"Master Ling, you have to be forgiving and forgiving!"

At this moment, the nameless old monk suddenly waved his sleeves, and a powerful force roared out, as if a wall of qi came out of thin air, blocking in front of Ling Muyun's sword qi.

A dense explosion of qi sounded, the fierce sword qi was consumed, and the qi wall swung by the nameless old monk also collapsed and dissipated.

However, the nameless old monk came first and successfully intercepted Ling Muyun's killing move, creating an opportunity for Murong Fu to escape, but from this point of view, it was Ling Muyun who had the upper hand.

And Murong Fu also took advantage of Ling Muyun's obstruction by the nameless old monk, jumped out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with Murong Bo in his arms, and fled out.

"The surname is Murong, where are you fleeing!"

Xiao Feng, who was resting on the bookshelf, had already forced out most of the toxins in his body at this time, and when he saw Murong Fu and his father fleeing, he immediately roared angrily, flew over, and chased out of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"Amitabha, Lord Xiao Shi, when will you be able to repay your grievances? It's better to put it down. The nameless old monk recited a Buddha horn in the air, the sleeves of his robe shook, and a wall of qi came out in response, and he stopped in front of Xiao Feng.

Ling Muyun said: "Old monk, if you create karmic causes, you have to bear the karmic consequences, you are not a Buddha, and you can't survive the world, so why interfere with the cause and effect of the rivers and lakes?" ”

As he spoke, Ling Muyun shook his hand and slammed out the eighteen palms of the dragon, and a majestic palm force roared out like an invisible dragon, colliding with the wall of qi swung by the nameless old monk. It was like a meteorite hitting the earth, and there was a loud bang. The entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was violently shaking, and the strong wind aroused by the strong force swept away in all directions, like a hurricane transiting, the bookshelf in the pavilion was blown to the side, and it was not one or two that were blown away, and countless scriptures and classics were blown away and scattered, flying all over the sky.

"Thank you, brother." Xiao Feng thanked Ling Muyun, then swept out of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and chased after the Murong family father and son.

Before, Ling Muyun wanted to leave Murong Fu behind. was stopped by an unknown old monk. Murong Fu was able to successfully escape, but he didn't expect that the debt would be repaid quickly, and he was stopped by Ling Muyun when he wanted to stop Xiao Feng. One report and one report. No one took advantage of it.

"Amitabha. Good, good. The nameless old monk recited the Buddha's name, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his face. Said: "Master Ling, the injuries of Old Donor Xiao and Old Master Murong belong to two poles, and they should be reconciled and healed by Yin and Yang, but now you are doing this, ...... you."

Ling Muyun smiled faintly and said, "It's okay, I have my own way of curing Uncle Xiao, so the master doesn't have to worry about it." ”

As he spoke, Ling Muyun's figure stepped back slightly, spanning a distance of several zhang in one step, and landed lightly in front of Xiao Yuanshan, reaching out and picking up Xiao Yuanshan's palm, which was converted into ten thousand poisonous true qi and crossed into his body, instantly dissolving the poison of the "sad and crisp breeze" in his body, and then said: "Uncle Xiao, this poison was applied by Murong Fu, he must have an antidote, my eldest brother Xiao is outnumbered, I am afraid that it will be difficult to deal with." ”

"Thank you, nephew." As soon as the toxin on Xiao Yuanshan's body was resolved, he immediately turned over and got up, bowed to Ling Muyun, and then flew towards the outside of the pavilion and chased after him to help his son.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The nameless old monk recited the Buddha's name, and he wanted to stop it again. Although Xiao Feng's martial arts are stronger than those of Murong father and son, if Murong father and son join forces, self-preservation should not be a problem. But if you add a Xiao Yuanshan, it will be more auspicious.

The nameless old monk didn't blindly look towards the Murong father and son, but simply didn't want to see the killing, and among the two opposing sides of the Xiao family and the Murong family father and son, the Murong family and the father and son were on the weak side, and he would inevitably act a little favorably for the Murong family and the father and son.

However, the nameless old monk was just about to move, but when he saw Ling Muyun's figure flickering, he had already stopped in front of him first, and said: "Master, you don't care about other people's affairs for now, I see that the master's martial arts are unfathomable, and he has returned to the realm of returning to the basics, I can't help but feel a little itchy, I want to ask the master for a few tricks, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

The nameless old monk looked at Ling Muyun with a smile on his face, knowing that if he didn't defeat Ling Muyun, he didn't want to interfere in today's affairs, so he immediately sighed lightly and said: "Ling Shizhu is young, he has such a high level of cultivation, it is really admirable, since the donor has this heart, the old man should accompany him." It's just that this is the place where the temple collects scriptures, which is full of the treasure scrolls left by the Bodhidharma Patriarch and the senior monks of the past dynasties. ”

Ling Muyun said: "It's up to the master." ”

"Amitabha, thank you Lord Ling for your fulfillment." The nameless old monk nodded, and immediately walked out of the pavilion, and the steps seemed to shrink into inches, and I didn't see how he behaved, but he just took a step in the ordinary, as if he was slow and urgent, and he stepped out in two steps, and his figure was already outside the attic.

Ling Muyun's eyes suddenly shot out a puff of essence light, and his body moved, as if he was walking in the void, and he didn't see the soles of his feet landing, as if he was just taking a step in the void, and his body was already out of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Although the four monks of Xuansheng, Xuanxuan, Xuanyan, and Xuanjing could not move the poison of the "sad and crisp breeze" in their bodies, their sanity was not lost, and they couldn't help but be amazed when they saw the methods used by the nameless old monk and Ling Muyun, and at the same time, they couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Before they were regarded as Shaolin monks, martial arts masters, they themselves also feel that their martial arts are not ambiguous, compared with the unknown old monk and Ling Muyun, they are like beginners in martial arts, that fact is not worth mentioning, and they are not even worthy of carrying shoes for others.

An unspeakable annoyance rose in the hearts of several monks, such as Ling Muyun and the nameless old monk, such as Ling Muyun and the nameless old monk, are peerless masters, this kind of master has made a move, and it is even more difficult to find, but now they know that the two are going to fight, but because of the poison of the "sad and crisp breeze" in their bodies, they can't go out to watch, which is tantamount to entering the treasure mountain and returning empty, and the regret is really not enough for outsiders.

Ling Muyun fell to the ground lightly, only to see the nameless old monk glance at Ling Muyun and said, "Master Ling, please come with me." ”

As he spoke, he saw the nameless old monk suddenly turn around, stride out, and suddenly run towards the bottom of the mountain, as if he had cast a spell while walking, and he didn't see how hard he stepped forward, just walked in ordinary steps, but the actual body moved extremely fast, and in three or two steps, it was already twenty or thirty zhang away.

Ling Muyun's eyes flashed, and he immediately chased after him with a vertical figure, and he chased after him lightly, as if his feet did not touch the ground, as if he was walking against the wind, floating like a fairy.

The nameless old monk and Ling Muyun were one after the other, as fast as a lightning flash, and suddenly they were dozens of zhang away, and from a distance, they could only see two shadows running between the temple houses, and they disappeared in an instant, disappearing without a trace, fast as a ghost, ethereal as a fairy.

After galloping for a while, Ling Muyun couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart. The strange light work of the nameless old monk is really something that has never been seen in his life, as if he has evil arts. Originally, the old monk was just one step ahead of him, and the distance between the two was only a few feet, and he originally thought that he could catch up in just two or three steps. But who would have thought that the nameless old monk seemed to be ordinary when he walked, but in fact he was running at a very fast speed, just a few zhang away, with his light skills, he could never catch up, but he would not be left behind.

It must be known that since he fused the Nine Yin Light Skills, Ling Bo Weibu, Hexiang Nine Heavens and other light skills into one furnace, Ling Muyun's light skills have entered a highly subtle state, and his confidence is enough to stand alone in the Tianlong World, but he didn't expect that the light skills of the nameless old monk were not inferior to him at all, and even faintly higher.

Of course, Ling Muyun was confident that if he could take his cultivation one step further, step through the bottleneck and completely step into the realm of the congenital perfection of the grandmaster, it would not be difficult for him to surpass the nameless old monk if the tide was rising.

However, the threshold of the Grandmaster Realm is not so easy to step into, even if Ling Muyun has already entered the peak realm of Innate Perfection with the help of the skills of Tianshan Tong Mu and Li Qiushui, and is only half a step away from the realm of Innate Consummation, but it is extremely difficult to step out of this half step.

Even though Ling Muyun had obtained almost all of the martial arts secrets of the Freedom Sect and had devoted himself to practicing martial arts in the Vulture Palace for several months, he had made a lot of progress, but he still failed to enter the realm of innate perfection before this martial arts conference.

It's just that time waits for no one, and the system task requires him to defeat the nameless old monk during the period when the Shaolin faction holds a martial arts conference, so he can only challenge the nameless old monk at this time, and after this deadline, even if he defeats the nameless old monk, the task is a failure.

Because of this, even though he knew that the nameless old monk was likely to be in the realm of the Grandmaster, and he was still one line short of it, and the odds of winning were not very good, Ling Muyun still came hard.

It's just that now it seems that even the light skills he is best at can't take any advantage, which makes Ling Muyun's heart sink slightly, it seems that if he wants to win this battle, he is afraid that it will be more difficult than he imagined.

The nameless old monk turned around in the middle of the barren mountain, turned west, and after a short time, led Ling Muyun to a flat place in the forest, then stopped and turned to look at Ling Muyun.

Seeing that Ling Muyun also stopped his body lightly, and his face did not change color without growing his breath, the nameless old monk couldn't help but praise and said: "Ling Shizhu is young, and his martial arts have reached such attainments, which is really amazing, the old man has lived in seclusion in Shaolin for decades, and he didn't expect that there would be such a stunning person as Ling Shizhu in the martial arts......"

Ling Muyun's heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "Please forgive me for being presumptuous, but I don't know what sect the master originally came from?" ”

It is not difficult to hear from the words of the nameless old monk that this nameless old monk should not be a person from the Shaolin faction, but only lived in seclusion in the Shaolin Temple in the past few decades, Ling Muyun couldn't help but have a trace of curiosity in his heart, what kind of sect did this number one master in the Tianlong world come from? Why had they never heard of it before? (To be continued......)