Before the opponent's palm strength reached his body, Zuo Lengchan already felt a chill, and was suddenly shocked: What I have cultivated is the true qi of cold ice, and the internal strength of other people actually makes me feel cold?

hurriedly raised his palm across his chest, but unfortunately the incident happened in a hurry, and his skills were at most fifty or sixty percent. The palms intersected, Zuo Lengchan was like being devoured by thunder, the whole person was shocked and flew back, and when he stood firm, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood fell to the grass, and everyone found that the blood stains were mixed with small pieces of ice, and there was a trace of cold.

You Tanzhi roared angrily, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and struck it like a shadow, Zuo Lengchan's face suddenly turned pale, and he thought to himself: That's it, I didn't expect that I, Zuo Lengchan, would actually die at the hands of a nobody.

Who knew that Master Fang Zheng suddenly stood in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, he and You Tanzhi slapped it several times, and the last palm shook it back.

You Tanzhi took more than a dozen steps back before he stood firm, although Fang Zheng took advantage of the sudden appearance, but those few palms were real, and he couldn't be clever at all, taking care of the other party's internal strength, You Tanzhi didn't dare to rush over easily.

"Amitabha!" Master Fang Zheng called out the Buddha's name.

Song Qingshu suddenly sneered: "What a Fang Zheng master, just now they took advantage of the danger of others and besieged me alone, why didn't I see you come to the rescue? ”

"The height of martial arts is far above the old man, how can he use the old man to save him. Fang Zheng replied, "The leader of the Left Alliance is a famous white leader in the martial arts, and Lao Gao naturally can't sit idly by, not to mention that the internal strength of this You donor seems to be from the same source as the "Yijin Sutra" of this temple, and Lao Gao also wants to find out." ”

After finishing speaking, he saluted You Tanzhi: "Please also ask the donor to return the "Yijin Sutra" of this temple." ”

"What is the Yijin Sutra? I haven't heard of it. You Tanzhi replied angrily, looking very impatient. He wasn't actually lying, because he didn't know that he was practicing the Yijin Sutra.

Ah Zi couldn't help but snort: "You big monk is so shameless, there are not a few people present who are fighting with my little junior brother, and they can feel his true qi and cold, could it be that your Shaolin Temple's "Yijin Sutra" is also this kind of evil and vicious kung fu?"

"Amitabha!" Fang Zheng was highly respected in the martial arts, and was ridiculed by a little girl like this, but he was not angry, but looked at You Tanzhi, "Has Lord You ever been bitten by a highly poisonous thing such as a thousand-year-old ice silkworm?"

You Tan nodded subconsciously, and Ah Zi on the side sulked when he saw it.

"That's right," Fang Zheng sighed, "It must be that Shi Ji cultivated the 'Yi Jin Sutra' of this temple by chance, so that he was able to save his life under the cold poison, and the Yi Jin True Qi in your body was intertwined with the cold poison, and evolved into this domineering true qi that is now extremely yin and cold." ”

Seeing Fang Zheng's kind eyebrows, he reconstructed the original situation into eight or nine without leaving ten based on speculation, You Tanzhi couldn't help but admire, and suddenly thought of the book he got by chance: "Hey, is the master talking about this book?" After speaking, he took out a booklet with a simple appearance, and the three words on the cover were crooked.

Thinking of the legendary supreme mastery of Shaolin Temple, the "Yijin Sutra", which is more advanced than the seventy-two stunts, is in front of him, and everyone's breath in the field is a little shorter.

Fang Zheng, as a Shaolin monk, naturally recognized Sanskrit, and looked excited at first sight: "It is this book!" The book in front of him is the original Sanskrit text of the "Yijin Sutra" that was strangely lost in the Shaolin Temple before, in fact, compared to the martial arts secret book, this booklet has greater symbolic significance, after all, even the senior monks of Shaolin Temple can rarely understand this book, and the monks who practice the "Yijin Sutra" in the temple practice the Chinese translation.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but wonder, how did this young man, who looked a little wooden, learn magic skills from this book?

You Tanzhi nodded: "I have always wanted to return this book to its original owner, but I don't know who the original owner is. ”

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, today a large group of people are fighting to the death, and each of them has suffered heavy losses, if Fang Zheng is allowed to recover the "Yijin Sutra", then wouldn't Shaolin Temple become the biggest winner?

What's more, he was unknowingly shaded by Fang Zheng today, if he really sat back and watched him get divine skills, how could his thoughts be understood?

Ah Zi grew up in the Xingzhu Sect since she was a child, and she had already practiced the magic skill of observing words and colors, and before Song Qingshu could speak, she guessed his thoughts, and intended to give the "Yijin Sutra" to the master to please him, and her eyes turned around, and she shouted: "Little junior brother, don't be deceived by others." ”

Hearing her words, You Tan subconsciously took back his outstretched hand. Song Qingshu couldn't help but glance at Ah Zi with appreciation, thinking that her ability to guess her master's mind was probably no less than Wei Xiaobao.

Seeing You Tanzhi take the book back, Fang Zheng suddenly looked a little unhappy: "Little girl, everyone knows that the "Yijin Sutra" is a Shaolin thing, how can they deceive this?"

Ah Zi snorted: "Although the "Yijin Sutra" is a thing of the Shaolin Temple, who can prove that this book is the "Yijin Sutra"? Maybe it is the great monk that you saw that my junior brother's internal strength was magical, and deliberately set up a trick to deceive him?"

"The cover clearly says the words 'Yijin Jing', how can I prove it?" Fang Zheng suddenly became anxious.

"Hmph, although this girl is from the Western Regions, she also knows the Central Plains script, is the three characters of the Yijin Jing written like this?" Ah Zi smiled disdainfully.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately he used the Soul Transfer Great Law to 'co-opt' her, otherwise it would be a bit difficult to have such an eccentric enemy.

Fang Zheng said angrily: "These three characters are written in Sanskrit, naturally not in the shape of Chinese characters. ”

"Hehe, who else here knows Sanskrit besides you, the great monk?

The people around knew that Ah Zi was messing around, but many people nodded secretly, she did have some truth, everyone didn't understand Sanskrit, and it wasn't certain whether this book was Yijin Jing or not.

Before Fang Zheng could explain, Ah Zi opened his mouth again: "Unfortunately, this girl is from the Western Regions, and she happens to know Sanskrit. ”

The two of them were-for-tat before, You Tanzhi heard it in a fog, but he still preferred to believe in his goddess, and when he heard Ah Zi's urging, he subconsciously planned to hand over the secret book in his hand to her.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of heavy drinking in the woods not far away, which shook many people in the field, and soon a tall and burly monk strode out, and there was an ugly-looking little monk beside him, looking a little stupid.

Seeing the two of them, the people around them suddenly exploded:

"It turned out to be Master Xuancheng, who is known as the first person in Shaolin in two hundred years!"

"The little monk beside him seems to be the Void Bamboo Master who shines at the Golden Snake Conference. ”

"Yes, with one palm, Nan Murong was shocked to the ground, and the battle with the Sword Immortal was even more earth-shattering. ”

"It looks like the man is dead today. ”

"Yes, I dare to snatch the Yijin Sutra with the Shaolin Temple. ”

......

"Since you claim to know Sanskrit, try translating this sentence into Sanskrit?" Xuan Cheng strode over and sneered at Ah Zi, "'If you are restless for a long time, your mind is flying, how to be ambushed', how should this sentence be said in Sanskrit?"――

Happy New Year to all readers!