Ye Huan took Ling Bo to sneak into the Shaolin Temple to find the Library, and remembered that the Yijin Sutra was in the Lenga Sutra of the Pavilion. Now Ye Huan's Ling Bo microstep is no longer what it used to be, and all the martial arts of the Carefree School come from that book "Carefree Divine Wind".

Ling Bo Weibu was also among them, but the Ling Bo Weibu taught by Wu Yazi was far from meeting the minimum requirements of Ling Bo Weibu in the book. According to the book, after Ling Bo micro-step has a small success, it has the effect of shrinking the ground into inches. Of course, it's not so exaggerated, it's estimated that one step is about ten or twenty meters. But despite this, this is already an immortal law, and Ye Huan is finally sure that the one that the ancestor master of the Xiaoyao Sect has encountered is a real immortal cultivator, and has even become an immortal.

It's no wonder why the martial arts of the Xiaoyao faction can make people look ageless, why the Xiaoyao faction is the most powerful sect among the eight divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, it turns out that everything comes from this immortal.

The mysteries of martial arts in the free kamikaze are abnormal, and they can be learned by non-idle people, which is why the ancestors of the past dynasties can only learn one-tenth or twoth. Even if Ye Huan now has a learning ability that is ten times higher than that of ordinary people, the martial arts above the Loose Divine Wind are very difficult to learn, let alone the more esoteric formations inside.

Even if he didn't cultivate to the realm of shrinking the ground into inches recorded in the book, Ye Huan's Ling Bo microstep has also made great progress, and after sneaking into the Shaolin Temple, no one has found Ye Huan's figure at all, and it is still broad daylight.

The library is very easy to find, and the plaque on the door is clear at a glance, but the Lenga Sutra is different, it is a very cumbersome thing to find in this vast sea of books, and it is also necessary to prevent it from being discovered by sweeping monks. As for Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, Ye Huan only regarded them as air. With his Ling Bo micro steps, even if the martial arts of the two of them doubled, they would never want to detect the slightest breath of Ye Huan. And they were also in the Shaolin Temple at this time.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" An old sigh came from not far behind him, "I don't know which scripture the donor wants to find, the old man may be able to help the donor." ”

Ye Huan was taken aback, obviously he didn't find the breath of the person coming, he looked in the direction where the voice came, and saw an old man in a gray patched and shabby monk's robe standing not far away, looking at Ye Huan with his hands together and the old god looking at Ye Huan comfortably.

Who else could this person be if he wasn't a sweeping monk? Ye Huan was not surprised, put down a scripture book in his hand, stepped forward and hugged his fists and said, "The master is polite." ”

"The donor is courteous." The sweeping monk also saluted.

Now that it has been discovered, Ye Huan has no scruples, and said straight to the point: "I heard that the ancestor of Shaolin Temple Bodhidharma handed down a book of refining scriptures, called Yijin Sutra. He has been suffering from a disease on his leg for decades, and only the Yi Jin Jing can cure his leg, so ......"

Ye Huan held up a long voice, of course the sweeping monk was not a fool, he heard Ye Huan's meaning, he folded his hands and recited a Buddha horn: "Amitabha, good and good, the donor has such filial piety and is really touching." However, the Yijin Sutra is the treasure of the town sect of this sect, and it must not be passed on lightly. ”

"This is provincial, master, Zai Xia is not a person who likes to kill, and please ask the master to be gracious, so that Zai Xia can fulfill filial piety." Ye Huan's tone sounded polite, but it contained a strong threatening aura, and it was impossible for the sweeping monk not to hear it.

"Amitabha, the old man also saw that the donor was not a person who liked to kill, but the Yi Jin Sutra should not be passed on lightly, if the donor could defeat the old man, the Yi Jin Jing Lao Ke would give it up."

It seems that he has to fight, Ye Huan is not only not afraid, but extremely excited, to be able to fight such an old monster once, the gain must be great. And don't worry about your life, sweeping monks will not kill.

Ye Huan nodded, looked around, and didn't want to destroy these scriptures because of the fight between the two: "Since that's the case, then ask the master to have a fight with the open space, so as not to damage this scripture pavilion." ”

"Amitabha, thank you for your magnanimity......"

The two came to the open space outside and stood opposite each other, and Ye Huan took out a bamboo stick from the storage space. At the moment when Ye Huan picked up the bamboo stick, the sweeping monk suddenly had a feeling that even if he was holding the bamboo stick, it was like an unsheathed peerless sword, if the sword was unsheathed, it would definitely cause a bloody storm.

But at this time, the young man stood quietly in place, like a sword fairy with fairy wind bones. The sweeping monk started the spirit of twelve, this young man is definitely not simple.

As soon as he stepped into the dry position, Ling Bo began to perform with slight steps, and his elegant and unparalleled body technique seemed to be real and illusory, and it was difficult for ordinary people to find Ye Huan's true location. The sweeping monk had already raised his spirits, and when he saw the subtlety of Ling Bo's microsteps, he couldn't help frowning. Ye Huan stepped on the direction of the Five Elements Bagua at every step, which seemed to be chaotic, but it was very mysterious, as a disciple of Buddhism, he only had a cursory understanding of the gossip, and it was difficult to understand the mystery.

The sweeping monk also used his internal strength to start performing light skills, he knew that if he let Ye Huan get close to him, then even if his strength was profound, he would be cut down by him with a sword. The sweeping monk couldn't tell Ye Huan's position, and the whole person jumped behind him, just like a falcon spreading its wings, and the whole person flew behind him.

At the same time, the sweeping monk used the supreme internal force and slapped it in the direction of Ye Huan. This move is really good, it seems to be a simple ordinary palm, but it is like a turbulent wave that overwhelmingly surged towards Ye Huan.

Ye Huan's eyes shimmered, the bamboo stick in his hand was like a peerless sword, there was not a trace of sword qi on his body, and the sweeping monk did not dare to underestimate it at all. Because he found that this person had reached the realm of the sword god, where everything in the world could be a sword.

When the palm wind hit, Ye Huan frowned slightly, the seemingly strong palm actually implied softness, even if he was slapped while standing, not only would he not die, but he would not even be seriously injured.

However, it will be pushed out of the Shaolin Temple!

Ye Huan had to secretly admire the sweeping monk, not only did he not kill the person who came to ask for the Yijin Sutra, but he didn't even want to hurt him, he just wanted to beat him out of the Shaolin Temple. If he really received such a palm, ordinary people would definitely no longer dare to pay attention to Yi Jinjing because they were afraid of the strength of the sweeping monk.

But who is Ye Huan? Not only did he not have the slightest fear, but the sword intent in his eyes surged, holding a slender bamboo stick, and the space in front of him simulated a gossip diagram in Ye Huan's mind. The slender bamboo stick stabbed into the position, and at the same time as it stabbed into the position, the bamboo stick slashed towards the Gen position.

The departure is the Jingmen, which is the Zhongping Gate of the Eight Gates, and the Gen Position is the Shengmen, one of the three living gates of the Eight Gates. This sword easily dissolved the power of the sweeping monk's palm, and he stepped on the Gen position again, dodging the residual strength of this palm.

Ye Huan changed his steps, stepping on the Xun's body as fast as the wind, and in just one moment, Ye Huan came to the front of the sweeping monk, and stabbed the sweeping monk's throat with a sword. No, Ye Huan came to the sweeping monk and grabbed the golden recommendation tickets in the sweeping monk's hand.