Hua Di laughed secretly in his heart, this tendon fool, the four words "attack it unprepared" are absolutely incomprehensible, but they are also a little cute. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiyun came back to his senses from his contemplation, raised his head and said, "Your strength is slightly weaker than him, you might as well wait for him to finish a fight with that old Lin boxer before looking for him, and then you can cut him with one sword." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Yixin and the others were all surprised, and they couldn't even tell whether this little monk and Huadi were friends or foes?

Although the flower flute was used to the little monk's amazing words, she still couldn't hold back at this time, and squirted out a mouthful of wine, "Hey, little monk, are you digging a grave for me?"

Qi Meng's eyes widened, and he shouted: "He still wants to live after fighting with my master!"

Zhu Li said curiously: "Isn't it a shame to pick up cheap, senior sister?"

The black tiger immediately became angry, "Little monk, you underestimate me!"

The flower flute looked left and right, surprised and delighted, and almost laughed out loud, this black tiger has a tendon, and the little monk will be unlucky.

Xi Yun was dumbfounded, how could one sentence provoke so many people to react so much? He just thought so in his heart and said so in his mouth.

The black tiger said angrily: "Little monk, look at the knife!" walked around the table, came to the other side, held the knife in both hands, and pushed it horizontally in the chest, quickly and violently.

Xiyun turned around, and Zizhu jumped up from under his right hand and poked at the acupuncture point of the black tiger's left knee.

The black tiger was startled, stepped on his left foot, dodged two feet to the right, shouted lowly, his feet were vigorous, and he rushed towards Xiyun again, the blade of the knife shook, and five sword shadows appeared, rushing to Xiyun's chest.

This trick also moved the flute.

Xiyun completely ignored the knife shadow, and the purple bamboo staff pointed out again, pointing at the black tiger's left knee again.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, similar to the previous move, the purple bamboo cane is far longer than the black knife, and this poke is one step faster than the black knife.

The black tiger's face was even darker, and he felt like he had nowhere to start. But he has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, he has rich experience in facing the enemy, and his hands are also tough, knowing that it is useless to flash again, he immediately exerts force on his knees, and suddenly jumps up just before Zizhu is about to hit, flying flat into the air, and the black knife is straight, stabbing the door of Xiyunmian.

This change of trick was delicate and fast, Qi Meng's eyes were round, and he secretly screamed badly, the little monk's bamboo cane can't be recovered, how can he keep this knife?

It was the first time for Zhu Lizhen to see people killing each other with real knives and guns, and she felt nervous and excited, and when she saw Xiyun in distress, she naturally blurted out, "The little monk is worried." ”

Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to enter the flesh, the black tiger was shocked first, because he couldn't see a trace of fear in the eyes of the little monk, and it seemed that he had a chance to win, and he didn't want to kill the little monk, so he couldn't help but retract his momentum slightly.

At this time, Xiyun's figure suddenly slipped and moved sideways to the left, and the other end of the chair under his seat immediately bounced up, and with a "poof", it hit the black tiger's left shoulder, knocking him out.

Zhang Fenhua was surprised and surprised, was this intentional or unintentional? If it was intentional, the wooden bench hit the black tiger, and the little monk sat on the ground, this move was not sightly; if it was unintentional, the timing of the little monk's slipping and the wooden bench jumping up was too coincidental.

When Zhu Lizhen saw this, she clapped her hands and shouted: "It's fun, it's fun, the little monk is really powerful." ”

Xiyun nodded slightly to Zhu Lizhen, and when the chair fell from the new one, he sat down again.

The black tiger was not seriously injured, rolled on the spot, and immediately stood up, but he was in a dilemma, and he already realized that he was not the enemy of this little monk. He was standing behind the flower flute at this time, looked at the flower flute, and then looked at the little monk, gasped for a while, and suddenly said: "Flower snake, I will come to you again, let's go!"

The other eight people were very unconvinced, but they had always looked at the black tiger horse, glared at the flower flute and the little monk a few times, and still went together.

Huadi said secretly: This person can afford to take it and put it down, and if he succeeds in knife skills in the future, it will be a vicious battle.

When the fat tiger walked to the door, he slapped two wooden stools with one palm on the left and one on the right, and he was extremely angry. Seeing the shopkeeper trembling and watching in the counter, he shouted: "Look at what to see!

Huadi was speechless, and after a group of people went, he turned around and looked at Zhou Yixin, "Brother Zhou wants to make a move?"

Zhou Yixin looked at Zhang Fenhua, then at Qi Meng, and said in a deep voice: "What do you call the little master?"

Xiyun leaned Zizhu against the table and clasped his hands together in a salute, "My name is Xiyun." ”

Zhou Yixin asked again: "Where is the treasure temple?"

"Baiyun Peak, Kuji Temple. ”

Hua Di raised his voice and said: "This Baiyun Peak, Kuji Temple, is just a hundred miles away from here, but it is a dilapidated small temple, and the locals know that Brother Zhou can do it, don't worry." ”

There are true and false words, except for Zhu Lizhen and Xiyun, everyone else can hear the mockery of the flute.

Zhou Yixin frowned, he didn't dare to believe it, this little monk was young, but his martial arts were very strong, and the elders of the sect were only afraid of being extraordinary. He thought for a while and said, "Little Master Xiyun, this thief has done a lot of evil and deserves to be ambushed, why did you help him?"

Xiyun said: "Falun always turns, good and evil are rewarded, I can't control whether he punishes me or not, but he helped me yesterday, so I help him now." ”

Everyone heard the first eight words, and when they saw that the little monk was pious and faithful, they were all secretly shocked.

Zhou Yi Nobunaga took a breath and said, "Little Master Xiyun, if I want to kill this lewd thief, you will definitely help him, right?"

"Yes. Xiyun nodded.

Zhou Yixin said: "Okay, I'll ask the little monk for a few tricks." ”

Hua Di secretly scolded in his heart, this surnamed Zhou is smart, and a few words make it difficult for Qi Meng and Zhang Fenhua to blame him. But it's strange, Zhou Yixin doesn't fight a battle that he is not sure of, has he ever heard of Kuji Temple? I think he is not sure that he will win against the little monk, if he loses to the little monk, his reputation of "not killing the sword" will be weak, why should he be strong?

Zhou Yixin slowly drew his sword, with the movement in his hand, his body was upright, his momentum continued to rise, and when the long sword was unsheathed, there was a dragon groan, the silver light flashed, and the long sword pointed obliquely to the ground.

Qi Meng was shocked, listening to the chant of the long sword dragon, he thought it was a sword, but it was just an ordinary iron sword, and he groaned in his heart: Urging the sword with internal qi, this later life is young, but the internal strength is very good.

Zhang Fenhua and Zhu Lizhen are both bright-eyed, the two of them were born in the Qingyun Sword Sect, although their cultivation is not as good as Zhou Yixin, but their vision is not bad, this kind of momentum, how can there be a few people in the younger generation of the faction who can catch up.

Hua Flute frowned slightly, and said secretly: This guy has made a lot of progress.

"Little Master Xiyun, are you still sitting to face the battle?" Zhou Yixin's face was solemn, his strength was vigorous, and his eyes burst with a ball of fighting intent.

"Don't dare. Xiyun slowly stood up, holding Zizhu in his right hand, his expression was as usual, but he said: "Actually, we don't have to fight, anyway, he has to fight with Old Boxer Lin tomorrow, and he may be killed, or he may be killed by the Black Tiger a little later." ”

Everyone was stunned, this little monk's words and deeds were often unexpected.

Zhu Lizhen couldn't help laughing, "Little monk, what you said is too reasonable. In fact, he doesn't have to fight with Lin Lao Boxer, although I don't know Lin Lao Boxer, but since he is an old boxer, he should not be young, and he will definitely not be able to survive in a few decades, and then in a few decades, this lewd thief will also die. ”

"Ah, you have a point. Xiyun looked at Zhu Lizhen in surprise, she didn't expect that such a young girl as she could have such knowledge.

Zhu Lizhen was stunned, and then leaned forward and backward with a smile, couldn't close her mouth, and said nonsense casually, the little monk was like a gentleman.

Qi Meng's heart was secretly angry, my master ...... Well, well, it's old.

Zhou Yixin was ridiculed, and his momentum was weakened by three points, "Little monk, let's make a move." So annoyed that he didn't even call "little master" anymore.

Xiyun said: "Okay. "Two steps forward.

Zhou Yixin saw that he didn't mean to make a move, so he said, "You try my heavy mountain swordsmanship." He stepped forward, his sword stabbing straight at the door.

Xiyun picked up the purple bamboo in his hand, and stabbed it out clumsily, still hitting it short with a long one.

Zhou Yixin saw that he used this method to force the black tiger to change his tactics twice, and he had expected it, so he shouted in a low voice, "The wind returns to the mountain." "The foot moved slightly to the left, twisted the wrist, the tip of the sword first deviated to the left, and then reversed and twisted back, separated the bamboo cane, and quickly advanced, still piercing the door, but the wrist was reversed.

Qi Meng and Zhang Fenhua applauded in unison.

Xiyun also shouted, "Okay." Half a step back, Zizhu dragged back, grabbed the middle, straightened it in front of his chest, turned it at the same time, turned the stronger end of the big head to the highest point, opened the long sword from the left, and at the same time moved his body to the left, letting Zhou Yixin go.

When the two staggered, Xiyun Zizhu turned again, and the small head whipped Zhou Yixin's back.

Zhou Yixin was powerful, he didn't look back, he held the long sword upside down, blocked it back, and his body immediately broke out of Zizhu's attack range.

Qi Meng frowned, his forehead wrinkles were deep, the two of them exchanged these tricks quickly and skillfully, they were both extremely clever, and it was rare that they should become the law, and they already had the demeanor of a first-class master, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves.

Zhou Yixin is the enemy, but the flute is more to observe the streams, this purple bamboo cane seems to be clumsy and clever, can be used as a sword, can be used as a stick, unpredictable, he has never seen it in the rivers and lakes for many years.

Zhou Yixin said: "Good martial arts, come again." The figure turned back and shouted, "Mountains and mountains." The internal force urged, the wind was blowing, and the long sword drew three semicircular sword arcs from left to right, shooting towards Xiyun's chest.

Xiyun was secretly frightened, sighed so quickly in his heart, grabbed the middle and upper part of Zizhu, left one and a half feet on it, closed it in front of his chest, and leaned upward, breaking the first heavy mountain, then breaking the second heavy mountain, and then breaking the third heavy mountain, although the purple bamboo and the long sword did not really touch, but the two sides collided vigorously, and "poof" sounded three times in a row.

Although Zizhu is longer than a sword, Xiyun's grasp is skillful, and in fact, the distance to go out is shorter, which is advantageous, but it still shocks Zhou Yixin's qi and makes his arm numb.

The flute secretly feels bad, the little monk is still young after all, and I am afraid that the internal strength is insufficient.

A hint of joy flashed on Zhang Fenhua's face, and he could also see that Zhou Yixin's internal strength was extremely strong.

Zhou Yixin shouted in a deep voice: "Come again! ”

This move is faster, the sword blade rises from below, and suddenly draws a big sword arc straight at the front door, and then turns abruptly, pulls down the middle road, and then mentions, and stabs the face door, it is really fast and dangerous, extremely subtle, Xiyun blocked the first sword, but the second sword and the third sword had to take two steps back in a row before there was enough strength to block.

It was in vain again, Zhou Yixin couldn't help frowning, suddenly took a deep breath, and his eyes became extremely sharp, "Little monk, be careful, look at my 'mountain breaking'!"