Void Transformation

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, outside the gate of Shaolin Mountain, a blue-shirted swordsman stood silently, his hands hanging down naturally, but he was pulling a sack in his right hand. The sack is big enough to fit a living person, but the sack is now lying motionless on the ground, but it doesn't seem to contain a living thing.

The blue-shirted swordsman looked at the empty gate in front of him, then looked at the sack in his hand, and recalled the scene before a stick of incense in his mind.

"Give me a reason to bring you together!"

"Brother Yan said and laughed. If there is no reason, Brother Yan will not be here. Brother Wan has already died, and only the promise of Brother Yan that day is left."

Heipao Xiaofeng settled down. It was the key to getting the face of the other person right. He expected that since the person in front of him made a promise that day, now that the know-it-all has been back to the camp, he will definitely not let himself have an accident again.

As for the death of the know-it-all, he didn't blame him for not keeping his promise, but the few masters who had just played against him were far beyond his control. And for this, both Master of All Trades and Xiaofeng had prepared in their hearts. Yan Feiyu was a hole card, but he was not omnipotent.

However, at The next moment, Yan Feiyu asked Xiaofeng a word that made Xiaofeng puzzled for a while:

"So, I must take you away because I promised that day?"

Xiaofeng hesitated for a while, but after all he did not catch the point of the other party's sentence, and blurted out: "Naturally it is not necessary, but it all depends on whether Brother Yan keeps his promise."

"good very good!"

Yan Feiyu said good after hearing the words, then a strange smile appeared on his face, and he walked towards Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng clearly saw the look in the opponent's eyes, but he thought that the other party would not take action against him. The other party must be frightening him by acting like this.

However, one has the intention to act, the other has the intention not to resist. With the blessing of the two, Xiaofeng finally said in the palm of the other party's neck suddenly: "Misunderstanding..."

After a stick of incense, Yan Feiyu appeared at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. However, the gate was originally guarded by a monk, but now the gate is empty. Yan Feiyu stopped for a long time and didn't notice anything unusual, but he frequently looked at the sacks under his feet because he felt safe and should wait again.

"Um?"

At this moment, Yan Feiyu suddenly murmured suspiciously, and then the right hand carrying the sack suddenly loosened, twisting into a sword finger and a force on his shoulder, the long sword suddenly flew out behind him. At the same time Yan Feiyu took the sword, the long sword pointed at the mountain gate, and said in a deep voice:

"Huashan sent Yan Feiyu, who is the one who came?"

As several leaves flew past and fell to the ground slowly, a slow sound of footsteps came from a distance. At this moment, a Buddha's horn also sounded:

"Amitābha, the donor is too worried."

Then, a Daoist shadow stepped forward, but although his steps were slow, his body moved several steps forward with each step. Yan Feiyu heard the Buddha's name for the first time, and goodbye to the footwork of the incoming person. Guessed that this was a reed crossing the river from Shaolin, he immediately took the sword into its sheath and said loudly:

"It turns out to be the master of Shaolin Sect."

When the voice fell, a breeze came in front of Yan Feiyu, and when he looked up, he saw a man in a gray monk robe appear in front of him. It's just that although this man was wearing a monk robe, he was not shaved, and his short hair was hidden in the crown of the Buddha.

It’s just that when Yan Feiyu saw the person’s face clearly, the politeness of the previous moment suddenly disappeared. Although he did not use the sword, his tongue was like a sword: "It’s you, Daoda. Shaolin is now at a critical moment, you At this moment, when going down the mountain, are you going to turn the corner, or throw yourself into the arms of the beautiful woman?"

Daotao raised his eyes and glanced at the blue-shirted swordsman when he heard the words, but he did not remember that he knew him. But just as the other party saw his own identity, Daotao also guessed that the blue-shirted swordsman in front of him should be the same as himself, all aliens.

It's just that he has a secret letter on his body at the moment, and he has to leave as soon as possible, but there is no time to deal with him. Fortunately, I don't have many real friends, but there are also many people I know. This time, among the Martial Forest's righteous Dao sect that Shaolin invited, there are many people he knows.

In this way, he can use the flying pigeon to pass on the books, send letters to these people, and then ask these people to tell them on their behalf. This is the special convenience that foreigners can enjoy, unlike the people of Rivers and Lakes.

"Amitābha, the poor monk has important things to do, so I will talk to the donor next time."

After Dao Dao said, he no longer went to see Yan Feiyu, and Qinggong would leave immediately if he transported again. And he didn't worry that Yan Feiyu would make a sneak attack, because he believed that since the other party knew him, he would give himself some Face.

"Wait!"

"Ahem..."

At this moment, two different voices sounded at the same time, but Daotao's original footsteps stopped abruptly. Yan Feiyu's sentence of being slow is of course not the reason for him to stop, and the reason for him to stop is that soft cough.

At this moment, Daotao subconsciously looked towards the sack, but saw a person's upper body drilled out of the mouth of the sack. When he looked at it, he immediately recognized who this person was. His eyes condensed, but at the moment he stopped, he patted Yan Feiyu's vest with a palm.

Dao Ta raised his hand, although he didn't use his moves, he still borrowed the power of Qinggong's footing. Naturally, he didn't want to kill the opponent with this move, but just wanted to save the person in the sack. But just as Daotaa's hand was about to reach the blue-shirted swordsman who seemed to be unprepared and about to be attacked, a muffled noise suddenly came out:

"Keng!"

At the same time, Daotao withdrew and retreated, only because he had just held his own palm, hitting the opponent's raised weapon. For the first handover, Dao Ta had a plan in mind, knowing that Yan Feiyu's strength was not below him.

However, although the person in this sack has no good feelings, he can't help but save him because of Xiaoxiao. And since he wants to save, he doesn't need to have any reservations anymore, because he knows that if someone with similar strength makes a move, his mood is also the key to victory.

"Huh! It's up to you."

Yan Feiyu blocked the opponent's attack with a sword, and while he snorted in his mouth, he took advantage of the momentum to strike out with his left palm while turning around. However, just after this palm strength, three silver needles followed one after another.

Under the white light mapping, it is extremely difficult for the naked eye to distinguish where the three needles are. And if the opponent uses the palm of the flesh to continue a palm-strength, if the back force is insufficient, the moment when the palm-stripping strength regains the breath, the three silver needles will pierce the palm of the palm.

On the other side, Daotao withdrew and retreated, and also turned over with a palm, but because the victory was the first opportunity, this palm had already transported 50% of Internal Energy, and a bleak red light disappeared in a flash. However, at the moment when the red light flashed, due to the sky, under the reflection, he happened to see the other party's three needles hidden under the white light.

"boom!"

A loud bang came from in front of the two, but both of them did not continue to make a move in a very tacit understanding. Several leaves fell slowly, but three silver needles were inserted in the middle of the ground. When all the leaves fell to the ground, Dao Dao put his palms together, proclaiming the Buddha's chant:

"Amitābha, the donor first uses the white rainbow palm strength, and then uses the silver needle to break the qi. Such a Cultivation Base of internal strength should not be an unknown person."

When Yan Feiyu heard the sound, a smile appeared on her face, then she stroked her forehead, and then said:

"Dao Ta, how do you say it is also on the list, even if you are itchy, you don't have to make a shot from behind. Or do you think Yanmou will use his hole cards between the wrong hands?"

However, Daotao did not answer the question, as if talking to himself:

"Although the poor monk does not pay attention to Rivers and Lakes, he also knows the general strength of the foreigners in the Central Plains. There were three swordsmen on the list. The Ye Shuang Xing of Shujian Villa is a female benefactor. Naturally, Wudang Wusu is rarely separated, and the benefactor is naturally. No. So the identity of the donor..."

"You and I are both foreigners. Why do you need a reason to kill? Have you been in Shaolin for a long time and your mind has become elusive? Or, before you make a move, you must find a legitimate reason for yourself. Worthy of Martial Forest's right way?"

The more Yan Feiyu said, the more aggressive he became, but the fierce aura on his body became weaker and weaker. Daotao knew in his heart that the convenience was the sword of Huashan, but he was even more puzzled when he thought of this, why the people in the sack would provoke him.

At the moment, both of them are talking nonsense, but they know each other well. Both of them are accumulating True Qi. And when he took another shot, it was no longer a small fight before, but a decisive move. It’s just this kind of move. Try not to post if you can. After all, once you get to their Cultivation Base, one loss is a major loss.

"Today the poor monk didn't want to do it, it's just that you caught the poor monk's friend, the friend you had to save."

Between the openings, Daotao's monk's clothes went without wind. It was a sign that True Qi's operation was approaching completion. At this moment, he had begun to dissipate the Shaolin Heart Power and at the same time run the Marrow Washing Sutra. The Big Sumeru Mountain Palm has also been used at the same time, but this time he didn't use the same tricks of becoming a Buddha, just because he can't die now.

"Um?"

Yan Feiyu naturally noticed that the opponent's moves were already full, but he was taken aback by the opponent's words. He immediately looked at the black robe Xiaofeng in the sack, and Xiaofeng had just regained consciousness at this time, and was subconsciously breaking free from the restraints.

Yan Feiyu hesitated for a while, thinking that he would take this guy up to the mountain to watch the show. Suddenly he took the sword into its sheath, waved his hand to Daotao casually, and said in a calm tone:

"Oh, then stop, he is also my friend."

"you!"

Daotao uttered the word "you", with his palm behind him, his strength was slowly incorporated into Dantian, and between ten breaths, he could stimulate this inner strength again at any time, without the need to perform exercises, that's it. It is the mystery of Washing Marrow Sutra.

"Stop pretending, if you don't want to see your friend hacked to death by me."

The sound of the transmission sounded in Xiaofeng's mind, but Xiaofeng really didn't pretend to be dizzy this time. In other words, when he first arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, he was pretending to be fainted, but then he really fainted because of insufficient oxygen in the sack.

After that, Yan Feiyu raised his hand and struck out. With two soft sounds of "swish", the sack suddenly fell apart, and the black robe Xiaofeng staggered to his feet. Seeing that the breeze was okay, Daotao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he didn't want to stay anymore, turned and walked away.

But when Daotao turned around, he suddenly felt a chill, and went straight to the key point behind him...

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