Chapter 105

"Hoo Hoo..."

The strong wind blew in the face, and the people's cheeks hurt.

At night, a man stretched out his arms, stepped on the branches and leaves, and galloped through the forest like a high wind.

He has triangular eyes, a hooked nose and a cloudy face, which is the truth of the Prajna hall.

At the same time, it was also the masked monk who sneaked into Zhenzhuo's room and stole Shaoyang pill that day!

"Senior brother Zhenxuan."

Zhenhui was held in his hand. Although he struggled hard, he still couldn't break free. Instead, he was soft and weak.

"Why did you catch us?"

"What are you doing?"

Zhenxuan looked gloomy and said in a cold voice, "someone wants your life. I will exchange you with others."

"Are you going to kill me?"

Zhenhui turned pale: "why? Elder martial brother, it's wrong to kill people. You also secretly learned the breaking patchwork skill!"

The other party majored in Weituo palm. As far as he knew, he didn't inherit the broken patchwork skill.

"Childish!"

Zhenxuan low hum: "killing is wrong. Why does Shaolin Temple pass down so many killing skills?"

"The way of life is to fight each other, and the strong is respected!"

"Shaolin martial arts is for self-protection."

Zhenhui explained, "although our Buddha has the Dharma of golden gang and angry eyes, he has always been compassionate. You are distorting the Buddhist theory."

"Mercy?"

Zhenxuan's face was more angry and couldn't help shouting: "you are merciful to others. How can others be merciful to you?"

"The family has been destroyed. Should I persuade people to be merciful?"

"Senior brother."

Zhenhui's face stiffened, and then said, "I've heard of your experiences in those years, but all kinds of things in the past are hardships. We should put it down..."

"Fart!"

"It's all Farting!"

Zhenxuan's eyes turned red and roared loudly: "the bandits of Qinshan killed 37 of my family. If you don't revenge this, you will swear not to be a man!"

"Martial uncle xuannian saved you."

Zhenhui hurriedly said, "elder martial brother, you should be grateful. You shouldn't have such resentment."

"Since he saved me, why didn't he avenge me?"

Zhenxuan stared angrily: "for so many years, he only told me to drive cicadas with eight steps to escape my life. Even Weituo's palm was unwilling to teach."

"Then why did you leave me in Shaolin Temple? I came to Shaolin to learn kung fu well and avenge myself!"

"Amitabha."

Zhenhui folded his hands and said, "martial uncle wants to use the pure land of Buddhism to purify the killing thoughts in your heart and eliminate a killing karma."

"This is the heart of compassion!"

"Ha ha..."

Zhenxuan looked up at the sky and laughed: "he has such a compassionate heart. Why not try to influence the murderous Qinshan bandits?"

"He left me in the temple and didn't teach me martial arts. He asked me to recite the Laozi Buddhist sutra every day..."

"Fuck me!"

"Senior brother."

Zhenhui changed her complexion, looked at her eyes and said, "you're possessed!"

"That's right!"

Zhenxuan gritted his teeth and roared: "I have been in the temple for 13 years. Each year is a kind of suffering for me."

"Now I've got through four wonderful classics. I haven't made any progress in two years. There's no hope to stay any longer."

"Since Shaolin Temple doesn't help me achieve what I want, some people are willing to help me!"

"Senior brother."

Zhenhui was compassionate and murmured, "when is it time to repay each other? It's better to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha..."

"True wisdom."

Guo fan, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't help but say, "this guy's spirit is not normal. You can't tell him that it doesn't work!"

He had the experience of being possessed by the devil and was very clear about the real situation today.

Confusion of consciousness, the idea is full of killing opportunities, sometimes a small stimulus can make the other party insane.

When that's it

"If you don't say a word, I'll almost forget you!"

Zhenxuan looked down, his eyes were red, his face smiled ferociously, and his arm was thrown fiercely.

"Shua!"

In the gallop, Guo fan, like a burden thrown out, hit a big tree on one side.

"Peng!"

"Click..."

The petite body of an 11-year-old boy broke the tree trunk, and the rest continued to hit a rock.

Even smashed the rocks out of the cracks.

A dark blood stain appeared, and Guo fan collapsed to the ground without saying a word, as if all his muscles and bones were broken.

"Senior brother!"

Zhenhui opened her eyes and screamed.

"You have a good relationship with him. Are you very sad when he dies?"

Zhenxuan bowed his head and smiled grimly: "Zhenhui, do you want to kill me now?"

"Say!"

"Yes or no?"

"Amitabha."

Zhenhui's body trembled and her eyes were filled with tears: "elder martial brother Zhenxuan, you have killed innocent people for revenge. You are possessed!"

"That's right!"

Zhenxuan roared and looked Crazy: "do you know how I came here in the past 13 years?"

"Every night when I close my eyes, I can see the scene in front of my family's tragic death. However, xuannian wants me to put down my hatred."

"Ha ha... I only hate that I am not his opponent, otherwise I would have slapped him to death!"

"As long as you can get revenge, what if you are possessed?"

"Ah!"

In the roar, his feet accelerated and ran madly towards the depths of the dense forest.

Zhenhui's hands were folded, his eyes were filled with tears, and his voice choked to recite the Buddhist Sutra: "all promising dharmas are like dreams and illusions, like dew and electricity, so we should do..."

Not long.

Zhenxuan stopped in front of a shabby wooden house with Zhenhui. He swayed and disappeared into the house.

It was obviously inhabited not long ago, and the bedding was warm.

He threw Zhenhui on the bed. With a big hand, the two boards on the ground opened, revealing a dark hole that didn't know where to go.

As he was about to jump, he turned his head suddenly.

"Who?"

"It's me."

The dull sound sounded from the door, which also made Zhenxuan's face loose.

He recognized that the voice came from the man in black.

"You came very quickly. Why, the monks didn't find that you secretly lit the fire?"

"Lucky."

The voice said, "open the door. I want to see what the little monk who gave birth to the Buddha heart looks like that day."

"What's good?"

Zhenxuan snorted and said, "this kind of person is different from the innate body. He is no different from ordinary people, but his mind is transparent."

"Huixin..."

At this point, he disdained to curl his mouth and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Just put his hand on the door, Zhenxuan's face suddenly changed, and his body jumped back like a needle.

But it's still late!

"Peng!"

The sudden outbreak of terror smashed the wooden door, and the remaining potential continued to fall on Zhenxuan.

moment

There was smoke and dust and sawdust in the wooden house.

Zhenxuan also groaned, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, smashed his body into the back wall and rolled into the back mountain forest.

"Who are you?"

The roar followed.

"The one who wants your life!"

In the smoke, a burly man walked into the wooden house, with a ferocious and frightening momentum, like a fierce general on the battlefield.

Guo fan patted the dust on his body, glanced at Zhenhui on the side, and walked towards the rear.

I don't know where he came from. The figure of the original owner is no different from his body.

"Die!"

At this time, Zhenxuan was obviously mentally abnormal and could forcibly press down his injury.

Pounced.

Weituo palm!

Weituo worship Buddha!

When you close your palms and tap with one hand, a momentum of supporting the sky rises, as if to overturn everything.

"Good!"

Guo fan snorted coldly, took a big step at his feet, shook his body, and his strength ran through in an instant.

Then the arm slammed and one palm fell.

Big tablet smasher!

"Boom..."

The Qi collided with each other and swept the four directions.

The wooden houses burst in an instant, and countless plants and trees rose from the ground and whirled.

"Bodhi mind method!"

"Big tablet smasher!"

As soon as Zhenxuan's face was solemn, his body turned, his cassock shook, and layers of air walls fell quietly towards Guo fan.

Broken patchwork!

What he practices is a family handed down internal skill. His skill is as pure as Shaolin mental skill.

This is to drive cicadas with eight steps and use Weituo's palm. The breaking patchwork skill is displayed one after another. Its prestige is also extremely terrible.

At least, it brings great pressure to Guo fan.

After all, the other party got through four wonderful classics, but he only got through one. The gap between the two is too far.

"Shua!"

His back body was wrong, he stepped on a popular shadowless pace, his arm spun, and several knife Qi slashed out.

Tiger hundred robbers!

The sabre Qi is vertical and horizontal. It has nine records in a row, and the moves are continuous. There is also a sharp Sabre meaning in it.

"Dao Yi!"

Zhenxuan shrinks his eyes and shakes his cassock. The invisible real force surrounds him and instantly eliminates the knife Qi.

Then his body flashed and wanted to counterattack.

However, Guo fan's body method is faster, his feet are shadowless, his body moves from left to right, and all kinds of sabre techniques are used in a series of pursuit.

"Die!"

Zhenxuan's eyes sank.

He caught Zhenhui and dared not stay for a moment. If he was chased here by the people of Shaolin Temple, he would die!

At that moment, he was cruel in his heart. Regardless of the injury on his body, he stepped on his foot and his whole body was full of momentum.

Just then, his heart jumped.

"No!"

Weituo palm - Pilgrimage in all directions!

Countless palms and moments emerge and stack up like blooming lotus, wrapping him up.

At the same time, the cassock shakes and layers of strength surround the whole body.

At the same time, the six dark Sabre lights came from nowhere, quietly disappeared into the palm strength and cut into the cassock.

"Yi..."

Zhenxuan rolled over and got up again. His cassock was broken and there were more blood marks inside.

His eyes were full of fear.

Before he could recover, the figure in front of him came violently, and the nine Dao Qi suddenly closed.

The first move of Prajna falling magic sabre.

"Ah!"

As soon as Zhenxuan opened his eyes, he tried his best to break out the real strength in his body and hit him head-on.

"Peng!"

Palm strength and knife Qi collide with each other, and then dissipate each other.

On the face of Zhenxuan, there was no joy of escaping from death, but despair.

Behind him, a figure floated down.

Guo fan leaned forward and tapped with one palm. His body was slightly red. His strength gathered in the palm and burst out.

Blood burning method!

This skill can increase his strength by 30%, which is comparable to getting through another strange Sutra.

Taoist Qi turned into a stone tablet and fell on Zhenxuan without any strength overflow.

"Boom!"

Zhenxuan's body trembled and countless blood sprays came out.

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