Shaolin Temple.

Wu Changqing looked at Wang Anfeng, who was lying on the ground, covered in blood, and the Dao silver needle burst out, almost tearing the entire heaven and earth into silent fragments, and landed steadily on the big acupoints around Wang Anfeng's body.

The world's first miracle doctor, twenty-one years later, once again went all out.

"Luo Yu, go get the medicinal herbs!"

The words have not fallen, Hong Luoyu has already raised his head, behind him appeared Dapeng spread his wings, swaying a thousand miles of vision, suddenly there has been a trip back and forth, the wind between heaven and earth will block the surrounding dirt, pure to the extreme wind will be the young man gently wrapped.

Wang Anfeng's breath that was on the verge of extinguishing gradually calmed down.

The green-shirted scribe slowly leaned over and raised his hand to wipe aside the blood-stained black hair on Wang Anfeng's cheeks.

The boy seemed to sense something, and his eyes opened.

It was still gloomy, and he smiled:

'I'm sorry......'

"Sir."

"I'm embarrassing you again, right?"

The scribe's palms stiffened.

…………………………………………

Outside.

The raging air wave gradually subsided.

Cloudless.

Martial artists below the third rank, including 'Sai Yan Luo', coughed up a mouthful of blood directly under the impact of this most direct and simple internal force, and lay on the ground, seeing that his breath was rapidly wilting. The internal force of Buddhism is masculine and upright, and after cultivating to the realm of the highest three grades, it is even more intolerant of filth.

These people in front of them were hit by the internal force of Buddhism, and all their internal organs were ruptured, coughing up blood and falling to the ground, and they fell to death.

Only the fire refining guard Changkong, even though he was seriously injured, he was supported on the ground with the long knife in his hand and never died.

His face was pale but unruly, and he wanted to say something, but he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Although he is in the evil sect, he is just and abnormal by nature, and all the killings by his subordinates are only grievances between the rivers and lakes, and they have never contaminated the lives of innocent people.

Among nearly 100 people, only this one person has not yet died.

The first move.

And before that, the upper third-grade master from the Four Elephant Pavilion had suddenly retreated, and at this time, every part of his body was trembling and telling him to let him run, run, and run away frantically.

The old man's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Not an opponent!

Not an opponent at all!

This is the kind of peerless powerhouse who has stepped on the pinnacle even among the top three grades!

The invisible and heavy repression continues.

At this moment, he seemed to see the crazy fist of the tiger like a tiger in the Forgotten Immortal County again, and saw Liu Wuqiu, who had lost everything, but only had a martial arts heart that was becoming more and more hardened, and his heart was trembling madly.

After facing a grandmaster-level boxing master once, Yuan Ci who appeared again, and the scene of killing dozens of martial artists around him in an instant almost instantly shattered the resistance in his heart.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The footsteps are only two steps in the void, and he has already run forward I don't know how far, if it is in terms of ordinary people's eyesight, it is impossible to see it at all, a little on tiptoe, the body is differentiated, and the shape of the body is changed to dozens or hundreds, and he runs in different directions.

Behind him, the gray-robed monk did not chase after him, his eyes narrowed.

Raise your right hand and slowly retract it at your waist.

The body fell down and tied into a horse step.

The breathing slowly calmed down, allowing the master of the upper three grades to escape, the Buddhist mind method, requiring the state of mind to be like the sky, but at this time, he was rarely pure at all.

The child in a cloth robe knelt down in front of him, looking respectful.

"A teacher for one day, a father for life."

"There is only one father, and the master is not something that can be worshiped casually."

The young man in the blue shirt lay down in a pool of blood, his eyes were glazed, and there was no good place on his body.

But he was still laughing.

Sorry...... Master.

Disciples can no longer be filial to the past.

The monk's right hand clenched slowly.

The surrounding heaven and earth froze in an instant, and behind him, the heaven and earth froze, and the huge momentum converged towards the right fist blade, constantly solidifying, this punch is this realm, and the surging fist momentum is integrated into the heaven and earth.

This heaven and earth is this fist.

His eyes snapped open, and the scorching light of fire burned fiercely in the monk's eyes.

A punch slammed out.

Energetic as a dragon.

Between heaven and earth, the fierce and invincible fist instantly broke through the barrier of space and smashed directly on the waist and abdomen of the old man in the green robe, the latter was pale, and the masculine power to the extreme instantly smashed all the power in his body to pieces, and stopped in place at the time, unable to move again.

Yuan Ci stepped out, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the old man in the green robe.

Being in the air, the internal force resonates behind him, outlining the heavens and the earth, an illusory figure emerges, with seven buns on the top, braided hair hanging down on the left shoulder, the left eye is thinly closed, the lower teeth bite the upper lip, and now he is angry, carrying fierce fire, holding a sharp sword in his right hand and a rope in his left hand, making a gesture of breaking trouble.

This is the Ming King......

Wrathful King!

Yuan Ci's right hand was raised, and the internal force in his body surged.

"Greed, hatred, infatuation, love, and evil, the five poisons are obstacles."

"Idiot, idiot, if you penetrate this last obstacle, you will be able to win the Arhat Fruit."

In his memory, in the face of the harsh criticism of the abbot and the master, the young man raised his hand and whispered:

"The disciple can't understand it."

"Are you incomprehensible, or unwilling to penetrate?!"

"The world is red and dusty, the sea of bitterness is everywhere, the disciples don't want to understand it, the world doesn't need one more Arhat, but it needs a Ming King."

"A disciple would rather die for the rest of his life than a great treasure, and after his body dies, he will fall into reincarnation forever."

"Hold the wrath and purge the demons!"

Yuan Ci and the eyes of the Ming King behind him opened suddenly.

Fists raised.

The third trick,

Great compassion and compassion thousand leaves palm.

Behind him, the phantom of the king and the monk in front of him, at the same time, discharged their palms, fierce and vast, the air flow was bulging, and the palm strength that was not half of the mercy was like a long river, only in an instant, the old man in the green robe was included, and in the void, there was a divine weapon spirit rhyme displayed, and a palm poked out, as if intending to pull the old man into it.

Yuan Ci shook his hand and smashed it out, and it smashed firmly on the palm, the two sides were stalemate for a moment, and the spiritual rhyme of the divine soldier disappeared in an instant, and it was directly smashed to pieces by Yuan Ci.

The vitality in the eyes of the old man in the green robe instantly turned gray.

After an instant, the palm shadow had dissipated, and the monk closed his eyes, raised one hand, and said peacefully:

"Amitabha."

The voice fell, and the top three masters of the Four Elephant Pavilion were already enough to dominate the world, and the peak masters of the martial arts who were happy to take revenge and revenge directly shattered their bodies, turned into powder, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Within three moves.

All those who should be killed have been killed.

But with a gesture!

And the monk's face was still calm, and because of this calmness, it was even more terrifying.

Yuan Ci's eyes were peaceful, and on the palm of his raised right hand, the power-carrying machine had begun to crumble, and at this time he should have returned to the Shaolin Temple, but he didn't, just slowly stepped into the void and returned to the top of the valley in the Medicine Valley.

Wei Changkong held a long knife in his hand, standing on the spot, his body was dripping with blood, and he said hoarsely:

"Why don't you kill me?!"

Yuan Ci's eyes were peaceful, and he didn't look at it, and said indifferently:

"You will not die."

"Feng'er, I never thought you deserved to die."

Wei Changkong was slightly stunned, recalling what the young man said, the people he wanted to kill were only Danfeng Valley, Sixiang Pavilion, and Medicine Master Valley, but he never mentioned his fire refining sect, his hand tightened his long knife, and his heart was shocked for a while, and he suddenly laughed wildly, and said:

"Hahahaha, I'm the head of the evil sect, a mere chivalrous, and I even said that I don't deserve to die?!"

Yan Ba held a long knife and ran towards Yuan Ci, but at this moment, he was slapped on his forehead by Yuan Ci's palm, swept with energy, and surged backwards, Wei Changkong's body suddenly stiffened, and his hair was scattered.

The earth behind him was instantly annihilated, and the wind was blowing, as if it could engulf everything.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that Wei Changkong's heart began to beat again, but Fang Cai's desire to die was no longer there, he boasted of being brave, but at this time, he only felt that his legs and feet were weak, and as soon as his palm loosened, the knife fell to the ground, roaring.

Yuan Ci recited the Buddha's name and said peacefully:

"The difference between sects does not determine whether you are evil or not."

"The poor monk won't kill you this time."

"Let's go."

Wei Changkong staggered back two steps, looked at the monk, he came with great interest, but he was spared like a lost dog, thinking of this, he laughed out loud, his eyes were tearful with laughter, he coughed with laughter, and suddenly roared angrily and staggered out.

Even if he is seriously injured, he can still take off in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he no longer knows where to go.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

It's a long way from here.

The Taoist priest who had appeared in Qingfeng Xie before, forcing a master of the rivers and lakes to beg for death at the birthday banquet, and a man named Ah Xiao, were in a hurry, they were originally going to come here to watch a good show, but they never thought that this chess game had too many variables, and it actually involved two Upper and Third Grade Grandmasters.

Fu ran again for an unknown amount of time, and the emaciated Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Laugh, look, it looks like we should be able to relax......"

"There's probably no way that weird man is here."

Ah Xiao glanced at him and said succinctly:

"He can't detect our ......"

The Taoist priest was slightly stunned, then raised his hand again and patted his forehead, and stomped his feet angrily and said:

"Ahh

"We have a bronze mirror on us, even if it is a third-grade grandmaster, they can't find ours!"

In his words, he was quite annoyed, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"However, I didn't expect that kid to have such a big background, tsk, grandmaster disciple."

"This needs to be passed back to the organization."

"It seems that that Buddha bead is also useful, and the next time I encounter it, let's see if I can get it."

Ah Xiao frowned and said:

"You can't grab it."

The Taoist priest laughed out loud and said, "Rob? ”

"I think that kid will probably send it to me, chivalrous, catch a little ghost and let him take that thing to change, do you guess he will change it?"

"One can't do two, it's a big deal to slaughter the village."

"He'll always change."

Ah Xiao frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Because he thinks so too.

Gentlemen, chivalrous men, but anyone who adheres to principles, no matter how powerful, can easily be killed.

Because they have principles.

That's the weakness.

At this moment, the sound of quiet footsteps suddenly came from ahead.

The expressions of the two changed drastically.

The gray-robed monk stepped out slowly.

The light of his eyes fell on the Taoist priest and Ah Xiao's body, and in his eyes, the evil thoughts on these two people far exceeded that of Wei Changkong.

Yuan Ci raised his eyes, his face was calm and indifferent, as if he had just killed someone.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

…………………………………………

Yakushi Tanaka.

Because the clouds and smoke that originally stretched and lingered for thousands of miles have completely disappeared, and the scenes that were originally hidden in the clouds and mist have also reappeared, revealing between heaven and earth, and the corpses and bones are lying in them.

On his body, there is a hidden medicinal fragrance, all of which died after the medicine master Gu Lian became a medicine man, and in order to facilitate the treatment, he was directly thrown into the endless clouds and mist, and in the past, he was covered by one of the eight views of this Fufeng, and no one even noticed it.

The prosperous world is peaceful, and under the beautiful scenery of the jade void, it is such a bone-covered tragedy.

Yuanci walked slowly on this mountain road.

The scribe's indifferent voice came from his ears:

"Come back quickly, this machine can't hold on for long."

"If you don't come back before this mechanism shatters, you'll damage your foundation."

Yuan Ci just recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, folded his hands, and walked through this 'hell', the Buddhist cultivation of the upper three grades circulated in the body, and the resentment on the body of those corpses seemed to dissipate faintly, and behind the monks, pure Buddha lotuses bloomed.

In vain, the internal force was used, and cracks appeared on the monk's body.

But his expression is still peaceful.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, Yuan Ci sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, and the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth were recited endlessly.

The cold aura in this Medicine Master Valley gradually dissipated.

The face of the monk who killed people without blinking, and whose methods were extremely ruthless and direct, was full of compassion.

Recited the mantra several times in a row, wishing those who died in vain a blissful life, Yuan Ci opened his eyes, slowly got up, looked at this mountain full of bones, I don't know how many people were buried, exhaled a deep breath, raised his right hand, suddenly turned into a fist, and smashed heavily on this peak.

Bang bang.

The entire dead mountain suddenly shook violently.

Yuan Ci took a deep breath, took half a step back, and threw another punch, smashing on the root of the mountain.

The more the mountain tops swayed, the more the earth rose up.

In the Shaolin Temple, the eyes of the green-shirted scribe widened slightly, and he 'watched' the monk outside punching again, and he could hear the monk's recitation, his expression changed, and he whispered:

"Is this ......?!"

With another punch, the mountain trembled.

On the top of the mountain, all kinds of creatures fled in confusion, Yuan Ci did not make a move, and waited until those who would be affected disappeared before he withdrew his right fist, and smashed out again with a punch, which should have created a broken body, but for some reason, it was still tenacious.

After another punch, the mountain was three meters above the ground.

It fell with a bang and was held in the palm of his hand by Yuan Ci.

In the Shaolin Temple, the scribe's complexion had completely changed, and he stood up suddenly.

The thief Hong Luoyu, who had been locked up in Shaolin by Yuan Ci, muttered blankly:

"Circumferential around the mountain, for the four directions. The people of Manchu are full of gods, like big eyes, one by one, filling the three thousand worlds, not as good as the power of the gods hundreds, thousands of times, ten thousand times, hundreds of millions of times, huge billions of times, incomparable, incomparable. It is for the sake of the gods. ”

"Mother, Xipi! Niang Xipi! Niang Xipi! ”

The thief's face was full of shock, and at this time, Wu Changqing took Wang Anfeng to the quiet room for medical treatment, otherwise he would definitely kill the screaming thief, but at this time, the latter was able to express his shock in this way, looked at the scribe next to him, and said:

"This, this fucking Buddha of the Sanzang Zhu Dharma Protector said that the Lux moves the mountain Sutra......"

"Among the Shaolin masters, is there anything that relies on this Buddhist principle?"

The scribe shook his head slowly, his expression ugly:

"Not before."

"Now...... Pregnant. ”

…………………………………………

Fufeng County, outside a small village.

A man in a strong suit sat next to the tea shop, leading his horse, and on the table next to him was a knife with a wide and sharp edge.

Great Qin War Knife.

His face was thin, but his eyes were bright, which made him look very tired, but also very happy.

He's been chasing a case for a long time.

All the clues point to this village.

The village looked peaceful, and many of the people who could walk were extremely athletic warriors, with swords on their backs and cold faces.

The Sixiang Pavilion branch altar is here, and there are many evil warriors who kill people and wilderness.

He had already made up his mind that he must get the clues of these people, and then go to find some fellow Jianghu to drive this damn evil sect out of Fufeng Jianghu.

While thinking about the plan in his heart, he raised his hand to drink tea.

I drank two pots of herbal tea in a row, ate a pound of grain, got up and patted a tael of silver, picked up a long knife, and planned to enter the village, but I got up suddenly, but I felt dizzy in front of my eyes, and sat down directly on the stool, with a white face.

Xiao Er, who was still very kind, said with a smile:

"Hero, are you okay?"

The young man was shocked, he already knew that he had been plotted, and he reluctantly smiled:

"This little brother, I still have some silver money in my package, if you want it, please take it and ......"

Xiao Er approached with a smile, rummaged through the young man's package very rudely, but reached out and grabbed it from the young man's arms, grabbed some letterheads, looked through them, and said with a smile:

"Yo he, the knight who came to track down the case, unfortunately, the Four Elephant Pavilion is not in our village."

"Our village is the Four Elephant Pavilion!"

The young man's face changed drastically, he wanted to struggle, but he couldn't, and was grabbed by the little two in the chest, so he pulled out a short-handled sharp knife, and looked straight into his heart.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are shaking!

The clouds and mist in the distance were brutally shattered, as if there was a giant beast that only existed in mythology reappeared here, a warrior named Sixiang Pavilion held a blade, looking in that direction, even the little two put down the young warrior and strode out, one of them rose into the air, holding a sharp blade, and sneered:

"Which friend is it?!"

"What, seeing that our altar master is not here, I can't come here to find something?"

The clouds open and the fog disperses.

The murderous intent on the face of this martial artist, who was already a master of the rivers and lakes, was directly frozen, and on his face, only sluggishness remained.

A huge mountain as high as hundreds of zhang, rising to the sky, under the giant peak, an equally tall Ming Wang virtual statue carrying the mountain range on his shoulder, striding forward, majestic, such as the punishment of the sky.

The gray-robed monk looked at the village ahead.

He has his heart, since the old man in the green robe, he has known a lot of things, the relationship between the Four Elephant Pavilion, and the Medicine Valley, the Medicine Valley is a subordinate of the Four Elephant Pavilion, the Medicine Master Valley uses people to test medicine, refining people as pills, I don't know how many lives have been harmed.

This life, this corpse, and this sentient being are all on the lonely peak of this medicine man's valley!

Then, this sin will be eaten by the Four Elephant Pavilion one by one!

"How can the master purify all sentient beings?!"

"Kill the evil and save the good, use me as a raft, and spend the sea of suffering!"

"What a spirit!"

"But since the world is a sea of suffering, and the people of the world are exhausted, why not persuade them to turn back?"

"In the sea of suffering, there is no shore to turn back."

"Good compassion, good courage!"

"If the master can do this, he should live up to the name of the law as mercy, and as the wrathful king, walk the world!"

Yuan Ci opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Poor monk Yuanci."

Hands clasped together suddenly.

"Today, I have come to surpass all the benefactors!"

Behind him, the virtual image of King Ming suddenly shouted angrily, and the giant peak where many souls were buried in his hand was reversed, and he fell down heavily towards the place where the branch altar of the Four Elephant Pavilion was located, and in the midst of the explosion, the peak of the inner valley of the Medicine King Valley had fallen heavily here, and after a breath of silence, the violent waves swept across the four directions.

The young man waited for many hours, the sky was dark and bright, and he barely dissipated the medicinal power, and when he came out of the door, he saw the huge mountain range, which was located on the original altar of the Sixiang Pavilion, and even the little second had already fallen to the side because of the horror.

But he was not hurt in the slightest, his steps were weak, and he sat down directly on the ground, dazed for a long time, and suddenly cried loudly.

Four elephant altars.

And so it was destroyed.

…………………………………………

Three days later, Fufeng City.

A tall man walked out of the gate with a young man, dressed in gray and with a calm face, but without hair, while the young man was shrouded in a cloak, and the smell of medicine emanated from his body, which attracted the attention of others, and although he was straight, he walked very slowly.

Stepping out of the city gate, the man looked sideways at the young man next to him, and said gently:

"You can stay in Fufu's ......"

"Are you really leaving?"

The young man bowed slightly, and did not look at this majestic city that left many memories, and said quietly:

"Hmm."

"I'll be back."

"Next time, I won't be a burden again."

Raising his eyes slightly, under the crystal sunlight of the early morning, the young man's black eyes were still clear, but they were as tough and quiet as a hundred refined steel.

Turn around and leave.

In the palace of learning.

Xue Qinshuang suddenly opened her eyes.

The black hair that fell from the girl's temples was only left on one side at this time, and the other side, as if cut off by a sharp blade, at this time, she seemed to feel a little, raised her eyes to look in the direction of one side, frowned slightly, pushed the door out, but saw a letter on the ground.

Unfolded it, her eyes swept over the words on it, and the girl's eyes opened slightly, and she suddenly burst out laughing.

Although he was smiling, there seemed to be a hidden light in the corners of his eyes.

Although there are tear stains, they are happy enough.

Gripping the letter tightly with her right hand, the corners of the girl's mouth lifted and she softly pronounced the name for the first time.

"Anfeng ......"

(End of volume)

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