The energy in the body drives the external qi to flow around the body in a very mysterious streamer, and the three hands of the night are weak, and the qi is wrapped around the gravel and fallen leaves as if they are suctioned and floats slowly, more than a foot from the ground, trembling and majestic.

I also know how much about the strangeness of this lost mental method, and after the energy is superimposed, it can be forcibly ascended, which makes Mo Wancheng, a martial artist who has been in the martial arts for a long time, feel a little terrifying. Especially unconsciously, he didn't notice that the other party's qi was circulating at all, and he felt that the air flow between heaven and earth was getting thicker and thicker.

For example, the imperial qi of a qi refining martial artist can do whatever he wants in the Nine Transformations Realm, which is something that foreign martial artists do not have.

Just in the blink of an eye, two tornadoes were erected, and all the dead things in the circle below his eyes were vacated, this Hou Ye, who had also been in charge of the power of life and death in a state, naturally knew more or less about it, and did not dare to take it lightly, and quickly gathered all his strength in his hands, and raised his spirit, facing this legendary domineering mental method that can break the low realm and the high realm.

How can the three watches who have bitterness in their hearts like a dumb person eating Coptis not want to accumulate any more strength, just like the nine stops and nine lines in Dancheng that day, Hai Dongqing, who fought in the same realm and stayed up for a long time in the sky, can be regarded as a chip to suppress him.

It's just that this is not what it used to be, and the state is not as good as when it was in its heyday, and the day before, the good courtyard of the watershed, which can already be called an immortal in the world, is still in my ears, and the disadvantages brought about by this domineering exercise are really frightening.

After receiving two heavy blows from Mo Wancheng, unexpectedly, the Celestial Phenomena Realm in a state of full maturity broke through to enter the ninth turn by chance, even so, the continuous injury coughing up blood and the churning of the qi veins in the body just now, made Ye Sangen dare not accumulate strength again to five stops or even higher.

Everyone understands the principle of striking first, feeling the changes in the surrounding qi, and not daring to let Ye Sangen take the lead, Mo Wanqian took the lead and strode forward, as if driving the power of heaven and earth, the hair is open, the robe rolls and hunts, two or three zhang distance is in the blink of an eye, jumping high, full of mighty power from top to bottom, and smashing down heavily.

Decades of power turned into a palm, as if this world was involved in deformation, which can be imagined.

Ye San frantically absorbed the qi around him, his sleeves were swollen, and he waved his palms to greet him.

After a brief silence when the two palms intersected, it exploded instantly.

The sun and the moon changed color, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

As if he came quickly, Mo Wanren's body rebounded like an arrow off the string, flying upside down.

Ye San is more naturally not brisk, the qi around the body is like a deflated, and he can't stop retreating, and after a mountain makes a block, the two of them still don't lose their castration and retreat straight to a few zhang before they stop in embarrassment.

The dust cleared, and a bare-chested Taoist priest appeared in the middle of the hand, and stood with his hands closed.

"The two donors just don't care about my purity, do you have to fight to the death?"

Mo Wancheng, who has lived in Wudang Mountain for four years, naturally recognized people, and he didn't know what kind of identity he could have such a high level of Taoist priesthood.

The topless Taoist priest waved his sleeves, fanned the dust and smoke in front of him a few times, and said: "It is better to settle the grievances than to tie the knot, since the two of you are in my Wudang, listen to my advice, what has to be a life and death fight, it is better to calm down......"

"Then my grandson will not die in vain!" Mo Wanyan's eyes were split, and he obviously did not accept the persuasion of the Taoist priest with a chest, "How can this son not die to comfort my grandson's spirit in the sky!" ”

Ye San even reached out and held Ye Yao's hand because he was worried about groping up, and was about to speak, but Ye Yao, who had already guessed his identity, said in a choked voice: "Back in Beijing, the Mo family only provoked trouble for their own selfish interests for no reason, and indirectly killed more than ten members of the family, who should they turn to for comfort?"

Mo Wanqian was furious and shouted: "How can those flat-headed people compare with my Mo family!"

"All living beings are equal, how can they not be compared?"

"Female baby strong words!"

Mo Wanqian was angry because of the two words of the night, so he wanted to make a move, and the Taoist priest took a step diagonally towards him, but he didn't see any movement, and the dark clouds that had receded above the cloudy nine heavens slowly overshadowed again, and the muffled thunder in the clouds.

Don't say it's Mo Wanren, the third night is also shocked in his heart, such a heart will move at will, and the flow of the qi machine will lead to changes in the sky, and the depth of cultivation is really amazing.

Affected by the hand-to-hand fight that was comparable to Tianwei just now, the little Taoist boy who was far away ran on a leopard, hiding behind the master, shrinking his head to look at the angry Mo Wanren, and then looking at the night three watches over there, the little Taoist boy who was obviously ignorant of the world invited such a killing god by mistake, and his heart was terrified.

On the contrary, as a master, he has to solve one or two no matter what. Whether it is disturbing the purity of the Daomen, or sincerely persuading peace, Master, isn't it just to close the tail for the apprentice.

Seeing that the bare-chested Taoist priest was domineering, Mo Wanqian calmed down, and pointed to the third watch of the night, "The boy surnamed Ye, others are afraid that your old husband doesn't care, let's write down the new and old grudges first, Qingshan will not change, sooner or later you will be asked to pay for your blood debts!" ”

Ye San didn't care about Mo Wancheng's threat, the rivers and lakes are in the rivers and lakes, aren't all kinds of reasons in the world just that the cycle of cause and effect can be connected and endless?

Mo Wanqian looked at the bare-chested Taoist priest again, snorted coldly, and shook his hand away.

Until the crane-haired old man disappeared into the mountain road, the field returned to calm again, and there was no lively pilgrims to see, pointing and pointing at each other, and returning to the same as before.

The great monk Yishan fought a nameless fight, although it was pleasant for him, a militant, but for no reason, he was also depressed, and said a little angrily: "Who is this old man, he will fight when he fights, and he will do it if he doesn't know it, it's too inauthentic." ”

Because he was afraid that his sister would be worried, Ye San raised his hand and rubbed his chest without any traces, and the energy in his body traveled to relieve the stagnation of the inner meridians, and explained: "Mo Wanyan, the grandfather of Mo Huaiying of the Mo family in Beijing. ”

As for the great monk who only heard about what happened in Beijing three years ago and didn't know the details, he can understand it even if he wonders. When the third night of the Chinese New Year's Eve was one night to pick two halls, one was the watershed good family, and the other was the Yongzhou Mo family, which shocked the capital, and even the one above personally ordered a thorough investigation. Although it was somehow closed in the end, but there was a debtor and a master, and on the surface, the matter was not mentioned, and it was not known how many means these two secretly used to find the culprit.

The enemies were very red when they saw each other, but Yishan understood that the white-haired man sent the black-haired old man to such a radical behavior could be justified.

Because the frightened horse who had just left the earth-shattering battle was pulled back by a water, the tall and thin monk still didn't understand, he said: "Yongzhou is so far away in the southwest, he came to you, faster than both of us?" ”

It is true that not only the great monk who does things and thinks about things can't figure it out, but the two sisters and brothers of the night third watch are naturally puzzled.

The top-chested Taoist priest slowly approached the front, bowed slightly, and sang "Blessing is immeasurable".

Ye San hurriedly hugged his fists, Ye Yao was also the chief, and the two great monks who had never been bound by the number of etiquette were also clasped together and saluted, respectfully.

"The donor of the Mo family has been living in my mountain for nearly four years, and by chance I learned that the night donor worships the mountain to have this result, which is really not handled properly by my mountain gate, and I hope that the night donor is not strange."

The ability to open his mouth to tell nonsense made the little Taoist boy behind him dumbfounded, blushed, and pulled the corner of the master's clothes.

The bare-chested Taoist priest ignored the little Taoist boy, and bent down again very politely, full of apologies.

This made Ye San even more flattered, and hurriedly reached out to hold it, but in the next moment, the chest-braided Taoist priest shot like electricity, like a snake coiled turtle climbing up, connecting a few acupuncture points from the wrist to the shoulder, and then the five fingers slid down on the former's arm, and the only half of the tattered sleeve left when he was fighting with Mo Wanren just now was also torn.

Electrifying and flint, it doesn't give anyone a chance to react at all.

The bare-chested Taoist priest turned sideways, and a milky white energy visible to the naked eye broke out from the hand of the third watchman of the night, hitting the ground outside the zhang, and the hard as a mountain stone also broke through a big round pit in an instant.

The chest-bracing Taoist priest shot in the Tai Chi Eight Methods, and withdrew his hand in a squeezing style, thunderbolt was too fast to cover his ears, and the body of the third night was uncontrollable and retreated, and the roar under his feet was like stepping on thunder, and he stopped in five or six steps, and hit a mountain behind him was also a stumbling block.

Wait until you stop, and then look at the fist-sized round pits under your feet.

Ye Sangen frowned, and without waiting to speak, the chest-bracing Taoist priest spoke first: "The power of the night benefactor's mental method is heavy, and you must pay attention to it in the future." ”

The other party can see that the reaction force of his own mental method is still expected, such as the great dream of the mysterious atrium on the watershed, and he can see through the benefits and disadvantages in a moment, but this chest-bracing Taoist priest can remove the accumulated qi in his body with his hand, which really makes Ye San even more surprised.

Since I was a child, I naturally understood that every time this set of mental methods was used, the inner meridians were torn in a short period of time, and I could feel the changes in my body.

Naturally, he was worried about his younger brother, and Ye Yaoer frowned and asked urgently: "Is there a way for the seniors to solve it?" ”

The bare-chested Taoist priest laughed, "The female benefactor's inaction remarks yesterday were like thunder, how can she be stubborn today." ”

Stretched out his finger and nodded at the night watch, and the Taoist priest smiled and said: "Sticking to the original intention is the original heart, and the night donor has a sword in his heart, which is a first-class domineering." What Lao Jun said is inaction, and going with the flow is the original meaning. After speaking, the top-chested Taoist priest turned around, held the little Taoist boy on the leopard on his shoulder, and strode away.

Xiao Daotong turned around three times in one step, naturally curious to see what the strange four people did next, but he was dragged away quickly by the bare-chested Taoist priest.

Naturally, he was very puzzled by Master's behavior, and even more wondered that Master would make a move.

The master has been passed down from generation to generation, and the emphasis is on not asking about foreign affairs, and the master rarely leaves Little Lotus Peak and has a stomach, which is even more puzzling now. However, compared to the fact that the master is still acceptable at the moment, the master is so polite just now, and the little Taoist boy can't bear it.

Turning a small road, seeing that there was no one on the left and right, the topless Taoist priest raised his hand and sat cross-legged in a few points in front of his chest, and the surrounding air flow was like ripples in the lake, rippling in a circle, and the original breeze of the side of the world quickly returned to calm, and the birds were silent.

Xiao Daotong didn't know what the situation was with his master, so he hurriedly got off the leopard and was about to step forward, but he was dragged aside by this extremely humane pet, and the yellow finch that was always nowhere to be seen came uninvited, hovering over the head of the topless Taoist priest, not to say chirping, even if the wings fluttered, it was so bizarre that there was no sound.

The face of the bare-chested Taoist priest was like this gloomy sky, and it was only after a moment that it turned back to its original color, and the air flow was inexplicably agitated, scattering around him.

The leopard took a step forward to block the little Taotong, and the strong air flow consciously bypassed in an arc, blowing the surrounding branches and falling leaves.

As the chested Taoist exhaled a breath of turbidity, three qi machines were strangely coiled up on the top of his head, and the essence and spirit returned to the source and entered the void, and the curling did not disperse.

The yellow finch became a fine man, and when he opened his mouth, he sucked it into his stomach, like a full meal, and chattered non-stop.

Seeing that the top-chested Taoist priest opened his eyes, Xiao Daotong looked worried, "Master..."

"These two people really dare to fight each other, and it's really not easy to get along." The bare-chested Taoist priest stood up with a solemn face.

Seeing that the master was also full of anger when he spoke, Xiao Daotong was also a lot relieved, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and there was more worship in his eyes, and he said, "Master, you are so powerful, then why don't you teach me?" ”

"Teach you a hammer." looked out of tune again, and the bare-chested Taoist priest pouted and said: "You know how to use a hammer, let's talk about it after you learn it first." ”

The topless Taoist priest walked away with his hands behind his back and shook his hands, "I haven't even learned the housekeeping skills of our Heavenly Daoist Sect, and I still think about the pot, I'm not afraid of killing you with a hammer." ”

For the first time, he happily accepted the master's foul language, and the little Taoist boy trotted to catch up with the master, and rarely patted the horse's ass, "Those two donors can stir up the qi of heaven and earth, and the master will compare them to the two as soon as he makes a move, and the master is powerful, powerful." ”

The bare-chested Taoist priest ignored him.

Xiao Daotong had a flattering expression, "Master, which layer of cultivation do you belong to our Daomen?" You're so good, do you have to go back to the truth? Outside the mountain, you must be an immortal in the world, right? Master, how high are you in kung fu? What about comparing with Zhang Shangfu? ”

Like the yellow finch glowing with a faint golden light in mid-air, the little Taoist boy was chattering and chattering.

The top-chested Taoist priest stopped, looked at the apprentice who had already reached his chest, tilted his head and thought for a while, "As tall as you." ”

Xiao Daotong scratched his head, not knowing why.