Jiang Yun finally found some doorways, although he couldn't take eight steps in one step, but he could also take four steps steadily, and once he even took five steps. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info closed his eyes and meditated on the side, but he still didn't eat the taste of fireworks in the world.

Finally, Jiang Yun lay on the ground again, although he had a good night's sleep last night, but Jiang Yun, who had practiced since he entered the Tibetan Scriptures in the morning, could not stand the toss, and at this time, the small gap in the floor began to show bright light again. Jiang Yun may not have a high talent in martial arts, but he has a fanatical interest, just like a bullfight in a bullring, once he is stabbed with a sharp knife, it will be difficult to stop. But Jiang Yun couldn't practice no matter how hard he tried, and he was just as helpless as the bullfighter couldn't hurt the matador no matter how hard he attacked the red cloth.

"It's useless for you to practice like this!" said in a loud voice as Fu Jing looked at Jiang Yun who had collapsed on the ground.

"Why? Didn't you tell me to practice like that?"

"I did ask you to practice like this, but I didn't say that you could finish it in three days, and the way of martial arts is to be practiced step by step. If you want to climb to the sky in one step, you will only suffer the consequences. ”

"Then senior, didn't you say it earlier?" Jiang Yun couldn't help but complain, "Since it's useless, why do you ask me to practice?"

The funeral scripture opened his eyes and said: "You little doll, how do you know, although you practice like this is really useless, but it exhausts the internal force in your body, the faster the internal force in your body is consumed, the faster it grows, and when your internal force is like a surging sea, it is the time when your footwork is complete." ”

"In other words, this footwork has nothing to do with talent, is it the reason for the lack of internal strength?" Jiang Yun then understood.

Fu Jing nodded, "Since you don't want to be my disciple, you definitely don't want to stay." Although your kid is a thief, he is not a big traitor, since you are leaving, if you don't make it clear to you, you are only afraid of causing a catastrophe if you insist on it. ”

Jiang Yun nodded, although this Scripture Pavilion did not get the so-called advanced secret book, but it also benefited a lot, Jiang Yun counted the days, "Today is the seventh, it has been almost two days, and tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle, so you can go out." ”

"What?" The Funeral Sutra suddenly became startled, "Today is the seventh?" Jiang Yun had never seen this senior have such a surprised expression, and at this time, the Funeral Sutra's eyes showed a sense of unease, and his face was full of fear. "It's not good, he's coming, you go quickly!" the funeral scripture suddenly said loudly, "You go out quickly and immediately lock the dark compartment of the cave, no matter what sound you hear, don't come down, it's best to exit the Scripture Pavilion and go as far as possible." After finishing the funeral scriptures, he sat down cross-legged and recited the incantation in his mouth, which was the Shaolin meditation mantra. Jiang Yunzheng hesitated, seeing the terrifying expression on the face of the burial scripture, at this time, he only felt that a suppressed aura around the wall made him breathless. Along with the scriptures coming out of the mouth of the funeral scriptures, the dark corners seem to be full of ghosts. Jiang Yun weighed it again and again and withdrew from the cave. I wanted to listen to the words of the funeral scriptures and leave the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but looking at the cautious appearance of the funeral scriptures, I didn't want to take a step, "It's better to stay and take care of it, and finally get acquainted." Jiang Yun squatted in a corner to avoid being seen by others.

After the hour of lunch, Jiang Yun finally realized that something was wrong, this scripture pavilion was too quiet, and there should be some monks who came to read the classics during the day, but no one came, not even the monk who delivered the food. Jiang Yun couldn't help but walk around, pushed open the window, and found that not only in the pavilion but also outside the pavilion could not see a human figure, and he didn't even see the monk fetching water under the usually lively big oak tree in front of him.

Jiang Yun felt that something big was going to happen. I don't know what it is, but I can't help but tremble with this uneasiness. Looking at the cave again, there is no sound coming out at all, maybe the sound insulation effect is good, and even the sound of the funeral chanting can't be heard.

"Burial of the predecessors. Jiang Yun couldn't help but scream. However, no voice in the cave answered itself. The small gap is not visible, but you can't see what is going on below. "Let's wait for him to come out on his own. Maybe it'll be fine in the evening. Time ticked by, but Jiang Yun couldn't calm down, this feeling of being choked by the demon in his throat made him almost suffocate. Jiang Yun had to sit down and recite the Shaolin meditation mantra like a funeral scripture.

It was already dusk, Jiang Yun's stomach growled, how could the meditation mantra not withstand the erosion of hunger, looking at the hole in the ground that was worried, Jiang Yun said, "Senior." I'll go find something to eat first, and I'll bring you some by the way. At this moment, the funeral scripture suddenly said: "Don't go!"

Jiang Yun didn't hear clearly across the floor and asked, "What? What did you say?"

"Don't come here, you go quickly!" the voice of the funeral scripture came again. However, Jiang Yun only heard a buzzing sound above.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jiang Yun couldn't help but open the dark compartment of the hole, and suddenly a black shadow rushed up, and a powerful hand like an eagle's claw choked Jiang Yun's throat, hitting the wall like a cannonball with a huge impact. Where did Jiang Yun react, "Senior, you...... You ......" The sore throat couldn't make a sound, and when he was reading the funeral scriptures, he saw that his eyes were white, his face was full of murderous energy, and the unkempt emanation made him look even more terrifying. Jiang Yun's weak hands wanted to break open the eagle claw that was slamming his throat, but he couldn't muster his strength. The oxygen-deprived brain begins to blacken the eyes.

"You go away!" suddenly shouted the Funeral Sutra. Immediately, his murderous face distorted. "Don't come here!" the funeral scripture suddenly fell to the ground and rolled around, holding his head in his hands and screaming in pain.

Jiang Yun fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and it took a while to recover, and the stinging pain in his throat never disappeared. I was looking at the funeral scriptures and became as crazy and painful as last night, but I didn't faint. "That monk is already dead......" "You go away......" The funeral scripture kept calling him to go away, but looking at this situation, he couldn't leave this senior behind. "It's better to knock him out first. I guess it's good to wake up. Jiang Yun thought of this in his heart and was ready to start. Who knew that the funeral scripture suddenly glared at Jiang Yun and said, "It's you! You killed the master!" Then it catapulted up from the floor and punched Jiang Yun straight to the brain. Fortunately, this time Jiang Yun was prepared, and he avoided a blow with a lost step. The funeral scripture can not be turned back with a blow to sweep the thousands of troops, Jiang Yun resisted with his palm, and the palm method has an unloading effect on the fist method, if the deep palm method can be more leveraged to fight the force. However, Jiang Yunzhang just touched his fist when he felt that his chest was hit by a crazy bull at high speed, "Bang!" couldn't resist the boxing at all, Jiang Yun flew out and knocked over the bookshelf. The thick tome overwhelmed. The funeral scripture did not stop, and he jumped up violently and was about to raise his fist and smash it from the air, and the fist was like a giant elephant that wanted to crush the entire ground with people and books.

Just as the fist was raised in the air, a crystal light flashed in the pile of books. The three-leaf ice swirl and flew out, and the books near the cold air were stained with frost. The frenzied funeral scripture was as if he hadn't seen this ice flower, and his fist was still about to smash down. The ice flower slammed on the shoulder of the funeral scripture, and the ice crystals wrapped in the three-leaf dart suddenly shattered, leaving only the original three-leaf dart trapped in the flesh and oozing blood. Jiang Yun followed the dart closely, and when the dart was injured in the funeral scripture, one palm hit him directly on the shoulder, and the other palm was about to hit his chest. And the fist of the burial scripture waved over with thunder, Jiang Yun suddenly thought of Xiao Lang's original move against Mu Tian, and jumped up with the palm on his shoulder according to the cat's painting and tiger's shoulder. The fist of the funeral scripture hit the empty place, and after watching Jiang Yun flip a heel in the air, he jumped from the head of the funeral scripture to his back, and it happened that the back was the wall, so he used the wall to turn his palms and hit the funeral vest directly.

There was nowhere in the air, and the impact from the back made the body fall down with a heavy face. Before it was over, Jiang Yunxin's burial experience of the predecessors was profound, and a palm might not be able to restrain him, and then the whole person took advantage of the situation to press down. Riding on the funeral scripture, he waved four palms in a row at the shoulder well and the wind gate before retreating.

The funeral scripture fell to the ground motionless, and he didn't know if he fainted or not, but Jiang Yun didn't dare to relax at all, because the sense of oppression in front of him did not disappear at all, but became stronger and stronger.

"Very good, no one has dared to beat me like this for many years! Boy, you are very good!" The funeral scripture got up and looked at Jiang Yun casually, and suddenly his body was full of anger, the strong internal force in his body was emanated, and all the tattered robes on his body were shattered away. Even the darts trapped in the flesh were ejected.

"Burial scripture senior......" Jiang Yun didn't know if he was crazy in front of him, but his expression was not as painful as before.

"Who is that? My name is Qin Potian!"