There are a large number of Shaolin disciples, coupled with the care of sweeping monks, no one in the huge Shaolin sect found that there was an extra walker in the temple, and they still ate fasting and chanted Buddha every day, and the monks in the Buddhist hall were haunted by the defeat, but they didn't know that the people they had been thinking about day and night were actually eating and living in the same place with themselves, and they still chanted and studied day and night, which made Chen Fei secretly laugh many times. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Shaolin back mountain, in the dense forest.

The two figures walked quickly through the forest, the figure behind him was wearing a gray power suit, wearing a dark yellow headband, but it was a walker dressed, the face was resolute, and the facial features were only more than 20 years old, but the body shape had stepped out of the distance of six or seven zhang between the ups and downs, and the body was already not lost to the older generation of celebrities on the rivers and lakes, the body was strong, but it did not look tyrannical, but there was a sense of anger in the Buddhist Gate, the feet with the monk's shoes or stepped on the ground, or tapped the tree trunk, and the body was constantly speeding forward in a loud explosion. But anyone who has been rolling on the rivers and lakes for a few years is not difficult to recognize the heel of this light skill - Shaolin 72 stunts of eight steps to catch Zen, short-distance explosive power can almost be called the first in the world, practice to the fullest, the void can be stepped on, it is a first-class mastery in the rivers and lakes, see this practitioner skillful, in this kung fu I am afraid that he has already entered the house, if he appears in the rivers and lakes, it will definitely shock the world's martial artists!

The walker's eight-step meditation is already extremely fast, but it has not been able to reach even the slightest distance from the front body, if the walker's light skills can be fought across the rivers and lakes, then the person in front is already otherworldly, close to ghosts and gods. Often on tiptoe, the body is already fluttering, and a few strands of almost white beard are not messed up at all in the strong wind, which is amazing. Look at it, but it is a thin monk wearing a cyan monk's robe, a pair of eyes are gray and dull, if it is completely unable to see, but the pace is agile and elegant, look at the look on his face is light and light, as if he is sitting in the meditation room and drinking tea instead of performing light skills in the dense forest, you can know that he still has spare strength, at this time, the appalling light skills may only be playing with the juniors, people can't help but wonder what kind of scene it is if they are doing their best to perform light skills, I am afraid that it is not the posture of mortal dust.

Although the Shaolin back mountain is tall, if ordinary people are afraid that it will take half a day to complete this part of the road, but the light skills of these two people are extremely profound, but a stick of incense has already climbed to the top of the back mountain, the white clouds are vast, the pagoda Zen forest under the mountain, there is a hidden Sanskrit chanting sound, the inexplicable sense of Zen purity lingers around, but it is really worthy of the Buddha country in the world, the holy land of Zen Buddhism.

The two figures that were originally galloping suddenly stopped, but there was no trace of uncoordinatedness, as if they would have stopped at this time, and they should have stopped like this, and seeing that these two people's faces were still ruddy, without any sense of discomfort, it can be seen that their profound internal strength is enough to protect their hearts and not suffer from the agitation of true qi.

The young walker behind him slowly adjusted his breath, stood up with one palm on his chest and bowed slightly to the old monk, but did not speak. The hanging right hand suddenly turned into a claw, a stream of internal qi stirred between the five fingers, and there was no way to move, a wooden sword that was originally inserted on the ground suddenly turned into a black shadow as if it was being pulled and shot towards the walker, and in an instant it was held in the hand of the young walker.

Shaolin 72 stunts - dragon wrestler!

The skill of the walker to capture the dragon hand was already extremely proficient, but the thin old monk only smiled and said, "But it's not bad." The words were plain, as if he was talking to his own juniors, and he didn't take young people to heart for being so uneducated. Standing with one palm, he nodded slightly to the young man.

The walker said in a low voice offended, his feet were forced, and his body was blurred for a while, but he was already attacking the old monk with a sword, obviously it was just a wooden sword, but it exuded a sharp aura that was no less than that of a divine weapon, and slashed towards the old monk with a terrible sound of breaking the air, if a person with high eyesight could even see the sword body of the wooden sword slightly twisted, it was enough to see the swiftness and violence of this sword! But in the face of such a fierce sword, the old monk did not dodge, lightly brushed his palm towards the sword body, and the menacing sword was like a poisonous snake that was hit by seven inches softly to the side, so that the sword that can be called a lore was broken lightly, it was not more difficult than drinking tea and sleeping, and it was inevitable to be surprised when any swordsman saw this situation, and his heart was panicked.

But the young walker's face was as calm as water, as if he had known that it would be like this, his wrist flipped, and the wooden sword that was biased to the side turned up in an instant, turning into three phantoms, stabbing at the three big points in the old monk's chest, the old monk was relieved again, and he did not rush to attack, but just defended and fed the moves, a trick of exquisite sword style poured out from the young man's hand like flowing water, or like the scorching sun, masculine and violent, or like the Buddha closed his eyes, deep and dignified, each move is like a wonderful poem, each has its own amazing place, but this different sword style is intertwined, giving birth to more mysteries, and the complex changes are breathtaking。

is fighting to the end, but the walker is a step back, the wooden sword in his hand emitted a crisp sword sound, and instantly stabbed forward, like a streamer of astonishing speed, but there are complicated changes, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, like the stars in the night sky to cover the old monk's body everywhere to the point, vaguely there seems to be infinite changes, has been the magic of swordsmanship, as if there is the power of the stars to extinguish.

The old monk's original indifferent smile was also a little moved when he saw this sword, and he exclaimed: "Great goodness!" The right hand turned into a finger, and it was pointed towards the tip of the sword in the form of a flower, which seemed to be light and fluttering, but the unpredictable sword move was completely dodged, and several changes were still twisted by the thin five fingers, and he couldn't move.

Seeing this, the sword-wielding walker's eyes narrowed slightly, his right hand held the sword, and his left hand pressed on the hilt of the sword violently, and his whole body was full of energy, and he actually poured all the internal force into the wooden sword, and the low sword roared suddenly, but the wooden sword was still twisted by the old monk, not moving at all, accompanied by an overwhelmed scream, the wooden sword of ordinary material burst into pieces and scattered away, and the energy leaked and set off the floating dust on the top of the mountain, completely enveloping the figures of these two people, and it was not real. There seemed to be a sigh after half a ring.

"Jueyuan, how long have you been cultivating on this Shaomu Mountain?"

"The ancient temple in the deep mountains, I don't know the time, the disciple just remembers that this Shaomu Mountain has already fallen five times. ”

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