Ling Xiao said: "Go and tell the master" The little novice was very happy, and said "um" in his mouth, but his legs just didn't move, and he pouted: "Senior brother, when you didn't come back, an old man came to see the master, and the master refused."

Ling Xiao touched the little novice's little head and said, "You are disobedient, this time you are a friend of the senior brother, it is different" The little novice glanced at the two of them a few more times, and then ran into the temple.

Ling Xiao smiled awkwardly and said, "Let's go, let's go in" The two followed, seeing that the temple was not big, Ling Xiao was familiar with the road and came to an open place where flowers and plants were raised.

At this time, although it is spring, after all, the air is cold, and the flowers and plants have not yet grown, but here Zhang and Zhao saw a lot of flowers that could not be named.

Zhao Lingwei couldn't help but pick one up, Ling Xiao exclaimed: "Girl, don't do it" Zhao Lingwei paused and said: "Why don't you just pick a flower, why make such a fuss"

Ling Xiao said: "Miss Zhao doesn't know, this flower is carefully cultivated by the teacher, he said that a flower is a world, a grass Bodhi, flowers and plants have life, although we are human beings, wisdom is much higher than theirs, but we can't easily deprive flowers and plants of the right to grow."

Zhao Lingwei rolled her eyes and said: "If you don't pick it, you won't pick it, where are the flowers and grass, a bunch of big truths" Ling Xiao and Zhang Yu glanced at each other, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Ling Xiao looked around again and said, "It seems that the master is not here" turned around and led the two of them through a pavilion, only to hear someone shouting behind him: "Senior brother, the master called you over"

Ling Xiao turned around and said, "Let's go" Zhao Lingwei was a little curious: "Could it be that in this Sumeru Temple, there are only three of you masters and apprentices."

Ling Xiao asked rhetorically, "How do you know?" Zhao Lingwei said: "It looks like it's very deserted here."

Ling Xiao explained: "Here, there are indeed only three of us, but there is also a master, but he is used to idle clouds and wild cranes, and he doesn't often go back to the temple" As he spoke, he came to the little novice.

After introducing the two of them, they learned that the little novice in front of him, who was only twelve years old, was named Jing Xiu, he and Ling Xiao had a similar fate, they were both orphans of the lonely Ning Ding, and they were picked up by his master at the bottom of the mountain.

There was not much time, and the retreat led everyone to a courtyard outside the kitchen, and saw from afar that a person in the courtyard was wearing a blue coat and a monk's hat, and his body was unusually thin, with his back to everyone and chopping firewood in his hands.

Just looking at the back, he couldn't see anything peculiar, Ling Xiao hurriedly stepped forward and kowtowed: "Master, you're okay, the apprentice is back."

The monk didn't answer, but finished chopping the firewood in his hand before saying, "You're back, is there anything going on down the mountain?"

Zhang Yu found that the monk's strength in chopping wood was no different from that of ordinary people, and he couldn't see that he had martial arts, let alone that he was a master with unique skills and was not born, but his voice seemed mentally abnormal.

Ling Xiao said: "Master, let's not talk about what happened, I'll introduce two friends to you"

The monk never looked back, Zhao Lingwei saw that the old monk was strange, and he hadn't figured out his temperament, so he didn't dare to say more, and walked side by side with Zhang Yu and the monk towards the monk.

The two of them only walked three steps, and suddenly the monk slowly turned around, then his eyes only stared at Zhang Yu, looking up and down, then shook his head, and then revealed, unbelievable look, looking extremely excited.

Suddenly, I saw his figure move, Ling Xiao only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and a figure rushed straight to Zhang Yu, almost at the same time Zhao Lingwei and Ling Xiao shouted "Ah" Zhao Lingwei said urgently: "What are you going to do, great monk" Ling Xiao also said urgently: "Master, he is my sworn brother"

Ling Xiao knew that although the master seemed to be weak, his martial arts were unfathomable, and Zhang Yu's martial arts were quite good, but if the master really wanted to take his life, it would only be within a few moves.

Although the master does not wait to see outsiders on weekdays, he will not put the other party to death as soon as they meet.

Zhang Yu was also shocked, he didn't know what to dodge, he wanted to dodge, how could he have been shrouded by the other party's true qi, and he couldn't move a bit, the opponent's eagle claw was only three inches in his throat, and the dantian raised a breath of true qi, and shot out with a move "Dragon Roar Nine Days".

The monk was also a little surprised when he saw this, and his body flashed out like a ghost. It was just a moment, and the two people outside the court, including the retreat, were sweating for Zhang Yu.

However, before Zhang Yu could speak, everyone's hearts rose to their throats again, only to see that the monk attacked again, as fast as thunder, and everyone's eyes seemed to be unable to keep up with his movements.

Zhang Yu was shocked, and slapped a palm again, the monk's figure moved too fast, Zhang Yu couldn't distinguish between the virtual and the real, and each palm fell into the air.

Zhao Lingwei was outside the circle, her feet jumped up in a hurry, she didn't care about anything else, she drew her sword and jumped into the circle, but before she came to the monk's side, the sword in her hand somehow felt that the sword was snatched away by the other party.

And Ling Xiao on the side, seeing the master's killing move step by step, was very panicked, for fear that Zhang Yu would not be able to dodge and take his life with one move.

In desperation, he shouted: "Master, stop quickly" and jumped between the two as he spoke, and the monk shouted: "Stand down"

Because Ling Xiao came very abruptly, Zhang Yu slapped out with a palm, and seeing that Ling Xiao was afraid of hurting him in the previous life, he turned his palm and slapped it out, only hitting the firewood piled on the side, and scattered in all directions.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao was also shocked, the monk made a killing move step by step, Zhang Yu's whole body was tense, and he didn't dare to be careless, a palm was as fast as a palm, and suddenly saw a vacancy, although there was a gap of seven feet, Zhang Yu's wrist flipped and slapped it towards the monk's armpit.

Ling Xiao shouted outside the arena: "Master be careful" The monk seemed to have not heard of it, and he had been holding Zhao Lingwei's sword in his hand, but at this time, it was actually used as a dart, and he threw it out without hesitation, Zhang Yu rolled over with his palm, avoided it, and caught the sword when his feet were spinning in the air.

Without waiting for Zhang Yu to have a chance to breathe, the monk actually used the woodcutter as a weapon to slash Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu didn't dare to be careless, and greeted him with a sword.

The two fought each other for more than 20 moves, regardless of victory or defeat, Ling Xiao was already dumbfounded outside the court, he had already known that Zhang Yu's palm skills were extraordinary, and today he saw that not only his palm skills were good, but also his swordsmanship was hidden above it.

Zhang Yu made one move after another, one move at a time, and counted the swordsmanship of each major sect, and he couldn't tell which one it was, which faction's swordsmanship at all, Ling Xiao was troubled in his heart when he saw this, no matter which side missed, it would be extremely traumatic to his soul.

And Zhao Lingwei on the side, hoping that Zhang Yu would win, saw that Zhang Yu and the old monk fought without falling behind, and shouted: "Silly boy, come on, knock that old man down"

Zhang Yu saw that the monk's knife technique was strange, like a knife technique and a sword technique, the whole body was tense, every move was changed by the opponent's tricks, and suddenly the monk sold a flaw and left the middle door.

Zhang Yu stabbed as soon as he saw the opportunity, but unexpectedly, the monk's body method was too fast, and this move was stabbed, and before he had time to change his move, he only felt a cold thing on his neck.

Outside the court, Zhao Lingwei and Ling Xiao, as well as Na Jingxiu, shouted almost at the same time: "Silly boy, be careful, you stinky monk, I will fight with you"

"The master is merciful"

"Donor..."

The hairs on Zhang Yu's back stood upside down, what he learned was the swordsmanship of breaking the moves, although he was inexperienced in facing the enemy, but at the same time he felt the danger, he quickly reversed the sword, held it upside down in his hand, and from the bottom up, against the monk's chest.

The monk was behind, he was in front, facing Ling Xiao and the others, so no one noticed that the movements behind him could only be felt by the monk, and the chill in his chest could not help but praise: "Good offspring"

At the same time, Zhang Yu knew that as long as the other party used a little force, his own life would be harvested by the other party.

I only heard the monk's gloomy voice in my ears: "Junior, where did your palm technique and sword technique come from?"

After Zhang Yu's set of martial arts was self-taught, there were indeed not many people who knew him, and they were all over 100 years old who could be familiar with him.

Zhang Yu said slowly: "I don't know where the juniors offended the seniors, and why the seniors swords each other"

The monk didn't look like a monk at this time, and immediately shouted: "Junior, don't talk nonsense, to be honest, if not..."

Zhang Yu has nothing to hide from the origin of his martial arts, and the purpose of going up the mountain this time is also for this, so he said: "Senior, my martial arts are all taught by Sima Changkong's predecessors."