Lu Youjiao performed 'stepping on the tide and watching the wind', one step at a time, and only five steps to the top of the ten-mile Taoyuan Valley, but it is a pity that 'stepping on the tide and watching the wind' is not a Taoist magic that can cross thousands of miles in one step, nor is it a 'teleportation' stunt that can only be performed by monks during the catastrophe period.

After all, it was a step too late.

The beast that had listened to the sermon for six hundred years under the throne of the Great Immortal Master of Kunlun Mountain was still one step faster.

When the jade leopard opened its mouth and pounced on Xu Xiaoxian, who was blown back dozens of meters by the air current, hung on a tree branch, and had already passed out, Lu Youjiao was weak and weak, and all thoughts were lost.

One step away.

As far away as the blue sky.

In an instant, time seemed to stand still.

Lu Youjiao seemed to see the figure of the jade leopard that pounced on the seventh junior brother Xu Xiaoxian being frozen, frozen in mid-air less than three meters away from the seventh junior brother.

A fiery red phantom appeared in front of the jade leopard out of thin air, three points clear, seven points dark, dots of colorful flames wandering all over the body, one point of emptiness and one point of reality, bright and shining, extremely gorgeous.

The phantasm had a pair of fiery red wings, vaguely resembling a phoenix's crown, a human face, a purple swallow's chin, a dragon's neck, a peacock's tail, a goshawk's claws, and a pair of slender women's hands.

This phantom shadow floated in front of the jade leopard, let out a 'giggle' chuckle like a woman, stretched out those slender hands, pulled one of the fangs of the jade leopard's upper and lower jaws, and tore it lightly.

The jade leopard, who had listened to the sermon for six hundred years under the throne of the Great Kunlun Immortal Master, let out a heart-rending roar, and was torn in half by these slender hands. A turquoise Neidan floated in front of the phantom's eyes and was swallowed by her in one gulp.

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The hundreds of Longjing peach blossom trees that were broken by the aftermath of the sword of the green-robed boy were restored overnight and there was no trace. Others think it's incredible, and Lu Youjiao, who knows the roots of Shili Taoyuan, takes it for granted.

The meridians and bones of the seventh junior brother were shattered, most of the one hundred and eight immortal lamps were extinguished, and they rekindled overnight, and the seventh junior brother woke up and was alive and well, Lu Youjiao was strange Although it was strange, the master went to the Spring God Mountain three thousand miles away, Uncle Chixia was not there, and the cave master Uncle Su was in the closed Jiazi Pass, Lu Youjiao felt that it was not a bad thing after all, and it didn't hurt if he didn't know.

Remembering the scene when Xu Xiaoxian's forehead Heavenly Sparrow Mark swallowed the Jade Leopard Neidan who had been preaching for six hundred years in one gulp, the Great Immortal Master of Kunlun Mountain sat down to listen to the sermon, Lu Youjiao found an answer that could only be regarded as an answer.

Feedback.

The sparrow feeds back.

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Lu Youjiao went to the cliff west of the ten-mile peach orchard, and six or seven golden-winged kites were dying one after another, and he did not harvest even a demon pill, so he had to let the golden-winged kite bleed and dragged it back.

In addition, Xu Xiaoxian, who has been going south for 12 years, and Li Daniu, an old Taoist, are familiar with stealing chickens and touching dogs.

The two set up the grill, and they didn't know where Lu Youjiao came back with some salt and ingredients, so it was naturally Xu Xiaoxian who did it.

Xu Xiaoxian's smooth operation made Lu Youjiao praise Youjia, but Xu Xiaoxian's chattering ghost philosophy made Lu Youjiao dumbfounded.

According to what Xu Xiaoxian said, barbecue! One point roast, two points turned, seven points, etc., and climb the belly of the little lady, the heart is anxious, the kung fu has no thick and fine aftertaste, blindly lifting the gun on the horse and stirring up the horse, and the early defeat will be criticized by the little lady. Where is not the pursuit of a persistent truth?

After two hours, the barbecue meat was freshly baked and the meat was fragrant.

Xu Xiaoxian tore off a piece of soft meat roasted until it was browned around the rib and stuffed it into his mouth, but Lu Youjiao tore off some of the tips of his wings and chewed slowly, took a small bite, and closed his eyes and chewed.

Xu Xiaoxian looked at Lu Youjiao and said vaguely: hypocrisy.

Lu Youjiao laughed, swallowed the tips of his wings with bones and meat, and vaguely remembered a joke: Men, they have urinated together, drank wine together, and eaten meat together, which is the friendship of iron fighting.

Listening to the rough words, I also think about the slang that can't be scrutinized, but sometimes it's really like that.

Lu Youjiao stopped eating a small wing tip, and told Xu Xiaoxian about the 'Seventy-two Ways of Earth Fist'.

"Seventy-two road earth fist, not the same as the thirty-six road Tiangang boxing, thirty-six road Tiangang boxing pay attention to yin and yang mutual aid, advance and retreat, retreat and advance, yin with yang, yang gives birth to yin. It is derived from the forging chapter in the Taoist secret book "Liangyi Shen Tong Deed", which is the most important pursuit of the balance between the acupoint qi and the body, and the advance and retreat of one qi are orderly, and each move must be led by the heart, and one breath and one breath must not be sloppy.

Seventy-two road earth fists are not so particular, only seeking a fierce, open and close way. The mental method is also the artistic conception of pursuing Kunlun in one go, not hitting the south wall and not looking back. is also like the pawn who crossed the river on the chessboard, who can advance but not retreat, if he is obedient, he can capture the king and kill the elephant, and if he is against it, he will die and have no life. Fists to the flesh are the best choice to boost morale, and the secular military robe is the best choice to charge into battle, but we monks have long since abandoned it.

Senior Brother Xu,

How can there be a monk who fights to the death as soon as they meet, isn't it all the magic weapon of the flying sword called back and forth.

To put it bluntly, the seventy-two Earth Demon Fists are not even considered big road goods in the world of cultivators......

Why does the master want you to practice the 'Seventy-two Roads Earth Fist' instead of Tiangang Boxing, I don't know and don't dare to speculate, the master just said, this is the uncle Chixia Fairy explained. ”

Xu Xiaoxian bit a piece of fatty barbecue, ate it so violently that the oil and water burst out, and I don't know if I was listening.

Lu Youjiao rubbed the oil stains on his hands, put on a posture, and said: "There are a total of seventy-two styles of the Earth Evil Fist, I will slow down the movement and block the true yuan, but only three times, junior brother, can you write down how much." ”

Xu Xiaoxian spit out a golden-winged kite bone and nodded with the corners of his eyebrows.

Lu Youjiao didn't care whether Xu Xiaoxian saw it or not, and took care of himself and started a seventy-two fist.

The name of the move will be said every time he hits, although Lu Youjiao slowed down and didn't use a trace of true yuan, he still punched the earth demon punch with a big opening and closing momentum.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded in the fist, the fist had the power to open the monument and crack the stone, and the fist had the momentum of giving up who else.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't take his eyes off it, engraved every move and style in his mind, and didn't feel Lu Youjiao's fist intent, but just wrote down the moves.

The second time, Lu Youjiao retreated a hundred paces away, sped up his speed, and still didn't use the true yuan.

I saw the shadow of the fist in the sky, a punch slammed over a punch, the sound of breaking the air was endless, and the stones flew into the sand within a hundred and ten steps. After the fight, only fist pits were left all over the ground, hundreds or thousands.

The third time, Lu Youjiao only threw three punches.

With just three punches, the three huge fists turned into three giant fists and went straight to the peach blossom tree in Longjing.

Hundreds of Longjing peach blossom trees fell in response to the sound of fists!

Is this still a big road cargo?

Xu Xiaoxian was dumbfounded, Lu Youjiao just shook his head and said, "One hundred fists to break through armor one hundred and sixteen, compared to the three thousand and six armor broken by the master Chixia Fairy with one sword, it is simply not worth mentioning. Yesterday, Sun Shushen's sword intent was still able to break hundreds of armors just after the aftermath. ”

Xu Xiaoxian said suspiciously: "Senior brother just now obviously only threw three punches, and he broke thousands of peach blossom trees, if you really want to use a hundred punches, you have to break tens of thousands of armor, which is naturally not comparable to Chixia Shibo, but the beast surnamed Sun in the Tower of Babel is very powerful, but it is not necessarily higher than the senior brother." ”

Three punches?

"Which three punches? Is it just three punches? Tell my senior brother, is it just three punches?" Lu Youjiao was stunned for a moment, then puzzled, and then ecstatic, a pair of hands that were far longer than ordinary people grabbed Xu Xiaoxian, raised it above his head, and said in surprise.

The hands of the sixth senior brother are like a pair of iron hoops.

Didn't I say it badly, Senior Brother Sixth is going to fall to my death?

No, Senior Brother Six's expression is not bad, although it is a little weird.

Inexplicably, Xu Xiaoxian had to be careful and whispered:

Mountains.

Catch the tiger.

Catch the gods.