"Master."

When Abbot Wunian saw Zhou Zheng coming from the sword, he immediately took a few steps forward and bowed respectfully.

The previous appearance of a high-ranking monk disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Zheng snorted lightly, his eyes glanced around, and finally fell on the blood slave.

"After devouring so many Monk Lin, his strength has really increased a lot, which is equivalent to the effect of half a Tianxuan Dao person."

In the end, Tianxuan Dao people are the ones who have touched the threshold of the great grandmaster, although these Shaolin monks in front of them have some strength, none of them have set foot in the realm of the grandmaster, and at most they are only at the level of the first-class peak.

With the accumulation of numbers, it can also increase some strength.

It's just that it's not enough to break through and completely manifest the blood demon.

Therefore, Zhou Zheng turned his eyes to look at Wu Nian and said, "Wu Chen." ”

Although his purpose this time was clear, he was also quite concerned about Wuchen, a great tonic that improved blood slaves.

The other party is the same era as the Tianxuan Dao people, and he is also the number one master in the world's rivers and lakes, where can I find a better one than this.

"Dharma cave retreat, generally he just asks the world, unless Shaolin is in danger of destruction, he will come out of the cave to rescue."

Wu Nian's answer, Zhou Zheng expected it and asked again.

"But there is a forbidden air dispersion."

"The old man has incorporated it into his daily diet and water supply, and everything is going on as usual, with no accidents."

The meaning of non-thinking is that there is no dust and has never been aware of it, and it has already caught the path of forbidden qi dispersion.

In this regard, Zhou Zheng nodded.

"Very well, so that you can save a lot of effort to take it down."

In essence, Zhou Zheng's methods are bound to be looked down upon by people in the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes, and he is laughed at for his indiscriminate methods.

But what kind of person is Zhou Zheng, he has always been unscrupulous in order to chase the avenue, and it is essential to collect resources to improve his strength during the period, so that no matter what the eyes of the world are, the so-called evil demon is not regarded in this way.

As long as he can become the one who has the last laugh, he is the winner, and all the shameful and insulting, evil words and curses, as long as he can't end his life, are all in the past.

"Lead the way, finish the dust-free matter as soon as possible, and I can carry out the following plan."

Wu Nian bowed, with a slight look of trepidation in his expression, and led Zhou Zheng.

The blood slave followed closely behind Zhou Zheng, and when they walked far away and disappeared into the monastery hidden in the mountains and forests, a bell sound fluttered again, like layers of waves ups and downs, and those zombies who were frozen and motionless began to move again......

……

In the back mountain of Shaolin, there is a Dharma cave.

It is rumored that this is the place of enlightenment and enlightenment of the patriarch of the Shaolin school, Bodhidharma.

On the three stone walls of the cave, there are martial arts miracles left by Bodhidharma, and each one is a peerless martial art that the outside world dreams of.

Even a big rock in the center has a miraculous use that outsiders can't say, and Bodhidharma sat on the rock to achieve enlightenment at the beginning, and finally attained the Tao.

At this moment, a white-eyed old monk in jujube yellow monk clothes is also sitting on the rock, and the whole person seems to be in a fixed place, maintaining a rather strange state of vitality.

Dust cannot fall, and the breeze cannot be scattered. When snakes, insects, rats and ants heard the breath, they turned their heads to avoid it, not daring to approach it at all.

Suddenly, a subtle sound of footsteps entered the cave, and the ears of the white-eyed old monk twitched a few times, and then returned to their original state, still maintaining their current state.

"Senior brother, the old man has come to see you."

Before the person arrives, the sound comes first. Clear to the ear, still in front of you.

"Senior brother!"

The voice changed suddenly, and the white-eyed old monk could no longer maintain his state after all, and opened his eyes, which were a pair of attentive and deep eyes.

"Senior brother, why did you bring two outsiders to the back mountain."

First of all, the white-eyed old monk did not say anything to blame, and asked in a gentle tone.

It turned out that he was the Shaolin dustless master who is known as the first martial arts in the world today.

Shaolin Houshan is a forbidden place, except for Shaolin people, if others want to set foot is not simple, they have to get the consent of the abbot. Here are some important secrets of Shaolin that no one knows.

And before I saw anyone, I heard the number of people who were coming.

"I have admired Master Wuchen for a long time, Wu Tianxuandao's last words, let Zhou wait for him to come to Shaolin."

The domineering and ruthless voice poured into the cave like a cold wind, and when he heard it, his white eyebrows trembled, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

"What the donor said, the old man is unknown. In the Bodhidharma Cave, outsiders are not allowed to set foot in it, and the donor is asked to stop. ”

A dust-free sentence, like a warm sun, dissolves the cold wind poured into the cave, penetrates everywhere, and clearly reveals the outside of the cave.

"Let Zhou stop, I don't know if Master Wuchen has this ability. It just so happened that Zhou wanted to see the peerless martial arts of Master Wuchen, and by the way, he asked for something. ”

Wuchen was not angry because of these words, but got up calmly and said softly: "Why should the donor not listen to the dissuasion and ask for his own hardship." Senior brother, let's take them away. ”

"Alas, it seems that the Dustless Master has not been aware of the world for a long time. Anyway, blood slave, you can ask this dustless master for his life. ”

"Amitabha! If the donor is obsessed, don't blame the old man. ”

Wuchen lowered his eyebrows, the two long white eyebrows fell in parallel, the expression of the old dragon bell changed slightly, and his hands were folded.

A red shadow escaped, the speed was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Wuchen's body, and a blow was struck, moving like wind and thunder, like a thunderbolt.

Such an offensive made Wuchen instantly startled, and the two drooping white eyebrows opened with their eyes, and under the infusion of the true qi procession, it was like two divine whips thrown out, one entangled and one stabbed, one defended and one attacked, facing the domineering and brave attack of the blood slave.

A sigh came, and then the blood slave struck a blow, and suddenly a flame-like blood-colored aura surged, shaking the entangled white-eyed divine whip out at once. And under the contamination of the blood-colored breath, it quickly crossed a layer of blood, and instantly blackened and turned to ash.

Wuchen couldn't believe this kind of change, he knew how strong the white eyebrows were infused with his true qi, he could pass the flames for a short time without burning, and now he was actually eroded by the blood-colored aura in an instant!

As for the other one, it was held by the blood slave with one hand, and his face was smirking, and the blood-colored aura spread again, like a fire snake rushing out and heading straight for Wuchen's face.

Along the way, the white eyebrows turned into ashes again, and Wuchen became an old monk without eyebrows, but he didn't have time to care about this matter at all, and was busy dealing with the attack of the blood-colored aura as flexible as the fire snake.

One after another, he dodged with the best light skills, but found that he couldn't get rid of it, and the blood-colored aura followed him like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and then when he was about to explode in his face, he was struck by Wuchen's hand and scattered in one fell swoop.

But at this moment, Wuchen's face changed.

Outside the cave, Zhou Zheng held a flying sword and stepped in slowly, following Wu Nian by his side.

"It's a seizure, it looks like the winner is decided."

Just took his eyes off, but saw the blood slave rushing forward, like a flame demon, attacking with all means, intending to take down the other party with the momentum of thunder.

After a few moves, Wuchen was beaten to the point of vomiting blood. When it came time to set the victory and defeat, there was an accident.

The Buddha's light flashed, and the strong and pure momentum hit the Quartet, shaking the blood slaves out of the air, looking up and down all over his body, as if he had changed a person.

Zhou Zheng's eyebrows moved, but Wu Nian on his side sighed with emotion.

"Bodhidharma Golden Body."