Painting, walking like flying. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Master Zhiyuan flew in pursuit, and the illusions of monks, Taoists, nuns, martial arts people, and flat-headed people in the array suddenly rushed towards Master Zhiyuan together, some of them bit Master Zhiyuan with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open, some of them cried and shouted to return my son's life, some of them cut their heads and covered their faces with a knife to block their waists and swords, and some of them hugged Master Zhiyuan's legs with a knife......

Everyone outside the formation couldn't help but feel sad and afraid, the first peak took the opportunity to pull Ouyang Xiaodie's feet out of the formation while guarding his mind, and Master Zhiyuan's eyes swelled, and his mouth was already reading: "My phase is right and wrong, and people and sentient beings are like each other, that is, right and wrong." Why. If you are separated from all appearances, you will be called Buddhas. The Buddha told Su Bodhi, so it is. If anyone hears the scriptures, he will not be frightened, nor fearful......"

As soon as Master Zhiyuan's "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra" came out of his mouth, the illusions of Sanskrit singing everywhere he went turned into nothing, and everyone suddenly felt that the spiritual platform was clear, but the painting was gone.

Master Zhiyuan looked back at the first peak who was probing Ouyang Xiaodie's injury, and shouted angrily: "Lord Divine Catcher, if it wasn't your knife, I'm afraid that the old man would have already gotten that painting!"

First Feng ignored Master Zhiyuan, still squatting in front of Ouyang Xiaodie, his right hand lightly touched Ouyang Xiaodie's wrist, and said, "Miss Ouyang, it seems that you have to quietly recuperate for a while!"

Ouyang Xiaodie said angrily: "As the head of a faction and a generation of high-ranking monks, you don't want to be a despicable villain who is good at plotting behind your back!"

The night became heavier and heavier, but it couldn't hide the color of the pig's liver on Master Zhiyuan's face, but Master Zhiyuan said angrily in a deep voice: "Ouyang Xiaodie, it was you who stole Lao Ke's painting first, and Lao Ge was forced to do this for the sake of the overall situation of the martial arts, and those who do big things are not informal!"

Ouyang Xiaodie said: "You are spewing blood, I, Ouyang Xiaodie, did not steal your painting at all, this painting has always been placed in my former residence in Longshan, and today I and Lord Shenzhu are specially here to get this painting." At this time, he opened his mouth and spurted out another mouthful of blood, and his forehead touched the ground and he fainted.

The first peak shouted: "Ouyang girl!

Master Zhiyuan still didn't give up: "Joke, you are a three-year-old child, how can you have this painting?!

At this time, the first peak picked up Ouyang Xiaodie, took a step, stood still, and said coldly: "I guarantee that what Miss Ouyang said is true as the head catcher of the imperial gold medal!" The voice fell, and he stepped out in two steps, and a series of strange laughter sounded in the array of illusions behind him, and at the same time, a vigorous voice sounded: "Monk, you really lost the face of Master Qingwu, you can't keep a painting, and you have learned to slander and hurt people behind your back, hahaha...... Hahaha......"

The first peak immediately turned around, and everyone was even more shocked, Master Zhiyuan was so angry that he didn't look at it, and he slashed at the voice with a palm. But when he heard a loud bang, it seemed that the mountain stone was broken, but in the middle of the formation, the voice sounded again: "Zhiyuan Xiao'er, your master Qingwu still doesn't dare to hold on to him like this in front of the old man...... Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

As soon as the laughter started, Master Zhiyuan was even more angry, and he slapped his palm again, and heard a 'click', and a two-zhang tall tree fell to the ground in response, and the voice changed places, saying: "It seems that there is no one in Middle-earth...... Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

Master Zhiyuan's second palm has been condensed and carefully debated the direction of the voice, I don't want to be disappointed, I know that I will meet a strong opponent tonight, and then listen to the tone of the person, it seems to be a person of the master's generation, and later, the sentence 'Middle-earth is no one' couldn't help but make the names of two people float in his heart, twenty-eight years ago, among the three peerless masters, RB's Tanaka Zhengjian and North Korea's Park Zhengyu...... Timidity and arrogance are born at the same time.

The first peak put down Ouyang Xiaodie and seemed to have changed his mind, took out a pill from his bosom and put it in Ouyang Xiaodie's mouth, only then did he raise his head and shout at the formation: "Your Excellency is not from Middle-earth!"

The voice in the formation said: "Nonsense!"

The first peak said: "The five disciples of the Beggar Gang were killed by Your Excellency!"

The voice in the formation said: "What's the matter!"

The beggars and the others all raised their eyebrows, and Zhao Desheng roared angrily: "Where is the barbarian, don't come out and die soon!" Although Zhao Desheng shouted like this in his mouth, his body was not moving at all, and he knew that the skill of the people in that formation was obviously higher than that of Master Zhiyuan, wouldn't he go to death in vain.

It's just that his words fell, but when he heard a sneer in the array, a sharp voice whistled by, and the first peak shouted urgently: "Be careful!" Zhao Desheng couldn't dodge, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his front teeth, his mouth was salty, and he opened his mouth to spit out a blood-stained tooth and landed in the palm of his right hand, and lying side by side with the tooth was a quarter copper coin. The two beggars on the side helped the disciple and said, "Helmsman!" "Helmsman!"

Zhao Desheng was already shocked to the extreme, where could he still care about answering, and the first peak on the side shouted: "Sure enough, it's a barbarian!" At the same time, his body was like a knife, and his skills covered his whole body, and he wrote a big word 'defense'. It's just that the sound of the first peak fell, for a long time, there was not a trace of sound in the array, and in the dark night, a terrifying word 'quiet' spread in everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, the sharp sound came again, and Peng's sound hit the knee of the right leg of the first peak, and the first peak only felt that the pain was unbearable, that is, he wanted to kneel down, and at the moment his left hand stabilized the right leg that was almost half of the kneeling, and his body stood up straight like a knife, and said: "Carving insect skills, why do you have teeth!"

The people in the group seemed to snort slightly, and said, "Hey, it's a tough guy!"

And Master Zhiyuan, who has been silently observing in secret, said the word 'huh' in the array, and the whole body has been shot out like an arrow, and the word 'tough guy' in that formation has fallen, and Master Zhiyuan's figure has already reached his eyes, only to hear the person in the formation reprimand: "Presumptuous!" A palm slapped at Master Zhiyuan's bare bald head.

Master Zhicheng looked frightened and shouted, "Senior Brother in charge, be careful!"

Unexpectedly, Master Zhiyuan didn't plan to avoid the other party's palm that seemed to be cloudy and clear, but it was actually capable of splitting mountains and stones, and his head hit the opponent's palm directly, and at the same time, both palms slapped the opponent's abdomen hard.

The people in the formation were really taken aback, they didn't want Master Zhiyuan to make such a move to burn the jade, and they didn't avoid it at the moment, they were angry and dantian, and said sharply: "You can hurt the old man with this great merciful palm of yours?!"