"A monk?"

"A thief?"

"A ladybird?"

Three different titles, representing three different personalities. Zhang Yan, Long Zaitian, and Geographic, it is not difficult to guess which sentence came from which person's mouth.

The three exclamations also represent the inner world of the three people.

There is no shortage of masters in the rivers and lakes who practice arrogant foreign kung fu and hard qigong. But this kind of foreign kung fu, even if it is crowned with copper skin and iron bones by people who do good things, and it is invulnerable or something, it is also blown out. Anyway, as far as Zhang Remnant knows, in the Middle-earth Martial Arts, there is no one who can be silent, dodge, or dodge, and eat Zhang Remnant's knife without being hurt......

There is no such martial arts in the world, all this is an illusion! It must be an illusion!

Uh, wait!

Zhang Zhan suddenly thought of Jiang Qiu again, and logically, from Jiang Qiu's body, he thought of the first magic skill of Shaolin Temple - King Kong is not bad!

"King Kong is not bad?" Zhang Yan also said.

The old monk, who was like a piece of dead wood, suddenly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes are they!

Clean, thorough, desireless, undemanding, simple and innocent.

Being watched by such a pair of eyes, Zhang Yan only felt that his whole body was indescribably comfortable, and he even had a sense of homecoming like a wanderer returning to his hometown and a tired bird returning to the forest.

"The monk is from Tianzhu?"

Before this, Zhang Yan had never seen any Tianzhu people. However, the appearance of this old monk does have some similarities with the people in northern Xinjiang.

"Dragon donor, land donor, can you accompany the old monk to Jiangdu?"

The national capital of Goryeo is Gangdu.

It seems that the old monk is probably entrusted by Jin Xuanlin to come to capture the dragon in the sky and the earth.

No wonder Zhang Yan helped the two brothers just now, Jin Qian was indifferent to even the least stop, it turned out that there were such masters as backup.

At the same time, Zhang Yan also expected that this level would definitely be very difficult.

The reason is still Jin Qian's indifference.

She obviously knew how powerful this monk was, and she had absolute confidence in whether he could capture the two of them.

Zhang Zhan then thought of another side: "The master is so cultivated, transcendent and extraordinary, but now he is willing to give orders to Jin Xuanlin, is there any ulterior here?"

It's not that Zhang Xuan looks down on Jin Xuanlin, but with the excellence of this divine monk, it is obviously not something that ordinary people can command with arrogance, even if Jin Xuanlin is the king of Goryeo!

"Amitabha, sin and sin!" The old monk folded his hands, which can be regarded as acquiescing to Zhang Zhan's statement, and it can be regarded as confirming Zhang Zhan's speculation.

A while ago, in order to help Mo Suihan practice, the two of them went to Tianzhu to make a fuss, and they also stole the treasure of Tianzhu, the Moon Divine Stone.

The treasures of Zhenguo were stolen, and the move of passing on the sky was tantamount to a slap in the face of Tianzhu Kingdom.

Then, the whole country in Tianzhu was indignant. Then, a team of ascetic monks crossed the Himalayas, which stretched for thousands of miles and towered into the clouds, to the Central Plains, to recover the Moon God Stone, and also to seek justice from the Central Plains.

To put it simply, this is no longer a simple theft, but has risen to the level of state diplomacy.

What happened next, Zhang Yan is unknown. Anyway, the Tianzhu monk has the heart to recover the Moon God Stone, and even if Zhongtu has the heart to return the Moon God Stone, this bird thing is in the hands of Chuantian. If Chuantian is unwilling to return it, today's order will be a relief for Chuantian.

According to Zhang Remnant's understanding of Chuantian, the ending is obvious. Even if the so-called holy decree really reaches the hands of the hard-to-find Chuantian, if Chuantian is happy, let me listen to you finish reading the holy decree, if you are not happy, I will send you back to the west directly.

Therefore, at least the matter of returning the Moon God Stone, Zhang Yan did not hear the result.

Having said that, not to mention that others are dissatisfied with Chuantian's move, even Zhang Yan thinks that in fact, it is just a broken stone, it really can't be done, Chuantian will be returned to others, and it is better to apologize and say a few good words than to set up a strong enemy......

As for this Tianzhu monk, it is normal for him to be so miraculous that he was co-opted by Jin Xuanlin with great effort.

After all, Jin Xuanlin has just ascended to the throne, and he especially needs the support of a large number of masters to help him eradicate dissidents and exterminate the remnants of evil. So, Jin Xuanlin didn't know how much effort he had spent, how much lips and tongue he had consumed, and it happened that the Tianzhu Divine Monk was not angry with the Central Plains because of the matter of the Moon Divine Stone, so the combination of the two sides was natural and logical.

Moreover, this high monk was a real outsider, and Jin Xuanlin was afraid that he had promised him some kind of benefit that was almost harsh, so he temporarily took it under his command.

Will Jin Xuanlin do a loss-making business? Definitely not! So where will the promised benefits be paid from? Naturally, it will be the Central Plains!

"My two brothers have been in the country for many years, and if they can live until now, they will already make a steady profit! The master can take the lives of my two brothers, but he doesn't want us to grovel to Jin Xuanlin's stubble!"

Although the terrain Kun looked delicate, his words were full of pride, especially the sentence "Jin Xuanlin's miscellaneous", which simply talked about Zhang Ran's heart, and Zhang Zan's natural applause!

"We're going to break through!" the dragon looked at each other in the sky and the earth, and his words were quite respectful.

Even if this is an enemy, because of his otherworldly cultivation, he has earned the respect of the two of them. Therefore, it is not without reason that martial arts practitioners want to become the ultimate master.

"Amitabha!" the Tianzhu monk recited the Buddha's name.

His expression was that of the real Gujing Bubo, but Zhang Zhan knew very well that King Kong was not bad, and the magic skill was powerful. If this divine skill is successful, I am afraid that the three of them will join forces, at least with the current strength of the three of them, it will still be difficult to cause any harm to this divine monk.

However, Buddhism and martial arts, compassion is cherished, and there are few that really cause death. This battle may be treacherous, but there is no need to worry about the danger of your life.

So of course, Zhang Zhan would not let go of this opportunity, and also held the Miao knife tightly, took a step forward, and shrouded it with knife energy.

The old monk didn't seem to know.

In other words, Zhang Remnant's sword aura did seem to make him unable to move, but Zhang Remnant faintly felt that all this was more like an illusion, more like an illusion.

He was not qualified to immobilize the old monk at all.

"The donor is so profound in Buddhism and martial arts, I don't know who to learn from?" The old monk saw at a glance that Zhang Remnant's body also had a pure Buddhist internal force, and also saw at a glance that Zhang Remnant's body was carrying the martial arts foundation of the Flower Fingering, the One-Finger Zen and the Half-Hung King Kong Divine Skill.

It's just that I don't know how he saw it, anyway, Zhang Zhan is running at this time, and it is still the authentic Taoist internal strength of the Taishan Sect.

The only thing Zhang Remnant knew was all his secrets, which seemed to be understood by the old monk at a glance, and he was asked with a simple sentence, so that there was almost no fighting.

The words of the old monk also contain a certain kind of magic of pure heart and few desires, and the words are like hypnosis, which makes people want to immediately put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, and from then on disappear from any disputes.

Naturally, the momentum of Zhang Miao's blade also dissipated suddenly.

With a wry smile, Zhang Yan sighed: "The master is bullying the younger generation with his superior Dharma. ”

The Tianzhu Divine Monk smiled calmly.

To tell the truth, he is not good-looking, and his smile is actually ugly, but his smile itself is as simple as that of an ignorant child, and one will never suspect that he is a hypocrisy.

"Hey!"

The dragon on the other side is of course different from Zhang Chuan in the sky and terrain, after all, the old monk's goal is not Zhang Zan. If they are caught, what awaits them will be a thousand cuts.

The two spears, one on the left and one on the right, took the eyes of the old monk.

No matter how magical King Kong is, the softest and most fragile eyes of human beings can't ignore the sharpness of the world, right?

The old monk was still sitting cross-legged, and he stretched out his right hand as slow as a snail's step.

With such a speed, it stands to reason that he should be caught off guard against this spear that is as fast and powerful as lightning and thunder. How do you know that the old monk actually came first, and his five fingers crossed the wonderful and mysterious trajectory, and in an instant, this old monk who was sitting dry became as high as a majestic mountain in Zhang Yan's eyes.

His thumb poked out alone, and the dragon in the sky made Zhang Yan have no benefit of the spiral energy, but at this time, how could he still have the majesty before?

Flower fingering!

However, his fingering of the flowers is no more simple and Zen than Zhang Yan's splendor. The power is not many grades higher than that of Zhang Remnant!

The martial arts of Buddhism are the most demanding. In addition to the subtle internal force of Buddhism, there must also be a Buddha heart that has no desires and no desires, and is compassionate.

With a "bang", the old monk's thumb pressed on the sharp tip of the spear, and the dragon smashed the yellow dragon's blow in the sky, and it stopped abruptly.

And that's not the end of it.

Long Zaitian only felt an extremely viscous suction coming from the old monk's thumb, and even made him lose control of the spear in his hand.

The dragon was naturally shocked in the sky.

He had been in Goryeo for decades, and the spear suddenly no longer belonged to him, and this experience was the first time in his life.

I saw that the spear seemed to have become the old monk's weapon, he just snapped it, and then came first, just with the spear of the dragon in the sky, blocking the shot that the terrain Kun stabbed at his right eye.

Even though Zhang Remnant was inclined to the two of them, he still felt a cold sweat for the old monk when he saw that the old monk was so close to blocking the tip of the spear that almost touched his eyeballs.

If it is a little slower, or the old monk is a little out of control, there will be another seed of blind massage in the world!

Not much gossip.

The two spears intersected suddenly, and the dragon's body shook violently at the same time in the sky and the earth, and at the same time he took off the spear in his hand and flew out upside down.

It seems that the two of them did not attack the old monk at all, but it looked like the two brothers had fought hard.

Fortunately, the two of them were not mediocre hands after all, and the scene of falling and rolling on the ground did not appear, but they turned their heads together, and then stood firm again. It's just that the horror on their faces shows that their hearts are by no means as smooth and calm as standing, without any flaws.

"Amitabha. ”

The Tianzhu monk seemed to have done a small thing that was not enough at all, and he was not surprised or pleased to recite the Buddha's name.

Then he waved his robe, swished twice, and the spear flew towards the dragon and the earth again.

This is really what Chiguoguo looks down on.

Being put into the white blade empty-handed is a very shameless thing for martial arts practitioners. Now the old monk not only accomplished such a feat, but also returned the weapon he had taken, even if the dragon did not suffer any internal injuries at all, he was already so sad that he wanted to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Yan was also a little angry: "Master, please advise!"

There is no room to be left when you shoot, and you should be absolutely unbeaten.

The three knives condensed into one, directly slashing the head of the monk.

If this divine monk can use the magic skills of King Kong not to break the gods, and hard to catch Zhang Remnant's Yingtian Three Uniques, then Zhang Remnant's temper will come and go faster.

After all, the best and most powerful tricks don't break the defense, they deserve to be looked down upon, and they deserve to have no temper.

Although the old monk still had no expression, he read: "The donor is a good means!"

The next moment, something happened that made Zhang Yan almost pee his pants.

The old monk waved lightly with one arm, as if the mantis arm was as immeasurable as a car, and he even wanted to use his flesh palm to catch the blade of the Miao knife.

Unexpectedly, his wrist suddenly became extremely twisted, as if his entire arm was boneless, leaving only flesh and blood.

I saw that he folded his backhand in half, and the back of his hand was completely attached to his arm, as if his wrist bone had suddenly been broken.

However, in this way, not only did his palm just avoid the most powerful point of Ying Tiansanjue, but then he used his wrist bone as if it had been broken, and with the back of his hand and forearm, he actually sandwiched Zhang Yan's Miao Knife between the two.

Zhang Yan was shocked by the old monk's deep internal force like an ocean, and his body was numb and crispy like an electric shock, and he was even more frightened by the old monk's almost demonic tricks, and sat on the ground with a butt.

"This, what kind of martial arts is this?" asked Zhang Yan, whose mouth opened wide and trembled a little.

"It's called yoga. "The old monk knows everything, and he says everything.

"It's amazing!" Zhang Yan exclaimed.

It's really better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, before that, if someone told Zhang Zan, there is still a martial art in the world that can twist his own limbs and bones to dissolve the fierce strength of others and fight back, Zhang Zan, I'm afraid he will scold him for being insane.

This kind of yoga magic skill seems to be similar to the bone shrinking technique of Middle Earth, but in fact, it is more than one grade higher than the bone shrinking technique.

"The donor has a relationship with my Buddha, if you want to learn, the old man should teach him. ”

Zhang Yan blinked: "Do you want to learn!"

"It's not that hard. Insist on cutting off all the bones in the body three times a day, and after ten years, there will be a small success. ”

Zhang Yan thought about it, and smiled again: "The younger generation does not worship the Buddha when they meet it, they do not sweep the tower, they are lustful, they have good wine and meat, and they are stubborn, but they have nothing to do with my Buddha at all." ”

What are you kidding, this is not practice, this is self-harm.