Yang Si was cut off on the spot, which was equivalent to being killed with one move ().

Many people set their eyes on the master, their expressions were a little complicated, Yang Si's physical condition was completely unable to do anything, and the head simply let Yang Si die. For the Qingcheng faction, this outer disciple has no merit and hard work, and it also has a lot of effect, and it is a pity to die.

Changqing Daoist squinted slightly, the position he stood in was different, and the way he thought about the problem was also different, Xia Worm couldn't speak to the ice, and his mind was probably only clear to a few old guys watching the battle on the roof of the Taoist Temple.

Five old Taoist priests stood on the roof in the wind, respecting an old guy with white hair in the middle, and looked down with calm eyes.

If you just look at the vicissitudes of old age, it will be hard to believe how these five old guys climbed up.

Xuanqiu saw that the other party was passing by, and suddenly knew that it was not good, so he turned around and shook his robe, and the cow hair needle that had just converged shot out again.

Lin Zixian grabbed Yang Si's neck sideways, and all the cow hair needles hit Yang Si's body, and as soon as he raised his knee, he hit Yang Si's spine directly, with a 'click' sound. Yang Si's torn throat burst out a pool of blood again, and the whole person flew out.

Xuan Qiu grabbed Yang Si with his arms and looked at the injury, and immediately knew that he was hopeless.

Yang Si tightened his sleeve, but he couldn't make a sound in hysteria, only the torn wound on his neck was bleeding, revealing a pleading look to save me.

Xuanqiu glared angrily at Lin Zixian, the achievements of martial artists need to be accumulated over time, and it is not easy to cultivate a few promising disciples. Looking at the other party's behavior of forcibly breaking into the mountain to kill people, his disciples have obviously been reimbursed, which is equivalent to cutting off his own wings.

His arm shook. Yang Si fell to the ground suddenly, convulsing on the ground.

Hua Linglong, who was leaning against the telephone pole, bit her lip tightly, and the man finally fulfilled his promise and helped him avenge his father's murder. Hua Linglong burst into tears in an instant. The spirit in heaven who silently comforted his father......

For Lin Zixian, helping Hua Linglong take revenge is only one of the reasons, and fighting with Xuanqiu is the key, since the head of the family dares to let Xuanqiu have a private relationship with him. This Xuanqiu is definitely not simple.

Lin Zixian couldn't figure out the depth of Xuanqiu, in case the two of them were in a state of stalemate, Yang Si came at a critical moment, which was enough to kill him. Therefore, he must get rid of Yang Si's uncertain factor, and now he can fight with Xuanqiu with peace of mind.

The two of them flashed their eyes and hedged almost at the same time. The two figures are like fierce tigers sumo, each with a palm to test the depth of the other.

'Smack' the two palms to palm. At the same time, he was shocked back a few steps, Lin Zixian obviously took two steps back more than Xuanqiu, and his skills were obviously inferior to the other party.

The flowers under the telephone pole are exquisite, and a heart suddenly mentions the throat and eyes ().

Changqing Daoist bowed slightly. This disciple finally did not let himself down.

Xuan Qiu laughed fiercely, and found that the so-called Julius Caesar was nothing more than that, and an arrow bounced up, kicking out a dazzling footfall head-on, covering Lin Zixian's whole body.

Lin Zi swiped his waist with his idle hand, and several cow hair needles had already ejected from his hand.

The shadowless phantom foot is broken. Xuanqiu retracted his feet in the air, and the Dao robe he was dragging in his hand was to guard against the opponent's hidden weapon, and he shook his arms out. The tail end is stirred like an umbrella, and all the cow hair needles are collected by 'fluttering'.

The robe shook again in his hand. Immediately twisted into a cloth stick and smashed it at Lin Zixian's head.

Outside kung fu bundling cloth into sticks must borrow water power. Internal kung fu can be directly driven into sticks by internal force, and it is more powerful, which is the difference between the two.

Lin Zixian quickly avoided it, the shadow of the stick whistled past, and where he was standing just now, the stone slab suddenly 'banged' and shattered, shaking up a cloud of dust.

"I'll see how long you can hide." Xuan Qiu sneered, his feet were messy on the ground, and he chased after the forest almost elegantly.

The stick moves with the body, swings closely, points, inserts, sweeps, picks, throws, soft and hard, and can also turn and attack, both to protect the body and attack the enemy.

The sticks were like thunderbolts, forcing Lin Zixian to dodge again and again, and he could hardly find a chance to make a move.

"Good!" A group of Qingcheng disciples applauded, and they were sincerely amazed by this exquisitely played cloth stick.

Changqing Daoist put his hands on his abdomen, and began to show a calm and relaxed look, bowing his head slightly from time to time, this disciple can be regarded as giving him a long face.

Lin Zixian, who was moving and dodging, was secretly frightened, he had heard Lin Bao comment on the world's martial arts, the Qingcheng faction was good at the Songfeng swordsmanship, the heart-destroying palm and the shadowless phantom feet, and he had not heard of it and was proficient in stick techniques, especially the cloth stick that was difficult to practice.

After a period of fighting, Lin Zixian faintly saw the shadow of the Shaolin stick method from it, and couldn't help but secretly exclaim, saying that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, it seems that it is not unreasonable.

Lin Bao once said to him that in the martial arts, basically all sects and factions have famous stunts, or punches or feet or palms or swords and the like. Only Shaolin martial arts, not the strongest, but the most profound and profound, like a treasure trove of martial arts.

Shaolin is not famous for any single martial arts, but each sect has it, and Shaolin has it. Fists and feet, swords, guns, swords and sticks, can be described as martial arts from head to toe, and martial arts of various cold weapons, all of which are involved in the classics, you can find any aspect of martial arts you want to practice, as long as you are willing to spend hard work to practice, any one can become your famous stunt.

But it is precisely because Shaolin martial arts is too broad and profound that no one can practice all the Shaolin stunts, and people's lifespan and energy are always limited.

Most people think that 'the world's martial arts out of Shaolin' refers to the best meaning of Shaolin martial arts, but this is actually a misunderstanding. There is no best martial arts in the world, only better martial arts, and the strength of kung fu also varies from person to person, and the true meaning means that Shaolin kung fu is the most extensive.

Lin Zixian has been abroad for so many years, and he used to just listen to Lin Bao's talk on paper, but today he can be regarded as personally appreciating the extraordinary power of the senior Jianghu sect in China.

In foreign countries, the traces of keeping pace with the times are too deep, and he can break into the reputation of Julius Caesar in the underground world, not entirely by how good his kung fu is, and he doesn't even have the opportunity to show all his knowledge in front of guns, but by his wide connections.

The same is true of the three kings' lanterns and bouts, and the first family even has few people to play tricks.

Because everyone knows that flesh and blood can't compete with hot weapons.

Lin Zixian only realized today that he was a little arrogant, no wonder he had to suffer.

I used to disdain Qingcheng for these old stubborn people who used knives and swords to fight against hot weapons, but at this time, I was in awe in my heart, it is precisely because of these old stubborn storage zài, with fists and feet as the foundation to maintain the existence of a sect, the inheritance of martial arts can continue ().

After figuring out the routine of Xuanqiu's cloth stick, Lin Zixian faintly became a little enthusiastic, it turned out that Huaxia was the place that really allowed him to show what he had learned and continue to improve.

It must be known that the martial arts inheritance of his White Lotus Sect is not vegetarian, otherwise how dare he know that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer to go to the tiger mountains, so he naturally has something to rely on.

The internal force of the whole body accelerates, and it instantly reaches the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Hua Linglong, who was biting her lip and worrying under the telephone pole, suddenly saw Lin Zi's idle footsteps in a mess, and his figure was like a shadow, bouncing and dodging like wisps of green smoke, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

The White Lotus teaches true martial arts and learns the body method, and the cigarette smoke is ethereal!

On the roof of the Taoist temple, the old man who was watching the battle with white hair and cold eyes, his eyes were open, and his eyes were full of light, staring at the unstable body.

An old woman beside him who was a little rickety turned around and asked, "Master, the disciple is clumsy, I have never seen this kind of body method, could it be that this is the true martial arts of the mysterious White Lotus Sect?" ”

The old man's eyes flashed and said, "I don't know if it's the true martial arts of the White Lotus Sect, but more than a hundred years ago, when I was at the age of high spirits, I fought with a person, and it was this body method that he used, which was very weird and difficult." Changqing's disciples are only afraid that they are in trouble. ”

The four old guys on the left and right looked at each other, more than a hundred years ago, wasn't it still in the Qing Dynasty?

Lin Zixian had been dodging and evading his figure, and began to bully into the shadow of the stick, and began to fight back.

Xuanqiu was taken aback, and suddenly the shadow of the stick was like a swift wind, angry in all directions, but he was repeatedly forced to defend his body by the ethereal ghostly figure.

"Let go!" Lin Zixian's sonorous shouts of fighting spirit sounded ().

Xuanqiu's wrist suddenly hurt into the bone marrow, and Lin Zixian's five fingers had already locked his wrist and twisted it violently, about to forcibly twist his wrist.

The cloth stick suddenly couldn't hold it, and it flew into the sky. As soon as the strength dissipated, it immediately stretched in the air into that Dao robe.

Xuanqiu's cultivation and reaction speed are not comparable to Fenglan's generation.

Seeing that the other party was about to break his wrist, he followed the direction of the twist, turned over and unloaded the twisting power, and kicked a series of phantoms in the air with both feet.

The Shadowless Phantom Foot Jedi counterattacked, hitting Lin Zixian in the face and chest.

Lin Zixian also had to let go of his tightly clasped wrists, kicked his feet on the ground, and quickly floated backwards. The power reaches the whole body, which can be described as light as a swallow.

This series of confrontations made a group of junior disciples of the Qingcheng faction dizzy, and both sides of the battle fought back.

They advocate martial arts and are proud of martial arts, which is also the reason why they worship the Qingcheng faction as Taoist priests.

Lin Zixian's strange body method and Xuanqiu's impromptu response made them insiders fascinated, and they couldn't help but ask themselves if they were Xuanqiu, how would they resolve it?

Hua Linglong's little three-legged cat kung fu, the Tao is still diving, only dazzling, and I haven't seen what is going on in the moment just now.

Daoist Changqing's gaze began to become solemn.

As soon as the two of them parted, Xuan Qiu shook his painful wrist, and with a 'chok' sound, he pulled out the matching sword on his waist.

Tiptoe point to chase after the ground, people send swords out, swords lead people away, and a cold light chases towards Lin Zixian. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword instantly bred a little cold star, like hundreds of poisonous snakes spitting letters, biting Lin Zixian up and down.