For some reason, there are a few cracks on the white bricks of the Shaolin Courtyard, and the weeds have broken through the cage and grown in the cracks, obviously they haven't been cleaned for a long time.

There were several palm prints on the white wall, and cracks spread out from the palm prints, as if they could be pushed down with a little force.

The black-robed man led the wind all the way, and his steps were extremely fast, and Nian Xingchen, who followed closely behind, stepped into the courtyard and saw such a scene, like the dilapidated and bleak front yard of Li Ruofu's mansion.

What is he doing here? There should be nothing in the courtyard, otherwise how could there be no monks to guard it?

Nian Xingchen was puzzled, so he had to follow him in one go, if it was really Han Mian, his cultivation was above himself, then it would not be too difficult to find himself, so he had to be extra cautious!

The corridor of the annex leads directly to the courtyard of an old house, which looks like it has been some time, made of loess, the paper windows are broken a few times, the phoenix rustles, and the door is sealed by four wooden strips.

The dead leaves of an old tree that had fallen over the years covered the ground as if no one had visited.

Fallen leaves all over the ground, no traces, an old house, a dead tree, this is the Shaolin Courtyard?

In the blink of an eye, the black-robed man disappeared after entering the hospital.

Nian Xingchen was shocked in his heart, and walked quickly to the courtyard, not knowing where he was hiding.

"You've followed all the way, have you followed enough?"

Behind the cool, the figure of the black-robed man stood out, with a big square face under the black robe, thick eyebrows and eyes, shining like stars, and the same as what Chishui saw that day.

The air flow was surging under the robe, and the phoenix that had risen at the beginning lingered at the feet of the black-robed man, and his voice sounded faintly again, "What do you want?"

The black-robed man in front of him in the pupils under the hat was close at hand, and Nian Xingchen slashed with one hand, without hesitation, and his eyes were red.

The black-robed man reacted extremely quickly, turned sideways, and a void and real green qi buzzed in front of him, and then spewed out.

The air waves that shook the mountains directly lifted the dead leaves that were about to be made into the ground in the old courtyard several feet high.

Nian Xingchen lifted his hind feet, leaned back, and the hat was also uncovered by the cyan qi wave, and there was a little doubt on his slightly immature cold face?

The two of them didn't make a move just now, they didn't give in to each other, one palm and one punch didn't give in to each other, and the black-robed man had some discipline in his hands, which was obviously slightly better than Nian Xingchen's invisible, random moves.

The withered leaves in the old courtyard do not fall, the paper windows do not stop, the fists and feet are continuous, and after thirty rounds, Nian Xingchen's Ling Yan has all been dissolved, as if, as if this person will unload the momentum of his palm.

Every time he made a move, the next move was more difficult, but the black-robed man coped with it easily.

How could Han Mian's kung fu be so strange, the last time he fought against him, he crushed himself to death before he used the unbreakable body refining technique.

If there is a dust...... Just as he was distracted, the black-robed man pinched Nian Xingchen's elbow with one hand, and the other palm hit his chest, like a silver needle pricking, a tingling pain.

The black-robed man took off his hood, and Han Mian's face did not have the slightest wave, "Since you have the courage to keep up, you have to think of the consequences of changing!"

Nian Xingchen covered his chest, and a bitter look appeared under the hat, "I knew that Chishui was inferior to me that day, so I came here to ask for advice." ”

The Han Mian in front of him was not as crazy as Chi Shui at that time, his face was like a realm pool, he was not shocked when he was changing, and he was like two people.

The wooden box behind Han Mian seemed to come to life at this moment, and the blue light was like a whirlwind that accumulated Zhou Fang's qi on the wooden box, clinging to it little by little, enveloping the entire box, and the contents inside were about to come out!

"Kazetsumi. ”

The wind is the source of qi, Xun is the wind, wood, humble, humble: take advantage of the wind to rise, the power of the wind.

A sword full of blue light was already in Han Mian's hand.

Although the green qi on the surface had not dissipated, Nian Xingchen could see clearly that the sword was wrapped in white belt, a trace of sword frost and cold aura was not revealed, and the slightest trace of blood was not visible.

When this sword broke out of the box, it had already attracted the attention of many parties.

Nian Xingchen habitually pulled his hand behind his back, and the red sword sealed by the scabbard behind him was not there.

"Pick it up!"

Han Mian's eyes were cold, and the sword in his right hand stabbed out with a long shout.

The white belt is like locking the edge of the sword, and the sharp weapon becomes a blunt weapon.

Nian Xingchen retreated one after another, Han Mian's sword swung up, the sword qi was agitated, and the faint whistling sound continued.

With a difficult look on his face, the breath in his chest was inhaled and exhaled, and the white sword in his eyes was only traced, Nian Xingchen raised his spirit to the extreme.

His body was half-hidden and half-hidden, and every time the white sword rushed in, he could only use both hands one after another.

Now that they have come to this point, Nian Xingchen caught a glimpse of the dead tree beside him, grabbed the dead tree with his left hand, the fish jumped into the abyss, and the kite flew into the sky, spun around, and hid directly behind the tree.

"Is it the work of a big man to hide his head and show his tail?"

Seeing this, Han Mian raised his breath and retracted his sword, his face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twitched even a little.

Nian Xingchen didn't answer, taking the opportunity to take a good breath.

There was no movement behind the tree, Han Mian let out a low roar, and burst out, wisps of blue light overflowed the white sword, this qi was domineering and powerful.

Han Mian let out a breath from his mouth, and the only dead leaf on the dead tree fell on Bai Jianjian's body with silence, turning into black smoke the moment he encountered the blue light on the sword.

Its momentum is sharp, sharpening iron like clay, Qingfeng goes, ten thousand people are invincible!

"Broken!"

The white belt on the white sword was cut by the shocking cold light flowing from the sword body in an instant, scattered all over the ground, and as soon as the sword blade came out, the frost qi was like the nine shadows reappearing out of control.

Nian Xingchen behind the tree unconsciously trembled his feet, and his eyes kept moving.

Han Mian held the sword wrapped in blue light, and with a single move of sword qi, Ling Yan rushed out!

Nian Xingchen's heart is like sitting on pins and needles, the sword move is coming, can he deal with it?

"Thieves are presumptuous!"

Lang Lang's voice came from outside the courtyard, a mud-clothed monk did a good job, his feet stepped on the rubble on the wall, and as soon as the words fell, he fell to Nian Xingchen's side.

The mud-clothed monk shook his clothes, lifted his left foot back, silently recited the mantra in his mouth, and the golden light on the right palm was dotted, and a palm burst out, accumulating thick and thin, and four or five golden lights converged into the Buddha's palm, which is Shaolin's peerless science - the strong Vajra palm.

Qingfeng's sword qi was extremely cold, and the powerful Vajra palm was shocked for hundreds of miles, and the two domineering qi collided, rolling up a thousand waves for a while, and Nian Xingchen, who was standing behind Juexin, was uncontrollably pushed back by the qi waves.

Bang ——!

The green and yellow are staggered, and the air flow that disperses after a burst of bombardment is tens of thousands of knives, and the walls of the old house and the courtyard wall have left cracks one after another, and half of the dead tree has already fallen to the ground.

Juexin and Han Mian unloaded their forces at the same time, and the surrounding soil and sand flew all over the sky, and a strong smell of thick earth stuffed into everyone's noses.

The sharp weapon sword in Han Mian's hand lingered around his body, and the cold light was dazzling, and he couldn't be forced to look at.

Juexin clasped his palms together with one hand and glanced at the two people present, "You two really think that I have no one in Shaolin, and you dare to enter my courtyard without permission, so recklessly fighting in China?"

In the end, Juexin set his eyes on Nian Xingchen, his brows tightened, the two sides were twisted into a knot, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, when I first saw you, I thought you were quite angry, you are so bold!"

Nian Xingchen was speechless, "I'm afraid that there is a trouble in your temple, so I came here on purpose." ”

"Difficult?" Jue Xin smiled contemptuously and pointed at Nian Xingchen and Han Mian, "Aren't you two?"

"It's him! This person is disturbing Saibei with the intention of Shaolin!" Nian Xingchen replied.

Han Mian sneered, his face reflecting half a point of sword light.

"Senior brother!"

A warrior monk with a stick strode into the courtyard.

"Who let you in!"

Juexin's eyes glared angrily, glared angrily, and scolded sharply.

If you want to come to the Shaolin Courtyard, you are forbidden to enter the temple on weekdays.

"Senior brother, if you don't see any clues about such a big movement, we are not stupid. ”

"What's the matter?"

The warrior monk leaned in and whispered something.

Juexin's anger that had just been restrained was replaced by a look of panic, and he deliberately leaned over to suppress it, and even wanted to stop there.

The curvature of Han Mian's mouth rose, and he walked out with his hands in a sarcastic way.

The warrior monk pulled Juexin's mud coat and asked, "Senior brother, what should he do?"

Juexin raised his hand, his eyes were like torches, and he regrouped, "I can't care so much, go to the main hall!"

"Senior brother, not only Uncle Shi, there is also a ...... down the mountain"

"What......? The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings!"

Juexin sighed, what should come will still come, this is like bitter water entering the throat, just like the abdomen, and the astringent taste permeates the mouth.

Today's young room has not yet ushered in the rising sun.

The forest sea is choppy, the bamboo waves are rippling, and the light smoke on the three-legged bronze incense burner in the white wall is instantly extinguished.

The black clouds pressed the temple, and the wind was treacherous, and there were whispers and complaints under the nine shades.

I'm afraid that half of the White Lotus Temple can't withstand a thousand grudges!