Chapter 1075： beat

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Chu Li frowned and looked at him, his face gloomy, Shen said: "The predecessor's words are too arbitrary, have you practiced the martial arts that is the one? That Zhuanlun Temple does not need to compete with the surrounding martial arts, directly The tibetan runner is spread! "

"You are arrogant." The middle-aged man shook his head: "The tibetan runner scripture is the secret method of the Zhunlun Temple. You can cultivate to the realm of transforming the heaven and god's aura. That is already a very powerful realm. The attainment requires a deep understanding of the Dharma. As far as we know, you don't seem to study the Buddhist scriptures? "

Chu Lidao said: "It's just a coincidence that I practiced to this level step by step, like this time, when I was about to be unable to hold it, the aura of light flashed to understand the essence of the Scriptures of the Scroll of the Scriptures. Reaching the current state, I would not have reached this step without the painful support in the tomb. "

"Oh-?" The middle-aged man seemed to laugh.

Chu Lidao said: "On the strictness of censorship, Secret House is our number one in the season. I am Secret House of Secret House. I don't need to worry about the origin of the issue!"

"People's hearts are changeable." The middle-aged man grinned and said, "You were the secret guard of the Secret Mansion. After entering the Emperor's Tomb, your heart was distressed and it was difficult to say what to do."

Chu Lidandan said: "Doing more things has nothing to do with Zhuanlun Temple. They are Daqiu's martial arts, and there is no threat from the high mountains."

"That's hard to say." The middle-aged man laughed.

Chu Li took a deep look at him. Unfortunately, Dayuan Jingzhi could not be used. Only from his subtle expression, he had a deep alert to himself, as if he didn't really believe in himself and didn't want to let himself enter the Inner Tomb.

Uncertain origin is the deadliest for Nei Ling guards.

When he saw Zhao Xuan's face, he shook his head at him, apparently he felt that what he said was inappropriate, and he shouldn't tell the Jizo Scriptures.

Chu Li smiled slightly, and he said that the Jizo Scroll had its own meaning.

"Since Xiao Hu said so, let's take it easy." The skinny old man caressed a few white beards and groaned: "I'll figure it out, I won't be in a hurry anyway."

Chu was anxious under the centrifugal, but his face was very calm: "Seniors, there is an urgent need for the Word of Heaven."

"The study of the ways of the gods of God is a long process. You are still young and undecided, so don't worry." The middle-aged man smiled.

Chu Lidao said: "I don't know the senior spring and autumn geometry?"

"My husband is a hundred and twenty." The middle-aged man laughed. "As far as I know, you are only forty, right?"

Chu Li smiled helplessly: "I can't see the seniors at this age."

"It's not too late to enter Nei Ling after a hundred years old," the middle-aged man laughed.

Chu Li shook her head and laughed.

Seeing what he meant, he had to wait for sixty years, and his road to the tombs would be blocked.

If you can't enter the inner tomb, you can't go to the temple to see the golden body. If you can't touch the golden body, Tianshenjin even wants to forget it.

"Xiaolu, you don't need to be in a hurry." The middle-aged man laughed arrogantly: "Sixty years have passed with a finger, and you practice well. After a hundred years old, you will be able to enter the Inner Tomb!"

"I don't know if there is any standard for entering the Neiling beyond three days and three nights?" Chu Lidan said indifferently, glanced at every old man: "It can't always be everyone who puts in their own impressions and feels that they are good. Exclude bad impressions, right? "

"Of course there are standards." The middle-aged man laughed. "Beat me, you can enter the Neiling."

Chu Libao boxed and said: "Then you have to ask your predecessors one or two."

"Xiao Hu, don't be afraid to lose!" An old man laughed.

The middle-aged man's face did not change, and he smiled: "Senior Zheng looked down on me too much. I've been studying here for 20 years. If I lose to this little guy again, it will really look shameless."

"Haha, don't you just be afraid to lose and lose face!" The old man laughed.

Everyone seemed to laugh.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "You seniors, lest I not lose face!"

He stood up and left the teacher's chair, came to Chu Lijin and said, "Xiao Lu, let's do it, and see how good you are."

Chu Libao boxing said: "It's still seniors to do it first."

"Okay, look at the palm!" The middle-aged man was no longer polite and pressed with one palm, as fast as electricity.

This is the place where martial arts are suppressed. There is no one in ten. He has such an amazing speed, and it can be seen that it is deeply cultivated.

Chu Li stretched his palm to meet.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Chu Li stood firmly in place, and the middle-aged man did not retreat.

The two palms fit together, as if sticking together, and the internal forces are fixed together.

Everyone looked at it with a smile, and rushed away to show their approbation, daring to compare their internal strength and courage.

After a while, the middle-aged man's face changed, and frowning at Chu Li.

Chu Li smiled relative.

The crowd became more interested, staring at the two.

They have always been bored in Nei Ling, like a pool of standing water.

Obviously, Xiaohu has run into stubble. At the age of 120, he has been in Xiling for 20 years, which is really a shame compared with a little guy in his forties.

After a cup of tea, a trace of white gas blew from the middle-aged man's head.

The white gas was getting stronger and stronger, and after another cup of tea, the white gas was discouraged.

After another cup of tea, the white gas transpired, like boiling water.

Chu Li's face was free, and there was no trace of sweat on his forehead.

"Oh, Xiao Hu, come here." The skinny old man who spoke earlier said with a smile: "The master of martial arts comes first, the strong is the respect. Although you are old, martial arts is not just about age . "

The middle-aged man Shen said, "Zhao, I'm fine!"

"Is that okay?" The skinny old man smiled and said, "I think you're a little bit hot."

"No!" The middle-aged man hummed.

He does not believe that Chu Li's internal strength can surpass himself deeply, but it is only the tibetan scroll, which can only be taken away. It cannot be lasting. How can he be defeated if he cultivates three times as much as the other person?

As time passed, the white gas above his head became more and more intense, his face became purple, and his forehead was sweating.

Chu Li is still calm and calm, his face does not change color, no white gas above his head.

The crowd was full of interest ~ www.novelhall.com ~ It was also wonderful, it was better to be 120 years old than 40 years old. It is not surprising. There are many amazing people in the martial arts, who later came to the top, but mostly based on martial arts. Strike, not fight.

Internal force still relies on the accumulation of kung fu. If you practice for another year, the same mentality, even if your qualifications are worse, will be one point.

Chu Li suddenly spit in the palm of his hand, a bang, and a middle-aged man flew out.

Zhao Xuan fluttered and caught him on the ground.

The middle-aged man landed steadily, his face ugly.

Chu Li hugs his fists: "Assignee, Senior Hu!"

The middle-aged man stared at him and took a deep breath, slowly saying, "It really is amazing!" (To be continued.)

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