Chapter 2103

Lin Xi's thirteen forms of Tai Chi are inherited from the old man. The old man is suspected to be the descendants of the Xuanjia family. The origin is extremely ancient. Whether it is inherited from Zhang Sanfeng or Zhang Sanfeng from the Xuanjia family is unknown.

In the past, he believed that his thirteen forms of Tai Chi were the inheritance of Zhang Sanfeng, but after so many things, he didn't think so, because the old man's actions and all his abilities have a deep meaning. Who can tell whether there is another secret.

Moreover, he was also tired after a series of wars. Since Shi Wu delayed to delay time, he would plan for a hundred years and take this opportunity to recuperate himself.

After hearing Shi Wuyan's voice, all the other guards knew later that Lin Xi did not enter the micro realm, but used a special method to resist the sword in the air.

When they looked back carefully, they also found something wrong. The scope of Lin Xi's imperial sword can only be two feet around the body, and it can't turn round. It seems that it is limited to one time, and it's all a left-handed imperial sword. It can be seen that all the mystery lies in his left hand.

With this in mind, people no longer worry. When they know where the Guan Qiao is, they naturally have a way to deal with it. It's not a worry.

The old man guarding the ninth platform closed his eyes again and continued to meditate. Unless Lin Xi really had the ability to hit him in front, he wouldn't have to do it.

And in his opinion, Lin Xi will never come up, because the people who guard the pass are more powerful than one pass. After the fifth pass, even if he meets him in person, it will be very difficult, not to mention Lin Xi today.

Even if Lin Xi was lucky enough to break through his level, he must be exhausted. He waited for work with ease and bullied the younger generation at the end of the crossbow with his skill of entering the micro mirror. There is almost no suspense.

As for how down the mountain, who lives and who dies, Lin Xi didn't care what level he broke into.

However, he despised Shi Wuyan. They all said that he was a monk who was free from the world of mortals and had six clean roots, but Shi Wuyan was not clean at all. In particular, telling Lin Xi's Secret in public was just to show his holiness in front of others. There was no desire of a monk.

The world's monks are a family. Most of them deceive the world and steal fame. There are very few real eminent monks who have attained Taoism. They are very rare, and they will not come here and become a chess piece.

The fifth platform.

Seeing that Lin Xi didn't speak, Shi Wu moved his bronze body and shook his throat: "is it because the benefactor thought that I couldn't tell the origin of the benefactor if I kept silent? No matter whether the benefactor got the true biography of Sanfeng immortal or not, since I came here today, I must decide the victory or defeat..."

"Either you go up the mountain, benefactor, or I'll go down the mountain and go back to the temple to clean up. However, benefactor, if you think I'm good at this, you'll underestimate me..."

Lin Xi looked at him silently. His anger didn't decrease. It was difficult to kill. I don't know why. He was really annoyed by the monk.

Xu has been in the temple for a long time, or he is born with tuberculosis. Shi Wuyan is chirping, just like Grandma Wang selling melons. It's really disgusting.

Lin Xi couldn't bear it and said, "bald donkey, you can fight if you want. Where does so much nonsense come from..."

"Since the benefactor insists on asking, I will fulfill the benefactor..."

When Lin Xi interrupted the show, Shi Wuyan felt angry. On his bronze face, there was a look of resentment, like angry King Kong. After a roar like a beast, his body rushed to the sky, raised two huge fists, and the shadow of the fist flew over and hit Lin Xi's head one after another. He didn't know which was real and which was illusory. His fist power was heavy, and he had the power to open a monument and crack a stone.

Lin Xi suddenly saw that the top, bottom, left and right as well as the top of his head were all cold fists, which seemed to be suppressed by invisible force, like a mountain. He suddenly felt that his shoulders were heavy, as if he had fallen into a mire.

"Break it for me..."

Lin Xi raised his strength and shouted loudly. He waved his sword and split it forward, as if he wanted to split a bright world from the shadow of boxing and kill the disgusting Shi Wuyan.

In the twinkling of the sword light, the green Ying color broke through the air, split one fist shadow after another, and approached Shi Wuyan's face.

"Hey..."

Shi Wuyan didn't dare to take the green frost sword. After a roar of King Kong, his body flashed rapidly to avoid the sword light and burst out one fist shadow after another, but he was different from just now and deliberately avoided the sword edge of Lin Xi.

After watching the battle earlier, he had already seen that although Lin Xi's sword technique was ordinary, it was direct and straightforward. It was the art of attacking and killing, and the key to recruit people. It must not be hard. Even if he had to meet the green frost sword due to helplessness, he also missed the blade, collided with the body of the sword, and made great efforts to break into Lin Xi's body.

"Bang, Bang... Bang..."

The dull crash sounds, like thunder, sounded one after another on Xiangshan mountain. No matter other people guarding the pass, or the people in black on the top of the mountain, or the eyes hidden at the foot of the mountain, it was obvious that Lin Xi was retreating and unable to support in front of the shadow of boxing in the sky like Mount Tai.

"I don't know if the poor monk's fists satisfy the benefactor..."

Shi Wuyan attacked with all his strength, laughed proudly and said as if to vent: "in order to practice thirteen Taibao horizontal skills, I have practiced my inner Dantian Qi first and then my outer muscles and bones for 34 years."

"Almsgiver, you are young and have such skills. You can't practice hard. It's just chance and talent. But if it's hard to practice, what can you compare with the poor monk..."

"Although you have a divine weapon to protect yourself, it's only a foreign object after all. It's OK to scare ordinary people. In our realm, as long as you have defense, why are you afraid of your Divine weapon······

"On the contrary, your magic weapon has become your biggest flaw, and your flaw is your death today. Instead of taking advantage of others, let the poor monk pass you..."

Shiwu Yanyue fought bravely. One punch was faster than another, and Lin Xi was out of breath. The vent of his words made his thoughts clear and arbitrary. Unconsciously, his skills made another breakthrough. His strength turned round and well. Lin Xi was embarrassed, his arms numb, and he was rushed into his body and tore his meridians, Suffered a severe internal injury.

Under the shadow of the fist, Lin Xi's hands flew over and his sword was as bright as a dragon. He chopped it out one after another, insisted hard and scolded: "bald donkey, your parents haven't taught you. Are you talking too much nonsense..."

The shadow of the fist fell like rain, plus Shi Wuyan's childhood skill. What a terrible skill. It was like a fist like storm in the sky. One fist after another enveloped Lin Xi and wanted to smash him into meat and mud.

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