Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 949 Who Says Women Are Not as Good as Men (1)

Meng Sansi smiled and said, "I appreciate the kindness of Master Lan. If I insist on going in, what should Master Lan do?"

Lan Yaotang said indifferently: "I must offend my lord."

Meng Sansi worked secretly and was about to move forward when he suddenly heard a voice: "Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, they fall in love with high-rise buildings. In love with high-rise buildings, they forcefully express their sorrows in order to write new words. Now they know all the feelings of sorrow and want to say it." I'm still going. I want to say I'm going to give up, but I say it's a cool autumn. Brother, don't worry about that heartbroken person. Look, Dafu Lingjiu Temple is right in front. I heard that Master Yijing is the best at enlightening people. You and me Go and visit." Following the words, two handsome young masters with swords hanging from their waists appeared on the mountain road, walking towards this end.

Meng Sansi looked back and saw that it was Zhou Feng and Zhu Qiyan, and smiled secretly in his heart.After thinking about it, I thought that the master didn't come, and they came suddenly, there must be some deep meaning, so he smiled slightly and said: "You two are very elegant, do you want to come to play too?"

Zhou Feng glanced at Meng Sansi, and said: "Old man, we don't have such a good mood. My little brother is hurt in his heart, so he came to Dafu Lingjiu Temple to meet the host. Hey, why are you standing still?"

Meng Sansi smiled and said: "Old people are useless, people don't allow it."

Zhou Feng's face turned serious, and he said, "Who won't allow it?"

Meng Sansi said: "Young master's eyes are as bright as lightning, so it's possible that you can't see it."

At this time, Zhou Feng and Zhu Qiyan had come close, and Zhu Qiyan looked sad, as if she had really been abandoned by "wrongdoers".

Zhou Feng's eyes turned, he swept back and forth on the faces of Lan Yaotang and the others, and finally landed on Lan Yaotang, and said, "Who are you? Are you trying to make trouble in the holy land of Buddhism in broad daylight?"

Lan Yaotang frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Your Excellency, who are you?"

Zhou Feng said: "My son's name, is it something that a small person like you can hear? Get out of the way."

Lan Yaotang smiled coldly and said, "Your Excellency, you'd better be more polite, lest you ask for trouble."

Zhou Feng let out a loud laugh and said, "So what if I'm not polite?"

"What? I tell you to break your arms and legs!" With a loud shout, the middle-aged man next to Lan Yaotang dashed out and grabbed Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng stood still, as if frightened, suddenly heard a "pop", the middle-aged man covered his mouth, retreated to his original position, and looked at Zhou Feng in horror.A stream of blood flowed from between the fingers, this slap was really not light.

With Lan Yaotang's eyesight, he didn't see clearly how Zhou Feng made the move. He was shocked in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and said, "Your Excellency has such a clever technique."

Zhou Feng snorted and said, "Since you're afraid, why don't you give way?"

Lan Yaotang said in a deep voice: "Afraid? Not sure!" As soon as the words fell, he jumped up and slapped Zhou Fengping with his palm.This palm implied [-]% of the internal force, and a huge palm wind blew all around.

Zhou Feng stood still just like last time, and seeing that Lan Yaotang's palm was about to hit her, she suddenly cast a cold light, and a strange true energy emanated from her body, and Lan Yaotang's palm was about to hit her. All the power goes away.

Lan Yaotang was taken aback.The power of the palm is gone, this palm fell on Zhou Feng, wouldn't it be a dead end.Without waiting for his moves to get old, the man jumped up and down like a dragon, raised his right hand, held the short-handled golden hammer in his hand, and waved it casually, smashing it at Zhou Feng with ten thousand catties of strength.

A trace of ridicule slipped from the corner of Zhou Feng's mouth, and he pointed out, with a "bang", Lan Yaotang was bounced high, his blood was boiling, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood was almost spurted out.

"You can take this young master's finger, you are considered to have some skills." Zhou Feng said in his mouth, flicked his fingers, and five strong winds shot out, except for the middle-aged man who was slapped. The other five well-dressed middle-aged men all grunted and sat down on the ground.

At this time, Lan Yaotang took out three signal flares from his pocket before landing, and flicked them into the air.Zhou Feng didn't stop him, he pulled Zhu Qiyan, and walked towards the mountain gate side by side. How dare the middle-aged man who had been slapped in a well-dressed suit dodge to the side, while Meng Sansi laughed loudly and walked over.

After Lan Yaotang landed on the ground, his face was full of resentment, and he said in a low voice: "Stinky boy, it's fine if you don't enter the temple, as long as you enter the temple, you will definitely be allowed to enter and never come out."

"What's in and out?" Someone behind him said with a giggle.Lan Yaotang was taken aback, looked back, only had time to see two small beards, and then lost consciousness.

With Zhou Feng and Zhu Qiyan clearing the way, Meng Sansi was happy to be at ease. He didn't know how advanced Zhou Feng's martial arts was, but he had already guessed Zhou Feng's identity.He didn't want to ask his master why he was with the princess of Wala. If the master didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask. This is a must-have element for a loyal servant.A true loyal servant will only relieve his master's worries and problems, not add troubles.

After passing the mountain gate, after a short walk, dozens of figures jumped out of the temple and blocked the avenue.One of them, wearing a long robe, in his early sixties, bald, stared at him like a falcon, and shouted: "Bold, you dare to trespass into the forbidden area. If you want to survive, you will be captured obediently."

Zhu Qiyan, who pretended to be very sad, heard this, suddenly straightened her waist, and said: "Brother, this match is mine, you are not allowed to rob me."

Zhou Feng smiled and said, "You want to teach them a lesson, how could I snatch it from you? Brother, it's up to you."

Zhu Qiyan smiled slightly, and walked forward, stepping lightly, as if she didn't know who was in front of her.

The bald old man took a step forward, raised his palm, and said, "Stop, go forward, and I'll tell you to enter the Palace of the King of Hell."

Zhu Qiyan paused for a while and really stopped, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who are you?"

The bald old man snorted coldly, and said, "Old master Ying Chuya, the master of the second hall of Tianjiu Palace."

Zhu Qiyan asked, "What about them?"

Ying Chuya said: "The thirteen god owls under my seat."

Zhu Qiyan said "Okay", and suddenly slapped out from the air.Ying Chuya snorted, and also slapped out a palm in the air.

With a sound of "bang", Ying Chuya turned around, wondering that a young man in his 20s would have such a skill, Zhu Qiyan had already struck out the second palm.

Ying Chuya was very unconvinced, he mobilized [-]% of his internal energy, and his palms were like lightning. With a "boom", Zhu Qiyan didn't move, but Ying Chuya took two steps back this time.

Ying Chuya was startled and angry, and with a "hoo", Zhu Qiyan's third palm followed immediately.Ying Chuya vowed not to admit defeat, summoned all the strength in his body, let out a loud roar, his right palm instantly turned golden, and a mountain of true strength surged out.

"My lord, be careful, he made a golden handprint." Meng Sansi cried out in surprise.Zhu Qiyan didn't know what a "golden handprint" was, but just to be on the safe side, she strengthened her palm strength a bit.After a bang, a stone tablet not far away suddenly exploded and shattered.

Zhu Qiyan flickered and took a step back, but Ying Chuya spat out a mouthful of blood and took eight steps back in a row.Before Ying Chuya gave an order, the thirteen god owls under him opened their arms and flew up like an owl, with their ten fingers spread out, and the sharp golden fingertips on their fingers shone with a strange light.

Zhu Qiyan frowned, guessing that the fingertips might have been smeared with poison, she let out a long roar, jumped up like lightning, and rushed straight up.The thirteen gods let out a piercing sneer, and their bodies were like ghosts, showing off their unique skills and making moves around Zhu Qiyan.The thirteen god owls had great martial arts skills, and the fingertips on their fingers were coated with a secret system of poison. Under the rapid attack, Zhu Qiyan couldn't find a suitable way to fight for a while.

Originally, she was invulnerable to all poisons, but if she were to be scratched by the fingertips, the poison would enter the body along with the blood, so it was hard to guarantee that nothing would happen. Therefore, she has always been on the defensive and less offensive.Even so, every time she attacks, she can always make five or six god owls panic. If the thirteen god owls hadn't cooperated seamlessly, they would have been defeated by her.

Meng Sansi was in a cold sweat watching it, but Zhou Feng took it easy, as if Zhu Qiyan had won.Ying Chuya looked at it for a while, frowning.He really couldn't think of where Zhu Qiyan came from. His martial arts were so high that he was not inferior to the seven evil gods in the palace.What's more terrible is that "he" is clearly equipped with a sword, but he never draws it out to meet the enemy.Since "he" is carrying a sword, it is definitely not for the sake of looking good, he must be a master of swords, once "he" draws out the sword, what will happen?
When Ying Chuya thought of this question, cold sweat involuntarily flowed down, his face darkened, and he walked slowly towards the field.

Meng Sansi saw him and was about to speak when Zhou Feng shook his hand and said, "Old man, someone doesn't want to live anymore, let him go up."

Ying Chuya couldn't help but pause at his feet, but soon, he snorted coldly, raised his hands, his palms turned golden yellow, and the person shot out through the air like green smoke, and slashed at Zhu Qiyan with his palm.

After some contests, Zhu Qiyan had figured out the attack of the thirteen god owls, and when she was about to counterattack, she suddenly felt a terrifying force coming, and she knew that it was Ying Chuya who joined.

With the sound of "choking", Zhu Qiyan stretched out her hand and pulled out the Chixiao Sword suddenly.The sword light flowed smoothly and scattered in all directions, together with Ying Chuya and the Thirteen Gods, they were all within the envelope of the sword light.With Zhu Qiyan's current martial arts skills, even if the sword in his hand is an ordinary sword, it can still kill the opponent in a cold sweat. What's more, this is a peerless sword, the Chixiao sword among the top ten swords, and an imperial sword. sword.

The Thirteenth God Xiao was terrified, and found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of Jian Guang's pursuit. He had to fight hard, and the fingertip in his hand suddenly shot out.Ten people per person, 130 people with thirteen people, with whistling sound, as fast as an arrow leaving the string.

At the same time, Ying Chuya felt a little regretful about joining, instead of succeeding in the sneak attack, he prompted Zhu Qiyan to draw his sword.Under the stimulation of sword energy, no matter how powerful his golden handprint was, he didn't dare to touch it head-on. He had to mobilize [-]% of his skill, push with both palms, and the huge strength rolled towards Zhu Qiyan.

130 sharp and poisonous fingertips, coupled with Ying Chuya's all-powerful move, was simply a shocking blow.

With a loud "boom", 130 fingertips were instantly crushed by the sword energy, and the true power of Ying Chuya was dissipated by a magical force in an instant.Suddenly, Meng Sansi felt a strong force approaching him, and he almost couldn't stand still, but Zhou Feng was as steady as a rock, and he didn't even lift the hem of his clothes.

(End of this chapter)