"Good cultivation, whoever comes, report your name!"

Wuyazi listened to the Taoist song that flew into his ears, his white shirt waved, his sleeves lifted, and he opened his mouth with a clear and long roar, like a white crane rushing to the sky, jumping into the air and going away one by one.

Coincidentally, Duan Siping carried his hands on his back, his shoulders did not move, his feet did not move, but the person was volleyed off the ground, like a divine sword flying into the sky, and it was also out of Shaolin, and it shot at a mountain top on Shaolin Mountain.

Murong Longcheng glanced at Chen Zhuo coldly, and turned around, the person had turned into a wisp of urgent shadow, and his red robe rolled, as if a fire had floated out of Shaolin.

The Jintai monk faced Li Cunxiao, looked at Chen Zhuo again, raised his hand and invited: "Please!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he took the lead in moving, and his steps looked soothing, but it was only one step, and the person had stepped into the wind and snow, crossed the temple wall, and stepped out of Shaolin.

The blue-robed scribe followed closely, his figure moving like a ghost, and there were layers of phantoms following him as he walked around, dexterous and changeable, strange and gratuitous.

Li Cunxiao looked at the few people who had already started to compete, grinned, and even more simply, his legs squirmed, his muscles and flesh were knotted, and he became so thick and strong, and the gravel at his feet was trembling.

Immediately squatted down slowly, only to hear a wild laugh of "Ha", a thunder on the ground, this person has disappeared, leaving only a big pit with a wide path, a figure in the air carrying an iron lance on his shoulder, sliding his hands and feet, only jumping up more than ten zhang high like a beast, like a mandrill jumping stream, soaring away.

After landing, there was another "boom", stomped up, and then jumped into the air, so strong that it was not like flesh and blood.

Chen Zhuo squinted his eyes and swept a few people, and suddenly pointed back at his hand, and a ray of light appeared from his fingertips, falling into Ah Zi's eyebrows.

Ah Zi was still in a trance, but as soon as her brilliance fell, she immediately felt that her mind rose, and there were many more things in her mind out of thin air.

"Hehe, you have to hide, see if you can take the opportunity to grab a few elixirs, if you can't grab it, it doesn't matter, I'll teach you a few kung fu another day, and I'm sure you can dominate the rivers and lakes one day sooner or later."

Chen Zhuo blinked after speaking, flicked his sleeves with a smile, and immediately saw a rapid wind wrapped in frost and snow drifting into the Buddha hall, rolling Ah Zi into it, and then drifting out in a hurry.

When Ah Zi was sent out of the distance, the golden body of Bodhidharma on the side suddenly moved, the wooden staff was a little apart, and the dragon and tiger turned by the frost and snow outside the hall immediately poked into the head from the outside, and they all bowed their heads.

Chen Zhuo took a step forward and stood on top of the tiger's head.

Bodhidharma's golden body is connected to his qi, and he moves in unison, standing proudly above the dragon's head.

In the roar of the tiger and the dragon, the two beasts twisted their bodies and swung their tails, like living creatures, chasing after the several figures that broke through the air

Looking at the top of the rivers and lakes that went away one after another, Qiao Feng's tiger eyes lit up, and his heart was extremely longing.

In this battle, I am afraid that there is no one before and no one in the future, but unfortunately with his current strength, he is still reluctant to face such a vulgar strong player, but it is not without a chance; He has obtained the momentum of "one thousand and one", and he has to teach "Innate Supreme Qi" to another person, the offense and defense are close to the extreme, and in recent times, the strength of a body is even higher, and the entry can be described as a thousand miles a day, if there is more time, there will be a place for him in this battle.

Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci saw that he was looking far away, and couldn't help but explain: "Qiao gang leader, don't be discouraged, although such characters are beyond the world's guess, but you are extremely talented and extraordinary, and you will be able to compete with them in the future." ”

In the turmoil of Shicai, only Qiao Feng was unscathed and stood proudly on the spot.

Hearing this, he said in a deep voice: "Qiao Mou is not discouraged, but regrets that he was not born earlier, and competed with these peerless Tianjiao wizards, but there will be a chance." ”

"Do it!"

At this time, the strong people have gone, the storm has risen, and a shout of killing sounded from the pile of people unexpectedly.

In an instant, dozens of figures burst into trouble, their eyes showed a fierce light, and they made a sharp killing move against a group of good hands in the rivers and lakes beside them, in the sword light and sword shadow, everyone had not recovered from the shock, and they were caught off guard, they were seriously injured and fell to the ground, killing on the spot, screaming one after another, and the blood was dazzling.

But it is the master of "Xixia Yipintang", together with the good hands of the Tibetan Tantra, all of them are here to compete for the "elixir".

"Kill!"

"Go find the elixir!"

"Kill!"

……

The scuffle is fighting, and the bloody wind is back.

The thousand-year-old temple was immediately stained with blood.

……

The peaks are undulating, and the snow is flying in the sky.

"Old way, let's go!"

Between the mountains and ravines, a long howl was heard from afar, and the mountains were silent, and the beasts were dormant; However, at the same time as the whistle sounded, a person had already fled into the air, like a bird circling, coming like an arrow, like a white cloud and a clear wind.

The man appeared on the front foot, and several figures followed him, and in the blink of an eye, they did not want to be left behind.

As far as the eye can see, someone may fly away like a meteor striking lightning; Or someone strides wildly, over the mountains and mountains, as if walking on the ground; Or someone rides a dragon and a tiger, pounces and swims, shocking the world.

The group seemed to be in the world, the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas as the battle, galloping to their heart's content, wanting to fight.

Murong Longcheng swept sideways, flying close to the ground, his red robe covering the sky like a cloud of fire, full of might.

He said coldly: "Boy, I don't dare to keep up." ”

Chen Zhuo listened helplessly, this guy is really cautious enough, not only to fight for his kung fu, but also to talk about the sword can not fall, he sat on the back of the ice tiger, the wind beside him flowed backwards, the mountains and rivers went backwards, and he replied flatly: "If you are really capable, you will not do a war of words here, your retreat on the Ethereal Peak, there is no chance of victory, and you will definitely lose today." ”

He said so, but in his heart he thought about something else, the Taoist song sung by the previous person was unusual, and it was related to the person surnamed Chen.

His eyes froze, and in the wind and snow at the pole of his eyes, a donkey was jumping fast.

It's really fast, and it's unusually fast.

The donkey's fur is mixed, but the four hooves are snow-white, barking while walking, the donkey screams harshly, as if deliberately pulling them, and the "uh-huh" tone is undulating and tactful, the more you listen to it, the more strange it becomes, just like a thief's cheap smile, which makes people's faces black.

On the back of a donkey, a sloppy Taoist sat sideways, carrying an unsheathed wooden sword; The wooden sword is also different, the wood surface is slightly dark, it is actually lightning strike wood, and there is a green bamboo pole in his hand, and there is a grass rope hanging at the head of the pole, and the rope is decorated with an old ginseng, which is hung in front of the miscellaneous donkey, swaying and leisurely, and the deviation is a few inches.

But I saw that the miscellaneous donkey's four hooves were like flying, stretching his neck, and he kept gnawing the old ginseng in front of him, but he couldn't touch it alive or dead, and the faster he ran, it was simply stepping on the snow without a trace, chasing the wind and electricity.

Xu was startled by the long howl of Wuyazi, and suddenly saw the donkey flick its tail, and a lump of donkey dung flew out from behind the buttocks.

In such an evil scene, Duan Siping and Jintai monks also twitched the corners of their eyebrows, and their faces turned dark.

The blue-robed scribe still had the gas of an old pedant, looking at the donkey dung, he couldn't help but spit angrily, and said with a gloomy smile: "Damn, this miscellaneous donkey is not human, how can the more you listen to the scream, the more it looks like it is laughing at us...... Hey, you see, this beast is still looking back at us and grinning and frowning...... Dog, I have to chop it up today. ”

The old road didn't move, it seemed that he was sleeping, holding a bamboo pole, he was napping, he didn't want the donkey to see that he couldn't bite the old ginseng, so he suddenly turned his head and spit on it, and then shook his buttocks, and threw the old way down, and slipped into the mountains, disappeared, leaving a string of strange screams.

Even Chen Zhuo was a little dumbfounded at this time.

Is it really psychic?

The old Taoist priest floated down, finally stopped, stretched his hands out, yawned, and then wiped the saliva on his face, shook his head with a wry smile, and then looked at everyone, and said: "Amitayus longevity, poor Taoist Fuyaozi, I have seen you!" ”

The person who came turned out to be Chen Tuan's ancestor.

(End of chapter)