When Zhang Yuan was about to continue listening, the two people in front of him who were talking to each other suddenly stopped.

The man wrapped in a nightcoat turned and rushed out into the distance, with a rapid speed and a few flickeres, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Zhang Yuan didn't dare to chase after him at the first time.

At this time, there will definitely be movement, and if it attracts Shaolin monks, it will not be good for anyone.

And that person can appear here, I'm afraid that there are other internal responses in the temple and the like.

If someone hits someone upside down, it's bad.

Besides, there is a monk standing there who does not know the depths in front of him.

Even if he wanted to, it would be difficult for him to chase.

When Zhang Yuan was thinking about the identities of these two people in his heart, the monk in the night robe slowly turned his head, and his two sharp and terrifying eyes were like two lightning bolts in the night, and Huo Ran looked in Zhang Yuan's direction.

Did he find me?

Zhang Yuan's heart was shocked.

Call!

Suddenly, the pale yellow Buddha light flashed, like yellow lightning in the night, fast to the extreme, when rushing, the fallen leaves on the ground did not have time to be brought up, and they were shattered by the invisible energy.

A violent and blatant aura struck Huo Ran suddenly, ruthless, violent, and murderous.

There is no compassion and benevolence of Buddhist disciples at all.

The black-clothed monk blinked to the front, his big hands were like dragons, flashing in the dark night, his five fingers were like pale yellow dragon claws, with a monstrous murderous aura, unparalleled, domineering and rigid.

With a claw strike, Zhang Yuan even had an illusion.

It was as if the surrounding space was suddenly imprisoned by an invisible force, and a huge dragon claw above his head shrouded down, trying to crush everything.

Dragon Claw Hand!

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but have three big words in his mind.

His eyes suddenly burst with ** light, he was not panicked, his internal qi was running, and a powerful force suddenly came out, shattering the invisible power around him, his five fingers were like knives, shrouded in dazzling golden light, and he also greeted the other party.

Powerful Eagle Claw Gong!

did not use the eighteen palms of the dragon descending or the big mudra that is easy to expose oneself.

It's a vigorous eagle claw skill!

Middle-to-lower grade martial arts!

Kyushu above makes beautiful, and there are many people.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, the two paw prints exchanged blows in the air, each doing their best, and directly grabbed each other more than a dozen times.

The moves are all to lock the pulse and capture and kill, leaving no way out.

After the last blow, the black-clothed monk showed a fierce light in his eyes, and suddenly flipped out, raised his hands high, as if holding the sky, and then sealed on his chest like lightning, and I don't know how many times it was knotted in an instant.

Behind him, the Buddha's light shone brightly, and hundreds of golden light hands appeared, densely packed, and the area of Shalong was filled with a powerful and fierce aura, surging towards Zhang Yuan overwhelmingly.

The moment hundreds of golden light palms appeared behind the black-clothed monk, Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed.

With a stomp on the soles of his feet, he rushed from the treetops, and the palms of his palms suddenly became pitch black, exuding a cold, corrosive dark power.

Three-yin centipede palm!

Bang!

The two of them came to a sturdy collision with pure broken palms.

It is no longer like before, attacking with claws, and the movement is small and undetectable.

At this moment, the impact of powerful internal forces, like a raging wave, swept in all directions, all the pines and cypresses, mountains and rocks were shattered, and the ground trembled.

Bang!

After the blow, the body of the black-clothed monk fell upside down on the spot.

As he flipped upside down, a golden ancient bell appeared on his body, enveloping him.

On the surface of the ancient bell, there is still a black force constantly hitting the ancient bell, making a clanging sound.

This is the aftermath of Zhang Yuan's powerful palm power, constantly colliding.

After Zhang Yuan blasted this shot, he did not dare to continue to attack, but was extremely decisive, and immediately flipped out and disappeared into the darkness.

In his ears, he could hear a lot of the sound of the wind breaking.

Obviously, he brought all the other Shaolin masters over.

When he disappeared, the black-clothed monk finally landed on the ground in the distance, and with a click, the hard stone path under his feet turned directly into powder.

The golden ancient clock on his body also slowly dissipated at this time.

The palms were raised, and the palms were jet black.

A cold and corrosive force had already invaded the body along the meridians.

At the position of the veins of his hands, there were seven or eight more shallow finger prints, which were caught by Zhang Yuan with his strong eagle claw skills before.

"Three Yin Centipede Palms" "Star Sect." ”

He whispered in his mouth, coughed a few times, and his body was invaded by a layer of cold poison, which immediately turned into a yellow shadow and disappeared here.

Not much.

Figures swayed in all directions, and pale yellow light continued to sweep in, and the aura was deep, and soon fell here, with a suspicious look in his eyes, looking towards the surrounding ground and gravel.

The leader was a middle-aged monk with a sad face and a square face.

He was dressed in a robe, raised one palm, and said compassionately: "Amitabha." ”

"Uncle Yuanneng, are we going to chase it?"

A Shaolin Grandmaster asked.

"Hold your own posts, don't fall for the enemy's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain. ”

The sad middle-aged monk spoke.

"Yes, Uncle Yuanneng. ”

Several Shaolin Grandmasters clasped their palms together and then left the place again.

Only Yuanneng is left here.

His gaze was here for a moment, then he suddenly looked at the broken tree on one side.

At the fracture, a black liquid flowed, emitting a pungent fishy odor.

"Three Yin Centipede Palms. ”

Yuan Neng's eyes flashed with a deep light, and then along the broken leaves, he looked in the direction of Zhang Yuan's retreat, shrunk into inches, and chased after him.

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Distance.

Zhang Yuan was fast, and did not continue to stay on the mountain, but rushed back the same way.

It was difficult for him to calm down.

Who the hell was he just fighting against?

The moves are ruthless and fierce, and the pain is dead, leaving no room at all.

This is even more violent than the black list master he has encountered.

How could there be such a presence in Shaolin?

And who is the one who connects with that man?

He didn't think it was a good person.

If you are a good person, can you be so violent?

"What is the mastery that he used to palm me later? Hundreds of golden light palms appeared in an instant, this can't be a thousand hands like a palm, right?"

Zhang Yuan's heart swelled.

The monk's strength is not weak, and when he regressed, he also used a seventy-two stunt, the Great Day Golden Bell Jar.

Although the battle between the two was short, in just an instant, the other party used three excellent martial arts, each of which was extraordinary!

This shows that most of the monks were in the upper echelons of Shaolin.

"Could it be that the upper layer of Shaolin has been corroded?"

Zhang Yuan's heart flashed.

However, the other party received his own move of the Three Yin Centipede Palm, and it must not be comfortable.

In the final analysis, he still has the upper hand in the internal competition.

"No, I can't leave so easily, that person obviously has bad intentions against Shaolin, I want to find a time to enter Shaolin openly, he was hit by my three-yin centipede, no matter how to cover it up, there will be a wind chill, I will be able to recognize him again." ”