Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 52 This is the Jianghu

(I got off work late, even later, please forgive me, weekends must be normal, please recommend tickets for support, new book friends collect.)

Jiuligang, Hu Mansion.

The cold and evil spirit dissipated, and the peaceful Buddha light also disappeared, but the air was no longer the coldness of winter nights, but a warm wind was blowing, making one's mind clear, as if to forget all worldly distractions.

Shaolin Inheritance!One hundred and eight stunts!

This is a bit shocking. More than [-] years ago, Buddhism was first established, and Shaolin opened a temple. It was only [-] unique skills. After a thousand years, it was thirty-six, and another thousand years, forty-nine. Today, more than five thousand and four hundred years have passed. Already have a full number of one hundred and eight.

The one hundred and eight unique skills of Shaolin shocked the world, Buddhism spread its branches and leaves, and spread to all countries in the world. Martial arts have reached a peak up to now, and those who can be included in the list of one hundred and eight unique skills of Shaolin are at least First-class martial arts, many of which are top-notch martial arts, point directly to the Dao of Yuanshen, and even step into the supreme realm of destiny.

"Is this the demon clan?"

At this time, several Jianghu travelers saw, in the gully of the palm print, a middle-aged man with twisted muscles, glaring eyes, and a bunt. If it wasn't for the cold and evil spirit, he looked no different from ordinary humans. The only difference is that he coughed up blood, the blood was dark black, with a gray-blue chill.

"Shaolin's little bald donkey, bamboo stick, straw shoes, wine gourd, powerful Vajra palm, what a drunken monk Mingjue! I hid you for three hundred miles, but I was caught up."

The middle-aged man of the monster race gritted his teeth, and soon showed a ferocious smile. He coughed up blood and was seriously injured, but he didn't care, and said: "All the sages of my monster race will return, bald donkeys of Shaolin, you will become The first object to be cleaned, the Buddhism in this world, deserves to die!"

The young monk was a little drunk, but he didn't take it seriously, instead his eyes lit up, and he muttered: "The old monk won't let the young monk drink, the Buddha doesn't want to eat, doesn't he want to take a bath? Why don't you drink with the young monk as well?"

A strangeness flashed in Su Qinian's eyes, this young Shaolin monk is really courageous, even the Buddha dared to joke that with such an apprentice, this master might not have a safe life.

The old man of the Hu family didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As for the quacks, they also had strange expressions and were constantly slandering. Are these Shaolin disciples?

Seemingly aware that the atmosphere was not right, the little monk coughed dryly twice, and when his eyes were fixed, there was a bit of dignity in the treasure, such as Su Qinian, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

"A demon soldier is not ashamed to say anything, so go to the Buddha's treasure gourd to repent."

The little monk scolded, he took off the bright yellow wine gourd with one hand, pointed at the mouth of the gourd, the expression of the monster man suddenly changed, but then, an irresistible, invincible force imprisoned him completely .

Su Qinian showed surprise, the scene in front of him was somewhat beyond his imagination, this monster man seemed to be pulled and suspended by an invisible force, and he could see his twisted and ferocious face struggling hard.

puff!

The clothes were torn, and in an instant, the figure of the monster man began to change. His arms turned into slender fins like fish, and his legs were closed together, forming a long black fish tail, covered with black and shiny scales, like molten iron. cast.

"A fish turned into a demon?"

Mao Jiu's eyes were rounded, and the eyes of the quacks were also wide open. For small people like them, they had never seen even monsters a few times, let alone real monsters.

"It's not a fish! It's the Kunyu family of the monster clan!"

The black-robed young man said in a deep voice, his eyes flickered, so it was so, no wonder this monster possessed such a cold true energy.

"This race seems to be mentioned in the "Demon Scripture," Su Qinian also frowned, and his mental power was running. The forty-nine volumes of "Demon Scripture" he had read in the past were vividly remembered. "The Kunyu clan is The descendants of the demon emperor Kunpeng have produced many powerful demon kings for more than five thousand years, and they can barely be regarded as the top demon clan."

Thinking of this, Su Qinian was a little surprised. The Kunyu clan has produced a large number of powerful people in the past, and the clan is rare. Once they become adults, even if they don't have internal skills, they can even align with the world on their own, open up the dantian, and breed the true energy of the inner family. But this monster In his opinion, there are some misnomers.

Looking at the little monk again, Su Qinian has some guesses again, probably not because the Kunyu Clan monster soldiers are not strong, but because they have been injured before, so they need to use the so-called yin energy of the Hu family boy to repair the wound Body, and use this to make another breakthrough, make great progress, and make further progress.

From this point of view, he took advantage, otherwise, in the heyday of this monster, even if he understood the true meaning of Xunyang, he might not be able to make meritorious deeds in one blow.

A kun fish can be one foot to five feet long. Its long beard looks like two steel whips. It has a deep mouth with sharp teeth, but now it is a bit embarrassed, with dark black blood gurgling from its mouth.

"receive!"

The little monk reprimanded it more lightly, and the kun fish became smaller and smaller, and in a moment it was only the size of a palm, and after half a breath, it was only the size of a peanut, and it was about to be swallowed by the wine gourd.

"Drinking in the dark wind, the soul is free and unrestrained. Kunyu is really the most carefree! How about the little monk let me?"

There was no sign, but there was a sound, and at the same time, a dark purple sword light was bright, like a swimming snake, flickering in the void, and the peanut-sized kun fish was pierced and disappeared immediately.

"The little monk snatches food from his mouth, and the Buddha will rescue your grandma!"

The little monk Mingjue glanced at the empty wine gourd, and became furious. His blushing disappeared in an instant, and his eyes opened, like an inextinguishable green lamp lit on a spiritual mountain. The monk disappeared.

Rumble!

There seemed to be thunder and rolling, flying sand and rocks, and the whole Hu Mansion seemed to be caught in the center of the storm. Su Qinian stood on his heels and released his mental power, but quickly retracted to a distance of three feet around his body, because at this moment there were two balls of hot blood outside, It seemed that two boiling furnaces were shaking in the void, the scorching heat could almost melt gold into iron, even if his mental power stepped into the second level of "Ecstasy Dafa", which was more condensed than before, he still couldn't get close.

Can only rely on eyesight!

Gathering his spiritual power into his eyes, Su Qinian managed to see through the wind and sand in front of him, and saw on the roof not far away, the little monk's moon-white monk's robe was lightly fluttering, and his treasured appearance was solemn under the moonlight. Faint golden glow.

At this moment, he raised his palm, his knuckles became crystal clear, he held the sky with his palm, as if the world was in his hand, his palm seemed to be a whirlpool, the surrounding air collapsed into it at a high speed, and then he palmed forward Press.

The moonlight, the roof, and the palm of the little monk seem to engulf the whole world and fall down. Su Qinian's heart is agitated when he sees such power. Although Su Qinian still felt insignificant in the pinnacle battle in the world, he was able to see clearly the reality and the shock penetrated his soul even more.

At this time, on the ridge opposite the little monk, a scholar with soft brows and eyes, withered and yellow complexion, and looking sick was sitting astride. He held a dark purple four-foot long sword in one hand, and a purple-black sword in the other. The gourd, he flicked his thumb, the mouth of the gourd opened, and the kun fish fell into it. He shook his head twice, his face was full of joy, and he shook his head and said: "The little monk wants to thank me. I keep the rules and precepts in my heart, and the sin of drinking and eating meat is not as good as that." I alone bear the burden of poverty.”

groan!

As he said that, the long sword in the scholar's hand trembled, and the sword struck the sky like thunder. The light of the sword was like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, illuminating the prosperity of the world in an instant.

There was a loud noise, accompanied by a burst of blazing light, Su Qinian could no longer see it, only felt the collision of two terrifying true qi, the sharpness of swords intertwined, bursts of Sanskrit singing, and the shadow of King Kong and Buddha looming.

When the wind and sand settled, the two figures were no longer seen, only the sound of thunder rolling in the distance from time to time, and even further away, there were no traces of them anymore.

The whole of Jiuligang was disturbed. The villagers carefully opened the corner of the window, and some urchins rushed to peek out. The figure leaping in mid-air is like himself.

Hu Fu.

Mao Jiu and his gangsters left quickly, and they were so ashamed that they looked at each other before leaving, and decided to rot all the experiences of today in their stomachs, and no one would say anything about it.

The young man in black robe returned to his aloofness, but before leaving, he took a deep look at Su Qinian, hesitated to speak, and finally chose to leave alone. (I got off work late, even later, please forgive me, weekends must be normal, please recommend tickets for support, new book friends collect.)

(End of this chapter)