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The old man at the foot of the mountain had to raise his head again, it was not the first time he had seen such a strange crane flying into the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but it's the first time I've seen so many.

"What day is today? Do you want to laugh at me Hu Jiulu?" The old man slammed his hoe on the ground again, pointed in the direction of Qingchuan Mountain and scolded, "Damn!

Of course, the hoe was easily crushed, as if to express the old man's determination.

But the lonely figure of the old man stopped dancing and cursing for a while.

"Forget it, those old guys have their own heavenly paths, I can't find them, but I'm going to be laughed at by them. ”

The old man sighed lonely, like a child who couldn't get a lollipop. It's just that it doesn't make sense.

As soon as the old man stretched out his hand, the broken hoe was actually spliced in the air. It returned to its original shape almost instantly.

The old man continued to hold it, constantly working on the weeds in the field. It's just that the attack is more ruthless.

Meng Bai felt the breath that surrounded him. Even he couldn't figure out what was going on. Why did Haoran righteousness appear like this?

He is like this, let alone Zhao Zhiyao. As for a certain inner disciple of the Changhe Sect with a big nerve, hehe.

"Can you also meet a dead mouse like this?" Du Wei was a little indignant, and kept sighing how against the sky Meng Bai's luck was.

Zhao Zhiyao had already crossed countless trees, but when he heard what Meng Bai said, he felt the majestic righteousness that had almost condensed into substance on Meng Bai's body.

She began to doubt what she had learned at home. How could there be such a situation, now she looked at Meng Bai with the same eyes as if she was looking at a demon beast.

"To do what Lao Tzu wants to do is justice!"

"Zhang Zheng, what are you doing?" Zhao Zhiyao's clear face twitched slightly.

"I'm trying, Yaoyao, do you see any changes now?" Zhang Zheng looked at Zhao Zhiyao with a serious face, wanting to see something from the girl's pale blue eyes.

"Yes. ”

"Really?" Zhang Zheng looked excited.

"It's goblith. ”

"Yaoyao, do you want to do this?" Zhang Zheng lowered his hands, and his listless appearance made anyone judge that this person's mental age was no more than ten years old.

It's a pity that Zhao Zhiyao ignored him, and just stopped under a tree again. His body spun in the air so that when he stopped, the tree did not move at all, and there was no sound. This distance is enough to rush over Meng Bai, and it is easier to be discovered.

Even if their light skills are more than one grade higher than Qian Heng, and Qian Heng has no suitable means to perceive it.

But it doesn't matter, now Qian Heng's energy is focused on this small young man.

His internal strength and the blood on the knife were all unconsciously escaping the aura that surrounded Meng Bai.

Qian Heng knew that he would not make a move now. It is estimated that there will be no chance to make a move. I don't know where he got this conclusion.

If only he knew, even so. Meng Bai could only punch him, what kind of expression would he have?

Stabilized his mind a little, and gathered the internal force of the violent blood knife on his right arm and knife. The more cohesive internal force will no longer flinch under the huge Haoran righteousness.

After all, the main role of Haoran righteousness is not to attack. Even Meng Bai's use is also in line with the internal force. It's just that Haoran has too much righteousness, and the internal force is relatively too little.

It is completely impossible to achieve the optimal configuration ratio, and a large part of Meng Bai is waste. However, what Meng Bai is not afraid of now is waste.

No matter how much you waste, it makes sense, if you don't instill all the Haoran righteousness in one blow. It is estimated that it will not cause any harm to Qian Heng's late congenital stage.

Keeping in hiding, this is not the result that Meng Bai wants. He just wanted to punch the money. After all, he ruined so much of his life that he, a "righteous" person, became angry.

As soon as he thought of this, Haoran's righteousness fluctuated again.

Meng Bai opened his hands and clenched them into fists. He seemed to understand what was going on.

If it's not true anger, it's not true justice. No matter how beautiful the words are, it is useless.

After all, justice is not verbal, otherwise Haoran righteousness would not be so rare in this world. And justice doesn't just have to be a moment of kindness.

As for why he was able to obtain Haoran Righteousness so easily, he didn't understand. Even if he has such a righteous heart. According to the logic of this world, you should also cultivate.

Could this be the privilege of genius? Meng Bai told himself a bad joke in his heart. It's a pity that there is no one to refute it.

"Blood machete!

Qian Heng jumped high, and the bloody Pu Dao slashed towards Meng Bai with the posture of splitting Huashan with force. It took Meng Bai a lot of effort to understand that "arrogance" was the name of Qian Heng's move.

Suddenly I felt as if I had seen this scene somewhere. He suddenly remembered that when he used to play an unscrupulous web Three Kingdoms game, Guan Yu seemed to have such a trick.

"Drink!"

Meng Bai also let out a low roar, and the righteous qi that emanated from his body began to converge towards his fist.

He felt his internal force boil too, like a pot of boiling water that was unguarded. Unparalleled power is about to burst out.

What is impossible for the day after tomorrow to the congenital?!!!

Meng Bai felt that his body had reached an extreme. He urgently needed a place to vent, and the boiling internal force kept surging towards his right hand. But it wasn't enough, he shouted the name of this trick, and what could not be vented physically was vented at this moment.

"Shaolin Long Fist, Infernal!"

Infernal Hell is from the Buddhist "Lotus Sutra", "Kusha Treatise", "Xuanying Yinyi" and other scriptures, transliterated as "Abi Hell", Sanskrit "avicinaraka", Azhi Yan Wu, the name of the nose, "Abi" means infernal. Infernal Hell is the eighth of the Eight Hells and the most bitter of the Eight Hells.

The simple Shaolin Changquan is named after "Infernal", which is simply disrespectful to the Buddha. And why does Shaolin, which is a Buddhist temple, have such a situation.

Meng Bai really couldn't understand that when his brain was instilled with Shaolin Changquan, this punch was at the end. It's not the same as all the previous moves.

The previous one is basically based on exercise and improvement, and only this style is a crazy attack. And the routines and descriptions don't look like they come from Shaolin Changquan at all.

However, it has already appeared, and Meng Bai naturally will not doubt it. I just think that this is a hidden trick in Shaolin Changquan. In previous novels, didn't it always say that some of the last moves of martial arts need to be comprehended by the protagonist himself?

It's just that the consumption of this move is too high, and Meng Bai has almost no way to urge the internal force in his way.

And now, he hardly has to worry about such a situation. He only needs to think about how to use the internal force of the riot in his body.

So with a heroic and righteous spirit, a phantus appeared behind Meng Bai, a golden-bodied Arhat holding a huge golden stick. And both the golden stick and the arhat were burning with golden flames.

In reality, a flame also appeared in Meng Bai's right hand. It's just that it's not the gold on Luohan's body, but a more peculiar white.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, almost engulfing the two of them.

"It's not fair, it's not fair!" said a strange voice in a corner of the voice, and he didn't know who was yelling.

It's just that the corner is still quiet, as if there is nothing, in fact, it is a void. Only the voice of the dumb man sounded here. I don't know who I'm questioning.

"You give Meng Bai so little, but you give "him" so rich. It's not fair at all!" Du Wei did not hear a response, but continued to protest.

At this time, another voice actually sounded in the void, the same mechanical sound, but it didn't look like a dumb one. It's like the voice that wants to erase Meng Bai.

"What I give is Meng Bai, and "he" is Meng Bai. Look, isn't Meng Bai using this trick?" he narrated in a flat voice, unable to tell whether it was an explanation or a mockery.

"No! I want you to withdraw!" Du Wei was still not satisfied, still angrily fighting the voice.

"Withdraw? Just kidding! When did I get under the command of your pseudo-personality, and I'm the master here!" the voice revealed a fact.

Duwei's voice went limp, and it ceased to exist.

Rumble!

The white flames exploded, and even the sky was burned with a shuddering sound. It's like a crying cicada.

The flames splashed like rain, but they were gone before they hit the ground. Like a bunch of brilliant fireworks.

But it is a white firework that can show brilliant light during the day.

It's a pity to appreciate it, there are only two people, Zhang Zheng and Zhao Zhiyao.

Even Meng Bai and Qian Heng couldn't see such a wonderful scene because they were too close.

Zhang Zheng secretly glanced at Zhao Zhiyao, and he didn't dare to express it cowardly. I want to hold her in my arms, but I'm afraid she'll hate herself. I didn't even dare to touch my hands.

On the contrary, Zhao Zhiyao took Zhang Zheng's hand unrestrainedly and happily pointed to the white fireworks that were still in the air.

But how can Zhang Zheng have the heart to see it?

He felt that he had to say something, otherwise he would be too embarrassed, "Yaoyao, what kind of person do you think Meng Bai is?"

Zhang Zheng asked cautiously tentatively, as if he was afraid that the girl would see something.

The girl turned her face sideways, her long hair casually on her shoulders, and she couldn't see what the expression was.

"Meng Bai, he's a very interesting person. It's also very powerful, albeit sometimes a little out of tune. But it always feels like he can do everything, including things we never thought of, or even dared not think of. And deep down, he is still a kind person. All in all, a nice person. ”

Zhang Zheng sat weakly on the tree, although he knew that it didn't mean anything, he was still very sad.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhiyao tightened his hand and pointed at the flames, "Look!"