"In this way, the essence of the Central Plains martial arts, I'm afraid that it has been completely lost in Zhongnan Mountain, no wonder this way has ......" Zhao Kun stretched out his hand and pressed the hat, thinking secretly in his heart.

Among the dead corpses on the island, there are a lot of disciples of the Star Palace, but they don't account for much, and I heard this person say that no one from the martial arts people who chased and killed the Star Palace came out...... I'm afraid they all died on the island. As for the situation in the Star Palace, it is not easy to say, in case they are willing to give up these hundreds of years of inheritance and make a big picture, or simply evacuate a group of elites in the sect in advance.

Zhao Kun was thinking about it, and there was another change in the hall.

"Fuck you!" For martial arts people, it is the norm to say that they can just shoot, and there are even many people who believe that they can do something like BB.

So a man stood up, shouted and picked up the jar and threw it over.

The sneering man raised his hand and punched the jar to pieces.

The merchants and pedestrians in the hall were all attracted by the loud quarrel between the two, and when they saw the two sides move, they immediately became chaotic.

Several people were stunned by anger for a while, but the man was so good at kung fu that he couldn't take him at all, so he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

The man took out a piece of paper from his bosom and raised it in the air, and said loudly: "I, Liu Zibai, the seventh generation disciple of the Jiuhua Sword Sect, am here on the order of the head of the sect, Uncle Zhou—"

"You are Zhou Zijiang's nephew?" A cold voice in the corner interrupted the man.

"Exactly."

"Very good," as he spoke, Zhao Kun had already changed his face - the situation was unknown, it was more reliable to take a vest out first, after all, he was only one person. "I heard that the Qi Sword Jianghe Zhou Zijiang is the first sword in martial arts, and the Jiuhua Sword Sect is also the first sect in the Southern Tang Dynasty-"

He suddenly exerted force in his hand, took off the hat on his head, and threw it, "Let someone Chi come and understand the strength of Jiuhua's high feet." ”

The hat attached to the true qi spun at high speed, making a terrible whistling sound, and before he could finish speaking, he went straight to Liu Zibai, and cut him into two pieces who couldn't dodge.

"Ahh......h

"Vulnerable." Zhao Kun shook his head, "Boy, if you want to blame, blame Zhou Zijiang for hurting me five times." ”

After speaking, he added another sentence in his heart, "Spicy next door, how many times has the Jiuhua Sword Sect relied on the official background of the Southern Tang Dynasty to hack me and rob me of the concept of immortality to purchase medicinal materials, this can be regarded as interest." ”

Zhao Kun, who made a move, did not stop, and swaggered out of the Wang Ji Inn. For ordinary people, the Yellow River is not easy at this time, but for him, it is actually not a big hindrance. It just so happened that as a man of action, Zhao Kun planned to verify the information he had just gotten.

- By the way, he has also coveted the martial arts of Dafu Linghu Temple and Dengfeng Shaolin Temple in Qingliang Mountain for a long time.

It wasn't until after he left that someone in the hall who knew the face said in horror, "Jiangnan thief Chiba? I haven't seen him for several years, and his martial arts are so clever? But haven't you heard that Chi Ba and Zhou Zijiang have a grudge? ”

"Chihachi? Isn't that snitch nicknamed the Filthy Crow? ”

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At dusk, the Dafu Vulture Temple is immersed in an orange-yellow twilight, and the low Sanskrit name accompanied by the smoke of incense lingers in the ancient temple corridor for a long time, and the deep compassion transcends the boundary between life and death, like a warm current, soothing the hearts of believers.

The monk retreated wordlessly, took the chai door, and isolated the small Zen temple from the red dust.

After trekking thousands of miles in the ice and snow, Zhao Kun's face had a trace of tiredness that could not be concealed, but there was also a joy that was about to be harvested.

He withstood the wind and snow, after more than ten days of arduous journey, and finally came to this Buddhist holy place, a famous martial arts temple.

And the solemnity of the Dafu Vulture Temple really can't hide its own weakness.

Zhao Kun walked all the way, and along the way, he also captured a few rare martial arts people to ask, and sure enough, the statement was similar to what he heard in the inn that day, but everyone's position was different, and there was a gap in subjectivity. When I arrived at the Dafu Vulture Temple, the power here had indeed weakened a lot.

He simply used this face to go up the mountain to visit an old man in Chiba.

The man smiled and pushed the door open, letting the afterglow of the setting sun pour into the chamber, gilding the humble object with a dazzling golden hue.

There was only a futon, a low table and a monk sitting at the back door, and nothing else. The gray monk's robe in front of him was the same as the one in Chi Ba's memory, except that the right sleeve was empty and tucked around his waist.

"Zen Master Yuanzhong, your right hand?"

"The battle of Zhongnan Mountain was beheaded by the masters of the Star Palace." The monk's voice was very calm, but the sound of the wooden fish sounding 'empty, empty, empty......' clearly showed the user's mood. Without saying anything, Zhao Kun could hear the irritation and pain in his voice.

"Chiba, what trouble are you causing again, come to me to take refuge?" In the messy sound of wooden fish, the middle-aged monk suddenly spoke.

"Trouble? No, I have a great deal for you......"

Before the words fell, Zhao Kun had already pointed at the back of the middle-aged monk.

"The two abbots of Dafu Linghu Temple, Yuantong died in the hands of the Star Palace, and there is still a bit of martial arts in the Yuanzi generation, except for you who are Yuanguang and Yuancheng, and there is also the apprentice of Yuanxiang."

"Dafu Vulture Temple has been built for more than 600 years, and there have been many masters in the past dynasties, and now it is the weakest time......

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"Amitabha, the younger brother of the round seed, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and the shore is the back."

"Huh?" Zhao Kun sighed lightly, quite curious. He saw Enchan as Chihachi and suddenly took action to restrain the latter, using a Shogues shard. Then leave as Chiba, and then sneak into the Zen temple of the round seed with a familiar car. In the middle of the night, he came in disguised as a round seed, intending to get some cheats. I thought that with the memory of the round seed and this face, it must be foolproof, but when I arrived at the place and just started working, I was bumped into by someone.

The speaker was a gray-robed monk, about forty years old, holding a Zen staff and a black beard fluttering under his chin.

"Round?" Zhao Kunleng paused for a moment before finding out the monk's name from the memory of the round seed he received. "It turns out that Senior Brother Yuanzhu, who has always been known for his stupidity, is actually deeply hidden. Although it is back, you are proud enough to be able to quietly approach me within ten feet. ”

"Amitabha, my brother is really obsessed. Then senior brother, I had no choice but to take you down and send you to the wall. As he spoke, he shook his staff, and the figure was already shooting like an arrow.

Zhao Kun just stretched out a finger. There was a loud bang, and Yuan Zhu took a few steps back, his blood surging, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked. With one move, he knew that the person in front of him had profound skills, far surpassing himself.

Consciously invincible, Yuan Zhu took a deep breath, and was about to call the law enforcement monks in the temple, who knew that Zhao Kun had already expected, taking advantage of Yuan Zhu's inhalation, his right hand was raised, and a soft sword was swung out like lightning, forcing him to raise his staff to meet him. The blades clashed, and Yuan Zhi let out a muffled snort, and the words that had not yet been shouted had to be pressed back into his throat.

Although the qi and blood surged, the authentic sect of Buddhism that Yuan Zhu had cultivated for many years was also not good, he raised his arms strongly, and the Zen staff struck at the place where Zhao Kun's sword shadow was at its peak. A series of dense qi intersections sounded, and the Zen staff seemed to be thrown into the eternal cold pool, wrapped in heavy cold air.

The circle puffed up Yu Yong, and the majestic true qi gushed out. Who knew that Zhao Kun showed a contemptuous smile. There was a soft sound, and the round vertical hand was light, and then the throat was slightly cold......