Tang Qian rushed into Xia Yubing's room, but the thin master was not ready to stop at all, his people also followed, and as if he didn't see the rest of the people in his eyes, his fist pointed at Tang Qian, and when his slightly hunched body raised his fist, it seemed to hold up the entire sky.

I don't know why, the master waved his fist slightly, and there was no flow of aura around him, but there would be a breeze blowing around.

The fist fell, but Tang Qian was not knocked away again, because he had already taken out his sword.

"The aura is overflowing, and it is a manifestation of the magic power reaching an incredible time. Tang Qian sighed, it really hurt.

The master didn't speak, he raised his hand and stretched out two fingers, just flicked it lightly, and then the sword in Tang Qian's hand was a little uncontrollable, and went in the other direction.

"Oh?" "The master couldn't help but say strangely: "The ordinary sword is either broken, or it flies off the hand-" Before he finished speaking, the other hand had already arrived, clenching his fist, the appearance of this master's fist made Xia Yubing who was on the side a little stunned, because this is obviously not the way a monk or a scholar should have a fist, his fingers are very thin, and he can even feel the obvious edges and corners on it, leaving only the natural edges and corners of the skin and bones. And the fist he clenched was not particularly dead, not completely clenched, but there were some gaps, and the fingers were attached to each other virtually or solidly, and there were many changes in the martial arts that Xia Yubing could understand from this fist, and she knew that there would only be more martial arts that she didn't know, and there would only be more changes in this fist.

The fist only stayed in front of her eyes for a moment. She could only see so much, and then when this fist hit Tang Qian, what she was thinking in her heart was not that her house was probably going to be destroyed, but that she was thinking, why could a monk have such a high level of martial arts cultivation?

There are also two hundred lifespans for martial arts, so Xia Yubing can hear about some legendary martial arts masters.

The fist had already arrived in front of Tang Qian, Tang Qian's hand holding the sword actually let go for a moment, and then his hand grabbed the middle of the sword at a faster speed than the sword flying out, and his sword was not pulled out, so he just flicked his fingers, and the broken iron sword spun in his hand and then returned to him again, blocking another punch.

Xia Yubing didn't have time to applaud, she could barely see what had just happened, but she didn't notice that Tang Qian's brows were furrowed heavily, and Xia Yubing suddenly felt that her clothes were tight, and she and Zhou Sheng were all thrown out.

Immediately after that, she saw that Tang Qian's sword suddenly lost its purpose, the master's figure disappeared, and some of them were getting smaller, and the master appeared behind Tang Qian, and then instantly knocked Tang Qian into the bottom of the house. After that, the house completely collapsed.

The lifelong monk coughed and rushed out of the wooden house, and he threw the two of them out just now.

Tang Qian violently broke through the wooden house, if he continued in this narrow small space, he might be beaten to death by this master who looked weak, he had just landed on the master like a shadow, clinging to his back.

It's incredibly fast.

Tang Qian also seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him, even seven or eight pairs of eyes, every time the master was incredibly fast, he could avoid it as much as possible, or use a sword to block it, and the master would take about four or five punches to hit Tang Qian.

Every step under the master's feet is not like stepping on the ground, and his whole person is like floating in the air, his steps are very light, as light as if he is two taels of cotton wool.

"Why can he have such good martial arts when he is a monk?" Xia Yubing asked.

"The monks are very talented, and they have a lot of time. He sighed, "Most monks are not particularly strong, and only a few, such as Buddhist monks, are known for their bodies. And many monks will learn martial arts in order to make up for their shortcomings, and most of them are so as not to be beaten to death by standing in front of them. The lifelong monk was a little dignified: "This person doesn't seem to be, he is trying to cooperate with the spells he is good at to better kill others." ”

"You just seemed to throw us out with a lot of force. Xia Yubing suddenly remembered something.

"Well......" The lifelong monk was a little speechless: "My Buddha is merciful, my Buddha is merciful, monk, I really can't lie, and I can't continue to be so powerless." The lifelong monk sighed, and continued to sing a few more times before continuing: "Just in case I and Tang Qian discussed something with that finger, let it be on me, and I will borrow some of its mana, so that I can barely be counted as a monk." The monk hesitated twice, unbuttoned his shirt, and exposed his chest, and could see that a finger was embedded in his chest, and the finger had become the size of a normal finger, and it had put away its branches, and at the same time the prohibitions on it looked much less than before, and at the same time one eye and one mouth were exposed.

"Actually, I'm still a little worried, will this be the next rakshasa, most of the things that come out of the drunken capital seem to be able to invade other people's bodies. The lifelong monk said this, but he was laughing: "But at least now I can barely move faster, and I can't say that I will have time to practice some martial arts diligently in the future, so that if I don't have mana, I can still have some effect." ”

The finger also laughed: "If I can one day find out all the mana flow of your bald donkey, I will naturally be able to control you......"

This is a gamble, at least the lifelong monk is very brave to enter the game.

At this time, the finger was attracted by Tang Qian and the master.

Tang Qian saw that the situation was really not good, he slammed the sword in his hand into the ground, and opened the white sword painting from his feet - but the moment he opened it, the master had already arrived in front of him, this time it was not a fist, but a foot.

A kick hit Tang Qian's stomach, Tang Qian spurted blood from his mouth and flew out.

The sword in his hand did not take off his hand, and the sword flew out with his hand, and the sword painting that was about to unfold shrank and disappear in an instant.

"I don't know what you're going to do, but I don't want you to do it. Master said.

Fingers suddenly let out a whisper that Xia Yubing couldn't understand, probably a curse unique to Xudu: "This old man is the ancestor of the Yunzhou Qimen faction, he is not the master, his mother's surname is Shi, called Shiye!" The finger scolded: "This is the monk who fought with us at the time, and the characteristic of the spell is that it is ridiculously fast——"

Tang Qian's heart was gradually falling, and it sounded like it was quite troublesome.