"The strength has increased so much, I am more and more interested in you now, Da Ri Rulai." The white-eyed Zen master smiled, and his hands suddenly pushed out and shouted.

"Boom Boom .....Boom" The two golden palm prints rushed forward, and explosions sounded everywhere they passed.

Dowling didn't make a hard connection this time, and his body rose into the sky to dodge the attack.

"Xuan Ming Fist!" Dao Lin shouted, the true qi of his whole body gathered on his right fist, and according to the moves in "General Xuan's Martial Arts", he threw a punch in the air fiercely.

The Xuan Ying Fist was much more powerful than the Xuan Ying Fist, and I saw a dark blue fist shadow suddenly burst out, with a black aura towards the white-eyed Zen Master below.

"Good come, Cihang Pudu!" The white-eyed Zen master shouted angrily, he didn't dare to hold it up, only to see him put his hands together, and the golden light around his body flashed, and then the little finger and ring finger were closed, and the double sword fingers were suddenly pointed out.

A Buddha finger shot out from the golden light, colliding with the dark blue Xuanming Fist, and the moment the two collided, the heavens and the earth fell silent.

Then the two streams of energy suddenly exploded, and a golden and dark blue energy wave spread directly to the surroundings, and in the blink of an eye, all the energy was shrouded within a mile, and the energy passed, whether it was vegetation or stones, all turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

"Boom...."The energy completely exploded, and an explosion sounded that resounded through the heavens and the earth, the earth trembled, and a large crack spread towards the surroundings with the energy explosion as the center.

"Forget it, don't fight, don't fight..."The white-eyed Zen master walked out of the smoke and dust with a Zen stick, and his white robe was already covered with dust.

On the other side, Dowling also walked out with his hand fanning the dust in front of him.

"What? Twisted to the waist? Dowling teased.

"Look for your tree, the old man won't stop you, find it and leave." The white-eyed Zen master said, stepped directly into the void and disappeared in place.

Dowling didn't stop it, a god realm that could be integrated into the void at any time, he couldn't stop it if he wanted to.

"It's so good to be so happy, I have to fight." Dowling muttered angrily.

Without the obstruction of the Baimei Zen Master, Daolin continued to spin at the foot of the mountain.

Finally, after circumnavigating the southern mountains of the Mountains, in a col, Dowlin found the heather tree.

There are many heather trees here, almost hundreds, some of them with roots that have been cut down and stumps left, and some trees with intact red fruits.

"I finally found you, and for your sake, Lao Tzu also fought with someone." Dowling said with a sigh.

He came to the root of a tree with only a stake left, and with a little force he uprooted the tree.

Dowling looked up and down, and found a nodule, not small, the thickness of an arm, he drew it with his hand, and this one should be able to make two pipes.

"Old monk, the tree I want has been found, can you see if you want to sell it or give it to me?" Dowling shouted towards the mountain.

"It's all for you, don't bother the old man!" The sound of an aging dragon bell rang from above.

"Thank you!" Dowling smiled back, and then began to pull it up, with his strength, it was a simple breeze to pull up a stump.

He plucked more than a dozen stumps in one go, only nine of which were suitable, and the rest were directly kneaded into sawdust and scattered under other trees.

After putting the nine stakes into the ring, Dowling said goodbye to the mountain again, and said that he would come again and left.

On the mountain, the white-eyed Zen master sat cross-legged on the futon, and his old face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

"Master, shall we allow this kid to be so presumptuous?" A couple of arhats asked angrily.

"Yes, Senior Brother Abbot, this kid is a little too arrogant." Several other hall masters with higher seniority also echoed with indignation.

"What if not? As you saw just now, it's not easy for me to take him down, he's no longer the little thing I ravaged half a year ago, and his strength has improved too quickly. Zen Master Baimei sighed and said.

"Let's take action together to suppress this fang!"

"It's useless, as long as you can't kill him, he will definitely come back to retaliate, with his perverted ascension speed, we can't afford to provoke him." Zen Master Baimei shook his head and said.

"Then let's just let him ride on his head?" The master of the Punishment Hall clapped his hands and said.

"Don't provoke him yet, someone will naturally teach him a lesson for us in the future." The white-eyed Zen master waved his hand and let them disperse.

The hall masters and arhats left in a state of righteous indignation, they were usually used to being arrogant, and they must not be used to being suddenly ridden on the head by a hairy boy.

In the quiet meditation room, Zen Master Baimei was full of thoughts, and he didn't understand how a little-known kid could improve his cultivation so quickly.

"Isn't it this kid's exercise?" The white-eyed Zen master wondered in his heart.

It is impossible to say that Zen Master Baimei is not moved, he is only one step away from becoming a middle-grade god, but this step has consumed him for a full thirty years.

"If I have the chance, next time I will ask him to hand over the exercises, or directly find a way to kill him!" The white-eyed Zen master said coldly.

After getting the root nodules of the briar, he rushed all the way back to the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Residence, where he first cleaned the soil from the nodules, and then brushed away the epidermis and threw it away.

When Bai Sakura heard that he was back, she hurried over.

"The movement of your fight has been heard in the city, it is too shocking." Sakura squatted aside to help Dowlin clean up the nodules.

"Old donkey, they didn't even think to go over and help me?" Dowling asked angrily.

"The junior and the Thunder Flash Heavenly King originally wanted to go, but they were stopped by the Old Heavenly King, saying that you can handle it yourself." Sakura said with a smile.

"This old donkey's head!" Dowling said through gritted teeth.

"They have faith in you." Sakura said with a silver bell-like laugh.

Dowling didn't speak, picking up the cleaned nodules and walking towards his room.

"Do you need my help?" Shirakura asked behind him.

Dowling paused and replied, "Not for the time being, I'll get the shape done first, and I'll be looking for you when it's my turn to carve the technique." ”

Back in the room, Dowling threw the nodules on the table, then brought the chisel file he had used earlier.

"Which one should I get first?" Dowling pondered.

Dowling wanted to make a chimney-style pipe, after all, the tall bowl looked more high-end.

First of all, he first carved a shape in his mind, and then selected a suitable heather nodule according to the shape.

"Okay, that's it, this pipe is made, I'm definitely the most beautiful boy in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." Dowling said with a smile on the nodules.

Perhaps for modern times, it takes a lot of machinery to make a pipe, after all, it is very complicated to shape, but in the great wilderness world, these are not a problem.