The three eminent monks chanted the Buddha's name at the same time.

They used neither Goryeo nor Chinese, which was the native language of their Tianzhu.

At this time, Zhang Chuan could still have a whim: the Buddha must be a very knowledgeable and intelligent person. Otherwise, how could he understand all the races and languages in the world?

After all, if you don't understand it, then you have failed such a large number of believers in Buddha?

Subsequently, Zhang Zhan's attention was attracted by the complexion of the three monks.

Zhang Remnant has not read 10,000 volumes of books, and Zhang Remnant of Wanli Road barely passes. However, going south and north, I have seen a lot of strange people, but I have never seen such a complexion like the three monks in front of me.

This is an indescribable color, but in his eyes, Zhang Zhan intuitively imagined a material that looks like gold and not gold, jade and not jade, and wood and not wood, and is by no means a simple flesh and blood.

It seems that no amount of sharpness can hurt the skin.

Zhang Chuan could only secretly pray that the King Kong Miracle of these three high monks could not be completed, otherwise, he would not hesitate to pull Mo Suihan and turn his head and run.

He also heard that the three monks had a long pulse, and it took ten breaths for ordinary people to make the hearts of these three monks beat.

Even if Zhang Zan's Miao Knife was revealed, the three monks still did not move, as if the cold killing intent that Zhang Remnant burst out was just a breeze on the face of these three monks.

Then Zhang Yan was depressed and found that he didn't have the time to make a move at all.

Three people, zigzag.

Three people, breathing and heartbeat in unison, as if they were one.

It's a bit like the three brothers of the Duan family that Zhang Zhan has seen.

The three Buddha horns were like one sound, even if Zhang Remnant couldn't understand them, but the Sanskrit sounds echoed each other like the Sutra Buddha horn, and they lingered in his ears for a long time, so easily, so that Zhang Remnant's killing intent slowly dissipated with the faint sound.

Zhang Yan smiled bitterly, the so-called retribution is not happy, the ancients are honest and do not deceive me!

Because he didn't recognize the font of Goryeo, he got a glimpse of the true meaning from the handwriting of Long Zaitian or Ditu Kun, and realized the mystery of spiral strength and the essence of Liaoyuan marksmanship from the font.

But retribution is also coming! It is precisely because he can't understand the words of Tianzhu that Zhang Yan can hear the Buddha's sacred thoughts and the Zen in them like thunder through his ears.

If it drags on any longer, there is no need to fight, Zhang Chuan was hypnotized by this peace, as if he didn't have any idea of doing anything!

Miao Dao picked up, a ball of snowballs swished, and headed towards the door of the monk in front of him.

The high monk in front of him, his age, even with the skill of Zhang Zhi's eyesight, could not be judged. I can only guess that he must have at least a young age that is not confused.

Because a pair of jet-black eyebrows are very long, young people naturally do not have this condition.

The people believe that people with long eyebrows have a long lifespan, and they are the faces of a hundred years old.

The snow ball reached the face, and I saw that the five fingers of the high monk suddenly closed one by one, and the snow ball containing Zhang Remnant's internal strength and killing intent did not even make a muffled sound, and was broken by him with the fingering method of the flower.

The two of them fought a trick, and Zhang Yan and the old monk both shook slightly.

From this, Zhang Chuan sensed the strange and wonderful internal force of the old monk.

It was a chaotic force that seemed to encompass everything.

I am afraid that no matter whether it is rigid or soft, or yin or yang, or the internal force of Taoism or Buddhism or the demon sect, when it comes to the old monk, it will not be able to break through his meridians.

However, Zhang Yan was not very afraid.

The kung fu of Buddhism pays the most attention to the Buddha's heart, and pays the most attention to immobility, silence, and the mind is as calm as water. As long as the monk is angry or kills, then his martial arts will be self-defeating.

Taking a step back, even if he can't break his Buddha heart and have compassion for him, then Zhang Zhan at least doesn't have to worry about any danger to his life.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Chuan is playing tricks.

Ying Tiansan immediately struck.

The three knives are in one, and the three knives refer to the old monk's heavenly spirit cover.

Such a mighty sword that penetrated the heavens and the earth still could not move the three old monks in any way.

They shouted the Buddha horn in unison, first with endless Zen intent, dissolving the killing intent in Zhang Remnant's knife intent, and then the three of them moved at the same time. Three thumbs, pointing at the blade of the blade in the distance.

The three finger winds are also like the three absolute winds of Yingtian, although there are first and last, but they are perfectly assembled at one point and erupt at the same time.

And this "point" of the outbreak also happens to meet the tip of the knife of the three uniques.

What the three old monks used was actually a finger Zen!

One finger Zen, specializing in breaking the true qi of the inner family!

Zhang Yan finally understood the true meaning of this sentence!

Only the one-fingered Zen exerted by the unique internal force that seems to be able to contain all internal forces like the three old monks is qualified to say this!

After a low muffled sound, the air flow overflowed, and in an instant, countless snowflakes were shaken and danced all over the sky.

The powerful force of the exchange of energy, in another form that is not heat, transpires the snowflakes, causing them to condense into countless droplets.

Reflected by the scorching sun, the water droplets also formed a colorful rainbow, which happened to be at the two ends of Zhang Yan and the three monks.

From a distance, it looks like an immortal in the mortal world, fighting the law, dreamy and blurry.

Zhang Yan was shocked and his blood surged, fortunately, the three old monks were merciful and acted in moderation, and did not aim to hurt people. Otherwise, if he attacks it at this time, Zhang Wanshao will not be injured.

Turning his head, Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Xiao Mo, go quickly, go as far as you can, go as fast as you can." ”

Mo Suihan's knowledge has also increased greatly, and he didn't say a word when he heard the words, turned around and left.

Mo Suihan has really been reborn! His walking steps are natural, in addition to the natural way of heaven, it is really very ornamental, indescribably chic and beautiful.

At the same time, Zhang Chuan clearly sensed the three old monks, and Gu Jing Bubo's mentality was a little loose.

Immobility?

Mo Suihan ran away with the Moon God Stone, ran away with their national treasure and the symbol of their Tianzhu, and Zhang Yan was like a roadblock, he really didn't believe that these three old monks could continue to be unmoved.

And Mo Suihan also thought of this, so he didn't dump Zhang Remnant and run alone, but by escaping, he helped Zhang Remnant break the three old monks' "immovable" mental method.

The next moment, Zhang Yan was going to pay for his cleverness.

For example, Buddhist disciples, there are also demons and demons, right?

They really started to do it, and they were no worse than any evil masters!

Zhang Yan's face changed drastically, even though the phantom knife technique stacked thousands of sword shadows, even though the three divine monks were completely enveloped in it, but this sword shadow and knife qi were like a turbulent rapids, but they encountered a boulder in the middle of the mainstream, and they had to separate from it and take a detour.

A huge palm broke through the shadow of the knife and slapped at Zhang Yan's head.

The palm of the hand is still the same palm, but it is just because of the surprise that Zhang Remnant's phantom knife technique returned in vain, which made Zhang Remnant's mind be robbed for a while, so this palm is just the illusion that it is huge.

Although the reason was clear, Zhang Yan still couldn't help but feel shocked.

Immediately, Zhang Yan also poked out with a claw.

When the old monk saw Zhang Remnant's grasp, he was not limited by any palm power, and just like Zhang Remnant, he was a little surprised.

Before he could clean up his mind, he saw that this grab, as if he had broken through the boundary of time and space, had already seized his pulse.

"This trick dragon snatcher, please master for guidance!" Zhang said with a smile.

The old monk was indifferent, although the veins were detained, and it was difficult to do it with all his strength. But then, it was not him who was surprised, but Zhang Yan.

It was slippery and slippery when he started, and Zhang Yan even felt that the skin and flesh of this old monk seemed to be two different combinations, and they couldn't be mixed up at all.

He clearly felt that the wrist that was held by him was unbelievably twisted, and then he broke free under Zhang Yan's stunned gaze. Dragon snatcher, missed!

Looking at the wrist that the old monk pulled out, Zhang Yan blinked: "This is also a yoga miracle?"

Neither of them understood what the other was saying, so they replied to Zhang Yan, and it was still a Buddha name that was very similar to "Amitabha".

Another old monk, barefoot, had already lifted Zhang Zan's calf, and a fleshy palm also slapped Zhang Zan's chest.

Although the three old monks were moved, they didn't rush up directly, but they only saw that Zhang Remnant had blocked their partner's pulse just now, and just in case, the two of them made a timely move.

Zhang Yan remained silent, and the fingering of the flowers stacked layers of energy, and first met the palm that came to his chest.

What a clever Zhang Can, who has such a good vision, actually miscalculated at this time!

For nothing else, I can only say that this scene is too weird!

That palm, all of a sudden, unbelievably advanced by a few points, as if the arm behind that palm suddenly increased by three points.

In other words, the man's arms do not seem to be fixed length, but can be stretched or retracted, long or short.

Hey, this can be thick or thin......

Of course, this is off-topic! Our protagonist Zhang Chuan doesn't have this kind of spare time, and he still thinks about this bird.

This palm suddenly "extended" by half a foot, which disrupted the rhythm of Zhang's fingering, and easily broke through the air net of the fingering. Zhang Remnant couldn't make a move, and there was no way to retreat, so he reluctantly picked up the fingering of the flower and pointed it on the arm that seemed to be gold but not gold, jade and not jade, and wood and not wood.

At the beginning of the hand, I felt a touch that was three points harder than steel, and Zhang Remnant's fingering method not only failed to make a contribution, but almost broke his thumb.

That palm also slapped firmly on Zhang Yan's chest.

Even at the last moment, Zhang Remnant had already carried up his half-hung King Kong incorruptible mental method, even if Zhang Remnant's body had been tempered by the blood of the true dragon, but this palm still shocked Zhang Remnant's whole body, and even his spiritual soul, as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

With a "wow", Zhang Yan inevitably spurted out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, the proposed correspondence method was also aborted. The leg bone of his left leg clicked and was kicked off by another old monk.

Of course, after receiving this blow, just like the palm just now, Zhang Yan's whole body, and even his spiritual soul, were hit hard by the sledgehammer again.

Zhang Yan didn't dare to imagine how far he was shot away, he only knew that in fact, these two old monks had received a few points in the end, otherwise, next year today would be his first anniversary.

With a muffled pop, he fell into the thick layer of snow, and the aftershocks covered the rest of the snow powder on Zhang Zhan's body, as if Zhang Zhan had been buried alive.

When he shook his head and stood up desperately, the three old monks and Mo Suihan all disappeared on the plain.

As soon as the door was opened, it seemed that Miss Yan'er and Grandma had reached some agreement, and the two sides had a cordial conversation, and they were further exchanging views on the issue of Xiaoshan's placement, and a lot of consensus was reached. It seems that this meeting also has important guiding significance for how Xiaoshan will develop in the future.

"Running for so long, don't you even look at the time? The food is cold, and I have to reheat it for you!" Miss Yan'er pursed her lips and said with some dissatisfaction.

Zhang Yan opened his mouth, trying to squeeze out a smile, but suddenly, his spirit was sluggish, and with a wow, he spurted out another mouthful of blood and planted it on the ground.

The ghost baby on the side was the first to discover Zhang Remnant's abnormality, don't look at her small, although the serious injury has not healed, but still a healthy step rushed over, a small palm that is more than half smaller than ordinary people, and supported Zhang Remnant: "How is the enemy?"

She first asked about the enemy's situation, which also showed her calmness.

After all, even Zhang was injured, and the enemy was definitely not something they could deal with. If Zhang escaped back here after killing the enemy, it would be better to say that this means that there are no worries.

If Zhang Chuan was only killed and came back, but the enemy still had the ability to fight again, then the first thing to consider was how to escape.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Zhang Yan gasped and held back these two words.

Miss Yan'er was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she hurriedly supported Zhang Yan's shoulder: "I, I was wrong, don't scold you anymore!"

Could it be that she thinks she is Zhuge Kongming? Can she scold and even scold people to death?

Zhang Zhan didn't feel how serious his injuries were now, the magical power of the true dragon's blood made his physical injuries heal quickly at a magical speed.

He felt that his mental disorder was worthy of attention.

The "Buddha nature" of those two eminent monks, through their palms and feet, was corroding Zhang Yan's killing intent.

Two different natures, and diametrically opposed and incompatible telekinesis, are competing with the eight veins of the Qi Sutra of Zhang Remnant.

Zhang Chuan sometimes felt that he should put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, and be lenient and compassionate. Sometimes I feel that there are so many deep hatreds and hatreds on my body, and I should slash all the enemies with my hands, cramp and pull out the bones, even if the blood is flowing like a river!

In short, the chaos in his brain was terrible, his headache was cracking, and there was even more confusion and nightmarish entanglement, which made him unable to express his pain.

Zhang Yan, who couldn't even speak, couldn't help but snort sadly after being supported on the couch.

He didn't even have to look at it, and he knew that his face must be twitching and twisting excessively.

Wow, Miss Yan'er cried, she shook Zhang Ran's arm, in fact, this move made Zhang Zan's head split: "Don't scare me, okay! I really, really don't scold you anymore......"

Zhang Yan grabbed Miss Yan'er's hand with great difficulty, and said in a low voice: "That, you don't know, in fact, I like to see you scold me, very beautiful and beautiful! Ha, haha! If you don't scold me, I'm not happy!"

After saying that, he only felt that the sky was spinning, his eyes were dark, and he completely lost consciousness.