After a while, Master Huangmei finally failed to persevere, and was hit on his right shoulder by Duan Yanqing's steel staff, and suddenly a stream of blood flew up in his right shoulder, and Master Huangmei's body was also knocked out by Duan Yanqing, and it happened to hit Zhao Ming. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although Zhao Ming was healing his injuries, he could also feel that something from the outside world was crashing into him, Zhao Ming hurriedly opened his eyes, and when he saw Master Huangmei, he hurriedly reached out to catch him, but Zhao Ming was also seriously injured, and he was knocked to the ground by Master Huangmei without using his strength for a while, but fortunately, the two of them were fine.

"Master, are you okay?" Zhao Ming hurriedly asked when he saw that Master Huangmei's face was pale and his right shoulder was also injured.

Huang Mei shook his head and said, "It's okay, but it looks like we're going to have something soon." Speaking of this, Huang Mei shook her head lonely, she was not afraid of death, but the emperor who had just earned the salt tax reduction and exemption for the people of Dali died here before she had time to implement it.

Zhao Ming didn't hear the deep meaning of Master Huangmei's words, and thought that the master would talk about the two of them again, so he hurriedly took the gourd and pushed it in front of Master Huangmei and said, "Master, hurry up and take a sip, it can speed up the recovery of internal strength, and it is also good for the wound." ”

Master Huangmei was stunned when he saw Zhao Ming handing over the gourd to his hand, he had seen this gourd, and he had always carried it on Zhao Ming's body before, but he had never seen Zhao Ming take it, let alone drink it.

Huang Mei didn't doubt it much, he wasn't so innocent and everyone believed it, but now at this time, Zhao Ming didn't have to lie to himself.

After taking the wine gourd, Huang Mei took a sip directly, and as soon as Huang Mei entered his stomach, he felt the extraordinaryness of this wine.

Huang Mei's eyes moved, and he looked back at Zhao Ming, but he didn't say anything, and silently began to exercise his strength to recover his internal strength.

Duan Yanqing is actually not much better, after all, Huang Mei and he are both top masters, and there is not much difference in internal strength, but his understanding of the Yiyang Finger is more profound than Huang Mei, and his Yiyang Finger Skill has been practiced to the second grade, and Huang Mei has been cold for so many years, but it is only the third grade, and the third grade is already a top existence for the entire Tianlong Temple, but it is still slightly inferior to Duan Yanqing.

After a while, Duan Yanqing stood up, he actually consumed a bit of internal force, and nothing else, as for Murong Fu, he also got up at this time, Zhao Ming's palm did hurt him a little bit, the entire right chest collapsed, and several broken bones were inserted into the lungs, if it weren't for his deep internal strength, it is estimated that another person would have to hang here today.

Murong Fu got up and looked at Zhao Ming resentfully, but at this time, he was not strong, and slowly walked behind Duan Yanqing and crossed his knees to start healing, the bones in his chest could not be corrected now, but he could stop the bleeding first, otherwise the internal bleeding would be enough for him.

Zhao Ming also opened his eyes at this time, his injuries were alleviated, at least now he didn't bleed, he didn't have to worry about internal bleeding putting his life into it, but his combat power was not one in ten, and he couldn't even use his strength.

Watching Duan Yanqing slowly walk towards him, Zhao Ming had no choice, as for the four Duan Zhengming who were waiting over there, let alone thinking about it, not to mention that they were surrounded by groups now, even if no one surrounded them, it was estimated that they would not fight Duan Yanqing for Zhao Ming at this time, so even if they hit a stone with an egg, Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun would never do it, they are superiors, not chivalrous people, and they don't pay attention to the word righteousness.

Just when Zhao Ming watched Duan Yanqing walk towards him step by step but had nothing to do, a deafening voice came from a distance.

"Bullying me like this, Shaolin disciples, isn't it a little bit unkind to take me Shaolin in their eyes... In the eyes... ......"

Zhao Ming was stunned when he heard this voice, and immediately wondered if Xuan Ci had found out that he had not returned and sent someone to arrest him? But then Zhao Ming denied his thoughts, even if he sent someone out to find himself, it was impossible to send such a master, listening to the voice, it should be the top master in the distance with the roar of the Shaolin lion, Zhao Ming had guessed that Shaolin's strength would not be as simple as what appeared outside, there should be a hidden top master, just like the sweeping monk, and now he finally determined his thoughts, but Zhao Ming knew very well that he was a little monk who was not even a third-rate monk when he came out, and Xuan Ci would not dispatch such a town figure even if he looked for himself。

Besides, Xuan Ci doesn't know if he can be called moving, these people usually come out when Shaolin is alive and dead, and none of these people come out when they are like that in the original book.

However, Zhao Ming was very strange, if this person didn't come specifically for himself, how would he know that he was a Shaolin disciple, and he would help?

didn't wait for Zhao Ming to think too much before he saw a person flying in the distance, yes, that person gave Zhao Ming the feeling that he was flying......

Zhao Ming was stunned when he saw this person, it was not that he knew him, but when he saw the light skills he performed, an impossible idea flashed in Zhao Ming's mind.

I saw a monk in the distance who was smiling with a smile on one foot on a leaf and floated to Zhao Ming's side, yes, you heard it right, it was floating, and unlike Zhao Ming's floating, Zhao Ming was forced to slide his body in the air behind him with internal force, but this old monk was really floating, and the figure made people feel that a gust of wind could blow him away.

Duan Yanqing was also very surprised, he had never heard of such a master in Shaolin, everyone's strength was at the pinnacle, and the realm was absolute, and it seemed that he was only higher than himself, so he couldn't do it from this emotion.

At this time, Duan Yanqing paid attention to the old monk, but Zhao Ming noticed the leaf under the old monk's feet, the leaf has always been under the feet of the old monk, no, the old monk's feet have never left the leaf, until the old monk is about to fall, his feet are out of the leaf.

When Zhao Ming saw this, he couldn't help but think of an impossible martial art, a martial art that had no news after appearing once - crossing the river with a reed.

In fact, Zhao Ming has always thought that the four words of crossing the river with reeds are just used to describe the martial arts of the Bodhidharma Patriarch back then, and there is no such martial arts in the world, but today Zhao Ming saw the light skills of the old monk, Zhao Ming was sure that this was definitely the light skill used by the Bodhidharma Patriarch to cross the river, Zhao Ming felt that the old monk slid so far with a leaf, and it was not impossible to cross the river with a reed in the surging river with the skill of the Bodhidharma Patriarch.

The old monk didn't care about Zhao Ming's surprised expression, smiled at this Zhao Ming and turned his head to look at Duan Yanqing without saying anything.

Duan Yanqing looked at the old monk opposite with a vigilant expression, he couldn't guess when he would be such a number one person in the rivers and lakes again, and he could smell the smell of danger from this old guy's body, and decided that he was not his opponent, even if he was also a top master, but there was a difference between top masters.

The old monk didn't look at Duan Yanqing angrily, but folded his hands and said kindly: "Amitabha, old man Xuandu, Shaolin disciple, it seems a little bad for the donor to do harm to my Shaolin disciple like this." As he spoke, he smiled at Duan Yanqing again, the same kind, the same amiable, as if the words just now did not come out of his mouth.

But no matter how Duan Yanqing listened, he felt that this old monk was threatening him, but Duan Yanqing had nothing to do, could it be true to fight with him? Not to mention that his internal strength was overconsumed now, even in his heyday, he didn't have the courage to fight him, this old monk's body exuded this dangerous aura, Duan Yanqing was asking the old monk at this time whether he had already taken that critical step.

Just when Xuandu reported the law name, Zhao Ming suddenly felt that he was a little familiar with this law name, but he couldn't think of where he had heard it after racking his brains, Zhao Ming frowned and thought about where he had heard this law name.

"It must be in the temple, but I haven't heard anyone say that there is such a person in the temple......" Zhao Ming has basically never mentioned to others that he is a Shaolin disciple since he left Shaolin, and no one has ever mentioned Shaolin people in front of him, so he can only meet or hear about it when he was in the temple.