Since Wang Lie handed over the captive to Lingmen, he was much more relaxed, walking in front alone, as long as he was careful to avoid the party's rangers, although the escort people did not ride horses, and he walked slowly, he was also leisurely.

For that captive, the current treatment is much better than before in the hands of Wang Lie, before Wang Lie was afraid of trouble, directly sealed the acupoints of his whole body and lifted him in his hand like a broken sack, now the Lingmen is only sealing his martial arts, and walking is to let him walk by himself, but there are two monks to watch him closely at any time, without martial arts, in this grassland with a wide field of vision, he can't escape at all.

"Brother Wang, seeing that it is about to arrive in the Great Song Dynasty, the poor monk has a reluctant request. A few days later, the group had approached the border of the Great Song Dynasty, with Wang Lie leading the way, the movement of the cavalry could be found across more than ten miles, and there was no danger along the way, and they were about to return to their hometowns, and the smiles on the faces of the surviving people also increased, and the thoughts of Lingmen could not be suppressed.

"Since it's a reluctant invitation, you still don't say it. Wang Lie waved his hand and said, "If I refuse you, it won't be good." He walked at the front of the line and refused without looking back. When he arrived at the place and handed over Lingjing to him, Wang Lieke planned to part ways with them, and in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, they didn't have to worry about their safety. As for these people, he believed that the spiritual gate had a better way to settle them than he did.

Lingmen was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he encountered such a direct answer, and he refused directly without listening to anything, he was speechless for a long time before he spoke again: "Don't you listen to what is going on first?"

"What can happen," Wang Lie pouted and said, "I don't believe that you have any good things to find me, and I don't have any money to give you Shaolin Temple." ”

Lingmen was a little annoyed, and snorted, it was also Wang Lie's kindness to them, and if he changed someone else, the master of Lingmen had already greeted with his fist, the chief disciple of Shaolin, who didn't give a few thin faces, "Brother Wang, I saw that your martial arts are progressing rapidly, and I want to ask you for a lesson or two!" Lingmen's aggressive character is quite famous in Shaolin Temple, and several other monks turned their heads and pretended not to hear, it is too embarrassing to chase others to compete in martial arts, and the monk has no face.

"I want to fight, I'm sorry, I'm not interested. Wang Lie rolled his eyes, when my brother's ability was still there, I was looking for you to compete, you looked unhappy and didn't bother to take care of my brother, now my brother still can't look down on you, yesterday you ignored my love, today I let you can't climb high, your little kung fu brother has already seen through it, not comparable!

The originator of Lingmen let out a rough breath, his eyebrows were angry, and the monk's robe was a little fluttering, "Look at the fist!" shouted loudly, Lingmen stepped forward directly and punched, and he didn't wait for him to shoot directly.

I go, is this the virtue of the Shaolin abbot in the future? Wang Lie complained, tiptoed, and retreated lightly to avoid the punch of the Lingmen, and the punch of the Lingmen was just a test, and he did not use much force, one move was made, and he followed up in great strides, and then another move towards Wang Lie.

"You're really-" That cheap word Wang Lie didn't spit out directly, but the surrounding monks all laughed secretly, "Didn't you get beaten enough by my senior sister back then?" Wang Lie remembered that when he first went to Shaolin Temple, Wu Xingyun had a martial arts competition with Lingmen, and it was no surprise that Lingmen lost, and he was beaten with two black circles at that time, which has always been regarded as a shame by Lingmen.

Wang Lie mentioned this matter again, Lingmen was furious, shouted, and punched more violently, Wang Lie was like a fallen leaf in his fist wind, but Lingmen's fist just couldn't hit him.

"Master Lingmen, now we are still in danger, this is not good, what if I miss and injure you?" Wang Lie cast Ling Bo Wei Step, dodging Lingjing's attack like a leisurely stroll, he said the truth, he couldn't beat Lingmen back then, and now it is easy to defeat him.

Lingmen didn't think so, and snorted coldly: "Martial arts competition, if you are injured, your skills are not as good as others, you can't complain about people, you have the ability to hurt me, this is only a few dozen miles away from the border, there is a large army stationed in front, there will be no more danger, you can shoot!" The reason why he chose to go here to propose a competition with Wang Lie was because this place was close to the border, and there was a large army stationed there, and the party members did not dare to come over lightly, of course, he originally wanted to cross the border before he had a discussion with Wang Lie, and now he was also excited by Wang Lie.

"Okay, since you're looking for abuse, then what am I afraid of!" Wang Lie smiled, his footsteps stopped, and a punch slammed towards Lingmen's fist, bang, the two fists intersected, Lingmen took half a step back, this move had already been lost, he went with all his strength, Wang Lie hurriedly punched to resist, it turned out to be him half a step back.

Of course, the competition has just begun, and Lingmen naturally won't stop because of this half step, and shouted: "Okay!" The monk's robe flicked, the big sleeves fluttered, and the fist power whirring at the bottom of the sleeves was sent out to Wang Lie. His kung fu is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, called "Sleeve Qiankun", the sleeves are raised, but the fist strength is issued at the bottom of the sleeve. Shaolin monks have always been based on participating in Zen and learning Buddhism, and practicing martial arts and boxing is the end, and they have already violated the precepts when they are angry, not to mention beating people? However, the Shaolin faction has regarded martial arts as the sect of the world for hundreds of years, and how can they not move their fists and feet. The sleeves of his coat seem to be a disguise for the strength of his fist, so that the enemy cannot see the way the fist is coming from, and he is caught off guard. As everyone knows, on the sleeve, but there is also a very sharp trick and strength, if the enemy is engrossed in dismantling the fist hidden under his sleeve, he will turn to the guest and hurt people with his sleeve strength.

This set of stunts is that the master of the spiritual gate saw that he was too easy to get angry, and he competed with others at every turn, so he specially taught him this stunt, and he could also be a little more elegant when he did it with people, without losing the dignity of Shaolin.

When Wang Lie saw that he had attacked, the two wide sleeves blew forward, like two sails with a tailwind, and the power was not trivial, and he shouted loudly: "The sleeves are really extraordinary!" The strength of the Lingmen's sleeves was scattered, but Wang Lie's palm was concentrated and condensed, only a sneering sound could be heard, and the two forces stirred each other, and suddenly there seemed to be dozens of gray butterflies flying up and down around him.

Looking at the spiritual gate again, I saw that he had a pair of bare arms, revealing two long arms. It turned out that the two of them were in a fierce internal force, how could the sleeves of the monk's robe withstand it?

"I can't see it, the Lingmen master's muscles are well trained. Wang Lie said with a smile.

Lingmen's face was pale, he had already broken the Qiankun in Xiaocheng's sleeves with one move, but he lost his hair, his sleeves were gone, and naturally he had no face, and he didn't have the face to fight anymore.

"Brother Wang has really made rapid progress, and after only a few years, I am no longer your opponent, no wonder the ancestor regards the respected master as a celestial. "Although Lingmen is embarrassed, it also has its own bearing, it is okay to lose the competition, but people can't lose.

When he spoke, he found that Wang Lie didn't speak, as if he was in a daze, his eyes were straight, and he frowned a little in his heart, although he won the competition, there was no need to do this. As everyone knows, Wang Lie was in shock at this time.

Just after he broke through the sleeve of the spiritual gate, he just said a word, and a familiar and long-lost voice sounded in his ears, and an emotionless-sounding mechanical voice sounded in his mind: "Defeat one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, "Sleeve Qiankun", obtain the "Sleeve Qiankun" cultivation method, collect all the seventy-two stunts, and start the task of repairing your eyes!"

Wang Lie's mind turned waves, he once thought that as long as he saw others perform a natural ability, he could get a full set of martial arts is all the eyes, and he did not appear again after changing his eyes, but he didn't expect to restart today, looking at the familiar light man in his mind, Wang Lie's mind turned waves, he didn't cherish the ability in his hand at the beginning, only after learning a few sets of kung fu, after losing it, he knew how difficult it was to learn a stunt, and now that the ability is back, he just wants to look up to the sky and laugh three times, with this ability, he can master the world's martial arts just around the corner, Murong Lao Pifu, obediently be my stepping stone。

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But in an instant, Wang Lie returned to reality, and saw Lingmen looking at him with an unhappy expression, and hurriedly arched his hand and said: "I just fought with you and occasionally realized something, don't blame it." ”

"Well, that's it. Lingmen was silent for a long time, sighed and said: "You can feel something at any time, no wonder your martial arts progress is so fast, it seems that the martial arts qualifications of poor monks are indeed far inferior to yours, what the master said is right, becoming a monk, poor monks still practice Buddhism diligently, Amitabha!" (To be continued.) )