Seeing that Li Wei's hand was about to touch the clothes of the nameless old monk, the latter stepped on the air with both feet, and the air was like a lake that had been thrown into a stone, bursting into a ripple, and the nameless old monk's body jumped directly up several meters.

"Stepping into the air? How can it still be like this? Li Wei's cognition of the nameless old monk is a few points higher again, but this time, he has absolute confidence in touching the clothes of the nameless old monk.

Li Wei shook his hand and threw out dozens of thin threads, which he entrusted the little monk to bring to him, because these ropes were used to sew and repair damaged clothes, so they were not difficult to find and forbidden.

And Li Wei's magic weapon for winning this time is these seemingly inconspicuous ropes.

In the sunflower divine skill, there are special martial arts, which can pour internal strength into the fine line, and after that, these thin lines are like a spiritual snake, which can resist the enemy according to the wishes of the practitioner, of course, with Li Wei's current level 5 sunflower divine skill, it is almost impossible to win the nameless old monk by relying on this, but if you rely on this rope to delay the action of the unknown old monk, it is not impossible.

This thin line was thrown out by Li Wei like hair, and it was infused with internal strength, almost instantly, it was wrapped around one of the legs of the nameless old monk, and Li Wei pulled the rope with his hand, as if he was going to tear the nameless old monk from the air.

"Little donor, it's really a good means!" The nameless old monk was not in a hurry, and his palm slapped downward, which was also a wave in the air, and this time, it was a strong internal strength that was transmitted.

With a bang, Li Wei felt a powerful energy pressing down from the top of his head, and he hurriedly ran the sunflower magic skill to the extreme, and continued to pull the rope.

At the same time, Li Wei's feet were on the ground a little, and his body was like a heavenly spirit swallow, and he pounced on the nameless old monk.

This time, both sides had no external force to borrow, and the nameless old monk knew it in his heart, but he used his dragon claw hand to suck up a desk on the ground, and it was between himself and Li Wei.

At the same time, the palm of the hand is attached to the desk, driven by internal strength, the wooden table is not much worse than steel at the moment.

"If you can break open this wooden table, you will be able to touch the old man......" The nameless old monk muttered in a voice that he could only hear.

Li Wei naturally didn't know what the nameless old monk thought, at this moment he had no sword in his hand, so he could only exert his internal strength, cast that mysterious fist technique, and suddenly blasted out a punch.

Only a click was heard, and a gap was blasted open in the wooden table that was as hard as iron, and Li Wei's fist touched the clothes of the nameless old monk without exception.

It seemed like a complicated battle, but in fact, it only happened in the blink of an eye, and the two fell from the sky respectively, and as soon as the wooden table hit the ground, it turned into countless debris and scattered all over the ground.

Under the collision of the internal strength of the two masters, not to mention this wooden table, even the real steel will never be much better.

The nameless old monk clasped his hands together, first chanted a Buddha name, and then said: "The little benefactor's talent is rare, just more than a month, and he has comprehended the 'that' artistic conception from the scriptures, yes, yes, you are much stronger than the old man, you must know that you only used it for 40 days, and I used it for a full 40 years......"

"The monk praised me, compared to the monk, just like Haoyue and fireflies, I am not worth mentioning at all, if it weren't for the monk not using all his strength, I would have been cultivating for several years, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to touch your clothes!" Li Wei knew that he had a few catties and a few taels, and with his current strength, against the Grandmaster level, it was absolutely impossible for Wu to win.

"Hehe, defeat is defeat, from now on, the little donor can leave the Shaolin Temple on his own, the monks of my temple will not stop it, and, according to the agreement between you and me before, I should pass you a set of stunts, but you have already understood the nameless boxing method from the scriptures, and it can be regarded as a gain, that stunt, I saved ......"

As soon as the nameless old monk finished speaking, Li Wei was scolded in his heart, but he was not stupid enough to show it on his face, he just said that he had gained a lot, and it was okay not to learn that stunt.

After that, Li Wei walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion without looking back.

He had been eating here for more than a month, and the birds were about to fade out of his mouth. found Duan Yu and Ling Hu Chong in the temple, these two people really lived comfortably in Shaolin Temple as the unknown old monk said, and after more than a month of cultivation, their martial arts have also improved a lot.

Ling Hu Chong, his Huashan swordsmanship has reached level 10, and Dugu Nine Sword also has level 5 fire, Duan Yu's six-vein divine sword, level 6, can already shoot out a very destructive qi sword, against the head level, the two of them also have the power to fight.

However, although they are the same as Li Wei, they have gained a lot in martial arts, but they have quite opinions about the diet of Shaolin Temple, Duan Yu will not say it, Ling Hu Chong, that is no wine and no joy, in the past, he had to drink a pot every time, and now, more than a month of wine has not been touched, he is more eager to go down the mountain than Li Wei.

So, the three of them meandered to refuse the kindness of those bald monks to continue to stay, and hurriedly went down the mountain, until they walked out of the scope of Shaolin Temple, they were relieved, and now they saw the bald heads, and they felt their stomachs churning.

"Brother Li, Brother Linghu and I have decided to go on a journey with you and help you collect the Book of Heaven, so where should we go next?" Duan Yu asked.

"Brother Duan, we naturally have to find a tavern first, have a good drink, eat and drink to our heart's content, and then do things!" Ling Hu Chong looked cynical, carrying his long sword and laughing.

Li Wei thought about it and nodded. The three of them walked towards a small town at the foot of Songshan Mountain, entered the town, and as soon as Ling Hu Chong's nose moved, he pulled the two to a restaurant.

Looking at Ling Hu Chong, who seemed to have a dog's nose, Li Wei and Duan Yu shook their heads, but they could walk out of the Shaolin Temple safely, and their martial arts were soaring, so they should also have a drink to celebrate.

When they entered the restaurant, they were greeted by a warm little two, and the three of them went up to the second floor and found a place by the window to sit down.

"Little Er, give me a jar of daughter red first!" Ling Hu Chong put the long sword on the table and said to Xiao Er.

The little second thought that he was also used to seeing the knights of the rivers and lakes, so he didn't have any panic when he saw the long sword, but he hurriedly retreated to prepare wine and food.

After a few moments, the table was full of food and drink, and the three of them feasted.

The wine glasses were staggered, and the three of them talked happily.

At this moment, Li Wei's ears suddenly moved, his eyes glanced downstairs, and he saw several people wearing the costumes of Songshan Sect disciples walking up from the first floor, and walked straight to his desk with a murderous face.

"Senior brother, you see, I think it's him......" A Songshan sect disciple pointed at Li Wei and whispered to the Songshan disciple beside him.

The one who was called Senior Brother took out a portrait, and after comparing it with Li Wei for a while, he nodded again and again.

"That's right, it's him! All the disciples listen to the order and take the sword! ”

With a burst of shouts, more than a dozen Songshan disciples pulled out the broad-bladed sword representing Songshan from behind, hulala rushed up, and surrounded the table of Li Wei and the others.

Li Wei sighed, and said in his heart, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish this meal smoothly.

In the Songshan realm, there are two sects, one is the Shaolin Temple of Wulin Taishan Beidou, and the other is where the strongest Songshan faction in the Wuyue Sword Sect is located, so here, it is not strange to meet Songshan disciples, but why do they specialize in themselves.

Isn't it because of the incident at Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin handwashing conference?

Sure enough, the Songshan disciple stared at Li Wei and said, "Your Excellency should be the thief who killed Senior Brother Fei Bin, the Great Songyang Commander of my sect a month ago, right?" ”

Li Wei secretly said that this Songshan faction is really ghostly, and he was not afraid of this Songshan faction at the beginning, could it be that after his martial arts are improved, he will be afraid?

With a sneer, Li Wei said lightly: "I'm afraid you have misunderstood...... Fei Bin was indeed killed by me, but I am not a thief! ”

Hearing the previous sentence, the Songshan disciple's face just improved, but when he heard the latter sentence, his face changed greatly: "Maniac, at the foot of my Songshan Mountain, I can't help you thief rampant!" ”

After that, he used the martial arts of the Songshan faction to attack.

Li Wei glanced at Duan Yu and Ling Hu Chong, and saw that the two of them had no intention of making a move, but they understood that these two people wanted to see how much their abilities had grown, so they just smiled slightly, and did not use weapons, but stretched out a finger, and the movement was very fast along the other party's sword blade, and the sword of the Songshan disciple deviated from the direction.

With a plop, because of the loss of the center of gravity, the Songshan disciple fell to the ground one by one, but he scolded, got up from the ground, and attacked again.

"Coming back?" Li Wei was not in a hurry, and used the same means to make this Songshan disciple fall to the ground again.

This time, the other party obviously knew that he himself was no match for the hateful thief in front of him.

"All the disciples obeyed the order, and together with me, they took down the head of this thief and avenged Senior Brother Fei Bin!" If you can't fight alone, then fight in a group, the Songshan disciple sneered in his heart, and secretly thought that there would be more than a dozen swords to cut you in a while, and see if you can still be so easy.

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen swords struck from all directions.

If it was Li Wei more than a month ago, he would definitely get up and fight with them with his sunflower magic skills, maybe he wouldn't be able to tell the winner for a while.

But now, Li Wei, who has been in contact with and learned from the wind and the nameless old monk, has a vision that is by no means comparable to the past, he stretched out his hand and patted the table, and a dark energy was sent, only the bamboo tube where the chopsticks were placed was shaken, Li Wei stretched out his hand, and a chopstick was held in his hand.

"To deal with you, chopsticks are enough!" Li Wei twisted his fingers, and the chopsticks made a sound, which was the sound of infusing internal force.

Li Wei's butt did not leave the chair, and he used this chopstick to block the siege of the dozen or so Songshan disciples, and the other party couldn't even knock down the food on the table, this unbelievable martial art made these Songshan disciples feel timid.

What's even more terrifying is that whenever he comes into contact with the bamboo chopsticks, the Songshan disciple feels that the sword in his hand is so hanging out of his hand, which is the chopsticks, it is simply a steel bar.

Finally, the first disciple's sword was taken off, followed by the second and third, but after a dozen moves, all the Songshan disciples lost the broad-edged sword in their hands and stood there stupidly, staring at each other with big eyes.

The broad-edged sword weighing more than a dozen catties in his hand was shocked by a chopstick?

(To be continued)