Seeing that the dozen or so monks in front of him had turned into pulp, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but sigh. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

From the body poison to the Great Han, other people came from the Western Regions, but he quietly entered the Shan State, and then went to the border of the Great Han.

There, he studied Chinese for three years, and apart from his appearance, no one would suspect him as a foreigner at all.

When I was a teenager, I occasionally came into contact with the martial arts of the Han Dynasty, which was a failed family in the Warring States Period.

I don't know what's going on, but I got poisoned, but unfortunately I am not familiar with life, a huge family, and in the end, only the only male was left, and the martial arts are not bad.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, and the monks have more than ten lives, and they were finally killed by the locals.

The other bald heads were only interested in the family's wealth, and the bulky Guiding Technique was almost burned as firewood.

Fortunately, he learned some simple ancient Chinese when he was a child, and later found someone to translate it one after another.

Of course, he found different people, and there were quite a few people who knew Chinese, especially those who came from the Western Regions.

I can't help but say that the failure of that family is somewhat wronged. Like the Daomen, they have no quarrel with the world, they do not cultivate the Tao, but practice martial arts, believing that people can reach the other side by virtue of their own cultivation.

At that time, he was just an insignificant new monk named Lie Prajna, which is the legendary Bodhidharma of Chinese Buddhism.

After really cultivating, he understood why that family was driven away by the hundred schools of Huaxia, similar to the cultivation path of the Northern Shengong.

Although they are all adopted orphans, they have been cultivating since they were young, and eventually their skills will be dedicated to the main family.

The exercises cultivated by both sides have the same root and origin, and the attributes of internal force are the same.

Naturally, those who contribute their skills lose their martial arts and accelerate aging, and the heavy ones die on the spot.

As long as there is one person who breaks the legendary barrier to the innate level, no matter how many people sacrifice, it is worth it, not to mention that all of them are adopted by the family? Without a family, those people might have gone to the ghost gate long ago.

However, it is not clear to the outside world, thinking that this family can absorb anyone's skills, and regard it as a street rat.

After reading the introduction of the ancestors of the family, Bodhidharma sighed, thank you very much to the warriors of the Central Plains, how can you get the world's destiny without themselves?

Since then, he has lived in a secluded home and adopted many orphans in his family. The frequent wars and chaos of the body and the fragmentation of many families have laid a good foundation for this kung fu.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages, and the kung fu absorbed cannot be completely used for oneself, after all, it is not something that I have worked hard to cultivate, and it is truly integrated into one's own less than one out of ten.

And we must continue to meditate, carve our own skills, and mix the elements as you wish.

However, this is worthy of being a rare good exercise, and you don't see that the martial artist has reached a bottleneck, and often cannot move forward in his life. The lack of natural treasures made the cultivation of martial artists hesitate.

has practiced Chinese martial arts, and then corroborated with the martial arts of the body poison itself, complementing each other.

One cultivation outside, one cultivation inside, Bodhidharma was less than thirty years old, and he became a strong person among the body poison masters.

In the five years since he arrived in Luoyang, he has not been in a hurry to express himself, but has been eager to learn the essence of China, whether it is literature or martial arts, and the books he has read are piled up all over the room.

A few years ago, his martial arts could not go further, and Bodhidharma couldn't help but be impetuous, and more than a dozen people who followed him became the last group of people to be absorbed.

The difference in martial arts between the two sides is too great, one is the sun and the other is the earth, it absorbs it very quickly, and it still has no use, the barrier is like a sky, and only a shadow can be seen.

Bodhidharma, on the contrary, because the body can't store it, causes impetuousness.

He recited the Sutra of the Past Life to these attendants in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, all kinds of minced meat piled up.

Press it lightly again to become a cylinder.

With the straining of his feet, the ground was squeezed and bulged in all directions, revealing holes.

Bodhidharma stroked, but it was not enough to fit the cylinder, and he made another effort to throw the minced meat pillar into it.

The palm of his hand waved, and it was not visible on the ground, only the strong smell of blood filled the air.

After doing all this, Bodhidharma found that his internal strength was even more agitated, and he hurriedly entered a deep retreat to breathe himself.

The people of the Daomen, the spiritual attack is really not covered. Several monks in the gatehouse of the White Horse Temple fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

Li Yan stepped forward to test it and found that these people only had internal strength, and even martial artists had not yet reached it.

Zhao Yun's side is itself three families, one family and one direction.

With the map in hand, the White Horse Temple is not a hidden place in Luoyang, and one or twenty acres of land can be swept with a single thought.

There are three strong grandmasters of the Zhao family, and they are naturally assigned the most difficult task to deal with the warrior monks who are usually inconspicuous, and they have stopped and killed many midnight meticulous works at night.

It's just the blink of an eye, and when the three of them arrived at the martial arts arena, they didn't hide their figures, and let out the momentum of their whole bodies.

"Who dares to come to my White Horse Temple to spread wild!" A warrior monk jumped out in a shadowy way.

He looks like he has high cheekbones and deep eye sockets, so he is naturally a pure poison person.

Something happened to the disciple to obey his work, Zhao Yun did not let it, and before the person arrived, the strength was already released, and the monk immediately fell to the ground.

"Everyone, my White Horse Temple has no quarrel with the world, have you come to the wrong place?" The warrior monk's external skills have reached the pinnacle, and he suffered a secret loss under guard, and stood up lightly.

But he understood that there was only one young man in front of him, who was his fierce rival, and the two old ones were watching the battle from behind, plus there were more than a dozen people in a circle, it was not easy to get along with at first glance.

"No, we're here to trouble you." Zhao Yun was fighting with a poisonous martial artist for the first time, and he was vigilant in his heart: "After tonight, there will be no martial artists in Buddhism!" ”

When he saw the other party with his bare hands, he also wanted to try his body at the moment, turned his palm into a knife, and he was unforgiving, and slashed head-on, like gold and iron colliding, making a bang.

The two of them spoke just now, although they didn't say it loudly, and the rest of the warrior monks had already been awakened.

Their speed is very fast, comparable to those Chinese soldiers who have been trained by emergency assembly every day in their previous life, and when the two had just fought for the second time, they appeared in the martial arts arena.

Zhao Yun's hand was slightly retracted, his palm was a little wooden, and his other fist smashed over without hesitation.

The warrior monk's clothes were blown up like a tent, his hand did not retreat, his palm was as flexible as a snake, and it suddenly increased in length, looking like a thin stick, which was very strange.

If both sides didn't stop, it was obvious that the monk's hand pinched Zhao Yun's throat first.

"Yun'er, this person is born to refine the body, why attack the opponent's strengths with his own shortcomings?" The bystanders were clear, and Tong Yuan interjected at the right time.

Even if Zhao Yun is a human being in two lives, after all, he is a young man with a competitive mind.

Hearing Master's words, he woke up like a dream, his body shifted three feet, and the sword was in his hand.

Without the slightest pause, he stabbed the blade of his sword.

The warrior monk was dismissive, and still came to deal with it with the palm of his hand.

Without a sound, the sword severed its arm and went straight forward, and with a sweep of the sword, the monk's head fell to the ground.

The rabbits on both sides fell up and down, and before the rest of the monks could react, there were already dead people here.

The White Horse Temple had never encountered such a powerful enemy, and everyone was a little confused.

"Formation!" An old voice shouted loudly, and the shadowy monk immediately ran around the Zhao family without touching his feet.

Zhao Yun fixed his eyes and saw that he and the others were surrounded by them, and they kept running, which was dazzling. (To be continued.) )