The result is naturally self-evident, this little old man must be the innate powerhouse of the Ming Sect, which made Zhao Ming's heart, which was already tense, suddenly sink, if it was the feeling that the Ming Sect people gave themselves before, or were afraid and a little worried, then the appearance of this existence in front of him would make Zhao Ming fall into a situation of nine deaths and one life. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, this little old man didn't seem to plan to make a move on Zhao Ming immediately, but his eyes were looking back and forth on Zhao Ming's body, and he seemed to be very little interested in Zhao Ming's body, of course Zhao Ming didn't think that this little old man had special habits, but he still unconsciously got a lot of goosebumps on his body.

"Little monk, I know that you Shaolin have never let go of the cultivation of external skills, but even if you are the secret Arhat golden body cultivation of Shaolin, you can't practice your body so strong...... Tut-tut...... "As he spoke, the little old man looked around Zhao Ming's body and shook his head, as if he was very curious and amazed that Zhao Ming was able to cultivate his physical body to such a state.

Arhat Golden Body Zhao Ming knows that it is the cultivation method of the eighteen bronze people of Shaolin, and he can cultivate the physical body to the point of invulnerability, of course, the swords and guns here only refer to ordinary swords and guns, but this is also rare, such an existence is definitely a heavy weapon on the battlefield.

However, Zhao Ming has no interest in this so-called Arhat golden body, not to mention that the whole body of this exercise will gradually exude this golden luster as if touching a layer of metal, and the fact that the cultivation to the end can not break through the acquired level makes Zhao Ming lose interest in this exercise, no matter how powerful an acquired exercise is, it can't mention Zhao Ming's interest, of course, this exercise does not exist alone in Shaolin, otherwise it would not be called the Shaolin secret method, and generally those who practice this secret method are people who practice the eighteen bronze arrays, If the eighteen half-step innate people cultivated the Arhat Golden Body to the extreme and then used this formation to even be able to fight with the innate powerhouses, at least the congenital strengths of several generations had already been killed by the half-step innate innate who cultivated the Arhat Golden Body with one move.

However, Zhao Ming was not interested in this exercise at all, but looking at the little old man in front of him, Zhao Ming did not open his mouth to deny it, and still stood there silently.

Seeing that Zhao Ming didn't answer him, the little old man was not a little annoyed, and he stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Ming's chest, making Zhao Ming's body tremble involuntarily.

"Senior, you... Arrive... Low... Think... How... ......Zhao Ming looked at the little old man in front of him, and finally popped out a sentence word by word from his mouth.

The little old man looked at Zhao Ming's eyes as if he had seen an enemy and was not angry, patted Zhao Ming's shoulder and said: "Little monk, don't be nervous, relax and relax, speaking of which, I still have a good relationship with the old guys of the Lingzi generation of the famous Shaolin, but I don't know that those old guys seem to have gone to see the Amitabha Buddha in their mouths, hehe......"

Speaking of this, the little old man couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, as if he didn't care about the life and death of those 'acquaintances' at all, which made Zhao Ming's heart sink a little more, he suddenly felt that the longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it became, at this moment Zhao Ming was not interested in fighting with Lonely Peak anymore, the moment this innate powerhouse appeared, Zhao Ming already knew that the result was no longer necessary.......

However, the little old man seemed to have the slightest idea of letting Zhao Ming go, and just when Zhao Ming's whole body was tense and ready to escape while the little old man was not paying attention, one of the little old man's palms slapped on his shoulder, and the qi that had been lifted by Zhao Ming suddenly seemed to be a balloon that had been punctured.

Zhao Ming looked at this unattractive little old man with shocked eyes, he didn't expect that this little old man could see this little old man clearly.

"Little guy, don't leave in such a hurry, although your realm has not completely taken that step, but your physical body makes me very curious, we can find a place to discuss it...... Hey, hey, it's not bad for little Lao'er, little Lao'er, please drink tea...... "After speaking, he didn't intend to go through such permission, so he grabbed Zhao Ming's shoulders and flew out.

As soon as Zhao Ming felt the force of the big hand on his shoulder, he knew that it was not good, and he was just about to raise his breath and want to get rid of this thug, but at this moment Zhao Ming actually found that he couldn't even mobilize the internal force in his body.

The figures of Zhao Ming and the two quickly disappeared into the sky, and at this moment, the remaining Ming Sect people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, although Zhao Ming hadn't taken that step yet, but the momentum of the strong rule still made everyone a little breathless, especially when one person resisted so many people and instantly injured one person, everyone was even more jealous of Zhao Ming, even if it was Lonely Peak, at this time, seeing his own Elder Taishang take people away, this made everyone breathe.

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Zhao Ming looked at the small thatched hut in front of him and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, you said that you are also the only congenital powerhouse in the dignified Ming Sect, why let yourself live in this small thatched hut all day long, but the little old man didn't seem to realize the meaning of his residence being too simple, seeing that Zhao Ming was still standing outside the door, he couldn't help but stop making tea in his hand and waved his hand to Zhao Ming, and said, "Come in quickly, the little old man's tea is ready......"

Zhao Ming looked at the little old man inside, and finally bent down and walked in......

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Zhao Ming really didn't expect that this little old man, who can be described as 'short and poor', would speak so sincerely, saying that he invited himself to drink tea by himself, brought himself to this valley and took himself down and got into the only small grass hut here and began to make tea, and Zhao Ming could only look at this thatched hut that was only a little taller than himself in a daze......

He thought that he would have to peel off his skin this time if he didn't say that it was more auspicious and less auspicious, but he didn't expect that this little old man was really ready to entertain himself, which made Zhao Ming wonder in his heart, but he was not a person who drilled the horns of the bull, since he couldn't figure it out and didn't think about it, he walked into this thatched house with the little old man's repeated waves.

Zhao Ming sat next to a table of eight immortals, there was no way, there was only a table of eight immortals and a few benches around the table, and Zhao Ming could only sit here.

The little old man seemed to be very enthusiastic, and gave Zhao Ming a bowl of tea in the big bowl... Zhao Ming looked at the bowl in front of him, and 10,000 '**** rushed through in his heart......