Hearing the sweeping monk's question, Zhao Tiancheng realized that these things might be related to him, and asked rhetorically: "You also know how to make this kind of thing?"

"Impossible! It is impossible for outsiders to know the method of making the silk rope! You must have obtained it from Ding Chunqiu's hands. The sweeping monk did not believe that there were other places where there were records except in that ancient book.

"Who said it was impossible! Didn't you find that this silk thread is far more than what Ding Chunqiu has in his hand?"

In fact, the sweeping monk also saw it, but he didn't want to admit it, this silk thread was extremely tough, and it was very restrained by his qi wall, so he didn't give him much when he handed over this kind of silk thread to Ding Chunqiu, just the length of the length, and it was enough to trap people with silk threads.

"Do you think you can kill me with just these things?" the sweeping monk approached Zhao Tiancheng step by step.

Zhao Tiancheng grinned while tightening the silk thread: "Of course not!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked on the silk thread, and the red liquid flowed out along the silk thread in an instant, and it had already covered the silk thread in an instant.

"Break!" Zhao Tiancheng suddenly tightened the silk thread, and the sweeping monk only felt a huge pressure coming, and then the air wall around him burst like a balloon bursting instantly, and the sword light of the long sword flashed, instantly stabbing into the heart of the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk's robe instantly swelled out, and when the long sword stabbed the monk's robe, the monk's robe twisted rapidly, blocking the castration of the long sword.

As soon as the internal force was sent, a touch of sword gang instantly surrounded the entire long sword, and at the same time it spun rapidly. The monk's robe wrapped in the long sword flew apart in an instant like shredded sawdust, and the monk's robe, which already had Dao Dao marks, was completely destroyed.

At the moment when the monk's robe was destroyed, Zhao Tiancheng felt a flash of golden light. A tremendous gust of wind struck his head.

Bowing down, the long sword swept behind him, and the sword light crossed in front of the sweeping monk's eyes, and at the same time, the cold light flashed, and a sound of breaking the air pointed directly at the sweeping monk's eyes.

The sweeping monk blocked with one hand, pinched two steel needles between his fingers, and Zhao Tiancheng took a few steps back by taking advantage of the gap.

At this time, the clothes on the upper body of the sweeping monk had already turned into rags. Covered in bronzed muscles, what might be smeared on them?

"What you are cultivating is actually Shaolin's outer martial arts!" Zhao Tiancheng said in surprise when he saw the color on the sweeping monk.

"That's good!" said the sweeping monk, "The martial arts in Shaolin are very chaotic. Each martial art needs a corresponding internal force to urge, if you want to make a lot of internal forces in one, you have to find a way from Buddhism, but there is an exception is external power, I believe that the ancestor of Bodhidharma should also start from the external power to practice. It is not until the internal force in the body has really undergone a qualitative change that it begins to integrate it with the internal force into the body. Thus mastering seventy-two stunts. As the sweeping monk explained, the bronza on his body became darker and darker, and finally turned golden.

"I see!" At this time, Zhao Tiancheng thought of what was going on with Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo? In fact, the cheats given to them by the sweeping monk were all real Shaolin 72 stunts, but it was precisely because there were too many types of martial arts to cultivate, which caused the internal forces in the body to conflict with each other, which produced this hidden damage, fortunately, the two of them were already masters of deep internal strength before learning Shaolin 72 stunts, so they were able to suppress the injuries in their bodies all the time. Otherwise, it will be like the Xuancheng of Shaolin Temple, and the meridians will be cut off and become a wasted person.

"These Shaolin martial arts are actually enlightened in Buddhist scriptures, so if you want to fuse together, you have to find a way in Buddhist scriptures!" Zhao Tiancheng suddenly found that the other party's pupils were faintly golden.

But Bodhidharma finally found a shortcut after facing the wall for nine years, as long as the "Yijin Sutra" and "Washing the Marrow Sutra" were the foundation, they could integrate the rest of the internal forces. ”

"So you've completed your studies?"

"Haha! That's good!" The ruthless and compassionate look on the sweeping monk's face flashed back and forth, and finally the compassionate look prevailed again, "After the great consummation of external skills, I will practice the "Washing the Pulp Sutra", but I didn't expect it to be destroyed by you!"

It turns out that the sweeping monk is a very ambitious person, lurking in Shaolin wants to become the same task as Damour, when cleaning the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, he got the relics of Dharma, so as not only to get some strange things to make the method, but also to know the method of cultivating Shaolin stunts, but what surprised the sweeping monk is that as he learns more Shaolin martial arts, the more Buddhism he sees, the anger in his heart is gradually suppressed, but he is unwilling to do so, he knows that if there is no change in the future, even if he learns all the seventy-two stunts, in the end he is just a monk, but can not realize the ambition in his heart, and finally he thought of a way, is to fill all their own Buddha nature into the bodies of the rest of the people, originally the sweeping monk took a fancy to Wu Yazi, but in the end it was out of his control, but what he didn't expect was that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo suddenly appeared in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Originally, the sweeping monk had already transmitted part of the Buddha nature to Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's bodies, but now he couldn't suppress the Buddha nature in his heart, so he couldn't do it for a long time.

After finishing speaking, the anger in the eyes of the sweeping monk once again prevailed, and he suddenly stepped on the ground under his feet, and with a loud bang, a deep pit remained in place, and the sweeping monk's body suddenly rushed into the air, and then smashed Zhao Tiancheng with a punch like a comet.

The golden light flashed in front of him, Zhao Tiancheng didn't have time to think about it at all, he directly put the long sword across his forehead, one hand was close to the spine of the sword, and just after making a defense, the sweeping monk slammed his fist on the long sword with a "bang" sound, and the long sword shook suddenly, almost out of his hand.

Then Zhao Tiancheng felt a pressure suddenly pressed down, and hurriedly mobilized the internal force to meet it, and the internal force of the two people suddenly collided together with the long sword as the carrier, and after a while, a fine "click! click" sound came out, and the long sword gradually cracked, it was just a small crack, but it immediately went straight to the tip of the sword along the hilt, and then divided countless small cracks based on this crack, densely crawling all over the sword body.

"Roar!" A tiger roared, and the long sword that was about to collapse instantly turned into countless tiny pieces of iron, and was urged by the huge force to rush towards the sweeping monk in mid-air.

He violently pulled out several fragments of the broken sword inserted in his chest, but dozens of such fragments were embedded in the sweeping monk's body.

It turned out that when the long sword was about to break, Zhao Tiancheng shot all the fragments of the long sword at the sweeping monk with the strength of the sound wave gong, but the fragments that were broken by the position of the sweeping monk's fist also shot at Zhao Tiancheng's body with the power of the sweeping monk, fortunately, it was only a small part.

The sweeping monk clenched his hands, and the fragments of the long sword on his body fell to the ground "crackling", "Do you want to kill me with some? Today is your death!" said that the sweeping monk reached Zhao Tiancheng in a few steps, and a move "Tong Zi Li Buddha" crashed into Zhao Tiancheng.

"Bang!" There was an explosion, and Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tong actually flew past Zhao Tiancheng left and right, catching the sweeping monk's fists respectively.

Seeing that Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tong's grandmother actually began to compete with the sweeping monk for internal strength, Zhao Tiancheng grabbed the other hand of the two and sent the internal force into the bodies of the two of them far away.

With Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui as a bridge, the internal forces of the three people gathered together and rushed into the body of the sweeping monk, although the strength of the three people was gathered, but the scene was still evenly matched, and neither side could have the upper hand.

If they were able to compete with their internal strength at the beginning, maybe Zhao Tiancheng and others would be able to win, but if they didn't break through the air wall of the sweeping monk, they wouldn't have a chance to compete with each other, who would give up their strengths to compete with others' weaknesses.

But at this time, the timing of Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui was very good, if the sweeping monk did not use internal force to defend, he would definitely be seriously injured by the force of the counterattack, so he had to compete with the three of them with internal strength.

The reason why Zhao Tiancheng was able to regain his freedom in front was that the two of them fought hard to consume the internal force and withdrew their control of the internal force, but in this way, the internal force of the two became empty, so they recovered on the side, at this time Zhao Tiancheng was in crisis, although the two had not fully recovered, but they couldn't take care of it, so they could only come to the rescue.

A storm of energy slowly formed between the four of them, and the storm became bigger and bigger, carrying all the surrounding stones and grass clippings up, like a tornado, revolving rapidly around the four people.

"Brother Cheng, I'll save you!" Huang Rong's crisp voice sounded in Zhao Tiancheng's ears, and then he felt a pair of soft little hands appear on his back, and a strong internal force was injected into Zhao Tiancheng's body from above, although there was no way to turn back, Zhao Tiancheng also knew that it must be the three women who shot together to convey all the internal force.

The original evenly matched situation instantly occupied the advantage after the addition of the three women, and the internal force collision between the palms was gradually suppressed into the body of the sweeping monk, with the violent collision of internal forces, even the body of the sweeping monk who cultivated the external skills to the extreme could only not withstand the pull of the power, and the hands gradually disintegrated and distorted.

Although the progress was slow, the internal force still spread little by little along the arm of the sweeping monk towards the chest, as long as the internal force passed through, the flesh and blood would disintegrate, and even the bones would disappear.

Seeing his hands slowly disappear, the pain in them was indescribable, but the sweeping monk didn't even blink his eyes, "If you continue like this, you're going to die! I'm not reconciled! Why?" The sweeping monk watched the internal force advance little by little, like the scythe of death approaching. (To be continued......)