The sloppy Taoist's chest muscles were like a pair of fists, and they burst out strangely, constantly beating Li Ling's back.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Li Ling's body leaned forward, and his lower body was still extremely numb.

I have to say that the sloppy Taoist's understanding of the acupoints of the human body has reached an extremely high level.

With Li Ling's current physical fitness, it is not so simple to make his lower body numb.

His eyes spurted with fierce battle intent, and the sloppy Daoist's face was snow-white and bloodless, "Li Ling, with martial arts alone, you can't be my opponent!"

"Sloppy senior, this battle is not over yet!"

Li Ling took a deep breath, and two cyclones appeared in front of his nostrils, which looked extremely amazing.

"What is this?"

The sloppy Taoist's face sank, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Go down!" Li Ling's shoulders moved up and down, his arms entangled by the scruffy Taoist dancing like snakes.

"Tai Chi Tantric Boxing?" The sloppy Taoist looked shocked and lost his voice: "How can you know Tai Chi Tantric Boxing?"

"Hehe!" Li Ling chuckled, but didn't answer directly, his shoulder bone clicked, as if broken.

It was like a dragon getting out of trouble, and Li Ling's body swayed quickly.

The sloppy Taoist who was wrapped behind Li Ling's face was cold, he didn't expect that Li Ling would actually know one of the strongest boxing techniques in Wudang Mountain, Tai Chi Tantric Boxing.

Tai Chi Tantric Boxing, which is derived from Sanfeng Zhenren according to Tai Chi Bagua Boxing, combines Yin and Yang, combines rigidity and softness, and exerts the strongest power at both extremes.

The bones in Li Ling's body seemed to have disappeared, and his body twisted violently.

The waist pole spun violently, pulling the numb lower body, and Li Ling had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, like a slippery loach, breaking free from the entanglement of the sloppy Taoist.

As soon as he left the sloppy Taoist's breakfree, Li Ling's lower body returned to normal, his footsteps sliding, like arrows, he turned around suddenly, his hands formed a fist, and swept towards the sloppy Taoist's shoulders.

"Withdraw!"

The sloppy Taoist looked like a torch, and his right hand was like the sharp beak of a crane, pecking at the back of Li Ling's hand.

However, Li Ling's right fist opened suddenly, turning his fist into a grasp, and rolling up a fierce energy.

During this period of cultivation in the first nine layers of the Shenwu Pavilion, Li Ling not only comprehended the two domains, but also re-cultivated his own martial arts.

The Li family dragon hand, the Li family Xuanzhong Tiger Boxing, Tai Chi Tantric Boxing, etc., have all been integrated.

Looking at the right palm that turned into a fist and roared, like a dragon's claw, the sloppy Taoist frowned, took a deep breath, did not dodge or dodge, and continued to peck at the back of Li Ling's right hand with his right hand, and his left hand became a claw, just like a pu fan, fanning Li Ling's head.

"Stand down!"

A shout was like a roar of the god-king.

Li Ling's right hand bent violently, and the elbow stabbed into the sloppy Taoist's chest like a spear.

The Li family has all kinds of guns!

Although he didn't have a spear, Li Ling used his elbow instead of a spear.

An inch is short and an inch is dangerous, but this cannot be used now.

The sloppy Taoist eyes flashed with angry flames, and Li Ling was desperate to die together.

Catching up with the angry gaze of the sloppy Taoist, Li Ling smiled in his heart.

Sloppy Daoist people are too old, not only their blood and qi have declined, but their physical fitness is also not good.

He, Li Ling, can resist the sloppy Taoist's palm, but the sloppy Taoist can't carry him Li Ling's elbow.

Saying that it was too late, the sloppy Taoist gritted his teeth and changed his moves, his waist was bent, his right foot was like a scorpion tail, and his toe kicked Li Ling's chin.

"Hahaha!"

Watching the sloppy Taoist change his moves, Li Ling couldn't help but laugh.

"Oops!" As soon as he heard Li Ling's laughter, the sloppy Taoist felt that something was wrong, but it was too late to change his moves, so he could only use his whole body strength, hoping that his kick would hurt the other party.

"Sloppy senior, you're defeated!"

Li Ling's left hand was raised sharply, resisting his chin.

"Smack!"

The tip of the sloppy Taoist's right foot kicked on Li Ling's left palm against his chin, and the huge force made Li Ling's body an inch off the ground.

However, the sloppy Taoist's right foot was grabbed by Li Ling.

Clasping the sloppy Taoist's right ankle, Li Ling's body turned, his eyes were like electricity, and his left hand, which was tingling in his palm, also waved.

From a distance, the sloppy Taoist was like a doll, constantly pushed and pulled by Li Ling's hands.

"I'm defeated!"

The sloppy Taoist's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with disbelief.

Aside from the strength of the true yuan, with only his martial arts, he was undefeated and the mythical sloppy Taoist, but he was actually defeated by Li Ling.

"Sloppy senior, in fact, you lost to Wudang Martial Arts!" Seeing the sloppy Taoist's complicated face and motionless, Li Ling shook his head.

"Defeat is defeat, the old Taoist priest has lived for more than a hundred years, and this bit of energy is still there!" Shaking his head, the sloppy Taoist turned around and walked towards the outside of the Shaolin Temple, "Li Ling, what you promised, the old Taoist priest will do it, as for whether the virtual will agree or not, the old Taoist priest can't guarantee it!"

"Thank you sloppy senior!" Listening to the sloppy Taoist's words, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Li Ling's mouth.

Shaking off his left hand, which had been kicked by the sloppy Taoist, Li Ling turned around, his eyes were flowing with exquisite light, and he looked at the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the distance.

Exhaling a breath, Li Ling's footsteps were mysterious, and his speed was fast, and he swept towards the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

At the same time, the Daxiong Treasure Hall was surrounded by more than two hundred superpowers.

Master Rufa's face was sad and indignant, his eyes crossed the superpowers who surrounded the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and he looked at the corpse of a warrior monk in all directions, and his heart tingled.

"Abbot, what should we do, what should we do now?" a warrior monk who was blackened and looked as if he had been burned by flames, looking around with a horrified expression.

"Wu Fei, what are you panicking about?" Wu Fei beside him snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a sparkle of light, staring at the more than two hundred superpowers surrounding the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Bata walked out of the crowd with an indifferent expression, looked up at Master Rufa who was standing outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and said coldly: "Rufa, I will give you a chance at the last time, and I will return to the Yama Hall immediately." Otherwise, the Shaolin Temple will be removed from the ancient martial arts world in China!"

"Fart!"

"Senior Brother Abbot, let's fight with them!"

"That's right, fight!"

"Amitabha!"

Master Rufa's eyes flashed with despair, and he finally glanced at the closed Scripture Pavilion and slowly closed his eyes, "The catastrophe of Buddhism!"

"Kill!"

"Demon Thorn!"

"Array!"

With the order of Master Rufa, led by thirty-eight warrior monks, more than seventy masters of Shaolin Temple, like angry lions, rushed towards the more than 200 superpowers who surrounded the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Bata's eyes were cold, and he slowly stepped back, "Kill them all!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, the earth's magnetic field in Shaolin Temple was distorted, and rolls of different abilities, like colorful fireworks, enveloped the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall.

It was at this time that Li Ling pushed open the door of the Scripture Pavilion and walked in again.