readx; The grace of Yunshui Zen is played in the moves of Ling Zen Zi to be elegant and elegant, just like a fairy, and in Ye Impermanence's palm, it is the overlap of virtual and real, both good and evil. The more the two of them dismantled www.biquge.info the higher artistic conception of Yunshui Zen, time seemed to freeze between the two of them, and even people who were not familiar with martial arts couldn't help but stop when they saw such a subtle martial arts game.

Most of the people have never seen Yunshui Zen, but when they see it today, they all feel that they have no regrets in this life.

Many people were immersed in its simple and agile moves, and even more so attracted by its natural moves, they secretly practiced it privately like a gourd. But after just a few moves, I felt that my strength was weak, I was dizzy, and the meridians were even more blocked when I practiced again, and I was busy stopping below before I came to breathe. Only then did I know that this kind of martial arts was really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Ling Chanzi and Ye Wuchang have been dismantling for a long time, each with their own strengths, but neither of them has been able to suppress anyone. Seeing that the higher the realm of Yunshui Zen, Ye Wuchang's heart gradually became bottomless, and the blame could only be blamed on the fact that the person left only half of the martial arts method on the holy pool, and the rest is only God knows. The reason why he was able to practice Yunshui Zen at such an age was not because his understanding was different from ordinary people, but because he worshiped the financial, material and human resources of the Holy Sect.

Back then, it was difficult to even read through the half of the cloud water meditation, let alone talk about cultivation.

After that, his father spent a huge amount of financial and material resources to invite Zhuge Xiaoxian, the master of Tianjimen, who is familiar with the five elements of gossip and plum blossom six barges in the rivers and lakes, and Master Lingyi, one of the five ancestors of Zen Buddhism, to go out of the mountain to crack it together. These two racked their brains for the few dozen or so words, read all the classics in the world, exhausted what they had learned all their lives, and it took them a full eleven years to crack it.

When Zhuge Xiaoxian was invited to worship the Holy Sect, he was still a beautiful son, and when he followed Master Lingyi to decipher it, he had exhausted the mechanism and had white hair.

Although he was only half-aware of the Yunshui Zen, Ye Wuchang's father was already extremely excited, and invited the five elders of the Holy Worship Sect who had long since escaped the world to come out and take a look. These five elders are the highest martial arts in the Holy Worship Sect, but when they see this Yunshui Zen, they can't guarantee that they can practice it.

At this time, Ye Wuchang's father was already slowly old, and he had to look at the true appearance of Yunshui Zen with a hard breath, so these five elders cultivated out of context, and each took a mental method to go back to practice.

Ye Wuchang's father still had nothing to do with this half of Yunshui Chan after all, and he never saw Yunshui Chan born before he died, so he could only die with hatred. In this way, Ye Wuchang attacked the position of sect leader, and the five elders were even more reluctant to practice hard day and night, and after they practiced, in order to make up for the shortcomings of the old sect leader, they passed on the Yunshui Zen they had cultivated to Ye Wuchang together, and then they returned to the west because of their internal strength.

In this way, Ye Wuchang practiced Yunshui Zen in a young and easy way, in the final analysis, it is just a predecessor planting a tree and a later person enjoying the shade.

At this moment, his half-cloud water Zen is about to bottom, but Ling Zenzi is not slacking off at all, but he is becoming more and more proficient in his moves.

At that time, Ye Wuchang was not willing to have only this half of Yunshui Zen, and privately visited Zhuge Xiaoxian and Master Lingyi, wanting to ask them to continue to write it with their thorough comprehension of Yunshui Zen and extraordinary wisdom, but these two people both said that such a miraculous martial arts classic could not be written by ordinary people, and it had to be written by the world-shattering great virtue, great talent, and great sage. So I had to give up.

"Since my Yunshui Zen is not as good as him, why should I be rigid and have to use Yunshui Zen to win him? I also have a lot of kung fu to defeat him!" Ye Wuchang thought secretly at the moment.

Thinking like this, the corners of Ye Wuchang's eyes couldn't help but be sharp and vicious, and the endless palm of his hand was still the elegant and agile of Yunshui Zen, but the internal kung fu had a subtle change in the secret change of things and stars, reversing the true qi in the meridians silently. The original masculine power turned into a cold air after this dou turned into a cold air, and the sassy yin wind roared out of his palm!

After Ling Chanzi took his palm, he felt that his palm was extremely cold for no reason, like slapping on ice, and the internal force brought out of his hand was cold, and there were fine ice crystals, and he suddenly withdrew his palm power in shock.

And Ye Wuchang's palm is as fast as the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, Ling Zenzi said secretly, this kid is just a little cold, I took it and expected him to be able to do anything to me!

For a moment, Ling Zenzi felt that something was wrong, and the internal force in the dantian poured over the river and the sea through the eight veins of the Qi Jing to the palm of his hand, and then immediately disappeared without a trace!

"Good boy, you dare to suck my internal strength, but it's a pity, old man, my internal strength is as deep as a well! If you want to suck it, I'm afraid that your small vat won't fit it!" Ling Chanzi simply raised his head and laughed loudly.

"Yes, such a junior should see and understand!" As he spoke, the two cyclones of yin cold and masculine in Ye Wuchang's hands turned sharply upward, and they were absorbed even more rapidly!

Ling Zenzi's hand was tightly clinged by its whirlpool-like internal force, like a flat boat in the turbulent water, and he could only let it slap in the stormy waves, and he was powerless to withdraw!

"That kid is using the Nine Turns Seven Returning Gong to return to the basics, but his countercurrent internal force is not to heal Shen Ke's injuries in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, but to absorb people's internal force!" Chun Yangzi reminded loudly, with the strength of Ling Chanzi alone, he couldn't get out at all, but he wanted to fly out and interrupt Ye Impermanence's sucking, but where were Lan Lan and the hall master of the Quick Knife Hall willing to let him go?

Chun Yangzi was consumed a lot of physical strength by the Gu figurines, and under his old age, even if he was excellent in martial arts, he was also a little weak in his heart. It is already very difficult for a person to deal with a Miao Jiang woman who has achieved poisonous skills and a master with strange sword skills, and it is even more vain to talk about fighting out of the encirclement but helping Ling Zenzi.

The rest of the disciples of Xuanmen are wounded and dead, and most of the remaining disciples are still beginners, and they have no skills to fight against them, so they can only watch helplessly. At this moment, they are looking forward to Sikong Hua and Nangong Ren coming out, but it's a pity that these two people come and go on weekdays at this moment, one is crazy and the other is poisoned, and none of them can stand up to turn the tide for the teacher, which can't help but make people sigh and feel cold.

"Boy, old man, how is my internal strength, I can't bear to discipline you, and wait, old man, I have more!

"With Master, no matter how powerful his old man's skills are, there will be a time when he will be exhausted, won't he be exhausted and die of exhaustion at that time?" Meng Li looked at it from afar and worried.

"I can still afford to eat the younger generation, and I don't have to worry about the seniors!" Ye Wuchang also said unharmed, he had never suffered from the internal strength of the five elders all his life, not to mention that this old man, I didn't believe that he alone was much more than that nobody.

"Hey, boy, the moon is full and the water is overflowing, don't be too greedy!" Ling Zenzi said loudly.

After saying that, he laughed out loud in the wind, and his hair flew wildly, and he was uninhibited and uninhibited. Twenty years of heaven and earth have been turned upside down, day and night are indistinguishable, eating and sleeping in the open, and it is full of sores.

The most proud disciple in his life betrayed his master, and the brothers took the opportunity to cut off all the disciples under him, and he survived like a living dead to this day, sometimes he didn't know what such a person was living for?

The master did this to him, and he should have hated him to the bone, but God Ping sent an ignorant girl to him by mistake for no reason.

"Senior brothers, my name is Meng Li, I am young and I have no intention of passing by today and I don't know if I bumped into you, but your appearance also scared me, so we will even if we are even. ”

"My father often said that villains are often relatives, gentlemen are frank, I would rather suffer a little bit myself, but also live openly!"

Her eyes have not yet seen the dirty things that are difficult to fill, and her voice is immature and innocent, like the glimmer of a firefly in a midsummer night, innocent and weak, but it can also illuminate the eyes of people's hearts.

In the dark, Ling Chanzi feels that there are always some things that cannot be calculated by the organs, and they are beyond the control of the sword of power and the dark people's hearts, no matter how vicious your methods are and how superb your martial arts are, you can't erase them.

"Everything I do is for the sake of Xuanmen, even if I have experienced ups and downs for half a lifetime, and have experienced loneliness, poverty and suffering, I have a clear conscience!" Ling Zenzi's heart was agitated, and an indestructible air flow immediately condensed in the dantian.

Guiyuan Yiqi is what he has learned all his life, and such a pure yang, fierce, and domineering martial arts should of course be used to eliminate demons and defend the Dao!

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. "Under the frenzy of hair, he is full of energy, and his voice is like a bell!

Ye Wuchang suddenly felt that the true qi inhaled by his palm power was chaotic in an instant, like a flood of bursting embankments rushing into his fine meridians, and rampage through it!

Ling Zenzi's face turned pale suddenly, and a majestic internal force stone broke through the sky, piercing and tearing everything!

It is as if the sea water suddenly pours in, even if the embankment of thousands of miles is impregnable, it is also done by manpower, how can it stop this stormy wave?

Gui Yuan's qi instantly broke Ye Wuchang's meridians, his hands were full of green tendons, and the meridians that were as fine as spider webs were suddenly abolished!

The unsupportable dantian collapsed violently, and threw out the true qi he had absorbed, and his internal organs were re-turned and severely damaged!

Ye Wuchang's eyes darkened, and he spit out a mouthful of blood mist into the sky, and the person who was still strong just now was suddenly as weak as cotton wool.

His subordinates immediately rushed over when they saw that the situation was not good, and Ye Wuchang fell directly on them like a puddle of soft mud, and all his martial arts were nullified.

Ling Chanzi exhaled outward, and in the midst of the exhaustion of his internal strength just now, he didn't even have the strength to breathe under the collapse.

After the old body had done its best to complete its mission, it collapsed to the ground in a state of overwhelm.

He felt that his soul was still in the air, and he didn't realize that his life was short.

"Master—" A heart-rending shout brought him back to his senses, and sure enough, he fell heavily to the ground, and his bones were pounded with pain.

"Master, Master!" a voice sounded in his ears, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he refused to let go of himself until he died.

Many years ago, another child also called himself the same thing, and he said at the time: "If you want to be a disciple of my Lingzenzi, you must have no distractions and practice martial arts well! You must remember that only those who endure hardships can become masters, and only the strong have the right to speak in this world!"

At this time, a little girl rushed out of the crowd and ran to him, kneeling on the ground with pear blossoms and rain, crying, he reached out on the top of her head, his lips moved, some pain, some heaviness, some pity, some reluctance: "Remember, to, be a, be a, good girl......"