"The recent Guangling Road, the wind is loud, and the spearhead is directly aimed at my bitter destruction of the Zen realm. ”

On the shore of the quiet lake, an old monk who was meditating bowed his head and said, and many middle-aged monks stood aside and waited for the dispatch.

"Uncle Shi is serious, it's just some loose cultivation, not to mention that I don't have those so-called cheats in the Bitter Destruction Zen Realm, and the mysterious colorful light is just a vision of the sky, and time will confirm everything. ”

The breeze blows, and the old monk's robe also flutters gently with the wind. It's as if sitting here is not a person, but a tree.

"Stop it, and get out all those who are trying to spread rumors. Who in the end wants to make the Zen Realm of Suffering Annihilation become the target of everyone's attention? ”

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"Tell the Lord, since the Lord himself demonstrated, we have also participated in more than 40 battles. Now the two volumes of martial arts in Guangling Road have been spread, and it has been recorded that thirty-four people have obtained martial scriptures, including twenty-two volumes of the earth volume and one or twelve volumes of the Ning volume. The number of acquired martial artists is twenty-eight, the number of early martial artists is two, and the remaining four are unknown strength, which should be innate. ”

In a small dilapidated temple, Bu Qianhuai quietly listened to the report of his subordinates who were half-kneeling on the ground, and nodded. His right hand rubbed because of the dry air: "Let these news of getting the martial scriptures spread, not limited to Guangling Dao, the farther away the better, and those who participated in the acting in front of people were told to return to Lelang Dao temporarily, don't appear in front of people, and avoid exposure." ”

The man said goodbye and left directly, and Bu Qianhuai also looked at the necklace in his hand, and he didn't know what the expression behind the mask was.

"It's not in vain that I personally made a play, two volumes of armor and martial arts, I don't believe that these Jianghu people are not fooled. One spread ten to hundred, and when the time comes, it is not only the Sword Sect that has a great grudge against the Bitter Annihilation Zen Realm. There should still be many forces that covet the Armor Martial Arts. How can you resist the Bitter Annihilation Zen Realm?"

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In a palatial manor, an old man gently flipped through the books in front of him, his eyes flashing with praise.

"Yes, it's a good thing!"

"Does Father think it's worth it?"

The old man waved his sleeve, and the scroll was placed directly on the table next to him. His gaze moved upward, and the middle-aged man's expectant gaze was just opposite the old man's eyes.

But he was speechless, but he just turned his head: "This is the scroll of the earth, first get the so-called other scroll of Ning, if it also has the same miraculous effect, then this bitter Zen realm can not be stable! ”

The two of them are the twelve Qianyuan Han family head Han Fengnian and the old family head Han Jiajiu.

"Thank you, father. Zi Yan is studying the true element of martial arts, and presumably learning this martial art is also beneficial to himself, so that he can step into the innate better. For my Han family*. ”

Han Jiajiu stroked his beard and asked softly: "Although it is as calm as water, but the inner turmoil is extreme, I can see that the matter of losing to Bu Qianhuai a few years ago is still lingering on the road of martial arts." ”

What my father said was that my son often comforted and persuaded him, although it seemed to be a lot kinder, but in fact, it was counterproductive and there was no way. ”

slapped the table, pointed directly to the outside and said, "It's decided, let Zi Yan go for a while." First, to explore the reality of the Zen realm of suffering. Second, there has been a recent turmoil, and many forces are about to attack the Zen Realm of Suffering, so let him make more friends and pave the way for the future. ”

Friends in the rivers and lakes are very life-saving at some critical times, so not only the Han family, but also Junjie from all over the world like to make friends, which is the unchanging truth of the rivers and lakes.

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"Pedal Pedal ~ ......"

The sound of hurried footsteps was particularly conspicuous in the night, and after the footsteps, a figure like the wind flew over the treetops.

Suddenly, a sword shadow was fleeting, standing between the earth, and the figure flew away, very ghostly. Flew to the waist knife, pressed his right hand, and then pulled it up, and the knife flew up, clinging to the fleeing figure in front.

Seeing the death of the person behind him, the man seemed to have made up his mind and unloaded a string of prayer beads from his neck. Turning around, the moonlight shone down, and although I couldn't see the face clearly, I could vaguely see the bald top glowing under the moonlight. Needless to say, this man is a monk.

With both hands, the Buddha beads scattered in all directions, but each one carried true qi, and spread out like a secret weapon of the Tang Sect. Under the moonlight, it seems to come and go without a trace, and it is very hidden.

"Huh!"

I only heard a cold smile, and the figure with a sword light actually attacked from behind the monk. But the monk seemed to have noticed it, and he had already prepared, turned around and palmed it, and the aura of the pure saint Buddha spread, as if there was a virtuous monk-like breath that instantly infected the surrounding woods, whistling and making a sound.

But it was different from the resistance of the omen, and the flying palm seemed to hit the air, and the monk also took a step forward, and the original figure and sword light dissipated instantly like water waves.

Surprised to see the move, the monk exclaimed: "No!" With this, there is a cold light behind the back, although he noticed it, but his strength was not good, he couldn't resist it, and he slashed it with a knife. Suddenly, the placket was stained with blood, and the monk's robe, which had been stained with dust from a long journey, was added with blood, and it looked endlessly depressed.

But the knife style did not stop, changing the previous ethereal, but holding it horizontally with both hands, slashing horizontally, and going straight to the good head!

Feeling the deadly crisis, the monk broke out his desire to survive, and his body was full of golden light, turning his essence and blood, wanting to survive with it. Reluctantly turned his body, and as soon as his lower body stood firm, his right palm came again, and he took one palm, like a look of anger, and struck out with a bang, heading straight for the blade. Soon, however, despair crept in, as the figure and blade turned into a phantom of foam.

"Ethereal stab!" When the voice fell into his ears, it seemed to spin the world, and for the last time, he only saw his headless body fall into the muddy ground, and finally turn into dust.

Under the moonlight, Han Ziyan felt very satisfied with his shot, smiled contemptuously, leaned down and groped on the river, but it didn't seem to have gained anything, so he turned around and left. And this is just the temptation of many forces to destroy the Zen realm, and the temptation of martial arts can indeed make the people of the rivers and lakes crazy.