The two of them made a dozen moves, but no one could help anyone. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Lin Changsheng glanced at it a few times, and the corner of his eyes fell on the three superfluous people. These three people are one monk and one layman, but they are also interesting.

What's more interesting is that the monk is not dressed like a horn or a monk, but a Shaolin monk. Judging from his wide palms and bone joints, this monk must have practiced kung fu.

"Could it be that the fire foreman can't do it?" Lin Changsheng was secretly surprised.

Taoist priest, temperament like jade, handsome appearance, at a glance, but it makes people slightly distracted. Such a beautiful man, stuck with King Jinlun and others, is extremely prominent.

The layman, who looked like a scholar, also held a wide folding fan in his hand, but his hair was a little red, and his eyes were tan, obviously not from the Central Plains.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Suddenly, the Taoist priest said and raised his hand slightly.

Lin Changsheng's brows suddenly furrowed, and they looked at him unkindly. And the old naughty boy screamed, but there was no movement, and a force vibrated out.

With a pop, a small silver needle was suddenly launched, stabbing at the Golden Wheel Dharma King on the side.

"Hmph!" King Jinlun was already upset because he couldn't take the old naughty boy, and when he saw someone making a move, although he was helping himself, he was even more unhappy in his heart. His fist turned into a palm, and with a sharp slash, a wisp of strong wind wrapped around the silver needle, which suddenly changed its direction and reflected the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest frowned, and his feet flashed intentionally or unintentionally, as if he had inadvertently moved a step and flashed away.

His hand, annoying, but also bright-eyed, not to mention the means of the sudden hidden weapon, just his step, stepping on the intentional or unintentional, the opportunity to grasp is good, and the footwork is also wonderful, but it is a secret praise.

Suddenly, the old urchin took a step back and said with great amusement: "Old monk, your martial arts are awesome, why don't you pass it on to me?" But he was very sincere.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King snorted and said, "What do you mean by this?"

The old naughty boy laughed: "The old naughty boy has been good at martial arts all his life, and he wants to learn when he sees fun martial arts, if you don't want to, I can worship you as a teacher." ”

The Golden Wheel Dharma King was stunned, apprentice, old fellow, you are older than me, right......

Lin Changsheng and the four of them were a little crying and laughing, and Huang Yaoshi said, "Brother Zhou, don't mess around." ”

The old urchin just widened his eyes and looked at the Golden Wheel Dharma King without blinking. The Golden Wheel Dharma King was a little embarrassed by him, he coughed, raised his head, and ignored him.

Master Yideng said: "Brother Zhou, forget it." ”

The old urchin muttered, and turned back obediently.

The two groups were divided into two groups, each occupying a foot on the cliff and looking at each other. It took a long time for someone to break the silence and come up from below. When the visitor saw the two groups of people, his complexion changed.

He immediately walked up to Zhou Botong, bowed down and said, "The disciple has seen the master." ”

Huang Yaoshi and Master Yideng were both stunned, and looked at the old naughty boy together. The old urchin shook his hand and said, "It's not that you said, don't call me Master in front of others." ”

The person who came was extremely embarrassed, and the master of a lamp said, "Haha...... Brother Zhou, I don't think you also have a disciple. The old man also heard that the virtuous nephew is also here today, so please hurry up. ”

"Thank you, Master!"

This man is none other than Jeruzy!

Soon, someone came up again, it was two women who came together. One yellow and one green, complement each other. Lin Changsheng and Yang Guo glanced at each other, but they recognized these two people, Gongsun Lucao and Hong Lingbo.

"Huh, there are two little girls...... "The old naughty boy looked curiously. Yeluqi was on the side and quietly explained to him: "Master, they should be the hot hand women who are rumored in the rivers and lakes. ”

The old naughty boy suddenly said: "It's the two of them, and the old naughty boy has also heard of it." ”

"It's you......" Gongsun Lucao looked at Lin Changsheng and exclaimed, Hong Lingbo was also extremely surprised. Sixteen years have passed, and Lin Changsheng's appearance has not changed at all.

He stood in the middle of a crowd like a junior.

Lin Changsheng smiled at the two, and Hong Lingbo also recognized Yang Guo beside him, snorted at him, and pulled Gongsun Lucao to the side.

"Someone is here again...... Lin Changsheng and the others looked at the trail one after another, and the two of them walked quickly, from far to near, and soon walked from the mountainside to the top of the cliff. When they saw everyone, their eyes flickered, and when the old man saw Yang Guo, he was slightly stunned, and immediately brought the young man over, bowed and saluted: "Qing Lingzi has seen Engong." ”

Yang Guo nodded slightly and said, "Is this your disciple?"

Qing Lingzi couldn't help but smile and said, "Exactly." Foot Dao, this is Yang Guo Yang Daxia that the teacher told you. ”

Kunlun Three Saints He Foot Dao!

He Zudao has a long face and deep eyes, thin and edged, dressed in white, in his thirties, not handsome, probably elegant. But this person is conceited, high and low, and has a unique temperament.

Look at him, he bowed slightly, but he was neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Thank you Yang Daxia for saving your life." He didn't say anything, but with his arrogant tone, it was a bit oppressive.

Yang Guo sighed, and Huang Yaoshi also looked at the young man with interest. Qing Lingzi smiled bitterly and said: "Don't be surprised by Yang Daxia, the apprentice is lonely, if there is any offense, Qing Lingzi will apologize." ”

Yang said: "The seniors are polite. Brother He, it seems that there is not much difference in age between you and me, why don't we have an exchange?"

He Zudao's eyes lit up and looked at Qing Lingzi. Qing Lingzi sighed secretly, and said in his heart: "Zudao is always self-defeating, and it's okay to hit it." Then he nodded slightly. He said, "Brother Yang, please!"

The two didn't really do anything, but put their right hands together with each other, and everyone who watched knew that these two were fighting.

Is there any stake?

Seems pretty powerful. In the original book, this guy blocked the gate of the Shaolin Temple as soon as he appeared. But to be honest, Shaolin in this era is really not enough to see. When Zhang Junbao competed with He Zudao, he used Shaolin introductory kung fu, and when he turned around, he was strong. The body is calm, really flawless, no less than a first-class Shaolin player.

But from this point of view, the first-class players of Shaolin Temple are really not very good, and they are not worthy of lifting shoes for Yang Guo and others.

He Zudao once compared his internal strength with Zhang Junbao, and he knew that he was not sure of it. Although this somewhat elevated Zhang Junbao, it also showed that He Zudao's own internal strength was insufficient.

You must know that Zhang Junbao was only sixteen or seventeen years old at that time, and no matter how talented he is, how much more can he be than Yang Guo, who has just come out of the ancient tomb. He Zudao is not much higher than him in terms of strength, and compared with Yang Guo, there is a huge difference between him.

Soon after the two touched each other, He Zudao's body was shocked, his face turned red, and he shrank back like an electric shock.

"Hey!" I don't know who sneered, making He Zudao's face even redder, but he was ashamed.

Qing Lingzi sighed secretly and said, "Foot Dao, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky." You are gifted, but you must not be arrogant. ”

He Zudao was awakened by the master, bowed, and said, "Yes!" His face regained calm, and there was only a trace of surprise in his eyes, but occasionally he glanced at Yang Guo's gaze, but he was full of war.

Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, Wu Santong, Wu Xiuwen...... One after another, familiar or strange, came up from below. It wasn't until dark that it was completely cut off.

A fire was lit and the fire raged, and familiar people sat together, talking in whispers, occasionally looking up at others.

Overnight, no one slept, and as soon as the morning dawned, Huo Du, who was beside King Jinlun, suddenly stood up, stretched out the iron fan in his hand, and said loudly: "Everyone, this Huashan sword discussion is to be the first in the world." But Xiao Wang has a word, but he has to say it. The words of the Han people are good, the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister. Although everyone is a scattered person, they can't escape the shackles of the world. Our Mongolia is now in full force, and it is only a matter of time before the Southern Song Dynasty is destroyed. Regardless of the outcome of this time, everyone should plan ahead. ”

"Hmph!" one person snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "It turned out to be a Mongolian dog, it looks like a human dog, and it is really not a thing inside." ”

"Bold!" Huo Du exclaimed, and with a full internal force, the surrounding area of the earthquake was buzzing and trembling, making people secretly frightened. But the man who spoke was not afraid of him, and immediately stood up and said in a loud voice, "What's the matter?" )