Qin Potian was about to go to his Heavenly Spirit Cover with one palm, how could Jiang Yun have thought of such a variable, and he had to say in a hurry: "If you die, how will you repay the nine fists you owe?"

Qin Potian's palm finally stopped at the Heavenly Spirit Cover. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "How do I pay it back?" Qin Potian muttered.

"Mo, do you think that you can settle your debts as soon as you die, if that's the case, why did the former master save you?" Jiang Yun saw that Qin Potian had eased up and continued to persuade.

"What then?" Qin Potian muttered, the helpless look in his eyes made Jiang Yun move.

"I don't know!" Jiang Yun said, "But the Dharma is boundless, if you cultivate the Buddha sincerely, you will definitely find the answer!"

"Cultivating Buddha, do you want me to be like those bald donkeys?" Qin Potian's face twisted again.

Jiang Yun's heart was bad, if Qin Potian was fierce again, how would it be good, and secretly regretted that he had just drunk him.

Fortunately, Qin Potian didn't go crazy, he covered his head and said, "Cultivating Buddha, I go against the way of heaven, and I should be punished by God!" Qin Potian said and held his aching head and dizzy.

Yanren secretly sneaked back to Shaolin Temple, and there was an order from the old abbot in the temple that no one went out. "Old monks, remember, when I get the Dharma Mind Method to practice the Dharma Stick, see if you dare to underestimate me!" The Dharma Stick Method is known in the hands of the first Yongchen Master of the Dharma Academy, "I don't know what is going on in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion today, it is best for me to start with several first seats injured one after another." Yan Ren gritted his teeth fiercely, and all the next plans were arranged, "Uncle Yongchen, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame Master's old fool." Gently push open the door of your room. Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him, and he was about to turn back, but the acupoint had been restrained.

Xiao Lang looked at Monk Yanren, who had mediocre facial features, and at this time he had a kind face on his face, and he couldn't see that he would expose such a murderous aura during the sneak attack that day, "Where have you been?" Xiao Lang asked.

Monk Yanren laughed and said, "What does Master Xiao mean by this? Do you still want to ask me where I am going and what am I doing when I sneak up on my meditation room?"

Xiao Lang said that Yanren refused to reveal honestly: "What did you say to that iron-fisted man in the teahouse on West Street under the mountain?"

Yanren's face changed dramatically and he said in a panic: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Why did you kill Yande?"

"Don't spew blood!" Yeonin became uneasy.

"Why do you want to harm Yande?" Xiao Lang took out the Dharma stick method, "Is it because of this?"

"How do you know......" Yanren glanced at the cabinet out of the corner of his eye, and found that it had indeed been moved, and when he saw that Xiao Lang was the only one around, he asked, "Why did you follow me?"

"Because that day I saw that you were the one who did it to Yande. You know that the Shaolin monks are about to arrive, and it is best to start at this time, but I don't know that I will be there early in the morning. I have seen all your deeds. I only regret that I couldn't stop you. Xiao Lang explained.

Yanren suddenly laughed and said: "Since you know, then I won't talk nonsense, Yande is my victim!

"Is it really you?" Yankong and Chen Jingshu walked out, the little monk shook his head with tears in his eyes, "I still can't believe it!

"Senior brother, why are you here? It's not me! You listen to me! It's him!" Yan Ren didn't expect that Yankong would be here, and he thought that even if Xiao Lang was known by an outsider, he wouldn't be able to ruin his plan. "Did he threaten to frame me?" Yeonin said ramblingly.

"Senior Brother Yanren, why do you want to harm Yande, is Uncle Yongci also harmed you?" asked with tears in his eyes, gritting his teeth and gurgling his teeth.

"No!no! it's not me!" Yeon-in struggled to figure out how to get out. But the three of them staring at him in front of him made Yanren feel flustered, where else to think of what to do.

"Have you forgotten that you are our senior brother, are you still our senior brother?"

"Hahaha!" Yan Ren suddenly laughed, "Senior brother, who is my senior brother? You are still Yande, even my master is not my apprentice, who is the senior brother of me!" Yan Ren saw that the matter was revealed and could not be hidden, and no longer refuted, "I am his eldest disciple! I am stronger than Yande in terms of martial arts and qualifications." Why did the old monk want to pass on the Dharma stick method to Yande? Why? This should be mine, it should belong to me! It belongs to me!" Yanren's eyes burst out, and he looked extremely crazy.

"Bang!" Yankong punched Yanren in the face......

When I opened my eyes, I was still familiar with the cave or the familiar darkness in front of me. Jiang Yun lay on the side, exhaustion made him quickly fall asleep, even if Qin Potian was still lying on the side, but a sigh of relief made Jiang Yun quickly confused.

The funeral scripture muttered, "Are you finally gone?" Seeing Jiang Yun's undulating chest, he also breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it didn't cause a big disaster." The funeral scripture pressed down on his aching chest, walked to Jiang Yun's side and looked at Jiang Yun's tattered clothes and exposed chest. "Stinky boy, you have some ability!" A palm of the funeral scripture was gently attached to Jiang Yun's chest, and then a large piece of cold ice on his chest melted away, leaving only two deep blood holes in his chest that left ice crystals that did not melt. The Funeral Sutra looked at the black three-leaf dart in one of Jiang Yun's ice crystals!"This is the injury you were injured just now?" In his eyes, he couldn't believe it at all, "How is this possible!He is a cold moon?!" The Funeral Sutra gently covered Jiang Yun's back with a palm, "Sure enough, it seems that this world will not be peaceful......

"Burial scripture seniors?" Jiang Yun got up and looked at the funeral scripture on the side vigilantly. After all, such a terrifying person is by his side.

"Are you awake?" said the funeral scripture softly.

Jiang Yun saw that the arrogance on the funeral scripture was restored, so he asked, "Senior, are you okay?"

"Well, that's my inner demon, the demon is born from my heart, and it's also that my Buddha fate is not enough, so I can't suppress him. Although the funeral scripture returned to normal, there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

"That's good!" Although he said this, Jiang Yun was still full of fear. I don't want to lose my life inexplicably.

"When did the ice in your body appear!" the Funeral Sutra asked suddenly.

"Do you mean this?" Jiang Yun replied, pointing to his chest, "This scar is from last time...... It was probably only ten days ago, as for ...... this," Jiang Yun was afraid that he would be about to go berserk when he mentioned the funeral scripture just now, so he said haha, "I don't know when this came from." I don't know what these ice crystals are. Why is this happening?"

Hearing Jiang Yun say this, the funeral scripture nodded and said, "It's nothing, probably because you are a rare cold internal force." Maybe it will be better after a long time!"

Jiang Yun's heart calmed down a little when he heard this, and he asked, "Is it difficult for cold internal forces to appear?"

"It's not that difficult! Nine out of ten people from the Tianshan faction in the west are cold, which is not uncommon, but it is rare in the Central Plains. The Funeral Sutra explains.

"Then the cold internal force is not to cultivate some special mental methods?"

"There is no such saying, the mental martial arts are used to draw the qi of heaven and earth for use, although the cold internal force is special, but it is only the attribute of the internal force changed by the physique, and the ordinary internal force is the same after all!" explained the funeral scripture.

"Is that so? Then why didn't Master let me practice the Heart Method?" Jiang Yun suddenly remembered that Master didn't let him practice martial arts, and it was quite strange.

The funeral scripture suddenly said: "You haven't practiced the heart method martial arts?"

"That's right?" Jiang Yun didn't know why he was so surprised.

"Then how does the internal force in your body come from, you can show me!"

Jiang Yun listened to the funeral scripture and mobilized the internal force of his dantian to his palms, and waved one palm in the air.

"Hit me with all your internal strength. The funeral scripture puffed up his chest.

"No, no, senior, how dare I ...... like this" Jiang Yunxin said: "If I break you, I can't stand it if you go crazy again, just don't go crazy and hurt casually, just give me a slap casually, and my little life will be tossed for a long time." ”

"Hairy boy, don't be verbose, tell you to beat and beat, do you think that your broken kung fu can hurt me?"

Jiang Yun wanted to excuse himself, but looking at the funeral scripture, a pair of tiger-like eyes had to raise his palms and use three points of force to hit the funeral scripture chest.

"It's not enough, haven't you eaten?" After taking a palm, he knew that Jiang Yun had not used all his strength.

Jiang Yunxin said: "Where do I have time to eat." "But the force in his hand lifted to the sixth floor and left!

"Bang!" but the funeral scripture didn't even shake! "Is this your full strength? ”

Jiang Yun saw the funeral scripture and said without moving: "Senior, since you ask for this, it would be disrespectful for me if I spare my strength." Then it's steady!" Jiang Yun suddenly took out the dantian and slapped away.

"Bang!" the erect chest of the burial scripture never collapsed. Only the shock's long hair was gently raised. "Is that all you have?" the funeral scripture paused and said, "The internal strength of the body and martial arts you just used is more than that!"

Jiang Yun also felt strange, when he stepped on the Ecstasy Trail just now, his internal force was at least twice as much as it was now. Slowly closing his eyes, Jiang Yun began to seek the feeling he had just felt. Competitiveness surged, Jiang Yun's heart was full of faith, and at this time, Jiang Yun's exposed chest gushed out again, and the cold ice immediately covered the entire chest. Jiang Yun opened his eyes and shouted, "Look at the palm!"

"Bang!" was another sound. The funeral sutra was knocked back two steps. Because he had already received a palm in advance, the internal injury was not light, and Jiang Yun's palm hit his chest hard, making his chest ache faintly. "Ahem, ahem!" Funeral Sutra couldn't help coughing.

Jiang Yun hurriedly said, "Senior, are you okay?" But you told me to do my best. Although Jiang Yun said so, he didn't come over to help, and said in his heart: "If something happens, you have to be crazy again, but you have to be prepared!"

The funeral scripture waved his hand, raised his head and said: "I'm fine, with this internal force, no wonder your seven-star step has already become." The funeral scripture was approving, and suddenly murmured again: "But why...... Is Cold Moon really that powerful?"

"What? What has become of my footwork? Or have I not practiced any Seven Star Steps?"

"You're not practicing Seven Stars, so what is it?"

"Isn't it Master's Eight-Step Ecstasy that I'm practicing?"

"You don't have any cheats, so how can you practice the eight-step ecstasy?"

Jiang Yun then thought of the intention of tearing up his secret book in the funeral scripture, "Then what am I practicing? Seven Star Steps? I haven't heard of it." ”

"I don't know what it is, but I don't know how to name the footwork you created according to the sixteen characters on the wall." ”

"What? I created this footwork?"

"It's not self-created, it's a coincidence! ”

"But, aren't there eight steps?" Jiang Yun wondered.

"Your master's eight-step ecstasy trail naturally has eight steps. But the sixteen characters on the wall are indeed only seven stars, how can you practice eight steps? ”

"So my footwork is seven steps?"

The funeral scripture nodded, but it was something else in his mind. Jiang Yun's chest was filled with ice crystals, which made the funeral scripture preoccupied!