Speaking of which, Lin Yang came to Shaolin Mountain for the first time, and he didn't know where the Shaolin Temple was located. On the contrary, the Taimur Mountain, where the Songshan faction is located, has been to it once, although it is not in the same time and space.

But this is not difficult for him, at this time the sun is setting, it is already dusk, there are some monks who return to the temple, Lin Yang followed a few monks all the way up the mountain, came to the Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Temple covers a wide area, the front hall and the back house, I don't know that there are thousands of rooms, Lin Yang sneaked for a long time, and then he touched the outside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

I saw that outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a thin monk wearing an old green robe, holding a broom, was bowing and sweeping the floor.

This monk is quite old, his sparse long beard is already white, his movements are slow, he has no strength, and he does not look like he has martial arts.

Lin Yang walked out of the shadows, walked straight to the front of the sweeping monk not far away, smiled and said hello: "I've seen the master!" ”

With his eyesight, he can't see whether this sweeping monk can do martial arts? Just like his profound internal strength for more than a hundred years, he has long been restrained, to the point of returning to the basics, and others can't see the level of his martial arts.

The thin old monk was sweeping the floor, and when he saw Lin Yang coming to greet him, he was slightly stunned, stopped his movements, slowly raised his head, and said, "I've seen this donor." ”

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an important place in Shaolin, and Lin Yang suddenly appeared here, but the old monk didn't ask.

With a turn of heart, Lin Yang knew that he had found the right person, if he was someone else, why did he have to ask when he saw that he was an outsider?

Lin Yang smiled, took out the four-foot green peak, slowly moved forward, and said loudly: "I heard that there is a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple, who is full of martial arts, and I came to ask for advice!" ”

Although it is only a move, this sword seems to contain infinite changes!

"Good swordsmanship!" The thin old monk's eyebrows twitched, and he looked squarely at the young man in front of him. There was something strange in his eyes.

He really wanted to ask, where did you hear that my martial arts are amazing? Real-time has been interrupted by a sword!

Lin Yang was also not polite, and couldn't help but be a little excited when he found an opponent. Take a step forward and stab straight with your sword. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, locking all the space around the sweeping monk.

This type of direct stab has brought swordsmanship to the extreme, which can be called unparalleled in the world!

"Amitabha!" The thin old monk said the Buddha name, and his left hand made a Buddha ritual on his chest, and as soon as the voice started, the broom in his right hand swept out from the bottom up, as if he was sweeping the floor. Ignore the sword that stabbed you.

The broom swept over, but Lin Yang felt as if a big mountain was pressing over, his eyes became solemn, his footsteps slipped, and his figure had appeared on the left side of the sweeping monk, the four-foot Qingfeng was castrated, and the tip of the sword had touched the sweeping monk's robe.

At this time, the sweeping monk's Buddha horn had not yet fallen, his right arm turned, and the broom in his hand drew a semicircle. I slapped it to the left, as if I was swatting a fly.

It seems to be a simple action, in Lin Yang's eyes. The broom was like a train, whistling and crashing into it, and although his sword could pierce the sweeping monk, he would inevitably be hit by a broom.

He had no doubt that if this broom was on his body, he would have to be half-paralyzed if he didn't die.

Lin Yang shook his body, and he had disappeared from the left side of the sweeping monk, and his figure appeared on the top of the sweeping monk's head like a ghost, in the posture of head and feet. Spin up in mid-air.

In the next moment, the four-foot green peak was in his hand. One into two, two into four. In an instant, dozens of identical four-foot sword shadows were differentiated, enveloping the body of the sweeping monk below.

Each sword is so brilliant that it is impossible to tell whether it is true or false.

The sweeping monk's eyebrows twitched, and the broom in his hand had been handed upwards at some point.

But listen to the "bell!" With a bang, the broom and the four-foot Qingfeng struck together, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Looking from the outside, I saw Lin Yang in mid-air, in the posture of head and foot, the four-foot Qingfeng in his hand stabbed down, and was held up by a broom, unbelievable, the four-foot Qingfeng's sword body was slightly bent, but the broom did not move.

It's as if the identities of the sword and the broom have been reversed.

When it comes to the realm of the two of them, grass, trees, bamboos and stones can all be used as swords, but they just consume a little more internal force.

Lin Yang, who was standing upside down in mid-air, raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that in terms of internal strength alone, his profound skills of more than 100 years were even slightly inferior to that of the sweeping monk!

With a force in his hand, the sword body bent, Lin Yang flipped over in the air and fell to the ground, at this moment he already understood that the martial arts of the two were between the two of them.

Even if the sweeping monk's internal strength is a little deeper than him, it is only a little. And what he has in his hand is a sharp sword, and what the other party has in his hand is a broom, and the sword has some advantages, and it is difficult to distinguish a result if the fight continues.

But I finally found an opponent, and I knew that it was difficult to distinguish the winner, so I had to fight hard!

The sweeping monk also seemed to be interested, and at the moment when Lin Yang turned over and landed, he actually began to take the initiative to attack, and his body moved, turning into a green shadow, like a meteor in the sky, in a flash!

The left hand, which has been placed in front of his chest, in the form of a Buddha ceremony, slapped it on Lin Yang's chest.

The timing of the shot is also wonderful to the peak, and it is similar to Lin Yang's Dugu Nine Swords!

At such a close distance, Lin Yang, who had just landed and had a sense of excitement in his heart, was also shocked, the four-foot Qingfeng was too late to use it, so he had to raise his left hand and hurriedly greeted it with a strong King Kong palm.

The strong wind blew from the palms of the two of them, and the fallen leaves that had just been swept together suddenly blew everywhere like encountering a tornado!

The sweeping monk took a few steps back, said the Buddha's name, and said lightly: "Accept!" ”

Lin Yang took more than seven or eight steps back, his face flushed for a flash, and said with a wry smile: "The master has won!" ”

The sweeping monk shook his head and said: "The monks don't talk about winning or losing, the donor is young, his martial arts are already superb, and his swordsmanship is even more unparalleled in the world, and the old man really admires it!" ”

There is too much age difference between the two, and the sweeping monk knows that he has taken advantage of it for many years, even if his skills are superior, he is also amazed, without him, the other party is too young! Young enough to match this martial arts, there are some demons!

"A loss is a loss!" Lin Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly, only then did he know that at his level, his martial arts were all superb, and when he fought hands, it was already unpredictable, and a very slight negligence was enough to decide the winner.

It seems that when he encounters an opponent like the sweeping monk, he can't help but be overjoyed, and when he has a momentary distraction in the competition, the sweeping monk seized the opportunity and fought hard with him.

Speaking of which, this is not a fatal mistake, but who made the sweeping monk's internal strength a little higher than him, and his own kung fu is a shortcoming?

If you can descend the dragon eighteen palms or the Tianshan Six Yang palms, or practice the strong Vajra palms to the extreme, as for such a wolf, you will suffer a big loss.

The sweeping monk's various kung fu has obviously been practiced to the extreme, and in terms of palm alone, Lin Yang is not one at all. (To be continued)

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