The magic fist Zhou Si is in danger of reappearing in the rivers and lakes!

As Wang Cheng and Li Yong searched around the land of Sanqin for people who had practiced Moronne, Lu Heng, who had not deliberately concealed his whereabouts, once again became the center of the entire martial arts storm.

For a time, there was a turmoil in the rivers and lakes, and there was an uproar.

The first to react were the "Demon Punishment Conference" and "Reverse Week Conference" in the land of Sanqin and even in various parts of the Central Plains. Overnight, these alliances and organizations suddenly disappeared, and the martial arts seniors who organized the conference closed their doors one after another, or said that they couldn't afford to be sick.

The young heroes have nowhere to vent their hearts to uphold justice, and they all lament that the world is declining.

Regarding the Demon Fist's initiative to correct the exercises for those victims of the "Moroni Gong" and eliminate hidden dangers, the world's reactions are mixed.

Most people say that Demon Fist is a self-conscious sin, and after waking up, he decided to make up for his mistakes. But there are also a significant number of people who suspect that he has a larger conspiracy.

Those who have practiced Morone's skills also have different attitudes, some are excited to rush to Chang'an, some are cold-eyed and wait for the development of the situation, and some scoff at this, thinking that the Demon Fist is not at all good.

In fact, by now, Lu Heng's purpose has nowhere to hide in the eyes of the Ming people, but the conspiracy has become an upright conspiracy, and many people hope that Lu Heng will be able to deduce the exercises successfully. Even those who oppose it will never make this matter public.

Because once they did this, it was to affirm the fact that Lu Heng was indeed sparing no effort to deduce the correct exercises, which was equivalent to building momentum for Lu Heng.

Capital.

Dongchang Imperial Prison.

Cao Feng, the new superintendent of Dongchang, watched with a gloomy face as a death row prisoner rolled on the ground and howled, scratching his body to a blur of flesh and blood, but he still didn't stop.

On his side, a stall leader reported to him in fear: "Duke, your improved third version of the Morone Inner Skill, a total of nine people have cultivated, and in the past month, we have fed these nine people a large number of heavenly and earthly treasures, making them progress extremely fast. But just yesterday, the other eight people died suddenly, and only this one remained, and he was still breathing......"

Brush!

A flash of silver light flashed, and the screams came to an abrupt end, and the condemned prisoner lay in a pool of blood.

The head of the stall kept his eyes open, and he found that Cao Feng had been standing with his hands in his hands, as if he had never taken out a sword, and he was suddenly even more frightened in his heart, and buried his head lower.

"The fourth version, don't try it." Cao Feng's feminine voice sounded, "Our family's Moro secret book is only one of the things that Zhou Siwei took out, and the fallacies in it cannot be verified at all. If you want to get the complete Morone internal strength, you still have to fall on Zhou Siwei. ”

The stall head said cautiously: "This person is moving quite a lot in Chang'an, or we will mobilize a large army......

"Cao Shaoqin's experience is still in front of me, and you asked me to use the same method to deal with him?" Cao Feng's eyes froze suddenly, and he said with a murderous aura.

"Damn it! It's the slave and the maid who are stupid, please punish the governor! The stall head was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and slapped himself in the mouth repeatedly.

"Get up." Cao Feng's face was a little pale, "Zhou Siwei is scheming, and he is the best at taking advantage of the situation. If we are to claim the true Morone, we must drive him to a dead end! ”

"Gather people, and in three days, follow me to Tianlong Villa!"

"This time, our family wants to form an alliance with Dongfang Bai, although the world is big, I want to let Zhou Si be in danger, and there is no place to stand!"

In the evening, Cao Feng left the East Factory and quietly came to the headquarters of Blackstone in Beijing.

These days, he is the overseer of Dongchang during the day, but he is the king of the black stone wheel at night. Whether it's black or white, he's on the top.

He also practiced Morone, although he had always boasted of being cautious, but in the face of the deepest desire for Moronene, he still lost his way and fell into the way of Zhou Siwei.

In recent days, every rainy day, he has been itching and unbearable, if it weren't for his profound internal strength and amazing concentration, I am afraid that he would have been as ugly as the previous death row prisoner, wailing and dying.

He desperately needs the real Morone!

So this time, he must be foolproof and capture Zhou Heiwei alive!

In addition to all the people and horses of Dongchang, he also has to mobilize all the forces of Heishi, and then unite the entire martial arts to deal with Zhou Siwei together!

One after another, the black stone was quickly put into operation.

The Wheel King stood silently on the empty altar, feeling extremely empty in his heart.

Actually, I just want to be a man, when will it grow......

Songshan Shaolin.

In the Moro Hall, the senior monks of the Shaolin True Character Generation gathered together and were also discussing the matter of the Demon Fist. Among them, the two bearded eyebrows are white, like a withered old monk sitting in the highest position, they are the two senior monks of the highest Shaolin generation of the word "net" - pure heart, pure line.

The one wearing a golden robe between the two senior monks is Master Zhenxuan, the abbot of Shaolin.

"The magic fist will definitely come to my Shaolin!" Zhenxuan was sure to be authentic, and his face was solemn. "Even if he deduces the real line of practice, but he doesn't know the formula, he can't get the true meaning of internal strength after all. With the mind of the Demon Fist, I must guess that the so-called Moro Neigong is actually the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" that has been lost since my Shaolin ancestor. ”

"When the ancestor Dengxi Tianbliss was born, there was only one and a half internal skills left in martial arts, among which the "Yijin Sutra" was the first of my Shaolin martial arts, and the seventy-two stunts were deduced from this. The other "Washing the Marrow Sutra" is a superior internal skill that starts from the innate beginning, which is more precious than the "Yijin Sutra". It's a pity that the patriarch didn't know why, and only left the mantra, but not the method of luck. ”

"The Sutra of Washing the Marrow is based on the innate five elements of true qi, which can wash away the filth, see the pure emptiness, and study this scripture to enter the wisdom of the Buddha." The voice of the purified old man sounded, "If this Zhou Shi Master can achieve enlightenment after cultivating this scripture, why not give him the scripture?" ”

Jingxing shook his head and said, "Doesn't the junior brother hear that rotten wood can't be carved?" It is also difficult for my Buddha to cross the sentient beings. For those who make waves and fight bravely, the bodhisattva's heart is only in vain, and it is necessary to use vajra means. ”

"What Uncle Shi said is very good!" All the monks said in unison.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" shook his head and chanted the Buddha's horn with a pure heart, no longer speaking.

Abbot Zhenxuan said: "This time the demon fist on Shaolin is a crisis related to the life and death of my Shaolin. The poor monk decided to publish a hero post and call on people of insight in the world to fight against the magic fist! ”

"Obey the abbot's decree!"

Zhenxuan nodded with satisfaction and asked a Mu Ne monk: "Jueyong, is there any discomfort in the "Washing the Pulp Sutra" you have given by practicing the Demon Fist so far?" ”

Jue Yong said respectfully: "Uncle Qiqi Abbot, since the disciple learned this skill, although his internal strength has improved very quickly, he always feels hot and dry, and his five organs are like burning. Fortunately, the silent recitation of the mantra can temporarily subdue the heart ape, and it is suppressed by the Yi Jin Sutra, but in this way, the progress slows down. ”

Zhen Xuan said: "Just make steady progress, Jueyong, although you were defeated by Lu Zhu in the past, it was because of the ancient simplicity and simplicity of the Yijin Sutra you learned, and the focus on a solid foundation." Your martial arts talent is still above Lu Zhu, don't be in a hurry. ”

"Disciples are taught."

Lu Heng reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and the shocks caused by it were naturally not only Dongchang, Heishi and Shaolin, but also Dongfang Bai, the leader of the martial arts alliance, issued the main order of the alliance for the first time, and summoned all the major forces of the martial arts to fight against the Heavenly Demon Qin.

In Shuzhong, Huang Xuemei said to the sick Lu Lin with a firm expression: "Little brother, I have practiced divine skills, and this time I will definitely regain the real Morone internal skills from that despicable villain of Zhou Siwei, and let you recover your martial arts!" ”

In a quiet mountain village in Hebei Province, Drizzle, Lu Zhu and Zhou Xiaoxuan have already mounted their horses and are ready to travel far away.

"Let's go to Shaolin, Brother Zhou will definitely go there!" Drizzle said with a look of fascination.

Zhou Xiaoxuan's face was calm: "When I saw Lord Zhou this time, I cut off all kinds of disturbances in the red dust and devoted myself to cultivating Buddhism." ”

Lu Zhu looked at the distance with compassion on his face.