Chapter Eighty-Eight Pure and Panyu!

Su Chen didn't plan to take over Qi Yu's gang directly, firstly, he didn't want to make trouble for himself, and secondly, he liked an unrestrained life, even if he wanted to take over, but he was still unwilling, it was better to be a shopkeeper and hand over a matter to Qi Yu. He believed that Qi Yu could do better than him, but Su Chen still couldn't understand what kind of mind he wanted to push himself into the first place, and he couldn't figure out that Su Chen would no longer continue to waste brain cells, and there was still a patient waiting for him at home.

When Su Chen walked downstairs in the community, a young man stood there, his clothes were a little ragged and dirty, but his eyes were bright, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, tall and thin, like a sharp sword that needed to drink blood. When Su Chen saw him, he had also noticed Su Chen, this person who was regarded as the enemy of the master but wanted to follow him, this was the master's wish before his death, and he couldn't go against it. But his great hatred for his master has always been in his heart.

He is not Su Chen's opponent yet.

"You seem to be very hostile to me."

Su Chen walked in front of Pan Yu and said softly.

"You will only be my enemy."

Pan Yu said coldly, his eyes stared directly at Su Chen, and his face did not change.

Su Chen's eyes became more and more cold, and he stepped out in one step, his momentum was like a bullfight, which made Pan Yu's face turn pale, and he unconsciously took a step back.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

Su Chen's coldness made Pan Yu feel a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart, as if he was now a demon who could devour his life at any time.

"You're not going to kill me." Pan Yu said, but his eyes were full of tenacity, and his delicate but somewhat dirty face revealed a persistence that did not match his age at all. He guessed correctly, Su Chen would not kill him, Zhizhen in order to open up the meridians Yin and Yang stilts for himself, the Tao disappeared, Pan Yu was his only disciple, and before he died, Zhizhen also entrusted himself to help him take care of Pan Yu, so it is reasonable that Su Chen will not kill this young man.

"Because you don't have that chance."

A cold voice appeared behind Su Chen, he didn't even notice it from beginning to end, Su Chen's heart sank, this guy may be the strongest master he has ever met.

"Amitabha, donor, as long as you hand over the Heavenly Sword and follow me back to Shaolin Temple to be punished, I will definitely not embarrass you."

A bald head appeared behind Su Chen, and the white mullah monk said lightly, full of majesty, and quite confident, that commanding tone made Su Chen hate the most, how old are you bald? You say I'll go with you, and I'll go with you, and I really think I'm an ambassador for rewarding good and punishing evil.

"Then it depends on whether you have this ability, if my guess is right, it should be what he said to you, Yitian Sword is here, it seems that I can't hide it if I want to, Shaolin knows that Yitian Sword is here, and the entire Jianghu is afraid that it will know."

Su Chen smiled lightly, he was not flustered at all, or it was useless to panic, tonight this old monk was the strongest person he had ever seen, not even as good as the true old monk.

"Then don't blame the old man for doing it. Lao Ga is called the purest, he is the senior brother of the true junior brother, and he came today to seek justice for my career, for the way of heaven, relying on the heavenly sword, it must not be left in your hands, otherwise it will be a catastrophe in the martial arts. ”

Zhichun said with a stern expression, like a Bodhidharma patriarch who saved the world with great compassion.

"How old are you? Master, I would like to ask you, why did I give you the Heavenly Sword? Don't sue me that this is your Shaolin thing, even if it is, now that it is in my hands, how can you say that you will take it? And can you not turn your ugly face into a messenger of justice, take the sword and seize the sword, why do you say it so high-sounding, why has it become a scourge in my hands? I used it to burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil and be seen by you, or did I know that although I bowed my ** granddaughter? ”

Su Chen asked rhetorically.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, strong words, you are such a rebellious person, I will kill him and avenge my junior brother. Today, even the king of heaven and Lao Tzu can't save you, Lao Ke has not killed for decades, and today I am afraid that he will break the vows. ”

"I don't think you're a good bird, and you still pretend to be a monk, if the Shaolin Temple is like you, you should have broken up a long time ago. I poked you in the weakness, I think you are annoyed and angry, and you want to grab the sword and kill people. I doubt now that you want to take away my Heavenly Sword, do you want to give it to Shaolin, or do you want to keep it for yourself? ”

"As the chief elder of the Discipline Academy, how could the old man covet your broken sword, today, I want to avenge my junior brother."

Zhichun's face was angry, and he looked at him coldly, and he had already killed Su Chen.

"Greed and hatred have all been revealed, and you are still a monk in vain. One will claim to be a high-ranking monk who has attained the Tao and do the right thing for heaven, and then he will say that my sword is a broken sword, why are you so concerned about breaking the sword? Why bother with each other, wouldn't it be better for us all to go home and sleep? ”

Su Chen sneered, the pure old monk hated Su Chen more and more, this battle was inevitable.

"Shaft dare! The old man would rather fall into the eighteenth layer of hell than have your body torn to pieces. ”

Zhichun shouted angrily, put his palms together, attacked with all his strength, and flexibly footwork, so that Su Chen felt the crisis in an instant, and in a moment, Zhichun was already close to Su Chen, and several palms were slapped out in a row, Su Chen was like a big enemy, and fought and retreated, and Zhichun was as fierce as Mount Tai, and the two fought each other, and they were about to start.

Su Chen was shocked in his heart, this old guy's strength was so strong, he was not prepared, he had already come with a critical attack, and he really deserved to be a senior monk of Shaolin Temple, Songshan Shaolin can be called the number one faction in the world, it seems that it is not a waste of fame, as soon as the expert makes a move, the thunder wind is in the middle of the stream, and the overlapping palm wind keeps coming, Su Chen is overwhelmed, and makes a defensive move with the golden bell jar, but within three moves, the golden bell jar is under the pure offensive, and it is easily broken, Su Chen's face is solemn, it seems that this is the purest understanding of the golden bell jar iron cloth shirt, Far more than yourself.

"The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, I forgot to tell you, Lao Wei majored in the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt."

Zhichun roared wildly, and rampage again, Su Chen's eyes shrank, urging the Yin and Yang veins in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the internal force instantly penetrated the whole body, Su Chen's strength rose sharply, this, although Zhichun had expected it, but he was also taken aback, this guy was so young that he had such an ungodly achievement, if he was allowed to develop, these old guys, would not be ashamed of himself?

"You must kill him, Uncle Zhichun, you must kill him! Avenge my master. ”

Pan Yu muttered, his eyes were shining, he hoped that Su Chen's battle would be killed, and God would open his eyes. He knew that the gap between himself and Su Chen was not a star and a half, if he wanted to wait for him to grow up and make trouble for Su Chen, then I am afraid it would take at least ten years, and at that time, would Su Chen rest on his laurels and not grow at all? Although Pan Yu was full of confidence in himself, he was not sure that Su Chen would definitely be defeated, although Uncle Shi's strength was unfathomable, but Su Chen had opened up the two meridians after all.

Pan Yu was entangled in his heart, but he also wanted to kill his own master and enemy with his own hands.

Su Chen and Zhichun fought dozens of moves, although Zhichun was emaciated, but his strength was quite strong, and Su Chen's fists and feet were shaken, and he did not fall behind at all, even after opening up the two meridians, it was difficult for him to get a little benefit in front of Zhichun.

Su Chen swept a kick and attacked in a row, with his hands around his chest, and he also used the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, but he was even more fierce than Su Chen, and Su Chen was difficult to shake to the pure slightest.

"Old thing, it seems that you really have to show some ability to press the box."

Su Chen's fist was dignified, the two of them punched to the flesh, the sound of banging was endless, and Pan Yu was shocked to see it, these two people were almost a battle of life and death, and no one left a hand.

"Prajna palm."

Zhichun roared, the phantom-like palm wind, extremely fast, called Prajna, the atmosphere is fully revealed, with a faint wind and thunder, in the martial arts of Shaolin Temple, it is a superior kung fu, practiced to the fullest, it is definitely enough to shock the sky, even if there is only sixty percent of the fire of the Panruo palm now, it still makes Su Chen like a great enemy, Tai Chi step, chain flashing, borrowing strength, barely unloading the purest Prajna palm power, Su Chen is already sweating.

"Old fellow, it seems that you have such strength."

Su Chen sneered and said defiantly.

"Lao Wei's strength is only the tip of the iceberg, my Shaolin Temple martial arts, shocking the world, how can you get a glimpse of it."

Zhichun's face was cold, his face did not change, but he was also quite shocked in his heart, Su Chen's strength made him unexpected. If this kind of fight continues, it is bound to be a stalemate battle.

Zhichun became more ferocious, Su Chen smashed his chest with a punch, Zhichun snorted, looked back at the palm knife, and hit Su Chen's shoulder, and the two of them each took half a step back. Between you and me, in less than ten minutes, the corners of Su Chen and Zhichun's mouths were already oozing blood.

"Ahem, old fellow, today, I'll fight with you endlessly!"

Su Chen scolded secretly, and sacrificed the Heavenly Sword, the blade of the sword pointed directly at the pure, flowing sword flower, flying continuously, and the face of the pure was stern, Su Chen's fierce offensive made him have to retreat, even if the golden bell jar had been practiced to perfection, it was still difficult to resist Su Chen's swordsmanship offensive of the Broken Stone Mountain, after all, it was not a bare-handed confrontation, so the pure had to be more careful.

"Have you finally taken out the Heavenly Sword? It's a pity that this sword will soon change hands. ”

Zhichun showed a confident smile and clenched his fists, he also has his own killer feature. Fifty years ago, in order to find the Heavenly Sword, Zhichun worshiped the empty door, and finally became a Taoist monk in Shaolin. Yitian Sword, was known as the supreme martial arts, four hundred years ago, someone had to rely on the Heavenly Sword, dominating the wind and clouds, and no one could beat it all over China; More than 100 years ago, the last swordsman of the dynastic era, holding the sword of Yitian, slashed the power of the world and passed on for centuries.

The purest eyes are burning, leaning on the heavenly sword, is his life's dream and pursuit!