Once you step into the Dharma realm, you can be called a monk, and in the eyes of the monk, the martial arts battle between the ordinary people will become like child's play.

The so-called peerless magic skills in the martial arts are just a foundation-building exercise for monks, as long as you make good use of mana, a wave of your hand is a snap of your fingers, and a step on your feet is a peerless light skill, which is not at all imaginable by ordinary people.

Song San's horizons have also become broadened at this moment, and he is no longer the same as in the past.

Last night, when he felt the scene of "slashing the candle flame", he also faintly had some different feelings, but he hadn't caught it yet, and that feeling was like a candle flame extinguished in the wind, and he couldn't capture it again.

But that residual afterglow also gave him some confidence, feeling that he might not be incorrigibly stupid.

As long as you work hard, even if you are yourself, you will have the moment when you can see the moon!

......

On the boat, the old man had already fought with those who had strange whereabouts.

The old man was alone, but those people were armed with swords and swords, but after the real fight, the battle situation was tilted to the old man's side.

He held a long flute, and with a single finger, he could shatter the sword and seriously injure people, but he clearly spared his hand and did not take any life.

There was a wail and screaming in the boat, and everyone fell to the deck.

It wasn't long before the old man was left alone on the deck.

He carried it in one hand and held a flute in the other, looking at all directions, and he had the atmosphere of a grandmaster.

On the edge of the lake, the people on the lake cheered for this.

......

Rowan poured mana into his ears to increase his hearing, and he heard the old man ask, "Little rabbit, who let people into the lake?

But the people lying on the ground only cried out in pain, and none of them responded positively.

The old man sneered, and with a finger of the bamboo flute, the innate true qi poured into it, and he was ready to punish them and interrogate them strictly.

But in the next moment, a wisp of cold light suddenly came, but the old man didn't even react, and he was pierced through his left shoulder by the wisp of cold light, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of dirty blood!

Then, a hunchbacked man with a hat slowly stepped out of the cabin.

Although the hunchbacked man's eyes were as dark as those of a falcon, his face was like a crown of jade, but the skin below the neck was heavily wrinkled, thin and old, and extremely strange.

When he saw this hunchbacked man, the old man was so shocked that he didn't think about it, so he took up his light work, flew out upside down, and fled straight to his own small boat!

As a peerless master of ordinary martial arts, the old man's vision is not really as narrow as Song San said, he once led the martial arts people in Silver Lake City to fight against those demons and demons, and he has also seen the means of the monks to turn over the mountains and seas.

It's a pity that he is old and has no room to grow on the way to cultivation, otherwise he would definitely try his best to find a monk and worship at the mountain gate.

But it was precisely because he had seen the methods of the monks that he knew how small the power he was proud of was, and finally he retired to the people and became the one who managed the charter.

And at this moment, he almost immediately realized that the hunchbacked man who came out of the cabin was a monk!

The monks live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, only asking about immortality, and most of the monks of the famous and decent families are quiet and natural, with a peaceful heart to face the world.

But the hunchbacked monk in front of him was obviously not like that!

Dark, weird, and sober!

That's the first impression he makes.

A bad impression that is enough to make the vast majority of people stay away.

"It's a demon cultivator!"

The old man was frightened in his heart, and suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, "Run!"

This "run away" is not only to himself, but also to those who are boating on the lake and those who are watching by the lake!

He didn't know what the purpose of this demon cultivator was, but the monk was powerful, and killing people and killing people was only a thought, and the demon cultivator went astray, and it was even more difficult to guess, and a few people who could escape were even few.

It has to be said that the old man has responded quickly enough, but it doesn't make much sense.

"Want to escape?"

The hunchbacked monk smiled and pushed his fist-clenched hand forward, and suddenly a cold glow flew out from his instantly open five fingers!

The cold ray split into five in the air and nailed to the old man's limbs and heads.

Once shot, you can pin him to the boat and turn him into a specimen!

In the middle of this moment, the sword is like a mountain, and it comes angrily!

The five-point cold light shot on the knife qi, and the "jingle bell" was like shooting on the steel plate, and all of them fell powerlessly.

"Who?"

The hunchbacked monk shouted loudly, and turned his head sharply to look in the direction where the sword qi was coming.

He hid in the cabin and left everything to his warriors, not wanting to attract the attention of the monks, but in the end he fell short.

Crazy knife Song San stood on the shore, holding a knife in his hand, his knife was not even out of the sheath, but the knife was constantly swallowing.

The sword qi just now was suddenly swung out by him in a hurry!

Swinging out from the shore, spanning hundreds of meters, he saved the old man in a moment.

But the moment after swinging the knife, even he himself was a little incredulous, because this knife was something he couldn't swing before!

And after this knife, he faintly felt in his heart, as if he suddenly understood something, and there was something on top of the knife qi that he didn't have before.

"Go ahead. ”

Rowan said to him.

He nodded suddenly, drew his sword from its sheath, held it upside down with his hand, stepped on the water of the silver lake, and galloped towards the painting boat where the hunchbacked monk was.

The long knife is out of the sheath, and the name is "Wild Land".

Treading the waves, the tip of the knife points to the water, and the tide rises!

He galloped all the way, and the silver lake was under his knife to set off big waves.

The life that followed Rowan all the way was so smooth that he didn't have a chance to fight with others.

And a swordsman, if he can't try the knife, how can he be called a swordsman?

Crazy Knife Song San, when he got Luo Wen's answer and rushed towards the hunchbacked monk, he finally felt the excitement that he hadn't felt for a long time, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but draw a smile that seemed to be nothing.

The smile gradually expanded, the laughter stacked on top of each other, unbridled, it was wild laughter!

Then, he and the hunchbacked monk suddenly fought!

......

This wild laugh is much better than the sound of his flute. ”

Rowan stood by the lake with his hands on his chest, watching from afar.

The people by the lake did not run away, they looked in horror at the man who had just been ridiculed by everyone, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into peerless swordsmen, and their hearts fluctuated violently!

"You say that a knife player has to learn how to play the flute?"

One man said suddenly, but there was awe in his tone.

The old man of the boat family, who had just walked on the edge of life and death, was also extremely complicated at the moment, wanting to scold and be full of gratitude.

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