Yuan Chonghui thought about the way she looked back and smiled, and then he understood what it meant to look back and smile; Echoing her whispers, I knew what it meant to be ecstasy!

Fu Li's mouth made a smack: "This is a wonderful means of transforming yin and yang into clouds and rain, and in the middle of a hand, the ancient evil talisman has become the most yang and rigid righteous path spirit rune!"

After Fu Li sighed, his face suddenly changed, and he reminded Yuan Chonghui and said: "Childe, the beautiful predecessors have already flown away, and if we don't leave, we won't be able to leave!" After reminding, he slandered in his heart: "At a young age, I am so lustful, I don't know what will happen when I grow up?

Fu Li's reminder is painstaking: first, tell Yuan Chonghui not to look at this woman as young and beautiful, in fact, your ancestors are all young;

Of course, we can't blame Yuan Chonghui for being lustful, who wouldn't be stunning for such a beautiful woman? Not to mention that Yuan Chonghui is such a bloody young man! Everyone has a love for beauty!

Yuan Chonghui listened to Fu Li's reminder and hurriedly asked, "Old Fu, where are we running from?

"This ?......" Fu Li's speech was momentary. Fortunately, when others were old and experienced, and when their thoughts were circulating, they suddenly had an idea: "Just run from the route where the black-clothed masked man entered and exited before, you just follow my instructions!"

Under the guidance of Fu Li, he quickly found the cave where the black-clothed masked man entered and exited, and after three or two turns, he turned back into the mine. It seemed that the previous pit was underneath the mine, otherwise he wouldn't have returned to the mine so soon, he guessed in his mind.

Yuan Chonghui, who escaped from danger, returned to the mine, feeling relieved. He was pondering what the escaped woman meant by putting a spirit talisman into his dantian flame when a figure suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

"Hehe, you kid is really fateful, the three Soul Yuan Realm cultivators of the Xuandao Sect can't kill you, and now it's in my hands, where are you going?"

Yuan Chonghui was shocked when he saw the black-clothed masked man who suddenly appeared, could it be the one that appeared in the pit?

"It seems that the road is really narrow?" he sighed in his heart. Thinking of the few spiritual runes left in the storage ring, my heart was helpless for a while, and now my own situation, this is like someone said, "You saved the world, but you can't save yourself." ”

But he didn't want to be caught just like that, the fish in the fishing net would flick their tails, the flies in the spider webs would flick their legs, not to mention a big living person?

So Yuan Chonghui clasped his hands into fists: "This senior brother, I have no grudge against you in the past and no enmity in the near future, why is it like a maggot with a bone, entangled with my junior brother, what is the reason?"

The black-clothed masked man laughed: "Haven't you heard of the words 'the husband is not guilty of his crimes', as long as you share the hidden secrets of cultivation with me, senior brother, I will naturally show mercy to you, but are you willing to share it with me?"

If so, then it is not a secret, and the so-called secret of monasticism refers to chance and creation. There is a saying in the monastic world, "Cutting off people's paths, blocking people's paths, destroying people's paths, destroying people's foundations, taking away people's artificial, cutting down people's ways, disturbing people's hearts, destroying people's fruits, disturbing people's disasters, and so on, is better than killing people's parents."

The black-clothed masked man asked Yuan Chonghui to share his monastic secrets with him, which was undoubtedly an act of seizing artificiality, which was the same nature as obstructing the path of humanity.

Yuan Chonghui's eyes were cold: "Senior brother said this, it's just not negotiable?"

"Whether there is a discussion or not, it's not your decision, junior brother!" the black-clothed masked man was so relieved.

"I have a book of runes that I can give to my senior brother, can you let me go?" Yuan Chonghui took out the book that Huo Yingge had given him from the storage ring.

The black-clothed masked man shook his head: "If this Book of Runes is a good book, Senior Brother, you would have already made a big show in the Rune Dao, and you still used it to buy spirit runes in the Treasure Pavilion?"

"I have a book of anti-heaven sword dao exercises that I can borrow from my senior brother to watch for a few days, can you let me go?" Yuan Chonghui took out the sword path jade slip that Hong Lin gave him.

The black-clothed masked man laughed: "If you had a sword path technique against the sky, you would have slashed it a long time ago, and you are still grinding here!"

This person is really observant, and the analysis of the problem is not leaky, which is indeed terrifying.

Yuan Chonghui really couldn't do it: "Otherwise, I will be your little brother and serve you as the boss, if you need your little brother to be a gunman, I will not be ambiguous about my little brother!"

The black-clothed masked man stared at Yuan Chonghui: "Are you joking with me or are you playing tricks?"

Yuan Chonghui spread his hands: "But junior brother, I really don't have a secret to hide, you let me steal and rob it!"

The black-clothed masked man had a cold glint in his eyes: "Since you don't want to say it, it's a toast and don't eat and drink, you don't need to tell you the secret, I'll take it myself!"

"Don't! Don't!" Yuan Chonghui's hands hurriedly shook directly, "Since the senior brother has to do it, then the junior brother will give up my life to accompany the gentleman!

The black-clothed masked man looked up to the sky and smiled: "Do you have the capital to put forward conditions in front of me?"

"Senior brother, don't laugh, what the senior brother means is that we are all pure masters, since we want to do it, then the two of us have to be a bit like the masters, purely based on strength, not relying on any magic weapons and things outside the body, what do you think?" Yuan Chonghui stated his conditions.

"I see!" this was unexpected.

The reason why the black-clothed masked man didn't do it was because he was afraid that the secret on Yuan Chonghui's body was a magic weapon or something, and once he started to use it, he couldn't hold it. Unexpectedly, the other party actually proposed conditions such as not using magic weapons, which was exactly in his hands. does not rely on foreign objects, purely relying on strength, if he is a monk at the peak of the Soul Yuan Realm and can't take a little kid at the middle level of the Qi Yuan Realm, then what kind of Dao is he going to cultivate, find a crooked neck tree and hang him! But he has always been cautious and cautious, and he is still afraid of Yuan Chonghui's deception, so he proposed to swear with Dao Heart as a guarantee, and Yuan Chonghui agreed.

The reason why Yuan Chonghui put forward this condition is also helpless, the spirit runes on his body are exhausted, and the other party has any magic weapons and the like as a backhand, he doesn't know yet, rather than reaching out and being caught by the other party's magic weapon, it is better to open up and let go of his hands and feet to fight in a dignified manner, so that he dies happily and has no regrets.

The black-clothed masked man pinched his fingers and snapped: "It's been a long time since I've done anything with someone, I'll move my muscles and bones today, let's come up, don't say that I bully the small!"

Yuan Chonghui thought of Haoran Zhengqi, clenched his fists, and rushed up to the crown in anger, and the fierce strength that did not kill when his soul was not restored burst out again, this is the rhythm of life, and he can't afford to be lucky.

The black-clothed masked man also clenched his fists and greeted him.

There is no showmanship, there is no humble attitude of you and me, it is a fierce confrontation and collision of fighting spirit, spiritual power and fist strength.

Yuan Chonghui made the most ordinary one or three punches, and the black-clothed masked man made a streamer palm, the fist wind whirred, the palm wind gusted, and after a few rounds, Yuan Chonghui did not fall into the wind, which made the black-clothed masked man very surprised.

Monks of different realms, the degree of spiritual power in the body, the control of the spirit are different, and the exercises used are also different, the flowing palm of the black-clothed masked man is a technique that can only be controlled by the monks of the Soul Yuan Realm, and its advanced degree is far more than the one or three punches used by Yuan Chonghui, but he didn't expect the two to fight evenly, and the black-clothed masked man couldn't help but be surprised.

Surprised to surprised, a playful smile appeared on the corner of the black-clothed masked man's mouth: "Stinky boy, see how long you can hold on!" He was sure that the spiritual power in Yuan Chonghui's body could not withstand a long fierce battle, and once the spiritual power was exhausted, it would be the time to be caught!

The two fought for a few more rounds, Yuan Chonghui couldn't dodge, he ate a palm on his shoulder, and his spiritual power penetrated through his body, breaking the rhythm of his own spiritual power, and his steps suddenly became staggering. Yuan Chonghui secretly screamed that it was not good, his level of one or three punches was too low, and he was far less flexible than the opponent's streamer palm in terms of the flow of breath and the rotation rhythm of his body, and he would definitely finish playing like this, what should I do?

After receiving a few more palms, he gritted his teeth and cast a thousand lotus palms, which was also one of his secrets, and he never dared to use it with others, but at this time, in order to save his life, he couldn't care about it. I saw the palm shadow flying up and down, and the end was extraordinary, and suddenly the previous disadvantage was pulled back.

Seeing Yuan Chonghui's Thousand-Hand Lotus Palm, the black-clothed masked man's eyes lit up, and he said in his heart that this exercise was not simple! Although he couldn't see the level of the Thousand-Hand Lotus Palm, his eyesight and perception as a Soul Yuan Realm also knew that the level of this exercise was extraordinary, and it was only higher than his own Streamer Palm.

The black-clothed masked man was smiling, and his heart said that it would not work if he didn't put some pressure, now you see, the pressure is great, and this stinky boy began to take out the real guy, if the pressure is greater, won't this stinky boy's secret be squeezed out little by little?

The black-clothed masked man here has made up his mind to increase the pressure little by little to squeeze out Yuan Chonghui's secret, but Yuan Chonghui's side is already bitter and can't say it at this time. Because although the thousand-handed lotus palm has stabilized the situation for the time being, the spiritual power consumed is also huge, and it won't be long before the spiritual power will be exhausted, and then the spiritual power will be exhausted and defeated without a fight.

"Why is it a thousand hands, can't one hand, doesn't this save a lot of spiritual power?" Yuan Chonghui's heart was like fire, and he was full of resentment, and he couldn't help but sneer.

As soon as the belly was finished, my heart couldn't help but move, and the words of the blood drinking knife that Lao Fu said before sounded, "Blood drinking is not to drink the blood of the enemy and the blood of the other party, but to say that the person who uses the knife must integrate his blood and invincible belief into the knife, move forward, and control the enemy with one knife", " Could it be that the same is true of the thousand-handed lotus palm, the thousand hands do not refer to hitting the palm many times in a very short period of time, but the palm is as fast as the wind, and its phantom looks like a thousand hands, but in fact, it is just a palm, condensing the power of a thousand palms in one palm, and one palm determines the world, just like the ancient evil talisman that the fairy sister in the jade Linglong grabbed all over the place before, just grab it!"

Thinking of this, Yuan Chonghui was excited, "Yes, just do this, without the courage to break the cauldron and sink the boat, there will be no vitality for life after death!"

Yuan Chonghui, who made up his mind, after dodging the face-to-face palm of the black-clothed masked man, recited the Haoran Righteous Qi Formula, his mind turned sharply, and he mobilized all the spiritual power in the Danhu Lake to gather on his arm, and when he heard Yuan Chonghui's urgent call, the dantian fire in the Danhu Lake became bright, and it was a flame, and the spiritual power in the Danhu Lake was like hot water in a boiling pot, boiling, and the spiritual power was soaring, rushing towards the arm.

Yuan Chonghui was red-faced at this time, his eyes were wide with anger, and he integrated his enthusiasm and invincible belief into the spiritual power in his arm, and struck at the black-clothed masked man with a wave of his palm.

The black-clothed masked man was taken aback when he saw Yuan Chonghui like this, knowing that the other party was fighting for the last time, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body to meet it.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, kick! Yuan Chonghui took a few steps back.

The black-clothed masked man rolled backwards for more than a dozen steps, and with a click, his whole body was broken, and he fell into the dust.