Lin Zifeng's heart contracted suddenly, this voice was low and deep, although it sounded old, it contained an abundant power. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Zifeng's figure stopped, turned to look at the figure standing in the alley, and through the dim moonlight, he found that the person seemed to be wearing a monk's robe, with a gray beard on his mouth, and he was actually an old monk.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?" Lin Zifeng asked politely.

The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Lin Zifeng, "Is the donor's surname Lin?" ”

Lin Zifeng showed a strange look on his face, I'll go, this person stopped himself at night, didn't he want to tell my fortune, he even inquired about my surname in advance?

"I don't have any money, and I'm not interested in fortune telling," Lin Zifeng threw down this sentence, turned around and was about to leave, and Anna at home was still waiting for her to take instant noodles back to eat.

Lin Zifeng had just taken two steps, but he found that the figure in front of him flashed again, and the old monk was blocking directly in front of him with his hands folded!

This really scared Lin Zifeng a lot, his body unconsciously retreated a little, and his eyes looked at the strange man in front of him vigilantly.

Although he didn't use the mysterious power in his body just now, and he couldn't see how the old monk walked in front of him in slow motion, such a strange body method is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. If your guess is correct, this old man is definitely a master of the world.

"Donor, Lao Wei is not a fortune teller, I just want to ask clearly, is your name Lin Zifeng?" The old monk said in a slow tone.

The other party really came for him, and Lin Zifeng felt a chord in his heart, "That's right, I am Lin Zifeng." ”

The old monk's eyes lit up, and his gaze slowly moved on Lin Zifeng's face, sharp as a torch, "The poor monk's Dharma name Benshen, I have been waiting here for a long time tonight, just to be able to have a discussion with the donor." ”

"Fight with me?" Lin Zifeng couldn't cry or laugh, he was not a martial arts master, how could he still bring a monk here to learn from him.

"Well, I'm in a hurry to go home and eat instant noodles now, or will we make an appointment tomorrow, master?" Lin Zifeng lifted the instant noodles in the plastic bag and shook it in front of the old monk's eyes. To be honest, Lin Zifeng really had no interest in fighting with this old man who appeared out of nowhere in this black-lit alley.

Ben Shen's stiff face moved unnaturally, and it was rare for him to go down the mountain a few times in his life, and this time he came specifically to find Lin Zifeng. Although his disciple Qin Song had already told him the exact location of Lin Zifeng's address. However, as an enlightened monk, he did not come to the door to declare war on the juniors, but stood in this street and waited for four or five hours. Now that Lin Zifeng has finally arrived, how can there be a reason to make an appointment to fight again tomorrow.

Honsen didn't speak again, and directly took out something that shimmered with cold light from his monk's robe, and asked straight to the point, "Did you break this katana with your bare hands?" ”

Lin Zifeng's eyes froze, and he recognized at a glance that the katana was the sharp weapon that appeared in Qin Song's hand when he was fighting against Qin Song. It's just that compared to that time, the katana has been broken off now, and it is the one with the handle that is held in the old monk's hand.

Lin Zifeng now understands that there is no one who has attained the Tao and is just a helper invited by Qin Song, the demon king of the mixed world.

"So what?" Lin Zifeng replied confidently.

"Then the poor monk is welcome!"

After saying this, he straightened the blade in his hand and slashed directly towards Lin Zifeng's body. Lin Zifeng's body jumped back, narrowly dodging Ben Shen's attack. Ben Shen secretly screamed in his heart, and the knife in his hand attacked Lin Zifeng's whole body even more fiercely.

In the first move just now, Ben Shen only used his three successes, on the one hand, to test Lin Zifeng's true skills, and on the other hand, it was also between his age and prestige, and it was impossible to use all his strength against a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man as soon as he came up. However, after a test move, Ben Shen found that the opponent's reaction speed was not inferior to his own, so he showed his strength more and more.

In fact, Lin Zifeng was wary of this strange person from the beginning, especially when the other party took out the broken knife, the mysterious power in his body had already surged all over his body with his thoughts, and he was always vigilant about everything that might happen next.

Therefore, when Ben Shen made a move, Lin Zifeng's slowed line of sight had already understood everything, and he was naturally able to avoid the opponent's attack without danger. But then, Lin Zifeng found that the other party's attack was getting faster and faster, and the dancing sword light was almost indistinguishable with the naked eye in the dark alley, and he could only use his ears to judge the location of the current katana attack.

At this time, in the alleys of this quiet urban village, only one old and one young are staging thrilling martial arts competitions. Occasionally, the figures of the two appeared in the moonlight, and you could find the broken knife in the old man's hand dancing like a restless silver snake, constantly confiding its long white letter towards Lin Zifeng.

Ben Shen's body technique was already very fast, and his shots were not at the same level as Qin Song's, and there were often four or five changes hidden in one move, and it looked like he stabbed at four or five different parts of Lin Zifeng's body at the same time as soon as he made a move. But even so, this ginseng still didn't hurt Lin Zifeng at all.

The more Ben Shen fought, the deeper the horror in his heart became, he never thought that such a young man of the same age as Qin Song would have such a powerful skill. In the process of making the move just now, he has gradually exerted his eight successes, but the opponent is still comfortable defending.

The current state is that Ben Shen is fighting, Lin Zifeng is defending, Ben Shen has a sharp broken knife in his hand, but Lin Zifeng is empty-handed. In the case of such an obvious gap in external conditions, Ben Shen, a master monk who has practiced Shaolin Kung Fu for decades, did not take any advantage.

Ben Shen was still a little skeptical of what Qin Song said, he didn't believe that anyone in this world could break such a sharp katana with his bare hands, let alone that person was still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man. But now that the battle has ended, a thought appeared in Ben Sen's heart that he himself was a little afraid of, perhaps, the katana in his hand was really broken by him with his bare hands!

In fact, since the fight with the opponent, Lin Zifeng has been defending very hard. Due to the lack of clarity in his vision, Lin Zifeng had to use multiple senses to judge the opponent's attack, plus his combat experience was already small, so he could not compare with an old monk who had cultivated Shaolin Kung Fu. Therefore, several times, Lin Zifeng's body was almost slashed by the opponent's blade, but at the moment of the last moment, he was able to avoid it by suddenly speeding up his body.

Gradually, Lin Zifeng was forced into a corner by Ben Shen, which was intentionally done by Ben Shen, who was experienced in combat. Because he found that as long as he was in a place with enough space, no matter what attack he made, the opponent could skillfully dodge. But once you get to a small space, the other party will often get into a dilemma. So, Ben Shen made a feint several times, and finally got what he wanted, forcing Lin Zifeng to a corner where he couldn't turn around.

A cold light flashed in Ben Shen's eyes, and he stabbed straight at Lin Zifeng with a knife in his hand, Lin Zifeng turned around and avoided the knife edge, but found that the opponent's move was abruptly changed in mid-air, and he slashed horizontally towards his arm.

Lin Zifeng wanted to dodge again, but his back slammed into a hard thing, Lin Zifeng's heart sank, he was calculated by this old thing.

The blade of the katana made a sharp sound in the air, and Lin Zifeng, who had no space to move, could only watch as his arm was hit. He knew very well in his heart how sharp this katana was, and with such a fierce attack from the other party, it was very likely that his entire arm would be cut off directly.

As soon as Lin Zifeng's mind moved, there was an imperceptible abnormality at the place where his arm was about to be slashed by the blade!