"Doll, there is a road in heaven that will not leave, and there is no door in hell to break in, this is not to blame the old man!"

Liu Erji, who only had a sledgehammer in his hand, did not retreat at the moment of his life, and shouted angrily with a brave force: "The old man is less nonsense, and eat me with a hammer!"

Before he could come over, Cui Shiyuan was hit by another lightning kick from the Pingtian Layman, causing his already somewhat shabby appearance to suddenly swell to the ground.

"Oh, you old boy, I'll fight with you!"

Seeing that the two of them had reached the end of their crossbows in order to protect Lu Qian, they were in danger like old boys under Di Yi's fists and feet.

At the critical moment, a person scrambled down on the hill in the distance. But seeing that this person was dressed in white and shengxue, his feet were volleying and stepping on the void, as if the legendary immortal had descended to earth, and a few ups and downs came outside the crowd.

"Wait! Bullying two fledgling juniors at such an age, is it the result of an official of the imperial court?"

As soon as the words fell, the body in white turned, and the long robe fluttered in front of Lu Qian, and he easily untied the restrictions on his body with just a little hand.

"Uncle Shi?!"

Lu Qian, who had been reborn, stared at the person who came closely, and at this time, his heart could be said to be both excited and apprehensive, as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and the bitter and sweet after the farewell from Biluo Island came to his heart one after another.

"Alas, the child has been bitter for you. ”

Yan Changkong, who has always been indifferent by nature, saw his relatives suffering, and naturally felt a bad feeling in his heart, so he hurriedly leaned over to help Lu Qian up, holding his hand tightly.

After curing Cui Shiyuan and Liu Erji in the electric light, Di Yi also set his eyes on the person who came. I saw that this person was about fifty years old, dressed in dust, and his gestures revealed an extraordinary atmosphere. Needless to say, he must be a strong martial artist.

"Hehe, do you dare to report your name?"

Knowing that this place was not a place to reminisce about the past, he rushed to the landing and moved to reassure him for a few words, and then turned around and came to the field, and waved his sleeves and said: "I am also in the sky, dare to ask Your Excellency, but you are the commander of this encirclement and suppression of Shaomu Mountain?"

"Exactly, it seems that you are also clear about our purpose, if the old man is not mistaken, you and this Shaolin rebel party are also the same dog. ”

Seeing that he was also going to label himself as a rebel, he immediately smiled and said, "No, no, no, I'm just looking for my nephew." ”

"Hmph, seeing that you have a good relationship with the kid surnamed Lu, I guess the nephew in this mouth must also be this person. Unfortunately, he is one of the rebels!"

Di Yi, who was in a hurry to make a move, showed an aggressive momentum in his sentences, and knew that this battle was inevitable, and he was already determined to retire from the rivers and lakes, so he had to reluctantly make two moves with this person in order to rescue Lu Qian.

The strong clashed, but they did not make a move, and the momentum has been scattered in rows and seas. Except for the old abbot of the Shaolin faction, Huitong Zen Master, who had a relationship with Yan Changkong, the rest of the people did not know each other, so they were quite surprised by his terrifying momentum.

Even the well-informed monk Xiao Rulai Huikong couldn't help asking: "Senior brother, I see that this person has profound internal skills and a stable breath, do you know who he is?"

Abbot Huitong didn't reply to him immediately, but just poured a cool breath and muttered, "Amitabha, could it be his ......"

"Senior brother, who is it?" As the mystery in his heart was still unresolved, Monk Huikong had no choice but to ask again.

"Ten directions are empty, and the sky is long. ”

In just seven words, it can be said that it tells a story of the past.

Thirty years ago, Mount Tai was at the top, and the martial arts heroes would meet. At that time, the various sects were still not as united as they are now, and in order to compete for a false name, the masters of various factions gathered here to show their skills.

The four factions of Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, and Kongtong were already top-notch existences at that time, and no one could match them throughout the entire rivers and lakes.

Just as the representatives of the four factions were defeating the crowd and entering the white-hot battle, the still unknown Yan Changkong suddenly arrived, and with a rare miraculous skill and the ultimate body and magic to fight the masters of the four factions, he finally broke them one by one but just laughed and walked away, not admiring fame and fortune and escaping into the world.

A year later, the daughter of the Tang Sect in Shu was unfortunately killed, and all the evidence pointed the finger at Kongtong. In order to hate the hatred, Tang Dingxin, the head of the Tang Sect, rushed to Kongtong with his disciples to ask for an explanation, because this matter was not trivial, and the entire martial arts people knew about it for a while.

At that time, I had not yet taken over the position of abbot, and followed the previous presiding master to the station of the Kongtong faction day and night, intending to use Shaolin prestige to resolve this catastrophe.

In his eyes, our four major factions have always been in the same spirit, and even though Shaolin Gu is a disciple of Buddhism, it is inevitable that he will not be partial.

Just when things were about to fall into an uncontrollable stalemate, Shifang Empty Changkong reappeared, and he came with the culprit who was tied up like a zongzi and killed the daughter of the Tang Sect.

Now that I think about it, if this person hadn't come forward back then, this martial arts catastrophe would have arrived a long time ago. When Abbot Huikong said this, he clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha Buddha ......"

After learning the story of Yan Changkong, Monk Huikong immediately had a good impression of him in his heart. Since there are such outstanding martial arts and compassionate gods to help, why worry that the predicament laid by the Pingtian monks will not be solved?

In the battlefield, Di Yi secretly mentioned Yuan Gong, galloping towards the place where he was in the sky, and the white jade fan was as fast as lightning, directly attacking the opponent's vital point.

His luck is quite unbeatable, and at the same time he folds the fan, he carries supreme energy, even if he is lucky enough to avoid it, he will not escape the residual power of his true qi.

Seeing that he started quickly, he had already expected the next series of actions, and the figure of the Liuren Streamer Jue was like a ghost, and it turned behind Di Yi in the blink of an eye.

"Go!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the other party had not yet come back to his senses, a golden light shot out from his hand, Di Yi couldn't dodge, and he happened to be hit in the left arm, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

"Your move is not much different from the kid just now, but if you only have this ability, I'm afraid you won't want to get away in this life and death fight!"

Skillfully sealing the acupoints to stop the bleeding, followed by Di Yi's qi sinking dantian, converging three cokes, and white mist began to emerge from Zhou's body as a result, and people with a discerning eye can see at a glance that he has turned the true qi in his body to the extreme.

"You are an opponent worthy of my attention, and this time the old man's muscles and bones that have not been used for a long time should be well moved. ”

While making a move, Di Yi said as he spoke. His words are not empty talk, as the position of the governor of the imperial court coalition army, with Di Yi's current strength, he definitely has the capital to say so.