"Dervishe, interesting. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThese people are horse thieves?" Zhang Yun pointed to the horse thief leader on the ground who was completely frightened, but his eyes were on the corpses along the way.

It's not that the poor horse thief leader didn't want to escape, but whether it was the monk who claimed to be the best before, or the white-clothed fairy who suddenly stopped him and carried himself like pinching an ant, it seemed that neither of them could make him accomplish the great cause of escape.

"Yes, this man deserves to die. "The best monk's voice is steady. But the leader of the horse thieves turned over and knelt down with a frightened face, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and his head seemed to suddenly open his head, and begging for mercy was like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

Zhang Yunyi raised his foot and kicked the horse thief leader aside, turning it into a statue-like object, raised his hand and made an inviting gesture and said with a smile: "I have heard the name of the ascetic monk of Longjue Temple for a long time, Zhang Yunji is itchy, and I want to ask for advice." ”

Zhishan was slightly stunned when he heard this, then showed a look of joy on his face, bowed slightly and said, "It's all up to Zhang Zhenren's words." ”

Of course, Zhang Yun couldn't understand why the eleventh generation ascetic monk in front of him who really came out of the mysterious Longjue Temple would be so respectful to him, but he still understood very well what the "killing" meant. Basically, it can only be that someone who has heard of his name has discovered his true face through means that even Zhang Yun can't understand, how can he not be vigilant?

Zhang Yun did not prevent the other party from calling himself a real person, although he himself did not feel that he could be called a "real person" at all. Today's martial arts cultivation is in line with the way of life, and can be called a "real person", but in Zhang Yun's mind, only the old fairy on Wudang Mountain who is sloppy and sloppy but has the essence of the four words "Taoism and Nature" can be deserved.

Zhang Yun pointed to the bamboo box in the distance that ordinary people could no longer see, and said, "The two of us are going to the bamboo box and fighting for the egg-sized stone by the box." The first winner wins, and the point is up, how?"

The best monk said, "Obey the words of the real man." ”

Zhang Yun smiled slightly and said, "Okay, you know what I mean, not a layman." That's interesting, please. ”

The sound of the word "please" fell, and a monk and a layman tacitly chose to set off when the end of the word sound.

Zhang Yun did not use any exercises that he had cultivated in the past ten years, but honestly chose to take the empty step of the Yuntian School, and he stepped into the air ten zhang in one step, and it seemed to be a little bit of a ground.

The ascetic monks of Longjue Temple are also as good as they did before chasing those horse thieves, walking smoothly but very steadily, it is easy to give people the illusion that he is walking very slowly and slowly.

The leader of the horse thieves, who fell to the ground and couldn't move, looked at it with round eyes, and didn't understand why the two left his side, let alone how the two were already dozens of feet away after blinking?

Zhang Yun was slightly ahead, and when he was still nearly forty zhang away from the target stone, he made the first move. A piece of mud that was splashed when he stepped on the ground was swept up by the air flow of Zhang Yun's advance, and at this moment it just fell in front of Zhang Yun's raised right foot.

The left side of Zhang Yun's back kick suddenly exerted force, pushing the whole body from one point, and all the internal energy gushed out of the tip of his right foot, precisely on the falling mud.

A sharp roar sounded, and a small lump of mud that would have been scattered with a slingshot was now rushing out like a cannon projectile, pulling out a sharp chirp all the way.

There was excitement on Zhishan's face that was no longer calm, and he was about half a step slower than Zhang Yun, and he waved his palms left and right together, like hugging a giant tree.

The mud suddenly exploded and turned into countless fine powders. The voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu rang suddenly, and it was long. The bamboo box was unharmed, and the small egg-like stone remained in its place.

"Hug the bell, isn't it, Shangliang?" Zhang Yun smiled and stopped, and the person was already three feet away from the goal.

The supreme monk slowed down for a moment, stopped at Zhang Yun's side and said, "Back to Zhang Zhenren, this is the hanging beam of Hong Zhong." ”

Zhang Yun laughed, pointed to the position where he kicked out the mud and said with a smile: "I kicked that piece of mud just to become the guy who hit the bell, it's interesting." ”

Before the words "interesting" fell, Zhang Yunren had already leaned forward, and his left fist struck forward with this tilt, and the speed was not fast, but between this punch and the invisible bell wall, a strong air flow burst out, and the wind came out of thin air.

The best mouth of Amitabha Buddha, the whole person took a step forward, just stepped into the center of the invisible bell, and his palms rushed together before Zhang Yun's fist and the bell wall were solid.

A crisp sound burst out from the intention of the palms of the supreme monk, Zhang Yun's missed punch did not retract because of this, but went further, and then pushed forward force, and the internal strength surged like the huge waves that beat the shore, and this mountain-moving punch was brought into full play.

Step by step, the best monk has become the ultimate authentic foreign hard kung fu posture, divided into a fist, straight out, accompanied by a sound from the west of the sky.

Zhang Yunren, who had exerted his strength for the second time but had become a huge wave, had already vacated the sky, and the ascetic monk who suddenly shrank the invisible bell like a possessed garment and stood on the ground, becoming the momentum of the body and the mountain.

Zhang Yun's body is really full of energy, although he has not done his best in one move, he has already put himself in a state where he can do his best at any time. This mountain-moving fist was tempered by him after more than 20 years of martial arts, and he thought that the powerful Bafang Shi Zhenfang was only three points inferior to Zhang Yun at his age.

The supreme monk really only cultivates one Dharma, and one Dharma only focuses on one mind. The golden bell jar that he had an epiphany of facing the wall for 20 years was like a Zen robe possessed, and he handed a punch with the power of Buddhism King Kong, so that there could be a Western Sanskrit sound like a shadow.

The fists collided silently. I don't know if it's the huge waves crashing on the mountain, or the mountains and the sea.

Zhang Yun flipped forward lightly, landed on the supreme monk backwards, and sucked the stone, which was shaped like an egg, in his palm between his fingers. I only heard him laugh and say: "I still don't understand how you can see the true face under my face, but you are definitely a monk from Longjue Temple." ”

Zhishan is still in the posture of raising his fists to greet him, his lips are pursed, his eyes are round, and the excitement in his eyes and the joy on his face are overflowing.

As Zhang Yun took a step to the right, the originally calm air and the immovable sculpture-like supreme monk moved at the same time.

Zhishan shouted the word "Jue" in his mouth, and the whole person leaned back violently, and a golden cicada pulled out of the air that seemed to be solidified.

Take the place where the best had stood before as the center of the circle, and see the perfect cloth spider web, concave more than seven feet, and not an inch of crack overflowing.

"Zhang Zhenren is worthy of the name of a real person, the best is respectful, and the best is respected!" Looking at the sunken pit, the best monk clasped his palms together and bowed deeply to Zhang Yun, his eyes full of fanatical worship.

Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows, threw the stone in his hand at will, and landed in front of the stupid horse thief leader, and then said to Zhishan: "Since you are really a person who came out of that mysterious and mysterious land, I don't have to go around that circle for you again." I ask you, why do you have to call me a real person?"