyan was very grateful to Shun, the head of the Huaxi Escort Bureau, for all the information she got while chatting with Shun Kaishen.

"I heard from Sister Xia Qing that your Dragon Sword Pavilion pays more attention to forgetting feelings. My little sister dared to ask, have you already started to practice the Severing Love Sword?"

Xia Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her head slightly, and looked very proud: "It's not even a beginner."

Getting started is not counted, which means that you are already learning!

I don't know how many grades the Love Slashing Sword can reach. It is definitely impossible for the lower-ninth grade, and it is also highly unlikely for the middle-eighth grade. It is possible that it belongs to the upper-seventh grade. Goods also have a certain probability.

Thinking of this, Shen Mengyan felt a little relieved, and no longer looked at the legendary Zhanqing sword. After all, she herself had the strange sixth-grade Jieqing Dark Hand Sword, which was at least on the same level as the opponent's swordsmanship.

With the help of the system, she is not afraid to compare with anyone in terms of the preciousness of martial arts secret books. This system can even throw out Ananda's broken vows, what else can't be thrown out?

After talking about herself, Xia Qing looked at Monk Wuku: "What about you, Monk? You used to practice Bodhisattva Zen, what else have you practiced?"

Asking about martial arts is a taboo, but friends are not included, and this is just asking about the name of the practice, not demonstrating the moves, so it doesn't matter.

Monk Wuku had a smile on his face, and he made a flower finger with his hands, but he didn't say a word.

"Bodhi twisting the flower finger..." Seeing this movement, Xia Qing muttered to herself, and then the light in her eyes became brighter: "I am looking forward to the competition with you even more!"

Good guy, a swordsmanship genius who started practicing Zhanqingjian before he was 20 years old, and a swordsman who has stepped into the middle stage, and also practiced the unique art of Bodhi Temple, the extremely bald donkey who holds the flower finger of Bodhi. The people sent out to work, this talent, how many people must be envious!

The two of you who co-authored are crazy geniuses, right?

This Bodhi Twisting Flower Finger is even more famous than the Love Slashing Sword. It is one of the secret methods of the Bodhi Temple!

Legend has it that Master Bodhi Songtsan, who founded the Bodhi Temple, traveled all the way from the Western Regions to the Central Plains, and then preached in the Central Plains for several years. Finally, when he returned, he encountered heavy rain and saw a quaint Bodhi tree in an uninhabited place. Tree.

He hid from the rain under the tree, saw the bodhi flowers blooming, a flower floated down, and just passed by Bodhi Songzan's eyes, but he was so blessed that he smiled at the flowers and created the Bodhi flower finger, which is known as the world's unique knowledge, and then In that place, the Bodhi Temple, which is now famous all over the world, was created.

When Shen Mengyan listened to Shun Kaishen tell this story, she felt that the creation of a kung fu method could be so feigned, that she deserved to be the big boss who founded the Bodhi Temple,

As a result, a person practicing this unique skill appeared in front of her eyes, and her eyes became hot all of a sudden.

"Master Wuku, if I step into the Qi Cultivation Realm in the future, how about giving me a chance to compete?"

Monk Wuku looked at the two women in front of him who wanted to fight with him, for a moment he didn't know whether to smile or sigh, and finally recited the Buddha's name silently: "Of course, I will accompany you."

After ordering some food and drink, Xia Qing said suddenly, "By the way, Heracius is here too."

"Heracius' benefactor is here too?" Monk Wuku finally became a little surprised: "This Western Region Divine Fist has not entered the world for a hundred years. Even in the Western Regions, it is not well-known, and the successor has entered the Central Plains again?"

Divine Fist of the Western Regions?Are you talking about the descendants of Alto?

Shen Mengyan listened obediently, thinking to herself.

Xia Qing whispered: "If the information is good, this Heracius is the most talented disciple of Xingdao Temple in the past hundred years. There are rumors that he has already stepped into the Qi Cultivation Realm, and he only kept practicing the Divine Fist. Bitter cultivation, I am afraid that this time I came out of the mountain because of the Maha Blood Sword."

Fist full of cracks?Why isn't it called Beidou Shenquan?

While making complaints, Shen Mengyan looked at the two of them with curious and questioning eyes, constantly gesturing to the two of them with their eyes to introduce the situation of Xingdao Temple to this little shrimp who had just entered the rivers and lakes.

Monk Wuku caught a glimpse of Shen Mengyan's eyes, and said, "This Xingdao Temple is a first-class sect in the Western Region's Alagore Grassland. To Wendou, after confirming who is more suitable to be the master, the master will choose one of the two apprentices as the current master.

"According to the philosophy of Xingdao Temple, only those who can achieve the best in civil and martial arts can be the person who guides the apprentice. If two apprentices have their own merits and cannot be compared, then let them teach at the same time, each teaching their own good side.

"Because of this reason, although Xingdao Temple has always been strong, its population is small, and it has never been able to truly become a major sect that leads the martial arts in the Western Regions. However, it is also a hermit cultivator, so it is not a big problem."

Xia Qing also nodded slightly: "That's right, but even though you are a hermit, you will still go down the mountain to practice, because the teaching of Xingdao Temple is to destroy, so you must have enough heart to control this force of destruction. Practice is extremely fancy, you must know that this downhill experience is also a very important part of xinxing cultivation.

"However, in the past hundred years, I haven't seen many times of experience, and there are even rumors that there is no one in Xingdao Temple. If it weren't for the appearance of people who used the God of Destruction Fist a few times later, I am afraid that everyone would be in Xingdao Temple Already no one.

"As for the Central Plains, they only know Alto, the divine fist of the Western Regions, but they don't know that Alto is a member of the Xingdao Temple. This time Heracius went down the mountain, thinking that the name of the Xingdao Temple can reappear in most people's eyes. in the eyes."

It turned out to be like this, so another genius is coming?

Alas, people with mediocre qualifications will be crushed to death by the talents of you people!

Shen Mengyan thought silently, put the crab meat soup into her mouth, before chewing a few times, there was an exclamation from outside.

"Kill, kill!"

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Chapter 37 God's Fists

With the sound of killing, everyone in the restaurant stood up at once, some hid under the table, some ran outside, and some stood still.

Xia Qing and Wuku also stood up and ran towards the outside. Shen Mengyan was naturally curious about what happened outside, and immediately followed.

I saw a person standing outside, a man in black clothes.

He has a resolute face, with black hair floating casually behind him, holding a sword in his hand, the blade is dark red, it looks like it was polished by some strange stone, it doesn't look like a metal product at all.

In front of him was a corpse that had been divided into two halves, and blood was flowing all over the place like this. Judging from the simple knife still clenched in his hand, this man was also a quack.

"Maha Blood Sword!" The moment Xia Qing saw the sword, her eyes widened, and she almost shouted out every single word.

"Amitabha." Looking at the corpse on the ground, Wuku recited the Buddha's name and took a step forward: "Layman, why don't you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha right away?"

"Monk, although the monks are merciful, but this is the holder of the evil weapon of the Maha Blood Sword. Do you think he will put down the butcher knife?" Xia Qing said, her whole body was circulating her true energy, and she was on guard secretly, not daring to mess around verb: move.

Wuku monk recited the mantra silently, Shen Mengyan could hear it clearly, but the other party recited the Mantra of Rebirth, and recited it for the dead, hoping that the dead could be reincarnated instead of becoming a lonely ghost.

Shen Mengyan continued to look at the mysterious man ahead. The mysterious man just looked at the sword in his hand without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked towards the sky.

The sun is blocked at this moment.

A burly figure appeared from midair, blocking the sunlight, and the shadow just covered the mysterious man. The man who appeared suddenly kicked out with one foot, and struck heavily at the mysterious man holding the sword.

A simple kick without any changes in moves, but it made everyone present feel unavoidable, just like this kick, like a mountain.

"boom!"

There was a bang, and before the two of them came into contact, the fierce confrontation started in an instant.

Sword energy appeared around the mysterious man holding the sword. These sword energy appeared out of thin air, as if the air had turned into a sharp blade, hovering around the body, and the area above it was even densely packed with sword energy, layer upon layer. It's like a huge wave.

And the man who kicked down from the mid-air is extremely strong, making him feel like a mountain, falling heavily, no matter how huge the waves are, I will not move.

Even with the sword energy blocking it, it only slowed down its landing speed.

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, all the surrounding sword energy condensed and merged into the long sword in his hand. The whole body of the sword exuded a faint red light, as if there was blood flowing out, and then he slashed upwards.

In an instant, the blood dragon soared into the air, intending to destroy the huge mountain above, the man who had been standing still could only dodge at this moment, bypassing the blow of the Maha blood sword, and landed on the ground not far away.

This is a naked (chi) man with his upper body naked, with bronze skin, and strong and neat muscles that seem to be sculpted.

His hair is not long hair like the people in the Central Plains, but cut short, showing a slight sense of explosion, and the pupils of his eyes are not black, but blue, like the ocean.

He lifted his feet and walked over like this, step by step, faster and faster, and finally turned into a rush, even causing a gust of wind to blow around.

"This person is Heracius. The kick just now seemed ordinary, but it actually contained the meaning of destruction. If it was an ordinary person, the blow just now would have already turned into a puddle of mud." Xia Qing whispered beside him. , as if talking to herself, but Shen Mengyan actually knew that the other party was talking to her.

While speaking, Heracius had already rushed in front of the sword-bearer, and his right fist blasted out like a meteor hammer, smashing it hard.

And the sword bearer was not in a hurry, he just swayed his footsteps, and avoided the blow just like that.

"boom!"

The fist hit the ground, and the stone slabs that paved the road were sunken under this blow, and a pothole more than half a meter wide appeared.

The sword-bearer also started to counterattack without hesitation, the blood sword flying in his hand, extremely tricky, like a poisonous snake vomits a message, waiting for an opportunity, always stabbing it from some weird corners.

For a moment, the fist wind and sword energy intertwined between the two, and the broken rocks flew on the ground, all of which were traces drawn by the sword energy and small holes made by the force of the fist.

Shen Mengyan was stunned, and so were the people around her. This Heracius turned all the internal force from his fist into punches of different strengths in different areas, spreading around him, constantly offsetting the opponent's sword energy. .

The skill of the sword bearer is similar. It is also to condense a large amount of sword energy, walk around, and turn it into a sharp blade, which can be attacked or defended.

Obviously it was just a one-on-one fight, but looking at the scene, it seemed like dozens of people were fighting each other.

Seeing you coming and going in the field, Xia Qing frowned slightly: "The Hundred Cracks of the Divine Fist... He has actually learned the Hundred Cracks of the Divine Fist, but why does the successor of the blood sword use similar tricks? There is no record in the records. never showed up."

Seeing that Heracius was fighting with the sword-bearer again, Shen Mengyan whispered, "Aren't you going to help?"

This opponent is an evil opponent, and there is no need to talk about the morals of the rivers and lakes. It is the best to go up and win together.

Shen Mengyan thought about it, and secretly circulated the true energy in her body, ready to rush forward at any time.

"This magical fist is full of cracks. After practicing it to a great degree, the strength of the fist can be sent and received freely. You can even punch out a hundred fists from the center of a copper coin at once. Look at that ground, do you want to be like that?"

Shen Mengyan looked at the broken or cut ground, then thought about what would happen to her small body after being hit by this kind of attack, and immediately shook her head.

Whoever wants to go will go, she won't go!

Although her physical body has been greatly strengthened after practicing Mingzun's glazed body, she is unwilling to risk her own life to test whether her physical body can withstand the fist and sword that even breaks and cuts stones. gas.

But it's not impossible, as long as you seize the right opportunity and use Ananda's Breaking Saber, Shen Mengyan feels that she should be able to control the opponent for a while.

Thinking of this, she still secretly prepared, and slowly stretched her hand towards her scabbard.

At this moment, the Wuku monk who had been chanting the mantra of the past life beside him stopped chanting, and he took a step forward. His monk's robe was old and rustling, as if there was a wind blowing in it.

"Amitabha, since the layman is unwilling to put down the butcher's knife, I have no choice but to let the layman put down the butcher's knife himself."

After speaking, a golden light appeared all over his body, and he pinched the flowers with his hands and pointed them out.

It is the supreme master of Bodhi Temple, Bodhi's flower finger!

Chapter 38 Pursuit

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I saw the gentle expression on Monk Wuku's face, pointing out his finger lightly, it seemed extremely gentle, but he could feel the incomparable power, obviously he didn't want to hurt the gentleness like a flower, but he felt that this finger was invincible .

The energy surrounding the two of them was hit by this finger, and then the energy was broken one by one. Even if new energy appeared, it could not stop Wuku Monk's finger.

Seeing himself being pinched back and forth, the figure of the sword-bearer in black, the successor of the Maha Blood Sword, changed, and the energy around him began to restrain himself and concentrate. Apart from dodging this blow, he also wanted to be on the safe side. If you are hit, you will directly use your tyrannical internal strength and physical body to resist it.