"Master, master, what kind of person is the ancestor, he allows you to teach Shaolin martial arts to non-Shaolin disciples?

After learning that Ye Huang was going to take him to meet Pu Nian, Wang Xiaoming kept asking questions along the way, as if in his heart, Ye Huang's master Pu Nian would be a serious and terrifying old monk, and once he met him, he would have to be a monk.

"Master, don't go so fast, this stone staircase is so shaking, I have a lot of nervousness in my heart now, what if I accidentally fall down, master, master, wait a minute, I, do I have to kowtow? How many times do I have to kowtow? Nine times? But nine times should not be for ......the dead."

Ye Huang was finally a little impatient by his voice, he turned around and scolded angrily: "Yes, yes, yes! After meeting my master, you are ready to become a monk, tell you, you are on the thief ship, and you can't get out after coming here, only obediently stay here and be a monk, do you understand!"

This kid is really too noisy, I knew that he was so noisy, Ye Huang would probably consider it more carefully when he took him as an apprentice, after all, no one wants to be accompanied by a verbose parrot.

"Woo......" Wang Xiaoming covered his mouth.

Ye Huang only felt that the whole world was clear, and even the scenery in front of him became a little more pleasing to the eye.

The three of them continued to walk down the stone steps down the mountain, and before they had taken a few steps, Wang Xiaoming, who had just been quiet for a few seconds, suddenly spoke again: "Master......"

This time, he only said two words, Ye Huang turned his head with a cold gaze, glared at him and said, "Shut up!"

Wang Xiaoming's mouth was halfway open, and he could only swallow the words in his throat stiffly. It seems that he still follows honestly, and the master looks a little angry.

However, when Wang Xiaoming wanted to shut up and move forward, Ye Huang stopped moving, he put all his attention on his ears, and if he looked closely, he could find that Ye Huang's ears were trembling slightly.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Ye Huang's face, he slowly walked down the last few layers of stone steps, turned back to Wang Xiaoming and Li Lin and said, "You two, don't come down yet, just stand on the stone steps and watch." ”

Ye Huang walked to the flat ground, but did not leave the range of ten meters from Li Ling, he looked around and said, "Don't hide, I saw everything, come out quickly." ”

Eh, is there anyone hiding around here?

Li Ling and Wang Xiaoming's eyes widened, searching everywhere but they didn't see even a ghost shadow.

"I said that there is no need to hide, I count one, two, three, and if you don't come out, I will force you to come out. Ye Huang said loudly.

There was still silence all around, and there was no fourth person in sight except for the three of them.

"One, two, three......" Ye Huang counted three times, but still no one came out.

"In that case...... Ye Huang gathered his true qi at his fingertips and shot towards a peach tree in the peach forest.

When the strength of One Finger Zen was less than half a meter away from the peach tree, I saw a figure suddenly flash out from behind the peach tree. This figure stood in front of the peach tree, and there was a layer of pale golden light around his body, making it impossible to see his true face, which was the same as Ye Huang's Vajra Immortal Body Divine Skill.

Ye Huang's move was originally just a temptation, and it was useless to use all his strength, and the man blocked the attack very easily, and his energy dissipated without a trace under the golden light of his protective body.

After blocking Ye Huang's finger meditation, the man stopped his body, reined in his true qi, and the golden light on his body gradually dissipated.

At this time, Li Ling and Wang Xiaoming saw this appearance clearly. This person looks like he is in his early twenties, and the gray monk robe and a bald head on his body prove his identity as a disciple of Shaolin Temple, although he is not very old, but this young monk's body has a kind of breezy temperament that only people who have experienced the vicissitudes of life and seen the ups and downs of the world will have, even his face looks very bland, without any characteristics, I can't tell whether it is good-looking or not-looking.

Indifferently, the only feeling that this young monk gives people is this.

"Little Yezi, if I don't have the ability to stop this blow, this peach tree will be destroyed by you, and when there are no peaches to eat next year, don't blame you. The young monk with a blandish face said slowly.

Ye Huang smiled and said, "I don't know if other senior brothers can take it, but Senior Brother Kuhui's words, don't say it's my half-hung one-finger Zen, even if it's a one-finger Zen of Senior Brother, Senior Brother Kuhui, you can take it." ”

The young monk who was called Senior Brother Kuhui by Ye Huang, a trace of joy appeared between his indifferent eyebrows, and he could see that Ye Huang's sycophant was very useful to him, he smiled and said: "Not long after going down the mountain, the speech is much better than before, but I don't know, is it only the mouth that has become sweet." ”

"Is it only the mouth that has become sweeter, don't you know if the senior brother comes to give it a try? Ye Huang put one hand behind his back and said with a little provocation.

"Hahaha, it's good, it seems that Xiaoye still hasn't changed, then I'll take a look at how much you've learned when you go down the mountain." ”

"Then please ask Senior Brother Kuhui to give advice. Ye Huang said.

"Well said. ”

Ye Huang snorted lightly, cast a finger of Zen, and shot out three qi strengths, and the finished glyph flew towards Kuhui.

Ku Hui put one hand behind his back and one hand folded in front of his chest, looking like a statue standing still, and saw that the three qi forces were about to hit the center of his eyebrows.

Ye Huang's one-finger Zen, at a distance of thirty meters, was no less powerful than a pistol bullet. The bitter wisdom monk did not even unfold the golden light of the protective body at this time, and if he resisted with his physical body alone, he was afraid that he would be pierced through a blood hole by a finger of Zen.

This is just a daily competition between the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple, and it is naturally impossible to cause death.

When Ye Huang's finger Zen was only an inch away from Ku Hui, Ku Hui finally moved, and the hand he closed to his chest was as fast as lightning, and his index and middle fingers merged, like a long sword, and it was very easy to pick up the energy that flew towards him.

From the point of view of ordinary people, Ku Hui only used two fingers to dissolve the strength of a finger of Zen, and only those who have also cultivated and learned less know how mellow the true qi is wrapped around Ku Hui's two fingers.

Seeing Ku Hui's hand, Ye Huang was amazed and said, "Senior Brother Ku Hui's Chengjing finger has improved again!"

"I heard Uncle Pu Nian say, you have an understanding at the bottom of the mountain, and it is naturally impossible for us to stand still on the mountain. ”

"Okay, then I'll come to comprehend Senior Brother Kuhui's tricks!"