"My name is Qin Potian!" The eyes of the funeral scripture were like fierce tigers glaring at Jiang Yun, or should it be Qin Potian. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info saw him suck a palm with one hand, and the three-leaf dart that had just bounced out and nailed to the wall was sucked back, Qin Potian took a closer look, and couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder it can hurt me, this dart is really not ordinary." If you don't have a weapon in your hand, use this stretch to stretch your muscles. ”

Jiang Yun was even more surprised at this time, he had struck at least six or seven palms at the vital acupuncture points of the Burial Sutra, and each palm was injected with his own cold and dark energy, but the Burial Sutra in front of him actually had no reaction, and he didn't even groan. Jiang Yun couldn't help but tremble in his heart, what kind of monster is this.

"Boy, are you ready? I'm going to go. Qin Potian said, his tone was extremely relaxed, but his face was full of murderous aura, just like a man-eating tiger seeing a wounded rabbit, and he was not in a hurry about his prey at all. Suddenly, Qin Potian moved, and at that moment, the books scattered on the ground were all repelled by his powerful internal force. The tiger was impatient that its prey was still bouncing, and suddenly attacked.

Jiang Yun had already tried very hard to dodge, and the internal force under his feet had not slackened for a moment, and there was still a pain on his cheek, and a bloodshot appeared. The three-leaf dart was caught in Qin Potian's fingertips, and the next blow was about to cut Jiang Yun's throat.

Jiang Yun finally understood that what was in front of him was not the Burial Sutra, the Burial Sutra was already crazy, he was Qin Potian. The last ice flower in his hand is gathered in his hand again, and there is only this one of the three-leaf money darts, and two of them are in the hands of the funeral scriptures, but I don't know where to put the other one except for this one in my hand. So you can't just throw the Ice Swirl Flower out. Jiang Yun held the ice flower in one hand and walked towards Qin Potian's palm, while with the other hand, he wanted to point points to restrain Qin Potian. However, when Binghua and Qin Potian's fingertip darts met, they were actually cut off like cutting tofu, and they couldn't stop the blade from moving forward. Jiang Yun had no choice but to take two steps in a row to avoid the blow of cutting his throat. Before he could step on his feet, Qin Potian actually followed up with a punch and hit his chest again, turning his fingers into palms and reluctantly meeting Qin Potian's fist. As soon as the fists and palms clashed, Jiang Yun's heart sank to the bottom, "Oh no!"

Xiao Lang finally persuaded Yankong, and the three of them decided to find out the conspiracy of "killing Wu", but it was difficult to find it when he went down the mountain, so he could only start with Monk Yanren. The three secretly turned back to the Shaolin Temple. The temple was quiet, and it was very strange to extend the sky, and even the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple was not opened today. Suddenly remembered something, his face changed drastically, "Today is the seventh day of the first month?"

Chen Jingshu nodded and said, "What's wrong?"

The little monk's face turned pale all of a sudden: "It's not good, I'm going to find the master!"

Xiao Lang and Chen Jingshu were both surprised and asked, "Why?, didn't we say that we should not alarm the others first, and wait to find out the conspiracy of Monk Yanren?"

"I don't have time to explain, this matter is very important, maybe the Shaolin Temple will be destroyed today!" Yankong said and was about to head towards the Abbot's Pavilion.

Xiao Lang grabbed Yankong and said: "If you don't make it clear, I won't let you go, it's rare to have such a good opportunity, if the "Killing Martial Arts" is a black shadow, then I must not miss it." ”

Yankong was so anxious that he shouted, and he really couldn't break free Xiao Lang and said: "At this time, the secret of Shaolin Temple, it is said that my uncle, who is also my master's master, suppressed a demon in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and this demon will make a big fuss on the seventh day of the first lunar month every year!"

Xiao Lang and Chen Jingshu both showed expressions of disbelief when they heard this. It's like listening to a mythical story.

The little monk of Yankong jumped up anxiously: "It's true, and every five years is a catastrophe, usually it's good that the devil only knocks over some scriptures and breaks some windows, but when the fifth year comes, he will kill all sides, and the old abbot died five years ago to deal with this devil, I can't let the master have an accident." ”

Although Chen and Xiao didn't believe in the little monk's fantastical story, their expressions didn't look like they were lying. Xiao Lang said, "Who is more powerful, the old abbot or your master?"

Yankong was already anxious and impatient, "How do I know?"

Xiao Lang asked again: "Who is more powerful, you or your master?"

"Why are you talking so nonsense? Of course Master is ten thousand times more powerful than me!" Yankong almost roared.

"Since your master is ten thousand times more powerful than you, and even the old abbot can't beat the opponent, what can you do to help? Let your master distract and protect you?" Xiao Lang still refused to give up.

Yankong still insisted: "No, I must go." ”

Xiao Lang said again: "If you distract your master and cause your master to be seriously injured, if it is more serious......"

"You're talking nonsense!" Yankong was not struggling, and his eyes were full of worry.

Chen Jingshu came over and gently touched Yankong's head and said: "Therefore, we must not drag the abbot masters back at this critical moment of crisis in Shaolin Temple, and we must also dedicate our own strength." Now that the masters are going to stop the demon you mentioned, then leave the rest to us. ”

Yankong nodded and said softly, "Okay!" I had to silently pray in my heart that something would happen to the master. Xiao Lang saw that Yankong had stabilized and said, "Yankong, lead the way, we have to find Monk Yanren and monitor his every move." ”

The three of them didn't say much, and then went to the residence of Monk Yanren, only Chen Jingshu suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart: "*** I still know if something will happen in the pavilion?"

Jiang Yun said in his heart: "Oh no!" Then the siege pillar-like fist hit Jiang Yun's palm on his chest. A sweet taste welled up in his throat, and he knocked over two bookshelves with his body knocked over. Jiang Yun felt a pain in his back at this time, in addition to his chest. Qin Potian was not finished, and he didn't give Jiang Yun a way out, Jiang Yun just stood up, the weakness of his whole body made him unable to take a step, and a knee hit made Jiang Yun vomit out of his bitter water. Facing Jiang Yun, who had no backhand, Qin Potian actually turned his hands into fists, and mercilessly hammered up on Jiang Yun's chest like a storm.

"If you're so weak, you're not qualified to live in the world!" Qin Potian shouted. Immediately after Jiang Yun was lifted by him with one hand and flew towards the pillar, the glow of dusk passed through the paper window, and a golden light drew an arc in the air and shot into Jiang Yun's chest.

With the last blow of the three-leaf dart, Qin Potian clapped his hands. Jiang Yun fell weakly from the pillar to the ground. "Is this dead? It's boring! Let's go and meet an old friend." Qin Potian no longer paid attention to Jiang Yun, "It's really fast, could it be that the movement just now was too big?"

I saw that the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was wide open, and the dim light was cast into the pavilion to be particularly dazzling, and the abbot took the lead in stepping into the pavilion door, staring at Qin Potian with a pair of soft eyes with vigilance: "Amitabha, uncle, turn back to the shore!"

Qin Potian said: "You old monk call me uncle? I'm not as old as you, and I'm not a bald donkey." Why didn't the old monk Xingyuan come?"

"Uncle Xingyuan was injured by you five years ago, and he has long passed away. Uncle Shi, don't be deceived by karma and hurt the innocent. ”

"I'm Qin Potian! I'm not your uncle. Qin Potian drank it.

"Whether it's Lord Qin or Uncle Funeral, do you want to live up to the hard work of Master Deshan?" Master Ran persuaded again.

"Master!?" Funeral Sutra suddenly began to hurt in his head, only to see him hit his head on the bookshelf hard, "No, he is not my master, I was born with the sky, I grow with the ground, if the sky is against me, I will break the sky, I am Qin Potian!"

"Master Ancestor exchanged his life for you to turn back, Uncle Xingyuan also gave his life for you, if you are obsessed, you will not die well, and you will fall into the Infernal Purgatory!

"Old monk, you have to say more!" Qin Potian said that he was about to choke Ran's throat when he rushed over in a grasping shape, and the other four Zen masters who accompanied him panicked for a while to resist, and waved his hand and said, "You guys retreat." ”

As he spoke, the abbot took off the red robe outside. Facing the palm, it seems that the technique is the same as that of the little monk in the sky, which is the palm of the Buddha. I saw that the two of them were fighting in the pavilion, and it was clear that although a pair of Divine Palms were born into the Divine Transformation, they couldn't help Qin Potian at all. For a while, the pavilion was full of scriptures, and the place where the two fought was in a mess. Although the abbot was interested in protecting the scriptures, Qin Potian's fatal moves did not dare to slack off at all. The two of them went through fifty or sixty moves in a row. Qin Potian's technique was strange, and his fists and feet came out at the same time. However, the abbot has always thought that the divine palm of Rulai is relatively inevitable to fall into the disadvantage. Knowing this, the abbot suddenly slapped towards Qin Potian's chest, and Qin Potian didn't think so, and he was about to face Yan Ran with his palm. At this time, he turned his palm into a finger, and saw that the fingertips were actually attached with a golden internal force. It's the Mighty Finger.