The old monk is the elder of the Gandharva Temple in the Western Regions, the Dharma name is the top of the man, the Gandhara Temple advocates martial arts, and the monks of the whole temple are all warriors, and they are respected by their strength.

When the bearded guest and he made a feud, he was not a monk, nor did he practice martial arts, when he heard the news and rushed home, his horse gang brother family was killed by the bearded guest, at that time he was determined to avenge his brother, and later a wandering monk in Gandharan Temple saw that he was extraordinary, accepted as a disciple, these years have been hard work, and finally reached the peak of the half-step innate level of the ground.

It is extremely difficult to break through at the ground level, and it is not something that can be broken through by painstaking cultivation, and it takes a certain opportunity to have an epiphany and comprehend the mysteries of heaven and earth in order to break through.

Innate warriors can lead the general trend of heaven and earth for their own use, and their force is comparable to that of a monk in the foundation building period. This time, in order to seek an opportunity to break through, the Master led his disciples to enter the world to practice together, and by the way, he inquired about the news of the enemy, and just found the place where the descendants of the bearded guest lived.

He deserves to be unlucky, if he had done it a day earlier, Zhang Xiaolin would not have come back.

As soon as Zhang Xiaolin made a move this time, he knew that he had encountered a lifelong rival, so he made all his moves, stomped on his feet, and a three-inch-long stainless steel dagger stretched out from his shoes on his toes, sandwiched between the heavy leg shadows, which was unguardable.

Zhang Xiaolin saw the shadow of his feet with a sharp knife rolling towards him like a whirlwind, and he didn't dare to be careless, he raised his hands, and the few embroidery needles he had just recovered shot towards the top of the Moting Master.

The skill of the Master was indeed not comparable to that of his disciples, and his shoes were made of an extremely strong metal, so the embroidery needle was only slightly delayed, and he disappeared.

Seeing the sharp knife in the shadow of his feet, Zhang Xiaolin didn't dare to take it hard, and his divine sense locked on the feet of the man on the top of the mo, and the figure flickered, and the person had already turned to the back of the man on the top of the motop.

The man on the top of the motorcycle kicked in the air, suddenly felt the crisis behind him, and immediately lowered his head to avoid the kick from Zhang Xiaolin's driver.

Zhang Xiaolin wanted to practice well with the Master of Moding, but he didn't expect him to sneak attack with weapons, and it seemed that the idea of using him to exercise could not be realized, so he said to the Master of Moding: "Hey, great monk, we are fighting a battle, so that you can lose your heart, how about it?"

"Little doll, how do you want to fight, draw the next line, I'll continue. ”

"Wouldn't we be able to test our fists and kicks first, and then use our weapons?"

"Okay, the little doll Hugh is going to be rampant, do you think the old man's fists are vegetarian? I advise you not to stand out for them, offending me Ganda Temple is not a joke. ”

"Gandhara Temple? It's okay, I'll be free one day, and I'll destroy it. ”

"Haha, joke, you can't even beat me, and you still say wildly, I'm just a second- or third-rate warrior in Ganda Temple. ”

"Don't blow the atmosphere, under the whole world, for the time being, no innate masters have been discovered, you and I are at the peak of the ground level, and we are already top-level existences, even if you have a deep foundation in Ganda Temple?"

Seeing that Zhang Xiaolin couldn't be frightened, the master shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you will fight." ”

Both of them wanted to find an opportunity to break through, and after a few battles, they stood opposite each other in the middle of the martial arts arena, staring at each other.

Zhang Xiaolin's divine sense swept behind him, three Xuan-level martial artists had already fallen, and one was struggling to support, among the three prefecture-level, the one who Zhang Zifu and Zhang Guo were fighting because of their injuries was already staggered and in danger, and the other two were also the Zhang family's stable upper hand, and their hearts were settled.

Zhang Xiaolin did not learn any martial arts moves, and purely relied on his divine sense to see the trend of each move of the opponent, and captured the flaws in the opponent's moves and attacked with weaknesses.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the person on the top of the Mo moved first, and a punch of the black tiger pounced on his heart.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't dodge, fist to fist, the loud sound of "bang bang bang" that he only heard in the field did not stop, and in an instant, the two of them bombarded each other with more than a dozen punches, Zhang Xiaolin felt the pain of his fists piercing his heart, and knew that the bones might be cracked.

The man on the top of the Mo was no better, his fists were red and swollen, and his teeth were cracked in pain.

Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, the master suddenly changed his moves, his hands were opened, and his big fan-like hands slapped down on Zhang Xiaolin.

Zhang Xiaolin's heart tightened, he felt the changes in the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth, the palm of the master should be a martial art used by the innate master, with the help of the general trend of heaven and earth, this palm is not bad!

There is a defensive move in Taijiquan, which is like a seal, and seals its own door tightly.

The palm of the master was too powerful, Zhang Xiaolin's whole body aura was all concentrated in his palms, as if he was sealed, and his whole body was wrapped in aura, like a round ball, which was shot a few feet away by the master of the top of the mountain, and then he removed the power of this palm, and he just felt a little blood surging, and his eyes were full of stars, and he was not injured.

The Master of Moding did not perform this trick here, it is estimated that he is only a half-step innate, and it is still very difficult to perform innate martial arts.

Zhang Xiaolin took a deep breath, and the true yuan ran rapidly in his body for a week, and gradually calmed down.

"Come again!" Zhang Xiaolin shouted and took the initiative to pounce.

The man on the top of the moth had obviously not fully recovered, and when he saw this, he raised his leg and kicked it.

Zhang Xiaolin knew that his leg skills were powerful, so he also attacked him with too many legs.

Just kicking with his legs, Zhang Xiaolin is not afraid of him, but he must guard against the steel dagger on the feet of the people on the top of the mo.

After a few rounds of kicking, Zhang Xiaolin's legs ached faintly, and he was a little surprised.

In fact, the most surprising thing is the master of Moding, Zhang Xiaolin is young, and his attainments in his legs are so high, how can he not be frightened when he fights with himself!

However, the Master is not afraid in his heart, and he still has a big back hand that has not come out!