Martial Arts: 3000 Net Sword Slaves At The Start

Lin Zhilan has been in the Jingchanyuan for ten years, and he has seen many disciples who are not as talented as him, who can practice the unique skills of Jingchanyuan such as Prajna Zen Palm and Thousand-handed Tathagata Palm.

But he can only practice middle-level martial arts such as Splitting Palm, Arhat Fist, and Meteor Kick.

Over the years, my heart is naturally dissatisfied.

It was because he couldn't bear such a different treatment from Jingchanyuan that he chose to steal the cheats and escaped from Jingchanyuan.

"You've got a picture, be careful."

The ascetic monk shook his head and sighed, "My Buddhist martial arts, there is no distinction between high and low, why should you care about these.

"You have the current Cultivation Base, and you are on the top list, which proves that you are talented, and the Jingchanyuan has already regarded you as a future pillar.

"These tests today are just to hone your character."

"The cultivation of disciples in my Jingchanyuan is five years for ordained disciples and ten years for lay disciples. This is the rule set by the ancestors.

"As long as you wait, the Elder of the Jingchanyuan will definitely teach you martial arts, so why do you steal the secrets?"

Lin Zhilan said in a deep voice: "This is the end of the matter, there is no need for uncle to talk about it!"

"Now that I've done it and done it, it's too late to regret it, let alone "940", I won't regret it either.

"If my uncle wants to take me back to the mountain, just do it."

"I know that I am no match for Master Uncle, but if you want me to be captured without a fight, it is absolutely impossible!"

After finishing speaking, the robe on Lin Zhilan's body moved automatically without any wind, and a murderous aura burst out suddenly.

"Since you are stubborn, don't blame uncle for being ruthless!"

After the words fell, the body of the ascetic monk rushed forward like lightning, and he fell down with a wave of his palm.

The palm strength of this palm is introverted, and it looks ordinary, as if there is no change.

But in fact, under the control of the ascetic monk, the vigorous palm strength has been completely restrained.

As long as he moves his mind, he can completely explode.

Not only that, this palm is changeable and can be sent and received freely, and it has covered all of Lin Zhilan's honey directions.

No matter how Lin Zhilan evaded, he couldn't break away from the control of palm strength.

This is the prajna palm of Buddhist martial arts, and it is the most changeable palm.

Facing the ascetic monk's palm, Lin Zhilan didn't dare to be careless.

He is nothing but the Grandmaster realm, and the ascetic is the Grand Great Master.

If the ascetic monk gets serious, he may not be able to take a single move.

Now the ascetic monk is thinking about his fellowship, and he is optimistic about his qualifications, so he didn't do his best, and there is still some leeway.

And this is his only chance.

It is impossible for him to defeat the ascetic monk head-on, but if he can take advantage of the ascetic monk's mercy, it is not impossible to escape.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhilan refreshed his luck, his energy penetrated his whole body, and he also struck out with the same palm.

This is the only superior martial art that Lin Zhilan has learned, and it is also the Prajna Meditation Hall.

It's just that his palm, the change in palm strength, and the purity of Internal Energy are far inferior to those of the ascetic monk.

"boom!"

The two palms collided together, causing a wave of anger.

At the moment when the two palms met, Lin Zhilan's body trembled, and then he shot backwards, smashing the window with his back and flying out of the ruined temple.

Lin Zhilan snorted in mid-air, and a bloody smell rose from his throat.

Although the ascetic monk didn't use all his strength, this palm still hurt him.

Lin Zhilan didn't dare to delay, and immediately cast Qinggong Movement Technique after landing, and his whole body was like a sharp arrow, shot into the heavy rain and disappeared.

Just now, he deliberately escaped from the ruined temple with the help of the ascetic monk's palm.

This was also the only way for him to escape under the circumstances at that time.

With such a downpour, the footprints left by him will be washed away by the heavy rain in an instant.

As long as he escapes quickly, he may not be unable to escape from the palm of the ascetic monk.

"boom!"

The ascetic monk broke through the window and fell outside the temple. It was dark outside and the rain was pouring.

As far as the eye could see, there was no trace of Lin Zhilan.

But in just a short moment, Lin Zhilan had already escaped, which shows that Lin Zhilan's Qinggong Cultivation Base is extraordinary.

The ascetic monk didn't delay, he directly chose a direction, and chased after him suddenly.

Like a swimming dragon, he turned into a phantom, broke through the rain curtain, and went forward without hesitation.

The battle between the two ended quickly, and the gap between Grand Great Master and Great Master was very obvious.

They have a place list and a sky list, and the gap is far away.

It was only natural that Lin Zhilan lost in one move.

After the ascetic monk left, only Nangong Ye and the young woman were left in the ruined temple.

Now that they knew Nangong Ye's true identity, they were even more terrified when they saw the five corpses in the temple.

"Miss, why don't we leave early?"

Steward Li was terrified and did not dare to stay in the ruined temple any longer.

The same is true for the other dozen or so guards. They would rather travel in the pouring rain than stay with Xing Zhiye.

The young girl was also a little scared, and immediately nodded in agreement.

The group of them packed their bags casually, and then left the ruined temple.

Withstood the storm, disappeared into the rain.

As a result, there are only nine Nangong Ye people left in the temple.

It can be seen that the reputation of the net is so fierce.

"Boom!"

As time passed, the thunder and lightning outside still showed no sign of stopping.

Not only that, the sky changed color, the wind became more violent, and the rain became more intense.

The fierce wind bent several old pine trees outside the temple, and even a pine tree was directly blown off.

Such heavy rain is really rare in ten years.

In this ancient feudal period, with such a vision of heaven and earth, some people will inevitably associate it with natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Say something like the king has no way, the world will change.

If someone wants to conspire to cause chaos, they will definitely take this as a precursor.

Sitting in the temple, Nangong Ye Lotus Position closes his eyes for luck.

Although the sound of wind and rain was shrill, it did not affect him.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was another strange noise outside the temple gate.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-stained and drenched man broke into the door and fell to the ground

He looked at Nangong Ye with a hazy look, then tilted his head and lost consciousness...

Luan Shen stepped forward and used his sword to pry away the hair on the man's face, revealing a bloody face.

"Young master, it's Lin Zhilan."

Luan Shen saw the identity of the person who came, and it was Lin Zhilan who escaped from the ascetic monk before.

He actually went back and forth, and returned to the ruined temple.

The most dangerous place is the safest place, maybe Lin Zhilan thought of this before returning to the ruined temple.

At this time, Lin Zhilan was covered in blood, and the rain mixed with blood flowed all over the ground.

Nangong Ye slowly opened his eyes and asked, "How is he?"

Luan Shen put his fingers under Lin Zhilan's nose, and when he checked his breath, there was nothing there.

"He was seriously injured, his breathing was weak at this time, and he couldn't last long."

Nangong Ye sneered secretly when he heard this, the ascetic monk must have caught up with Lin Zhilan later, and he would not show mercy.

How can a Grand Great Master's method be resisted by a top-level Great Master?

This Lin Zhilan didn't die on the spot, but was able to escape into the ruined temple, which is considered a means.

"Young master, do we want to save him?"

Zhen Gang looked at Lin Zhilan and knew that this was a Great Master on the local list.

If recruited into the net, it can be regarded as a strong opponent.

"No need." Nangong Ye shook his head, "Send him on his way."

After the words fell, Luan Shen did not hesitate at all, and swung his sword to cut off Lin Zhilan's neck.

Just like that, a Great Master died without a sound in this ruined temple.

"Young master, why didn't you save him?"

The startled salamander looked at Lin Zhilan's body, and couldn't help but ask, "Can a Great Master be of some use?"

Nangong Ye was expressionless, showing a sense of coldness, "A seriously injured guy, who of you will take care of him?"

"We still have to hurry, there is no man to carry a burden. 0.1"

If Lin Zhilan is still in his prime at this time, Nangong Ye may also recruit him to join the net.

But now he is seriously injured and dying, and it will take at least a month or two to recover.

And along the way, he was unconscious, who would take care of him?

Nangong Ye has no reason or time to save a burden.

The seriously injured Great Master is just a useless person to him.

Since it is a useless person, there is no need to stay.

Chaos God Jungle Zhilan searched for a while, and took out a cloth bag from it.

After opening, inside is a book of cheats inlaid with thin gold threads.

There are four big characters written on the cheat book, "No Phase Jiezhi.

"My lord, it's the Wuxiang Jie finger of Buddhist martial arts."

Luan Shen respectfully handed the cheat book to Nangong Ye.

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