Lion's roar!!

Cracking the powerful Vajra palm, Master Ziwu's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and he immediately opened his mouth and let out a lion roar. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Suddenly, the true qi burst out and spread around!

The trees swayed and the leaves fell in large pieces.

is also a disciple of Shaolin Temple, and he is a senior brother, knowing the power of the lion's roar, Master Ziming hurriedly covered his ears with his palms and resisted with his skills.

Just when Senior Brother Ziming was lucky to resist the lion's roar, Master Ziwu stepped on the ground and turned around to escape with light skills.

"Senior Brother Ziwu, where to go!"

Seeing this, Master Ziming scolded, tapped his feet, and immediately chased after him.

"Senior Brother Ziming, do you really want to be aggressive?"

The two of you chased after me, came to a small lake deep in the woods, stopped, and saw Senior Brother Ziming chasing after him, Master Ziwu gritted his teeth and roared.

"Amitabha... Senior Brother Ziwu, don't run away again, go back to Shaolin Temple with Senior Brother..."

Hearing this, his hands were folded, and Master Ziming said a Buddha noise.

"Hmph!

Now that the Great Day is like a Zen stick in hand, if you participate in the "Washing the Pulp Sutra", you will be able to Dharma boundless, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes! If you want to give up at this moment, it is absolutely impossible!

Immediately, Master Ziwu roared angrily, tapped the ground under his feet, and his body floated backwards, landing on the weeds on the lake.

With a wave of the Da Ri Rulai Zen staff in his hand, the lake splashed and turned into a water arrow and shot at Master Ziming!

King Kong Palm !!

Seeing this, the figure swooped down, facing the difficulties, Master Ziming launched a palm! The true qi in front of the palm exploded, condensed a golden giant palm, scattered the water arrows, and then rushed towards Senior Brother Ziwu with no indomitable progress!

"Boom !!"

Not afraid at all, Master Ziwu waved his right palm and greeted it! Suddenly, the two palms touched, and with a loud bang, the powerful internal force of the two supreme masters pounced around! Several water columns splashed on the surface of the lake, heading straight to the sky!

"Hmph, Senior Brother Ziming, you can't help me!"

On the surface of the lake, the two of them touched each other with their palms, competing for internal strength, blood slowly overflowed from the corners of their mouths, and Master Ziwu sneered.

Hearing this, blood was also flowing from his mouth, and Master Ziming was silent.

"Flutter!"

After a few moments, the two spat out a mouthful of blood, pulled their palms at the same time, and flew back to the shore of the lake.

"Senior Brother Ziming, chanting the Buddha every day is boring, have you ever had enough of this kind of day?"

Landing on the shore, the two of them sat cross-legged on the ground, both pale faces, prostration of internal strength, and looked at each other, Master Ziwu suddenly asked with a hideous expression.

"Amitabha... Chanting sutras and reciting the Buddha is a devout Buddha... One day, it will come to fruition..."

Hearing this, there was a Buddha noise, and Master Ziming turned the Buddha beads in his hand and explained.

"Hahaha! Cultivation is a positive result? Ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"

Hearing what Senior Brother Ziming said, Master Ziwu looked up to the sky and laughed.

After laughing, Master Ziwu roared in a hoarse voice: "People die like lights go out, and there is nothing left! Where does the cultivation come from! Where does the Elysium come from! Buddhist scriptures are all lies that deceive people!"

"Senior Brother Ziwu, how can you think like this! How can you doubt the Buddha! Sins, sins..."

Hearing this, his face was shocked, and Master Ziming immediately scolded.

"Senior Brother Ziming, wake up! Your life is only a few decades, and instead of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha every day, which is boring and boring! It is better to crisscross the rivers and lakes and enjoy the glory and wealth!"

Ignoring Senior Brother Ziming's reprimand, Master Ziwu's eyes were full of greed.

"Amitabha..."

Seeing this, Master Ziming was helpless in his heart, so he could only sigh.

The junior brother is obsessed and has entered the demon path.

"Senior Brother Ziming, guess we... Who's going to recover first?"

Just as Master Ziming was deep in thought, a sneer appeared on the corner of Master Ziwu's mouth.

"Senior Brother Ziming, why don't we take a gamble! If you recover your strength first, Senior Brother will be captured and return to Shaolin Temple with you! But if I recover my strength first, I will kill you!"

After laughing, Master Ziwu said with a cold smile in his voice.

"Hehe... When two tigers fight, one will be injured!"

Suddenly, as soon as Master Ziwu finished speaking, an ethereal and beautiful laugh came from not far away.

Hearing this laughter, Ziming and Master Ziwu looked for their reputation in confusion.

I saw a red-robed woman standing on the treetops with her hands on her back, looking at Master Ziming and Master Ziwu.

This red-robed woman has a delicate face! a round face, picturesque eyebrows, and eyes like crescent moons!

But it was supposed to be an authentic beauty billet, but there was an extra hideous scar on her cheek!

This red-robed woman is none other than Zhao Lin'er, the master of the Funeral Flower Palace!

A few days ago, because the tassel of the apprentice was dead and threatened, Zhao Lin'er let go of Juekong.

When he was about to rush back to the Funeral Flower Palace, he heard rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Zen staff of the Great Day was born, and Zhao Lin'er suddenly became interested.

Hearing that the Great Day Rulai Zen Staff was in the hands of Master Ziwu of Shaolin Temple, and learned that a group of martial arts people would set up an ambush here, Zhao Lin'er came to see the excitement.

Unexpectedly, another monk would appear! This monk is the senior brother of Master Ziwu, Master Ziming.

So he hid in the dark to watch the two monks fight! The snipe and the clam competed, the fisherman profited, and when both sides were defeated, Zhao Lin'er appeared!

"Who are you?"

Looking at Zhao Lin'er with a solemn expression, Master Ziwu asked in a deep voice.

I was very surprised in my heart, the other party appeared silently, I didn't even notice it, you can imagine that the other party's skills are unfathomable!

"Funeral Flower Palace Master..."

With a flash of figure, Zhao Lin'er turned into a red shadow and came to Ziming and Master Ziwu.

"It's... Is it the Great Day Nyorai Zen Staff?"

The beautiful eyes were lightly covered, looking at the Dari Rulai Zen staff in the hands of Master Ziwu, Zhao Lin'er's eyes lit up.

With a wave of the jade hand, the Great Ri Rulai Zen Staff broke free from Master Ziwu and flew into Zhao Lin'er's hands.

"Put it down! The Great Day Nyorai Zen Staff is mine! It's mine!"

Seeing that the other party snatched his Great Day Rulai Zen staff, Master Ziwu suddenly roared angrily.

"Shut up..."

didn't put it in his eyes, Zhao Lin Eryu waved his hand, and Master Ziwu fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor has such a deep internal force..."

Seeing this, Master Ziming folded his hands and said a Buddha noise.

"Rumors... Whoever has attained the Great Day Zen Rod, the Dharma is boundless! Old monk, do you know where this mystery lies?"

Looking down at the Da Ri Rulai Zen staff in his hand, he looked at it for a long time, and he couldn't understand it, and his beautiful eyes looked at Master Ziming, and Zhao Lin'er asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha... The poor monk doesn't know either...."

Hearing this, Master Ziming shook his head and replied in an old voice.

"Hehe, since you can't solve the mystery for a while, then wait for the palace to return to the Funeral Flower Palace, and then slowly comprehend..."

Nodding his head and taking the Great Ri Rulai Zen Staff as his own, Zhao Lin'er sneered.

After laughing, Meimu looked at Ziming and Master Ziwu, and a trace of fierceness flashed in Zhao Lin'er's eyes.

.............. (To be continued.) )