"Huh?"

The sound of the heartbeat grew louder and louder, faint at first, but soon echoed in everyone's ears.

When they reacted, they were shocked to realize that their heartbeat was actually affected by it, because it was triggered, overlapped with it, and their hearts palpitated very much.

"The heartbeat is weird, be careful!"

Someone shouted a reminder that it was too late.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, a palm of flesh came and went, and the dazzling eyes were already imprinted on Chen Zhuo's chest, and the palm power was extremely thick.

One person stepped forward, and the other two followed, turning into the air, and it was a fist and leg work.

It was Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci who shot it, as well as other Xuan Compassion and Xuan Difficulty.

"Ah, be careful!"

Ah Zi exhaled urgently.

Chen Zhuo can't block it, and he can't look at it.

"Bang!"

The fists and legs fell together, Chen Zhuo's face was expressionless, looking at Duan Siping and Jintai monks, as well as Murong Longcheng and others.

His face rose red, his feet were steady, his clothes were wild, and his external force was like a breeze blowing on his face, without any damage.

"The monk will actually make a sneak attack, and he is much smarter than those who only know how to hit the bell and chant the scriptures."

As he spoke, he was unharmed, but those who were connected to his heartbeat all coughed up blood and vomited blood, and as if they had been hit hard, they became bloodless and collapsed to the ground.

And the three of them, who came quickly, retreated faster, beckoned and fell, they were already retreating, staggering back more than ten steps after landing, and the people who were hit by others turned over on their backs, rolled into a piece, and no one entered again.

Chen Zhuo withdrew his heartbeat, beckoned to a few people in his eyes, and said casually: "Why don't you come and give it a try?" ”

The Jintai monk folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows and recited the Buddha's name, his face did not show joy and anger, and said calmly: "Since the poor monk learned that there is such an existence as a person surnamed Chen in the world, he has always had a wish and wants to compete with him; To tell you the truth, my boxing method is what my master learned in that chessboard, and then passed it on to me, and today I am about to be the master for a while. ”

"Oh, Jintai is this a warlike heart? It's rare, it's rare, but this person's methods are really endless," Duan Siping's eyes burned, and the more he looked at it, the fresher he felt, and said: "Take his heart with his own heart, one glory and one loss?" ”

The blue-robed scribe suddenly spoke: "Since you want to fight, don't involve the innocent, let's go to the mountains to fight and have a good time." ”

Murong Longcheng stared at Chen Zhuo tightly, only when this person had not shown his full strength for a while, his eyes were already gloomy and could drip water, but he threw out two words lukewarmly: "Immortal pill!" ”

He wanted the elixir.

All the people present, if they talk about qualifications, there is no one more qualified than them to get the elixir.

At this time, a little novice ran in and said to Xuan Ci, who was weak-faced: "Oh, it's not good, abbot, there is a thin man like a sick ghost down the mountain, holding an iron lance in his hand, and he has split our mountain gate, and he is very tight, threatening to take the 'elixir' and the 'daytime ascension' secret, otherwise he will ......."

"Hehe, it's so lively, don't waste your tongue, I'm coming in by myself."

Before the little monk finished speaking, a rough voice like thunder suddenly exploded in the field. This voice is not a roar, but calm and strong, only as soon as he speaks, the flat ground is fishy, flying sand and stones, some people's breath is unstable, the courage is weak, immediately dizzy, eardrums bulging, legs are weak and almost did not lie down on the spot, have retreated to both sides.

The faces of everyone present changed, and this wave of unsettled waves rose again and again.

The person who came "snorted", walked slowly, but the torn armor squirmed, crisp and sound, and walked in in front of everyone's eyes.

"Ahh

When this person first appeared, many people's pupils suddenly shrank, their faces looked frightened, and they all exclaimed in surprise. What they saw in their eyes was not a human, but a hideous blood tiger, grinning with bared teeth and covered in blood, leaping into the air from the wind.

But when I stabilized my mind and looked at it again, I saw a thin man with a sallow face in the snow, with long hair like artemisia grass, a face like a sick ghost, collapsed cheeks, and extremely thin, which looked like a master of the world.

This man's arms were strangely long, and an iron lance was rusty, five or six feet long, and the more he looked at it, the more bizarre it became.

"Huh? It's you. This thin man's eyes are like a waking lion, he seems to be awake but not awake, he seems to be asleep but not asleep, and it is not black and white, it is more like two ambers, when he looked at Murong Longcheng, he suddenly lit up, and then frowned and thought hard, "What's your name?" ”

Murong Longcheng had shown an indescribable surprise in his eyes since this person appeared, that is, even Chen Zhuo didn't pay attention to it, his cheeks were tense, and his voice was hoarse: "You are Li Cunxiao?" ”

Li Cunxiao.

If it was said that everyone was just shocked and shocked by Chen Zhuo's methods, then this name made them all stand in place stupidly, dazed for a moment, and then one by one they were like crazy and stunned.

"Li Cunxiao? Is he the Flying Tiger General Li Cunxiao? How can he be Li Cunxiao! ”

A group of people is like a ghost.

The peerless fierce generals more than two hundred years ago, the world-beating masters who were comparable to the overlords of Western Chu, were still in the world, or appeared in front of them.

Li Cunxiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he swept away the confusion and said: "I remember, it is Murong Dragon City, the Xianbei Relic Clan!" ”

"Ah, this person is Murong Dragon City, isn't that the ancestor of the Murong family, the supreme master who created the 'Dou Zhuan Star Shift' in the past? It's still alive. ”

"And the old monk, someone called him 'Jintai', isn't he the first person in the world back then?"

"The rest of them are by no means ordinary, and their origins must be earth-shattering."

……

How dare a group of people have any covetous intentions now, there are these figures, don't say they, that is, all the people in the entire martial arts combined, I am afraid that they will not be pleased.

"Huh?" And when Chen Zhuo saw the comer, his eyes gradually dispersed at will, and he swept the other party's dry and thin physique that seemed to be exhausted and his qi and blood were decayed, and he smiled with a strange smile, "I actually know the method of 'inner fist' to survive and continue to die." ”

Don't look at this physical body, which is as thin as firewood, and you don't see three or two pieces of flesh, but just one thought, I'm afraid that you can be full of energy, abduct your muscles and bones, and restore your full body.

"What a surprise!" Chen Zhuo said secretly in his heart.

Thinking about him for so many years, since the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, he has galloped in all directions, and he can't remember how long he hasn't encountered such a method.

However, the strength of this person is probably strong in the physical body, and Chen Zhuo did not get a glimpse of the shadow of the "inner boxing" from his movements, it should be a unique way to continue his life, it seems that what he has learned is not an extremely terrible horizontal hard skill, or an extraordinary foreign kung fu.

Thinking of this, when everyone didn't know why, Chen Zhuo's legs were closed, and he was already sitting in the void, and outside his body, layers of invisible fluctuations had been spreading continuously, obscure, and Ah Zi was also covered in it.

The two of them flickered and disappeared in place.

"Want to escape?"

"Hugh away!"

When he moved, the others immediately became agitated.

But when a few people chased after them, they saw that Chen Zhuo had arrived in a Buddhist hall.

This Buddha hall is empty, only a Buddha statue stands alone in it, not a god and Buddha, but a clay statue of a monk.

Bodhidharma Patriarch.

Murong Longcheng stood outside the hall and said coldly: "Boy, it's too late to regret it now, you can't escape today!" ”

"Run?" Chen Zhuo glanced at the Dharma on the platform, flicked his fingers, and a drop of crystal blood beads rolled and flew out on his fingertips, impartial, and pointed at the eyebrows of the clay statue, "Hehe...... Ha ha...... Wake up! ”

He smiled lightly, and then raised his hand to push, and a miraculous force fell on the clay statue's body in an instant.

In the midst of laughter, the mottled mud statue suddenly shook its body, and the Buddha's eyes lit up and opened them.

(End of chapter)