Flower Stealing Master

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng's voice fell, he lifted up Tai Chi Jin to draw Du'er and Du Jie's long whips into confrontation.

There was a vigorous internal force attached to the black cord. The two monks noticed that there was another weird internal force from the black cord. They found that the two long lashes smashed together uncontrollably, and they whispered "bad" in their hearts. The internal force on the opponent's black rope was overwhelming, and the two monks shook together.

The three monks are brothers, the difference between the martial arts of crossing the disaster and the catastrophe is not big, and the martial arts is obviously higher without the transition. At that moment, he lost his combat effectiveness.

Although Du'e was in better condition, it was not much better. Du Jie's full blow made his chest numb. After a few breaths, his body became numb and his internal strength became stagnant. If it is normal, it is ≧ ≧≧, ★.↘≠.♂It’s okay. In such a short period of time, he can straighten out the true energy in his body by adjusting his breath, but what kind of character is Zhang Sanfeng, who has already shot, how can he give the other party a breather?

When Duan Nan saw the other party's action, the two senior brothers instantly lost their combat effectiveness. They were shocked. With a shake of their long whip, they attacked behind Zhang Sanfeng, hoping to stop him for a moment and let Du'e ease his breath.

Song Qing chuckled, sucking a handful of pine needles on the ground, and using his internal strength to blast towards the face of the hardship, like a torrential rain pear flower needle in Tangmen's mighty world, the expression of the hardship changed slightly, and he hurried to the side to hide, but in his hands The black rope did not stop at all, and still swept towards Zhang Sanfeng's back.

Suddenly there was a warning sign in the face of the disaster, and it suddenly appeared that Song Qing, who was still a few feet away before, was standing by his side and smiling to himself at the moment, and a cold breath burst out: "Is this really a light work in the world..."

This was his last thought before the acupoint was blocked. The black cable lost power, and when halfway through the flight, it fell directly to the ground.

Song Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had to be distracted to save him when he was overwhelmed. In addition to not knowing the details of my light work, I was able to control him so easily, otherwise it would really take some effort.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng also sealed the key points of Du'e. Seeing Song Qing overcame the disaster so quickly, his eyes were full of admiration.

"After the investigation, we will leave immediately." Zhang Sanfeng said in a low voice, Song Qing nodded and said yes, the two of them flashed in their bodies, and then went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as they opened the door, before they had time to check the situation inside, the two of them suddenly changed their expressions and hurriedly put their palms on their chests, and soon a powerful force came, intersecting the palms of the two, and the two of them were involuntary. Shook.

The two looked intently, and at the door a thin monk in a green robe was holding a broom, arching and sweeping the floor. This monk is not young, his sparse long beards are completely white, his actions are slow, he is weak, and he doesn't look like he has martial arts.

However, the two of them did not dare to despise each other in the slightest. After all, the skinny old monk was just one enemy and two, and he was shocked to shake their figures at the same time. Although the other side was waiting for work, the two were caught off guard, but the result of the battle was also quite proud.

"I don't know where an expert visits the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the middle of the night?" Although the surface of the sweeping monk is calm at this time, but his heart is stormy. I don't know how many years since he will have a feeling of seeing the mountains and small mountains when Ling Juding, many famous in the world The long-time master couldn't even take one of his moves. Unexpectedly, in the confrontation just now, he was so powerful that he would be shocked and bloody. What is the source of the two people in front of him?

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Song Qing, and he was very fortunate that what Qing said was true. This Shaolin Buddhist Scripture Pavilion actually hides such a super master. If Qing hadn't reminded him, he would come to Shaolin Temple rashly, and the other party had malicious intentions. , I really might fold on this Shaoshi Mountain.

The sweeping monk looked at the old Taoist man in front of him, who stood there casually as if Yuan Yu Yue Zhi, with an unfathomable look, couldn't help being surprised: Could it be him?

When his gaze shifted to Song Qing, he was even more surprised: "It turned out to be the donor of Song. The donor not only cured the meridians on his body, but also learned this terrifying ability. The strange situation is beyond the accident of the old monk."

Song Qing hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Junior Song Qing has met his seniors. Fortunately for the seniors' guidance, the junior's life has only taken a turn for the better."

"Lao Na didn't give any substantive suggestions at the beginning, so I didn't dare to take credit for it." The sweeping monk deliberately asked how the other party repaired the meridians, but now is not a good time to chat, so he has to turn to Zhang Sanfeng, "This is Wudang's. Zhang Zhenren?"

Zhang Sanfeng leaned slightly: "Pan Dao Zhang Sanfeng, I have seen a master. The master's cultivation is the first person I have ever seen in my life. Pang Dao admires him."

"There are all things in the world, they are all dreams, let alone in front of Zhang Zhenren, how dare a poor monk call it the first." The sweeping monk also bent over and gave a salute.

Vaguely hearing the voices of the Shaolin monks coming here, Song Qing said in a secret message: "Master, or you come and hold this one in front of you, I will take the opportunity to check in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, or wait for Xuanci and the others. Come here, I'm afraid there will be no chance."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded secretly: "Okay!"

Song Qing's expression lifted, and he said to the sweeping monk: "Senior, this time we went to Shaolin at night to find out the whereabouts of my father and a few uncles. If there is any offense, please forgive me. The junior will come again in the future. Apologize."

As soon as the voice fell, his whole person was like a blue smoke, rushing into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"The donor's light work is probably the best in the world!" The sweeping monk showed a look of surprise, folded his hands, and did not see any movement. Song Qing suddenly felt that there was an invisible high wall in front of him, and the whole person seemed to have crashed into a fishing net. In the middle, a palm hit, but the overwhelming palm power had nowhere to focus, but was bounced back by the air wall.

Song Qing's expression condensed, the wooden sword was already in his hand, and he swung it away. The wooden sword seemed to become an indestructible laser knife. The wall of air in front of him was instantly divided into two, and he suddenly felt the pressure around him relieved. .

"Huh?" The sweeping monk was even more surprised. Just as he was about to continue his shot, Zhang Sanfeng also moved. No matter how confident he was, he did not dare to expose his flanks to Zhang Sanfeng, the world's number one man, so he had to let Song Qing leave and fight back. Twelve points of spirit to deal with the immediate enemy.

At this time, Xuan Ci had led the masters of Shaolin to rush over one after another. Seeing that Sandu was wounded and restrained, Zhang Sanfeng was struggling with the sweeping monk, and couldn't help but be frightened and angry: "Zhang Zhenren rushed to the Shaolin Forbidden Land at night, I am afraid that he will lose a faction of clan tolerance!"

Zhang Sanfeng only smiled bitterly. At this moment, he was full of energy on the sweeping monk in front of him. He didn't dare to speak at a critical moment, worried that he would vent his true anger and be taken advantage of by the other party.

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