"If it was the day before yesterday, I would have said, if you don't cut it, you can win. If it had been yesterday, I would have said that the two were equal. As for today......"

Zhengyangzi glanced at the center of the martial arts arena, two guys with fists to the flesh and thundering.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!

This is simply two Heavenly Court wrestlers fighting each other, the pretty Taoist priest recites every day, he is a serious Taoist priest, and he can't see the scene of these pure power exploding.

“…… I can't tell the difference between the poor road. ”

In fact, Zhengyangzi is somewhat inclined to mourn.

Because Wu Mourning's qi and blood are obviously thicker, this is really a humorous joke! I don't know what kind of root he inherits, but he can beat the non-cutting that is good at horizontal training strength in terms of qi and blood, if the monks of Moke Temple know this scene, I am afraid that the Zen heart will be broken!

Mei Jiexing was interrupted several times by the thunderous roar.

Shaking his fan, he couldn't help but shake his head.

This kind of fast-paced confrontation of pure qi and blood strength is actually a competition of will in the back, and what surprised them was that Wu Mourning's will could actually keep up with the hard work he had practiced since childhood.

If you don't kill a monk, who can you?

That's a disciple of the sect who can fight against Zuo Madness, even if he loses, he will return the move.

Mei Juexing felt more and more that the investment that was emerging at this time was a rare stroke of genius in his decades of life. The more I look at Wu Mourning, the more satisfied I really am, Mei Fuzi has some happy troubles, how to open his mouth and Xinzhuo to introduce his daughter's dignified generosity, he must be able to prosper.

Boom!!!!!

Oppressive air took on a violent wind, and the most violent sound was exploded!

Wu Mian's legs were already deep in the earth, and he was finally forced to take a step back in this confrontation, and his whole person was exuding an amazing fiery intent. There was a faint pain in his arms and chest, and when he relaxed, the pain suddenly doubled, and he could only run qi and blood to activate blood and disperse blood stasis.

"It's me who loses."

"No, it's the little monk who lost, in order to break your strength, the little monk finally used the real Buddha mudra." Without reciting Amitabha, he was extremely surprised by the strength of Wu Mourning.

This kind of surprise even transcends the desire to win.

Let the monk move his martial arts, trying to dismantle the strength of the thirteen swords. In his understanding, Wu Mourning's qi and blood strength seem simple, but in fact it is extremely exquisite, it can be said that it is just right to match each other, and there is a vague sense of unfinished meaning.

There must be something hidden.

It's not interesting to hide this passion!

Bu Chop and Wu Mourning found a piece of land to rest, while Zhengyangzi's side fell into a debt dispute because of the victory or defeat, and everyone was fiercely discussing who won.

Some people say that Wu Mourning won, and the monk will admit defeat in person.

Some people also say that the monk won without beheading, and it was Wu Mourning who retreated one after another.

Zhengyangzi's head suddenly became bigger than two.

Listening to the noisy words here, the monk was a little depressed, this monk felt that Wu Mourning was too boring to hide, and he was vigorous and vigorous! War! War! War! Have a good time!

This is a bit unjust.

Is Wu Mourning hidden? Hidden a little.

The amount of qi and blood is ten times that of ordinary martial artists, and his strength is even more exaggerated, and in this kind of confrontation that tests his will, he actually maintains the same qi and blood strength as the monk who does not cut it. This amount is about thirty percent of his, which shows that the strength of the uncut qi and blood is also full of majesty.

In fact, what was discovered was the lack of martial mourning exercises.

The Thirteen Swords of Trapping are secondary weapon exercises.

It should be that there should be a master weapon technique that happens to match, the Endless Eight Slashes, which completely fills part of the gaps in the qi and blood strength, and that is the complete form of this true skill.

It can only be said that the process of not beheading the monk is not very correct, but the result is right.

That's the end of the night's entertainment.

Tomorrow was to explore the cave, and after arranging a vigil in turn, everyone went into the tent early to rest in the moonlight, except for the crackling sound of the campfire from time to time.

Camped deep in the dark mountains, the howls of unknown beasts could be heard in the distance, coming with the night wind.

A clear and cloudless night.

The hunter in charge of the vigil fiddled with the campfire, thinking that tomorrow must be a sunny day, and that the expedition that accompanied the rich teacher was almost over, and that he would be paid.

Suddenly, the hunter felt a little itchy in his neck.

He scratched hard.

I thought in my heart, with this treasure money, the little men in the family can finally eat meat for a long time, and only when they are full of meat can they grow taller, and they can practice martial arts in the future.

'Hey, why is it so itchy?' ’

The hunter scratched for a while, only to feel that his neck was getting more and more nourishing, and he couldn't help but pick hard, feeling that the touch seemed to be wrong, so he took it down and put it in front of the bonfire to take a look, and he couldn't help but be stunned at this look.

Another hunter who was keeping vigil was his neighbor, and when he saw him raising his hand with a dull expression, he reminded him.

"Don't be in a daze, keep a good vigil."

"Yes, a good vigil, a good vigil."

The hunter's face in the moonlight suddenly became a little wicked, and he repeated the answer in his mouth, but he stood up and walked towards the lake with his neck crooked.

The neighbors didn't notice his evil nature either.

It was a long time before the neighbors noticed that the hunter was gone.

This pee doesn't last that long.

He subconsciously stood up, muttering in his heart that he was also walking in the direction of the lake, looking for the hunter by the moonlight. After a while, he saw the hunter sleeping far away on the edge of the lake, and he suddenly cursed in his heart, this guy was actually lazy at this time, and he was not afraid of being taken away by the wolves in the mountains and forests when he ran here to lie down.

The enraged neighbor stepped forward and kicked the hunter in the body.

Wu mourning who is sleeping soundly in the camp.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and he smelled that faint incense ghost smell again!

"Ah!!!!h

Terrible screams came from outside the camp.

The next moment!

The two qi and blood were boiling, and the figures like big ovens rushed out of the camp at the same time, rushing to the screaming place in no particular order, and the momentum was like a tiger descending the mountain!

The whole camp was also awakened by this sudden scream, and the quiet camp suddenly became noisy.

Wait for Mei Fuzi to rush over.

One of them was grabbing the terrified hunter neighbor, while the other was seriously crouching down to study the corpse on the ground.

"How?"

Mei Jiexing asked how it was, not what was going on, obviously having discussed it, and expected such a thing to happen, so she had always been keenly aware of the situation outside the camp.

"Amitabha, this Tan Yue's head is gone."

The monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

The corpse on the ground was a headless corpse, and what was even more strange was that there was not a trace of blood spilling from the broken neck of this corpse, but it seemed to have been dead for several days, showing a gray color, and there was a disgusting putrid stench wafting away.

"It's not like he's just died."

Wu Mourning, who had seen fresh corpses in this regard, made a supplement.

But his gaze was like a sharp blade piercing the lake with jade chips in the moonlight. There, too, there is a faint smell of incense.