Tibetan Buddhism, also known as this religion, is divided into two sects. Fan Zong was an ordinary monk who studied the martial arts and teachings in the books. Tantra does not pass on the classics, and martial arts are only passed on by hand and mouth, all of which serve Zampu (that is, the king of Tibet). The little lama's use of the "Heavenly Seal" just now is one of the tricks in the "Seventy-two Heavenly Heavenly Seals" created by the founding king of Tibet, "Songtsen Gampo", which is naturally a unique study that Tantra does not spread.

This set of techniques is also a fist, but it is not difficult to recognize. Mo Dying River looked at his technique and knew that the three of them were Tantric lamas. Since they are Tibetan eagle dogs, the war between the two countries is imminent, so naturally they can't be let go back.

The flames of war were about to ignite, and the inn was lively at this time, but it frightened the merchants who came and went: the timid had already hurried back to the room, and the bold ones stood at the table from a distance to watch the excitement, anyway, it is not common for masters to make moves in the downtown area, and the people who fight in the tavern are just ruffians.

The people in the rivers and lakes withdrew from a circle, and everyone knew that the martial arts of these three monks exceeded everyone too much, and if they fought alone, they would definitely not be able to beat them, and they only hoped that the three members of the Mo family could take care of them. But since I heard just now that these three people are the eagle dogs of the Tubo Tantric Sect and the culprits in the division of the territory of the Tang Dynasty, everyone in the martial arts has already held their weapons, once the three of the Mo family fall behind, even if they are besieged, they cannot let these three people return to Tubo.

Li Bing has no weapons on his body, and his martial arts are also commonplace, except for a breath-holding "Ten Thousand People's Breath" that is considered proficient, there are only the Jianghu moves learned from a few masters and the Li family martial arts that are not in the fire, there is neither internal strength nor mental method, and the "Star Three Swords" of the "Yangyue Sword Spectrum" that he just started to learn by himself is even more useless, so he has to watch the battle on the side.

The three brothers of the Mo family are exactly one against the other. Although the boss Mo Ran Jiang is big and fat, he has become agile when he fights. The old monk who fought against him was obviously the highest martial artist among the three. Seventy-two Heavenly Seals, there are roughly more than ten kinds of seals just now, and the techniques are skillful, which almost made the ink dyeing Jiang suffer a big loss.

Fortunately, the ink dyeing Jiang's body method is superb, even if the old monk's handprint is perfect, and when he fights, it is like slipping into a quagmire, which is greatly restricted and cannot be used. On the contrary, this fat boss's style of play is very changeable, the left and right false moves are mixed with real moves, not only has his own "Mojia boxing" with internal strength, but also plays the fist palm of the soldiers, law, and Taoism, although those martial arts are not clever, but at the moment they are mixed together, which really makes the old monk unable to touch his head, so he has to use his internal strength to avoid the offensive.

The old two Chinese characters are called "overturning the sky", and they are naturally more sure of their fists and feet, and before they really fight, they have already faced the little lama who just spoke disrespectfully. This little lama is the youngest, but his martial arts are very advanced. In terms of skillful moves, compared with the old monk, it is not much better. The ink dyeing river's style of play is also straightforward, without dodging, that is, it is a dismantling move, opening and closing. It didn't take long for him to discover the pattern, although this little lama's moves were skillful, but he was only skilled in six moves, plus two other moves that were not very skilled, there were only eight moves in total. The ink-dyed river knew its way well, and it didn't take long for it to gain the upper hand.

The situation is not very optimistic here. Not long after he got started, Mo Dye Lake accidentally made a move, and was hit by his opponent on the wrist of his left hand, and Yue came out of his hand and flew outside the inn. His own martial arts were the worst of the three, and he lost another weapon at this moment, which was very difficult to deal with, and in the end, he defended more and attacked less.

Li Bing looked at the situation and seemed to be settled, and said in his heart: Although it seems that these people are all masters, it is obvious that the old lama is a step above everyone, and every move contains internal strength, blocking a lot of punches and feet of the fat man.

It was too late, but I saw the little lama kick in the lower abdomen of the beard, and the ink-dyed river flew out more than a foot away and hit the wine cabinet. The wine jar "slammed" down, and he was covered with injuries from the broken porcelain pieces, obviously unable to move.

"Hmph! I don't just have a kind of martial art in the heavens. It turned out that the little lama was scheming and cunning, and he had been deliberately only using the fixed number of "Heavenly Seals", and after the ink dyed river became accustomed to it, he suddenly used other routines to make trouble, and he was caught off guard by just one move.

At the same time, the other lama seemed to have already seen that the third Mo Dye Lake was not good at fist and foot kung fu, and he only attacked to seize the blade. With a "poof", the other Yue finally came out of his hand and flew into the door frame. Mo Dye Lake was punched three times in the chest, and he fell to the ground, unable to stand upright.

The situation on the field immediately became so bad that everyone was unexpected.

Li Bing saw the little lama walking towards his beard, and before everyone present could go up to help, in a hurry, he pulled out the long sword in the hand of a person next to him. An arrow walked up to the little monk, and swept his sword, forcing him to dodge.

At this time, several other people reacted and stepped forward to help. Three or five people instantly surrounded the lama who had just snatched the blade of the Ink Dye Lake, and the two spears forced him to take a few steps back, and the other took the opportunity to help the Ink Dye Lake and carry him to the side.

When the little lama saw Li Bing rushing up, he couldn't help but say that he was going to do it. Li Bing was in a hurry, and used a trick of "Starry Night Return", which he had practiced many times in the past two days, although he had no internal strength to urge the sword, these three sword flowers were played in a good way. The little lama was forced out of his way on both occasions. At this time, two people dressed as chivalrous, a man and a woman, also rushed up to help Li Bing.

The male chivalrous guest was holding a straight-backed machete, helping Li Bing force the little lama back a few steps, and the female chivalrous guest was holding a nine-section whip, but she was not in a hurry to help resist the enemy, first swept away the fragments of the wine jar on the ink dyed river, and then tore off the cloth on the skirt, and tied the bloody wound on his arm in three or two.

The little lama and Li Bing dismantled three or two moves, and they felt that Li Bing's sword moves had no internal force, and they were painted with a posture, so they boldly reached out to catch the sword. Sure enough, this one found that there was really nothing inside. The little lama was lucky, his hands shook violently, and a sword was instantly broken into four, and fragments flew horizontally.

Then he kicked Li Bing in the chest and kicked him into the crowd.

This kick carried internal strength, which suddenly made him feel stuffy in his chest, and the churning of the meridians of his whole body continued, as if his internal organs were about to explode. It turned out that this little lama's internal strength was already so pure, and this kick almost paralyzed Li Bing.

Li Bing flew out upside down, but he felt that someone was pushing him from behind to keep him from falling to the ground.

Yingyingran, suddenly a warm current rushed down her back to her whole body, and the tightness in her chest disappeared without a trace in an instant, but her whole body suddenly felt extremely light. Li Bingzheng was about to look back, but saw that the man on his right had already reached out and handed him a sword.

Just a clean and capable voice said: "Don't look back, take this sword, and continue to use the sword technique you just used to attack his left hand and left foot." ”