The iron rod is an extension of one's own body, it is driven by itself, it does not hurt, it does not bleed, and it does not carry the slightest emotion; It faithfully executes the will of the operator, as long as its heart is firm and strong enough, this iron rod is indestructible!

The smell of blood kept entering Huitong's nostrils, the long-lost, unique smell of rust, this is the smell of the battlefield! Wielding the iron rod, Huitong felt that his internal organs came to life again, full of vitality - yes! That's how it feels! Poor monks don't deserve to die in the meditation room, and they shouldn't die in the meditation room! This is the place where the bones of poor monks are buried! Yes, this is it! The battlefield is the final destination of the poor monks......

"Hey! Monk, where did you learn this stick method? ”

A loud shout pulls Huitong back to reality from that wonderful atmosphere.

Huitong followed the sound and looked at it, only to see a young monk standing not far from him, also holding an iron rod in his hand.

Wait a minute! The iron rod...... Why is it so familiar?

"I didn't expect that the poor monk was not the only monk here." Huitong turned in the direction of Hui Ze, and the two stood opposite each other.

"You haven't answered yet, where did you learn your stick technique?" Hui Ze frowned and asked sharply.

"Little monk, tell me first, where did you get this stick?" Huitong looked relatively relaxed and asked with a smile.

"This is what my master left me!" Huize answered Smartcom's question.

"Your master?" Huitong's face looked a little surprised, "The poor monk took the liberty of asking, your master's law name is Huiming?" ”

"Do you know my master?" Hui Ze was obviously taken aback, he didn't expect that the monk in front of him would actually say the master's legal name.

"Where is he?" Huitong's emotions suddenly became excited, and he suddenly took two steps towards Hui Ze, his tone anxious, "Where is he now?" ”

"The master has long passed away......"

"Passed away?" Huitong, who heard the news, looked a little lost, "...... passed away"

"Now it's your turn to answer." Hui Ze's eyes were fixed on Huitong, "Why do you know the master?" Could it be that you also learned the stick technique from the master? ”

"The poor monk's name is Huitong, if you are Huiming's apprentice, then in terms of seniority, you should call me uncle."

"Uncle Shi?" Hui Ze didn't believe it, "The little monk was raised by the master since childhood, and our master and apprentice have been practicing everywhere, and we have never heard the master say anything else." ”

"Believe it or not, it's true." Huitong didn't want to dwell on this issue with Hui Ze, "Out of courtesy, should you also report your legal name?" ”

"Little monk Hui Ze ......" Huitong's reminder made Hui Ze realize his rudeness, and he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

"Hui Ze...... The poor monk remembered. However, it seems that our meeting is not a pleasant thing, and we should be in a hostile relationship at the moment......"

Huitong's words aroused the vigilance in Hui Ze's heart, and he raised the iron rod in his hand and looked at Huitong with a sharp look, "Do you want to fight?" Always with you! ”

"I can't ask for it!" As soon as the words fell, Huitong picked up the iron rod in his hand and attacked Hui Ze.

The two iron rods fought together at once, making a heavy muffled sound; The more the battle between the two continued, the more certain Hui Ze became that this monk's stick method was definitely in the same vein as his own stick method!

This has to be clarified!

Hui Ze flashed a gap and hurriedly asked, "This stick method was created by the master himself, you claim to be a brother with the master, could it be that the master also passed on the stick method to you?" ”

"It seems that although you were raised by Senior Brother Huiming, you don't know anything about your master."

"What did you say?"

"Senior Brother Huiming has never mentioned his past to you?" Huitong squinted at Hui Ze, "You don't really think that your master is just an ordinary monk, do you?" ”

"Is it possible...... What other secrets can the master have? ”

"Hehe, interesting...... Huitong smiled inexplicably, "It seems that Senior Brother deliberately hid his past from you, why?" ”

"Tell me! What kind of history does the master have? Why are you hiding it from me? Hui Ze was enraged, and he suddenly took a few steps towards Huitong, and even his face looked a little distorted.

"Well, as an uncle, the poor monk can tell you, but there is one condition." Smartcom seems unhurried.

"On what terms?"

"Can You Beat My ......"

After a brief silence, Hui Ze slowly put one end of the iron rod towards Huitong and put on a posture. His face was expressionless, and his tone was low, but the words he said were incomparably sonorous, "If it's just this condition, it's too simple!" It's the first time for a young monk to have such a strong desire to fight......"

Huitong can feel that the momentum of Hui Ze's whole person is completely different.

"Well, it looks like this, it's finally a little decent," the expression on Huitong's face also became serious, and he also put on a posture, staring at Hui Ze tightly, "Let Uncle Shi see how much you have learned from Senior Brother's skills......"

However, the two did not immediately break out into a fierce fight, and they maintained their stance like this, staring at each other......

It was a Wei soldier who broke this stalemate and did not know whether he was alive or dead. I don't know if he was frightened, he actually held a knife and slashed at Hui Ze with a shout......

Just as he approached the motionless two monks, the two iron rods moved almost simultaneously—Hui Ze's iron rods were like black poisonous snakes that had been gathering momentum for a long time, and they suddenly attacked, smashing the heads of the Wei soldiers to pieces; And Huitong's iron rod also swept towards Wei Bing's body with an earth-shattering force, and this headless body, like a stuffed sack, was swept away far away.

Huitong's actions puzzled Hui Ze, just now it was such a good opportunity, but Huitong didn't attack himself, "You are ......"

"The poor monk will not allow anyone to disturb this battle." Huitong said indifferently.

The two re-positioned themselves and prepared to continue the competition.

But before we could start working, someone came to disturb me again.

This time it was Xu Jin who came, and he shouted loudly at Hui Ze on the side, "Hui Ze, retreat!" ”

"It seems that our victory or defeat will have to be saved for next time." Huitong shook his head and put away the iron rod.

"Indeed!" Hui Ze also put away the iron rod, and said to Huitong as he walked backwards, "But the two armies are fighting, and we will meet again sooner or later." ”

"Then you have to be careful not to be killed before you run into the poor monk."

"Don't worry, before you say anything about the master, the little monk can't die......"

"The poor monk is waiting for you......"

"There will be a date later!"

Hui Ze turned around and followed Xu Jin and ran away quickly.

"Who's that monk?" Xu Jin asked curiously towards Hui Ze as he ran, "Still holding the same iron rod as you, can you know each other?" ”

"It's the first time we've met." Hui Ze replied as he ran, "But that monk claims to be my uncle, and his stick technique is indeed the same as mine, and he said that as long as I beat him, he will tell me about my master's past." ”

"Ah, I remember, you seem to have said that your master never mentioned his past to you......"

"So next time I meet again, I must win against this monk, I want to know what the master was like before!"