Yang Xingzhou was in the same boat with Li Ruohai before, and specially asked Li Ruohai for his unique and unique firefighting skills.

He is Li Ruohai's life-saving benefactor, and he is very temperamental to Li Ruohai, seeing him asking for advice, Li Ruohai naturally passed on all the marksmanship he had learned all his life to Yang Xingzhou without reservation.

Li Ruohai is a generation of gun sects, and the realm of martial arts has almost reached the same height as Pang Ban and Lang Chuyun, and the mastery of marksmanship and the profundity of internal strength are by no means imaginable by ordinary martial artists, and the Liaoyuan marksmanship that has been handed down is extremely difficult to cultivate.

Feng Xinglie, as the only personal disciple of Li Ruohai, has bad qualifications and tenacity, but after learning marksmanship for nearly 20 years, he still can't understand Liaoyuan marksmanship, and it is still difficult to master the essence of this set of marksmanship, and he can't understand Li Ruohai's pride when he performs this set of marksmanship.

But Yang Xingzhou is different.

Not only is his martial arts cultivation profound, but his vision and knowledge are only higher than Li Ruohai's, and the accumulation of hundreds of years of martial arts is unimaginable to ordinary people, plus he himself is a master of marksmanship, so when Li Ruohai taught him marksmanship and internal strength, it was really a little thorough, and it took less than a day to master the essence of this set of marksmanship.

After a period of time, I pondered in my heart from time to time, and the more I pondered, the more I felt that this marksmanship was infinitely delicious, but I had no opponent to try the move, so I could only practice in my heart.

Today, he was besieged by the alliance of the eight factions of the White Dao, and he happened to get Du Mingxin's splitting stick, and the opponent happened to be the first master of the Changbai faction with a very high cultivation, the immortal immortal, this kind of good hand is the best object for practicing guns, and when fighting with the immortal immortals, Yang Xingzhou first responded to the enemy with a stick, and then used a stick as a gun, which was suddenly transformed into a fireless marksmanship.

Li Ruohai's hundred blows on the prairie are really extraordinary, when they are performed in the hands of Yang Xingzhou, they are no less than Li Ruohai personally shot, and after more than ten moves, the immortal immortal will not be able to parry, and in the thirtieth move, the sword qi on the long stick is swallowed, turned into the tip of the spear, and is stabbed in the right chest of the immortal immortal, piercing the chest and breaking the back, and penetrating a bloody hole.

"The evil spirit Li Ruohai is not a person who hides his head and tail, you can't be Li Ruohai!"

When the immortal immortal clutched his chest and staggered back, the old man of the Xining faction, Sha Tianfang, looked at Yang Xingzhou and said angrily: "Who are you?" ”

Yang Xingzhou didn't answer, the iron rod in his hand was suddenly raised, and he pointed at Sha Tianfang: "Lao Sha, I have long heard that the Xining faction is a protégé of the Son of Heaven, and he has the responsibility of guarding Kyoto. Li is not talented, and he is a good recruit! ”

Sha Tianfang's white hair fluttered, and he smiled angrily: "Until now, you are still pretending to be the master of the Li Sect!" Li Ruohai is proud of the world, conceited in life, is he a person who hides his head and shows his tail? You say that you are Yang Xingzhou, but it is still a little credible, saying that it is Li Ruohai, it is simply laughable! ”

As he spoke, he pounced on Yang Xingzhou with Zhuang Jie beside him, and at the same time, Tian Tong, the "Infinite Sword" of the Wudang faction, Bo Zhaoru of the ancient sword pool, and a Dao Gu and two middle-aged men all pounced on Yang Xingzhou, but in an instant, Yang Xingzhou was already attacked on all sides.

"it!"

Yang Xingzhou waved the big stick in his hand, and suddenly turned into a monstrous stick shadow, the stick head was really angry, condensed as true, as if a substantial gun head was installed at one end of the long stick, making a roaring sonic boom sound, sweeping in all directions.

Li Ruohai's Liaoyuan marksmanship is the best at group fighting, especially when Yang Xingzhou increased his understanding of marksmanship when he deployed it, and integrated his own understanding into it, and there was a shadow of the Yang family's marksmanship.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of blades, fists and feet on the scene was endless, mixed with the panic of several people, the immortal fairy leaned against the trunk of a big tree with a pale face, only felt a burst of blackness in front of him, and whispered to the Wuxiang monk next to him: "Brother Wuxiang, I can't do it, this person is really good, with the power of one person, it will be difficult to deal with him, the big guy will shoot together, leave him." ”

The thoughtless monk was silent, and his face was difficult.

As a Shaolin holy monk, his status is so transcendent, but he can't beat this Xue Mingyu, but if he besieges with everyone, he can't do this kind of thing.

Even if he was dealing with Pang Ban, all he thought of was to challenge alone, not attack him in groups, after all, he still had face.

At this time, a series of loud noises of "bang bang bang", Sha Tianfang and Zhuang Jie snorted at the same time, and withdrew from the circle.

Zhuang Jie's face turned red and white, and he happened to retreat beside the Wuxiang monk, and turned his head to look at the Wuxiang monk: "Holy monk, look at this-"

The thoughtless monk let out a sigh and folded his hands: "Amitabha, everyone stand down!" ”

Although his voice was soft, everyone could hear it clearly in the fierce battle, and for a while they all retreated, Yang Xingzhou stood with his stick on his hand, looked at the monk without thinking, and laughed: "Without thinking, what do you want to do?" ”

The monk walked slowly, walked in front of Yang Xingzhou, and said indifferently: "This benefactor, whether you are Xue Mingyu or not, but you must have all kinds of connections with Xue Mingyu, the old monk is in charge, this time I will gamble with you, if you can win the old monk, the old monk guarantees that no one will attack you again." If you lose, please explain what is going on carefully and make a decision when the time comes. ”

An old nun next to him saluted and said: "Amitabha, holy monk, how many good people's daughters have been ruined by this Xue Mingyu, how can you easily make the decision and let him go?" According to me, no matter whether he wins or loses, he cannot be allowed to leave, otherwise, it will be difficult for us and other women to have a peaceful day in the Jingshi. ”

Yang Xingzhou laughed: "Don't worry, even if I am Xue Mingyu, I can't look down on you, an old nun." Old nun, what do you call it when you shot hard just now? ”

The old nun was covered with frost, and snorted coldly: "The poor nun is in the cloud hermitage, and the host is forgetful!" ”

Yang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be a loveless teacher." ”

This love-forgetting master has two disciples, a lay disciple named Yun Qing, one of the eighteen seed masters, who has been liked by Fan Liang for more than ten years, and he dare not show his heart, and there is also a closed disciple, named Yun Su, who is the only monk among the top ten beauties in the world.

A monk can be among the top ten beauties, which shows how beautiful this Yun Su is.

Thinking of this, Yang Xingzhou looked past the loveless master and looked at a few women standing behind her, and then his eyes lit up, and he praised: "It's good, it's a pity, it's a pity!" ”

Not far behind the Forgetful Master stood a little nun, she was more than half a head taller than the unpretentious and tall Forgetful Master among women, and a pair of slender and toned long legs could be seen in the fluttering white linen monk's robe, so that she still stood out from the crowd next to the fairy wind of the Dao Bone Fairy Wind, and the other men and women even gave her all the comparison.

The wind in the courtyard blew her wide nunnery robe close to her body, her shoulders were like a knife, and her chest showed plump and beautiful lines, which were set off like lotus flowers standing upright in the clear water, teaching people to take away their souls.

Her jade face is delicate and incoherent, delicate and sweet, but also innocent and pure. Her cheeks are white and delicate, with a healthy natural flush, which is more appealing than any grease and powder, and her neck is particularly slender and graceful because of her cute little bald head, and she is as cute as a little swan, and gives people a white and smooth feeling.

Yang Xingzhou has never seen such a beautiful little nun!

In the previous small world, there were only two little nuns who could leave a little impression on him, the first was Yilin's little master in the Xiaoao Jianghu, and the bald Yuan Ziyi in the flying fox world.

Yilin's little master is too petite and beautiful, and she is lovely, even worse than Ren Yingying, Yang Xingzhou has a very good impression of her, when she asked for the Baiyun Bear Bile Pill formula in Hengshan, she also specially instructed Yilin to work hard for a few days, and after a hundred years, the swordsmanship of the Hengshan faction is the best in the world, all of which are Yilin's work.

Another Yuan Ziyi is a green tea, who does things more than Yang Xingzhou, and was cut off by Yang Xingzhou with a knife, and he has never seen each other since, and he doesn't know if he is dead or alive.

At this time, I asked myself, if Yuan Ziyi was as beautiful as the little nun in front of her, Yang Xingzhou's knife might not be able to cut it down.

The most soul-stirring thing about the little nun in front of her was her pair of long-looking phoenix eyes, slender and long, and under the naturally curved eyebrows, the lacquer-like eyes were clearer and more dazzling than any gemstone. Especially the small dimples between the cheeks, which add a bit of cuteness and sweetness.

Now among the top ten beauties in the rivers and lakes, Yang Xingzhou has already seen Gu Zixian, Qin Mengyao, Yingsanhua, Xuyeyue and others, but among these, Qin Mengyao is a little more immortal than this little nun.

Qin Mengyao's beauty and the beauty of this little nun are equally unstained with a trace of dust, beyond the vulgar. It's just that the former has a little more fairy spirit, which teaches people not to look at it, but this little nun has a kind of wild atmosphere of mountains and forests, which is the natural beauty and plain beauty of seeing the truth in the plain.

She gives people the feeling that she should only hide in the rich and fragrant orchid bushes, wandering on the mountains and cliffs of Xiushi's chest.

The rest of the people, even the Void Night Moon, are not much more beautiful than this little nun, they can only say that they have their own merits.

With this kind of demeanor, if she is not selected as one of the ten beauties, who is eligible to be selected?

Even though she was separated by more than ten zhang distance, Han Bai seemed to have smelled her fragrant and clean air, which was both bright and plain, and it was kneaded into a special temperament that no one could resist.

Yang Xingzhou glanced at the little nun in front of him a few times, and exclaimed: "What a beautiful little nun, your name is Yun Su?" ”

Seeing that this person was under siege, the eight factions around him dared to stare at the woman and watch it in a daze, they were all angry and angry, and they shouted and scolded in unison, and even the monk sighed in his heart, this person is really a natural pervert, and he can't hold himself to such a point.

The little nun Yang Xingzhou stared at him intently, originally displeased, but when he touched his clear and clear eyes, an unprecedented strange feeling swelled up.

She has been a monk since she was a child, and her heart is like water, unlike the average daughter's family, she is prone to react to the rude gaze of men, but the "Xue Mingyu" in front of her is very different from the rest of the men, which makes her can't help lowering her head, blushing on her face, and saying softly: "Yes, I'm Yun Su." Are you really not Xue Mingyu? ”

Yang Xingzhou said calmly: "If Xue Mingyu has such a cultivation as me, even the emperor Lao Tzu can do it, why be a bullshit thief!" ”

When he said this, he threw the light splitter in his hand to Du Mingxin in the distance, and turned to look at the monk Wuxiang: "Old monk, your eyesight is very good, and you know that if you attack me in groups, even if you can hurt me, I am afraid that everyone at the scene will suffer heavy casualties, so you want to fight alone with me and divide the winners and losers." It's a pity that few people can understand this painstaking effort. ”

At this time, everyone suddenly realized in their hearts, it turned out that the thoughtless monk was worried that this Xue Mingyu would kill himself and others, so he proposed to gamble with Yang Xingzhou, and they were all shocked in their hearts, but they didn't expect the thoughtless monk to be so jealous of Yang Xingzhou.

The thoughtless monk lowered his eyebrows: "Good, good, since you said that you are Yang Xingzhou, the old man believes it, but even if Yang Xingzhou is here, he has to have an explanation for killing the people of my Eight Factions Alliance." ”

He raised his head, glanced at the crowd at the scene, and said softly: "This time I gambled with Lord Yang Shi, if the old monk loses, please don't embarrass him and let him go." ”

Yang Xingzhou's long hair fluttered in the wind, and said, "Then they have to have the ability to stop me!" Don't think about it, let the horse go! ”

The monk said happily: "The donor is quick to speak, and he is really happy." Before the last word was finished, the next moment he had appeared in the void in front of Yang Xingzhou, and he took Yang Xingzhou as a chest print with one palm.

Yang Xingzhou's face was surprised, and the air around him suddenly seemed to be sucked up by the palm of the thoughtless monk, and there was not a drop of the wind that was originally blowing.

It was only then that he realized that he had underestimated the thoughtless monk.

This person can fight Pang Ban twice, break through twice, and survive, and really has great skills, just this palm, it shows his unfathomable cultivation, which is completely different from the shot he just made, and the power is even more incomparable.

"Good!"

Seeing that the palm of the monk was so good, Yang Xingzhou praised loudly and suddenly pushed forward with one hand.

No, the horizontal push of the mountain palm is not thoughtful!

Rumble!

The two palms touched, the void thundered, the ground rose and fell like a wave, and then exploded, and the surrounding audience was forced by the strong wind, exclaimed, and retreated.

Click!

An ancient tree next to it suddenly exploded from its roots and fell downward.

The body of the monk who did not want to be shook, jumped back in the air, the red monk's robe was blown to pieces, scattered and splashed, revealing the moon-white monk's robe inside, and the person shouted a Buddha horn in the air, his eyes were lowered, his eyes were looking at his nose, his nose was looking at his heart, and he spun in the void.

This enlightened monk seems to have become a Buddha and Bodhisattva with thousands of hands and feet, and thousands of palm shadows and foot shadows are shot out of the body, which seems to be the target of no attack at all, and it seems that there is no purpose at all.

Yang Xingzhou's body slid quickly on the ground, cutting a ravine three feet deep and five feet long, looking up at the thousand-armed Guanyin-like thoughtless monk in the air, his face was surprisingly solemn: "Good kung fu!" ”

Suddenly jumped up in the air, the person crossed his hands in the air, and the air column was instantly generated, and he smashed it against the thoughtless monk who was spinning in the air!

The Thoughtless Monk turned even more urgently, and suddenly lost his body, leaving only countless hands and feet stretching in the void at different speeds. This scene should be strange and inexplicable, but it only gives people a sense of serenity and reverence, and the light of the Buddha is shining.

Bang!

Facing the smashed mountain air pillar, the thoughtless monk who stretched his hands and feet in the sky suddenly appeared his body, and his hands and feet slapped on the air pillar, and the air pillar was scattered violently, and then his body swept back like a meteor, and fell to the roof of the mansion on one side.

Rumble!

Before the crown of the big tree was cut off just now, it was shocked into powder by the wind of the two people, and the leaves in the sky turned into flying knives and shot in all directions.

The immortal immortal, who had been far away from the crowd, was holding his chest and secretly breathing, Yang Xingzhou's stick just now almost broke his heart, even if he didn't die this time, I am afraid that it would be difficult to become the emperor in the Changbai faction in the future.

At this time, a few leaves flew in, and the immortal fairy scolded, turned around and wanted to escape, but it was too late, "poof" twice, and the back and thighs were already hit.

"Don't think about this bastard! Don't you know if I haven't run out yet? ”

The immortal immortal was secretly ruthless in his heart, staggering forward, and suddenly the figure around him flashed, and Zhuang Jie, the leader of the Xining faction, stretched out his hand to support him, quickly retreated to the side of the courtyard, and asked, "Old immortal, are you okay?" ”

The immortal reached out and touched a handful of blood on his thigh, and pointed to the hole in his chest: "What do you say? ”

At this moment, the void suddenly shook again, and the laughter of "Xue Mingyu" sounded: "You can actually resist my Buzhou Mountain Palm, great monk, there is really you!" After I kill one person first, let's compete again! ”

The figure flashed, Yang Xingzhou's body somehow, suddenly appeared in front of the immortal immortal, hanging on the waist of the long sword that had never been pulled out, at this time suddenly out of the sheath, burst into a sky of sword light, surrounded Zhuang Jie and the immortal immortal in the sword light, and then the sword light expanded rapidly, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it was all over the space within a radius of three zhang.

For a moment, everyone was blind, and they all felt that the sword qi in front of them was groaning, and each sword was stabbing at the vital point around their body, but they couldn't see the position of the tip of the sword.

The sword light suddenly disappeared.

Yang Xingzhou's figure reappeared in front of everyone.

Not far from him, the immortal immortal's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Yang Xingzhou weakly, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and then he collapsed to the ground.

is as famous as the Wuxiang Monk, one of the leaders of the White Dao of the Eight Sects Alliance, and the first elder master of the Changbai Sect, the immortal immortal, who is angry in this Xuanmu Temple today.

The thoughtless monk landed not far from Yang Xingzhou, and his face was shocked: "Amitabha, the rain sword technique that turns the waves and clouds?" Donor, who are you? ”

Yang Xingzhou's long sword pointed obliquely at the ground, looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and sighed leisurely: "I can't hide it, I am the waves and clouds!" ”