There are also skills in grabbing the tongue, a little monk like this is the most unkeeping, Xia Yu knocked him out with a flick of his fingers and hung it on the rain trough on the roof. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

With Xia Yu's strength, this little monk is afraid that he will sleep until tomorrow morning.

A light body, Xia Yu once again went to the top of another hall, and after a few ups and downs, the figure merged with the night.

"Is it the third room from the right in the northwest corner of the temple?" Xia Yu stopped, because the plaque in the courtyard in front of him was written with the words "Bodhi Temple".

The sound was quiet, no one, Xia Yu walked straight to the backyard, passed through the front hall of the Bodhi Courtyard, and ran into the apse obliquely. In the empty courtyard, there was only the glimmer of candle flames.

Also, if the temple was not invaded, how could there be a monk sent here, he walked out generously, and according to the method recorded in the note, Xia Yu lifted the four words "a dream is like this" in the sutra on the bronze mirror.

His fingers did not leave the mirror, only the sound of rolling could be heard, and the bronze mirror had slowly turned up. The hand reached directly behind the bronze mirror, and when he withdrew his hand, he also got a small package, which was the Yijin Sutra!

Receiving it directly into the space, Xia Yu was about to leave here, but he had just walked to the front yard, and he couldn't step out again, and there was a figure standing in the middle of the courtyard that was neither short nor tall, and the moonlight sprinkled on the top of the figure's head, reflecting into Xia Yu's eyes, which was extremely dazzling.

"Sweeping monk" is the first word that appears in Xia Yu's mind. Although he had a certain amount of psychological preparation, Xia Yu still felt a little painful.

Why did the sweeping monk not catch Qiao Feng and Ah Zhu and target him, could it be that it was the taunting effect carried by the traverser himself?

Xia Yu didn't speak, but the sweeping monk spoke.

"Amitabha, this donor, this sutra is the "Yijin Sutra" written by the ancestor of Bodhidharma in Sanskrit, and the requirements for practice are extremely high, otherwise even if the practice is translated, it will go crazy."

The sweeping monk is kind-hearted, even if Xia Yu came to steal the scriptures, but he still puts Xia Yu's safety first. But Xia Yu is not ready to receive this love.

"I know, but I still want this scripture."

"In this way, the poor monk can only force the scriptures to remain." The voice is not high, but there is a feeling that one cannot question.

can't beat it, Xia Yu knows his current level very well, but how big this gap is still needs to be seen, but I am afraid that I can't make three moves with the kung fu of this half a year's cultivation, so I can't see anything, it seems that I can only "bully" the sweeping monk.

Xia Yu pulled out a short rod from his sleeve, only the length of his arm, and the dark rod body did not reflect a trace of light in the moonlight, but if a modern person was here, he would definitely be able to see that Xia Yu's hand was made of rubber.

The middle to the front is made of titanium.

In the past half a year, Xia Yu has only learned how to use a sword, and at this moment, the stick and the sword envoy directly slashed towards the sweeping monk.

"Bang~~~"

The sweeping monk didn't make a palm, but just raised his arm slightly and directly supported the middle of the short stick, the sound of the bone and titanium alloy sounded painful, but Xia Yu felt as if he had hit a stone, and the powerful force rebounded directly and almost broke his tiger's mouth.

In the next second, the sweeping monk directly took out his palm, this palm was a terrifying blow that could directly kill Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, Xia Yu had long been extremely vigilant, and all his strength launched Ling Bo micro-step, three steps behind, and swayed half of his body to avoid this palm.

"Martial Arts of the Loose School?" The sweeping monk was really well-informed, and he directly saw Xia Yu's roots.

Xia Yu didn't reply, not because he didn't want to speak, but he didn't even have the skills to speak.

It's really powerful, but the sweeping monk doesn't want to kill himself, he should want to catch himself and "educate" well!

So, there's still a chance. With a slam back of his right hand, the short stick that was still on the sweeper's arm at the moment was pulled back three inches, and stabbed diagonally downward towards the sweeper's ribs.

"Poof~~" A meat palm directly blocked the way of the short stick, and the right palm that the sweeping monk did not hit retreated in time.

Finally fooled?

The three pairs of sharp metal heads at the tip of the short stick instantly burst into a dazzling blue light, like thunder falling from the sky. At the same time, it was accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound like the chirping of a thousand birds.

How long did this moment last? Three seconds or five seconds? Xia Yu didn't know that after the conductive head exploded directly because the output power was too large, Xia Yu was also ready.

The short stick was thrown down directly, and Xia Yu's two hands were on the arm of the sweeping monk who had just disappeared.

Northern Shengong, break it for me. Xia Yu exhausted his last bit of strength to urge the Northern Spiritual Skill.

"Boom~~"

The air at the junction of the two people's bodies was directly distorted, and the majestic power of the sea continued to merge from this temporarily opened passage into Xia Yu's hand, Taiyin, Lung Meridian and Ren Vein.

Take a point, store a point, do not leak endlessly, accumulate more and more, the huge immersion of the North Stygian Pool, can float thousands of miles of Kun.

In just a few tens of seconds, Xia Yu felt the fullness of the acupoints in his chest and abdomen.

Xia Yu didn't hesitate at all, he directly disconnected the airway at Shaoshang's acupoint, stomped his foot on the ground, flew onto the roof, and ran wildly in the direction of the back mountain.

Every step just now Xia Yu has gone through repeated thinking before he has come to the present. If you make the wrong move, you're really losing everything.

Although he is uncomfortable now, Xia Yu feels extremely excited in his heart.

No one would have thought that the Northern Shengong would be used on the sweeping monk for the first time, you must know that he is comparable to the top existence of Xiaoyaozi, the founder of the Xiaoyao faction!

At the beginning of the general outline of the Northern Shengong, it was written: "If the enemy's internal strength is better than me, absorbing people's internal strength, it is very dangerous." But Xia Yu still did it, "Horses have no night grass and no fertilizer, and people have no windfall and no wealth." Although this sentence is not too appropriate, it can also explain Xia Yu's boldness.

Since the other party's internal force is deep, let him be paralyzed until he can't control his internal force, Xia Yu's short stick is nothing else, but the military electric baton bought by Old Bob, the 300,000-volt electric shock baton bursts out with more powerful lethality after the second modification, although the price is the scrapping of the entire electric baton, but it can make such a powerful existence as a sweeping monk temporarily lose the ability to act, I have to say that this thousand dollars is not in vain.

Walking to the third film and television world, Xia Yu can feel his own growth, walking between reality and illusion, isn't it just facing countless dangers, in this case, don't have any worries. Be bold, believe in your own strength, and trust your own judgment.

Looking back at the Bodhi Temple, the sweeping monk who had been sitting on the ground for dozens of minutes finally stood up again, looked at his right hand that was blackened by electric scorching, and the sweeping monk shook his head.

"Amitabha."

No one thought that he would be placed in the hands of such a junior today, just between those few breaths, the ten years of pure internal force in his body was sucked away, and he didn't know what kind of secret weapon he used, the power was so domineering that the speed was so fast that he couldn't react, and the true qi of the body protection was directly torn, and the damage directly acted on the body, and the pain pierced the soul.

Looking at the darkness in the distance, the thoughts of the sweeping monk drifted far away, this river and lake are afraid that they will be chaotic again, and I don't know what kind of position Shaolin Temple will be in in this stormy situation.