The sleepy-eyed monk turned his head, smiled and nodded at Fluttershy and Mo Xuanxuan, he stared at Fluttershy, and between the two moves, Fluttershy was light and strong, and he was able to catch the huge flying gravel and crush it in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't help but have some praise and love for this young man. But at this moment, Mo Xuanxuan recognized it at a glance and exclaimed urgently: "It turned out to be the sleeping Arhat-Master Tuhui! Why are you here?"

Master Tuhui's face sank, and he sighed: "The day before, in a teahouse in Taoyuanjian, I inquired and learned that a group of wicked people with big knives and murder weapons and bad faces had passed by there. And that Taoyuan Stream is the only way to come to Yunzhu Temple, I pondered it again and again, afraid that there would be carelessness, so I paid attention to come here, but it was already late! Many of the monks had already been slaughtered, but the Elder Tingyu, Master Turan, and the junior disciples of Kunshan in the temple were strangely gone!"

Mo Xuanxuan and Insect Fluttershy looked around, only to find that even Leng Sha, Master Qiu, and the giant monk were gone!

Cold Flame glared at Fluttershy viciously, and shouted, "Stinky boy, it's just in time!

With a "snap", Sleeping Arhat hit Leng Yan's heel with one foot, Leng Yan's forward momentum did not disappear, his hind feet could not move, and he fell straight forward, and a dog crawled, and several young monks in the field couldn't help but stroke their palms and laugh. Leng Yan's eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, the roots of his teeth were gritted to death, and he roared angrily, but he was full of energy, and his internal force was attracting!

But seeing the slightest heat bubbling from the top of Leng Yan's head, in a moment, he had already cultivated all the inner family true power that he had worked hard to cultivate. One is a powerful Buddhist monk, a treacherous generation of monks, outstanding martial arts; the other is a famous and well-known deputy castle master of the "Shenwu Treasure Beast Castle" who has a high status in the rivers and lakes and the imperial court, and he will be divided into victory and defeat in an instant. Leng Yan was actually in a state of apprehension, and his appearance was holding his breath and condensing, but his mind was already trembling suddenly, and it was difficult to concentrate and defeat the enemy. He knew very well that if this battle failed, not only would this attack on Yunzhu Temple be fruitless, but also the masters would win with real strength, and the losing side would definitely have to worry about their lives.

I saw that the two of them were like two stone statues, and even the hair and the corners of their clothes did not flutter at all. The sleeping Arhat was majestic, and his eyes were blazing, like lightning. However, Leng Yan is to abide by the gist of "waiting for work with ease and braking with stillness" in his own mental law, and he is single-minded, breaking the kettle and sinking the boat, and guarding it closely. He knew that he was more than 20 years older than himself, and his internal strength cultivation was even deeper for more than 20 years. But he is in the prime of life, full of strength, and the other party is aging, and after a long time, he will have a chance to win. How do you know that Sleeping Arhat is really an unborn strange person in the martial arts, although he is old, his energy is not inferior to that of a young man, and his internal force is like a tide, like a wave after a wave is endless, and he slammed into the cold flame from his palms.

Suddenly, I heard the sleeping Arhat and Leng Yan shouting in unison, and after exerting force with four palms, after a long time, Leng Yan couldn't stand it, and had to retreat six or seven steps backwards, and finally spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "poof". Leng Yan shook his head and said gloomily: "The predecessors of the sleeping Arhat have outstanding magical skills, admire and admire! I think I am not as good as the next!" The sleeping Arhat smiled and said in a loud voice: "Brother Leng's inner family cultivation is unique, and with time and hard practice, he can become an extraordinary saint!

Who knew that Leng Yan didn't appreciate it, and said slowly: "The younger generation has already lost, and if you want to kill, you have to scrape and listen to the respect! As for the reason, you can ask the old dog in Kunshan yourself!"

Suddenly, a man snatched out of the crowd, pointed at the sleeping Arhat and said angrily: "Yunzhu bald donkey, your Buddhist disciples deceive people too much! Today, we are looking for revenge, and you have seriously injured the master of my fort and the deputy fort, which makes people so angry! My Shenwu Treasure Beast Fort lord Leng Ling is injured in the hands of your Yunzhu Temple, and this revenge is not avenged, and I am in vain in the name of 'Shenwu Rare Beast Flying Monkey'." With a long choking sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light shone under the sun, and he made a move of "Spirit Monkey Peach". This is the exclusive martial arts of the Shenwu Treasure Beast Castle, the moves are weird, the footwork is amazing, Mo Weiyang is angry at this time, in front of everyone, the right hand holds the sword, the left hand becomes a claw, so that the general rises, flexible and agile, does not have the upper hand at all!

Sleeping Arhat sighed, he didn't want to use force today, and he would kill again, but the world was pressing, how could he be satisfied, a gloomy look flashed on his face at the moment, and he said slowly: "The death of Leng Ling of Shenwu Treasure Beast Fort is quite strange. Since you are a relative of an old man, I would not have liked to use my sword again. But if you fight with the heroes in the castle empty-handed, it will be disrespectful. After that, he pointed to a warrior monk with an iron rod in his hand and said, "Borrow your iron rod and use it." ”

The warrior monk held the iron rod with both hands, walked to the sleeping Arhat, and bowed respectfully. Sleeping Arhat took the iron rod, did not hurry, and with a "snap" of his hands, the iron rod was broken into two. The onlookers let out an "oh", but they didn't expect that this old monk still had such amazing divine power after a long battle.

Mo Weiyang knew that he would not make the first move, and the long sword together made a move of "a hundred birds and a phoenix", but when he saw the tip of the sword trembling, it turned into dozens of sword tips in an instant, covering the enemy's mid-plate, although this move was powerful, it was still a polite swordsmanship. Sleeping Arhat broke a stick in his left hand and said, "Old Don't be polite. The broken stick in his right hand struck him diagonally.

After a few moves, the crowd of spectators was sensational, but when they saw Mo Weiyang's sword walking lightly, the light flashed like a rainbow, and when the leaves were opened and closed, they were elegant, dignified, and they had the demeanor of a famous family. The two broken iron rods of the sleeping Arhat are already bulky, and the tricks are slightly sluggish, hitting a stick in the east and smashing a stick in the west, which is really out of order, but people of insight have seen it, but they know that he is wise and foolish, and he is clumsy, and he has reached the very high level of martial arts. His footsteps were also extremely slow, but Mo Weiyang was running high and low, flashing around, and in just one tea hour, he had already attacked more than sixty incoherent killers one after another.

After ten more rounds of fighting, Mo Weiyang's sword moves became faster and faster. His disciples and monks in the temple saw that Mo Weiyang's long sword had undergone such a change, and they were secretly convinced: "Although the swordsmanship of Shenwu Treasure Beast Fort is unique, it is also worthy of its name, and it is really eye-opening today!"