Zhang Xinyi was carefully flipping through the "Recipe for Longevity" he had just gotten.

In his eyes from reading all the martial arts cheats, although he can't say that he can master it immediately, he can also see it. This Taoist treasure book is not worthy of the name of the world's four great wonder books, seven pictures and seven kinds of skills, each of which represents a possibility to lead to the realm of martial arts, giving him very important inspiration.

Reading to the excitement, there is no need to deliberately exercise, the true qi in the body is as lively as spirituality, following seven paths, respectively from the top of the head, in the body, in the hands, in the lower abdomen, dantian, spine, and in the heart of the feet are inextricably poured into the acupoints and veins of all parts of the body.

In such a situation, the true qi in Zhang Xinyi's body was hot and cold, suddenly burning like fire, and the next moment, it became extremely cold, ordinary martial artists, it was a change that came to the limit, but Zhang Xinyi calmly accepted this change.

Fortunately, now is not a good time to practice martial arts, Zhang Xinyi tried it and regained his skills. Looking at the thread-bound book of the elixir on the table, even with his heart, he couldn't help but smile.

When it comes to this harvest, "The Recipe for Eternal Life" is far better than the Evil Emperor Relic for him.

The Evil Emperor Relic, the most precious of which is the vast essence of the Evil Emperor of the past dynasties, for ordinary martial artists, this is the most nourishing "nutrition", but for Zhang Xinyi, who has the entire fantasy space as the backing, the Yuan Essence in the Evil Emperor Relic is just useless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it.

At this time, Zhang Xinyi accidentally met Shuanglong in the restaurant, and in the original book, he originally had a good impression of these two protagonists, so he had the previous act of passing on the merit and giving yuan.

Surprisingly, after Zhang Xinyi finished this. He found that wisps of purple qi were separated from Shuanglong's body. Spilled over to him.

"It turned out to be the power of luck. Interesting. Looking at the purple qi wrapped around his wrist, Zhang Xinyi vaguely had a mysterious feeling, this power of luck contains a trace of avenue in this world, with this power, loved by this heaven and earth, and with luck, he is known as the son of the plane and the natural protagonist. With this qi, it will be easier to penetrate the rules of the Heavenly Dao and evolve into a more advanced life form.

In layman's terms, it is the legendary Broken Void.

But...... Zhang Xinyi's fingers flicked suddenly, completely destroying and dispersing this trace of Qi Yun Purple Qi, and watching it flutter and scatter into the distance.

The power of luck can be regarded as a kind of luck, which is both born and acquired, such as Yangzhou Shuanglong. Although the power of luck is strong, if you don't work hard the day after tomorrow. This mysterious power will automatically dissipate and be attached to the person with a stronger power of luck.

It is a help, but also a constraint, accepting the power of luck, it is equivalent to being branded in this world, and every move is concerned by the way of heaven, which is not what Zhang Xinyi wants.

With a rub of his hands, the cheats of "The Secret of Longevity" turned into powder and floated out.

Zhang Xinyi stood with his hands in his hands, standing at the window of the floor, looking at the traffic under the window, and suddenly gave birth to a sense of truth and falsehood that he did not know where to return.

Here, he can feel the warmth of the sun shining on his body, feel the coolness of the breeze on his skin, and smell the smell of fireworks in his nose and mouth.

This qiē, just like the fiery skin of Sansa, the queen of ice and fire, and the tears of Jin Yong's lover Xiao Zhao, gave Zhang Xinyi a dreamlike feeling.

"My footsteps should not stop at a certain beautiful scenery, a short stay, just to continue the journey below......"

Zhang Xinyi's stop was two hours, until the sunset gradually slanted westward, then he faintly withdrew his gaze, his figure flashed, and he had already appeared on the street, his steps seemed to be slow, but in fact he was heading towards the west of the city at an astonishing speed.

The west of the city is a pagoda forest, when Zhang Xinyi came, the sunset happened to leave the last afterglow, the sky was full of red glow shining between the eaves of the pagoda, projecting a faint golden red light, between the pagodas, but seeing the flowers and trees are sparse, the secluded and thick shade, very attractive.

Looking at the past, there is a pagoda in front of the eaves of the corner of the hanging copper bell, the mountain wind blows, emitting a burst of pleasant clear sound, so that people are exhausted.

Zhang Xinyi saw it, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he walked slowly towards the pagoda, passing through the bamboo forest, nearly fifteen zhang high, and the pagoda with thirteen floors stood majestically in the square in the forest, towering.

In the afterglow of the sunset, the gold-carved bronze flying goose at the top of the tower is even more brilliant, and the glory is far and near. There are a total of 12 stone Buddha statues embedded on the four sides of each stupa, which are magnificent and rich in texture.

Zhang Xinyi did not deliberately hide his figure, and his arrival naturally aroused the attention of the original owner of this place for the first time.

The sound of hurried footsteps came, and suddenly a loud shout came from behind him, breaking the silence here. "Who are you?"

Zhang Xinyi looked up at the pagoda with his hands in his hands, and said indifferently without looking back: "Hand over He's Bi, Rao Er will not die." ”

There was a commotion in the rear, and then a slightly low voice was heard: "The poor monk is not angry, he is the head of the four protectors of the temple, and he has the responsibility of protecting the treasure. ”

Zhang Xinyi turned around and saw more than a dozen monks looking at each other angrily, after all, whoever listened to what he just said would not have a good face. The leader is an old monk who is sixty years old with gray eyebrows, although he is old, his eyes are like newborn babies, pure and flawless, shining.

"Great monk, you are very good, for the sake of your honesty, when I do it later, I will spare your life."

was stunned when he heard this, glanced at Zhang Xinyi deeply, whispered a Buddha name, and was silent.

"Senior brother, what nonsense are you talking about with him, let the senior brother take down this madman, so that he knows the price of speaking outrageously." The monk who spoke was tall, with broad shoulders, a vajra Zen staff, eyebrows and eyes not angry and self-assured, and he was a Buddhist protector Vajra who was not obsessed with monks, and his martial arts were the highest among the four.

Zhang Xinyi carefully looked at the fine lines on his palms, and opened his mouth, and opened the map cannon: "Your Zen master has been shaved bald, and you disciples and grandchildren are not hiding in the mountains to eat fasting and chanting Buddha, why do you mess with this red dust trivial?" ”

Zhang Xinyi said that the most painful part of the monks in the middle of the field was that a week ago, he died unexpectedly, and the murderer fled immediately. The whole people of the meditation monastery are very sad, and now listening to his words, how can they not be angry! How can you not hate it!

"Fanatics! Death! ”

With a deafening roar, the monk shook his Zen staff, flew up, and swept towards Zhang Xinyi, a simple sweep, the momentum was heavy, and there were countless changes in it, no matter how the other party avoided it, he could be driven into the follow-up offensive.

In addition to not being angry and never moving, the short and fat man was not afraid and the tall and thin man was not greedy and waved his Zen stick at the same time, and the fierce wind caused the soil and stones under his feet to shake faintly.

This person's tone is loud, and he doesn't know the depth of martial arts, but since the other party can find their secret hiding place, he must not be an idle person.

He's Bi is related to the great cause of unifying the world, and the three monks will go all out as soon as they make a move, and they dare not leave their hands behind.

However, in the face of the blows of the three protectors of the Meditation Temple, Zhang Xinyi still quietly looked at the palm prints on his hands, as if there were infinite secrets on them, and the Zen staff was still unconscious.

At this time, even if the three great grandmasters made a move, they couldn't react, so they had to take a move.

Bu sighed, and seemed to be relieved, and said: "Three junior brothers, be merciful, don't hurt his sexual ......"

"Bang!" The next moment, three Zen sticks slammed into Zhang Xinyi's chest, left shoulder and head at the same time, and the extremely heavy Zen staff made a violent echo like hitting the steel metal, and in the sharp and unpleasant friction sound, it was enough to open the mountain and crack the stone, and it stopped in place.

"It's ...... What the?! ”

The bald scoops on the field widened their eyes one by one, since someone used their flesh to catch this blow that weighed more than 10,000 catties. I saw that the skin under the Zen staff was shining with a white-gold light, and this light was getting stronger and stronger, and finally the person in front of him was glowing with a metal-like white gold color, as if he did not look like a human body.

"North Styls...... Golden body. Zhang Xinyi raised his head slightly, and on his platinum shining cheeks, his dark and deep eyes flashed with extremely cold killing intent.

"Talisman Exercises!" Bu's face changed again and again, and then he realized how ridiculous his words were just now, and shouted: "Three junior brothers, quickly withdraw your hand." ”

At the same time, he flew up without anger, devoted his life to cultivation, and slapped his palm at the mysterious master's Baihui acupoint.

The attack of the three of them was abrupt, knowing that something was wrong, and hurriedly stirred up their true qi, but when they wanted to withdraw and fly back, they were shocked to find that their palms, Zen staffs and each other seemed to be connected as one, and it was difficult to separate them anymore.

"Drink ......"

In the next moment, Zhang Xinyi took a deep breath, and with this inhalation, there seemed to be a surging volume of qi in the field, and Zhang Xinyi's body swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, he felt an invisible force blocking in front of him, his palm was in the air, and he was still ten feet away from the other party, but he couldn't move forward.

"Ahh My madness! True Qi is draining ......"

"What kind of magic is this?!"

"Adversary, I'll fight with you!"

On the other side, the three monks on the field were shocked, watching the true qi in their bodies drain away at an alarming rate, and their faces quickly turned gray.

Zhang Xinyi grinned, revealing Sensen's white teeth, "Give it back to you!" ”

The next moment, the true qi that had been incorporated into the body reversed in a more violent and intense way.

"No!" I didn't look at it with disgust, and watched my three junior brothers and sisters "bang" and fry into minced meat.

The sky was full of flesh and blood spread on the land, and the sun in the west was just at this time to spit out the last rays of afterglow and slowly set under the mountains.

There was darkness in the heavens and the earth......

It's like the monks on the field falling into the deepest nightmare of a Buddha's heart......

It seems that a long time has passed, but in fact, it is only a short time of half a pillar of incense, and the three protectors of the meditation monastery, Vajra, have fallen, and there are no bones...... (To be continued......)