Phaseless evolution

Chapter 82: The Two Elder Xuanming!
The four foreign monks may have just come to the Central Plains not long ago, they have never heard of the name of the Demon Buddha, and they did not jump off the boat decisively like the four military officers, but looked at Qin Changfeng as if facing a big enemy and shouted fiercely: " Don't care about your devils, Buddhas, ghosts and monks, leave quickly and don't meddle in your own business, or I will really ask you to see the Buddha!"

These four people seemed to be bargaining with Qin Changfeng again, but they had already exchanged winks before speaking, and before Qin Changfeng could answer, the four of them swooped and raised their palms at the same time.Qin Changfeng leaned on his Zen staff and remained motionless, allowing the eight palms of the four people to slap his body at the same time, only to hear an appropriate sound, like the faint sound of an ancient bell, the powerful palm force lifted his cloak away, blowing him covered in monk robes There was a noise, but other than that... His face was calm and indifferent, his feet stood on the deck, as if they had grown on it, motionless!
"This..." The eyeballs of the four monks almost fell out of shock. It was as if they had seen a ghost. They never imagined that the four of them would attack with all their strength, and this would be the result.

At this time, Qin Changfeng, who looks like a white-faced holy monk, smiled slightly, just like the Buddha when he held up a flower and smiled, but the difference was that what he was pinching was not a flower, but a Zen staff. When he lifted his left hand, the cast iron Zen staff was smashed out like a dragon. Bang bang... Four times, all the necks of the four monks were broken in an instant, and they were bent at a strange angle and folded to one side.

Although these four fan monks can be regarded as good players, they are only relatively speaking, and there is one unlucky ghost who was paralyzed by the counterattack of the thunderthorn halo, so they are not Qin Changfeng's all-in-one enemy at all.

After finishing all the enemies, Qin Changfeng looked back, and saw a big bearded man coming out of the cabin dripping with blood, holding the boy in his left hand, and said with tears in his eyes, "My little lord...the little lord was shot to death by them." , I have a heavy trust, I really deserve to die..."

He was already wounded, and the two feathered arrows on his shoulders and back were not pulled out, and the arrows were poisonous. He had just finished speaking, and fell down on the cabin board with a burp.

At the same time, the little girl threw herself on a male corpse in the cabin, crying, "Daddy, Daddy!" Looking at the attire of the corpse, it was obvious that the boatman was operating the boat.

The little girl didn't need to guess, she knew it was Zhou Zhiruo.

It's just... where did Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji who were supposed to appear here go?
Just as Qin Changfeng raised his head to look for it, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air from the side and rear, and at the same time, a familiar wind of cold palms came fiercely.

Qin Changfeng's expression changed, and he ran two steps forward without thinking, only to avoid the sudden sneak attack.

Then when I looked back, I saw a tall and thin old man about 60 years old pounced from a small boat approaching at some point, and it was he who hit the palm just now.

Qin Changfeng looked at the old man who was already standing opposite him again. Wasn't it the deer stick guest who had been chasing him for half a year?

Looking at the other party's dusty appearance, Qin Changfeng sighed: "Luzhangke, people in the Jianghu, you sneak up on me, and I sneak up on you. It's normal. Is it necessary for you to chase after me like this?"

Lu Zhangke also replied helplessly: "If you don't go anywhere, you will kill officers and soldiers, which will make the court furious, and the Ruyang Palace even issued a must-kill order for you. I really don't want to chase you anymore. Loach."

Qin Changfeng said speechlessly: "I'm going to jump into the river, are you still going after me?"

Lu Zhangke sneered when he heard the words, and suddenly slapped forward with his palm. The Xuanming Divine Palm is not only fierce, but also has an extremely difficult cold inner strength. Qin Changfeng didn't want to resist, and habitually moved to the side A dodge dodged the past.

But at this moment, Qin Changfeng heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a gray-haired old man flying from the stern of the boat, holding two pens with sharp tips like The crane's beak is shining with crystal light, without even thinking about it, it must be He Biweng, Lu Zhangke's junior brother.

The Crane Biweng also seemed to know from Lu Zhangke that Qin Changfeng's defense is strong, and it is difficult to cause fatal damage to him in a frontal attack, so after turning his eyes, he suddenly slapped the little girl Zhou Zhiruo, and his eyes were even more provocative. He looked at Qin Changfeng intently.

The meaning is self-evident, aren't you a holy monk, this little girl is about to die in front of you, can you save her?
If you don't save her, Zhou Zhiruo will definitely die after being hit by Xuanming God's palm!
If he is saved, he himself will definitely not die, but injuries are inevitable.

There was only a moment to make a decision, and at this moment, Qin Changfeng saw Zhou Zhiruo's terrified little face, even though he thought his heart was as hard as a stone, he couldn't help but feel a little worried for no reason.

At the same time, after seeing a white-haired and white-bearded childlike old man flying over suddenly from the corner of his eyes, he immediately made a decision, rushed forward, and hugged the little girl into his arms.

Seeing this, He Biweng and Lu Zhangke, who was closely behind Qin Changfeng, flipped their palms without hesitation, and they hit Qin Changfeng's left and right waists with their backs facing them. When he wanted to slap the third palm to kill him with one blow, he saw Qin Changfeng launch a cool-down phase charge, rush directly over Lu Zhangke, carry the little girl to the stern of the boat, and pull away from them again distance.

At the same time, a figure in a Taoist robe passed by him, slapped He Biweng on the back with a palm, and sent him flying forward, then stood beside Qin Changfeng with his whisk in hand.

Qin Changfeng had long recognized that this old Taoist with a childlike face and hefa hair was Zhang Sanfeng who had met once in Wudang Mountain, and knowing that he was safe at this time, he smiled at the two elders Xuanming: "It seems that the life of the poor monk should not be terminated. If Master Zhang is here, even if your master comes, it will be of no use."

"It's your fate this time, let's not change Qingshan..." He Biweng had already been wounded, and Xuan Ming and his elders knew that they were not Zhang Sanfeng's opponents, so they didn't want to fight any more.

"Green waters flow forever, and there will be a period later!" Qin Changfeng said the latter half of the sentence with a chuckle, and at the same time sneered in his heart: Even if you want to let me go, I still don't want to let you go!
The two elders, Xuanming and Ming, stopped arguing with each other, and retreated resolutely after a cold snort, jumped onto their own boat, and let the boatman leave quickly.

Firstly, Zhang Sanfeng didn't recognize these two as the murderers who had injured Zhang Wuji, and secondly, he was worried about the ship full of wounded, so he didn't chase them.

After Qin Changfeng put down the little girl, he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a puff, he spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood with broken ice.

Zhang Sanfeng quickly took out the elixir, fed it into his mouth, and used Wudang Jiuyang internal energy to slightly help him recuperate.

After a while, Qin Changfeng felt that the yin and cold internal force in his body had been suppressed, so he pointed to the unconscious Chang Yuchun and said to Zhang Sanfeng: "Thank you, Master Zhang, the poor monk is fine, please go and have a look at that place first. man."

Chang Yuchun was the same as in the original work, mainly due to internal injuries from the two palms of the foreign monk, but he was not in danger of life for the time being. After being treated by Zhang Sanfeng, he soon regained consciousness.

Then everyone transferred to the big boat that Qin Changfeng was on before, and asked the boatman to row upstream, stay away from here first, and then send them to the shore.

"Uncle Master, your cold poison is getting worse, let's go back to Shaolin." The Shaolin Hui disciple who was ordered by the abbot to go down the mountain to find Qin Changfeng a year ago and followed him every step of the way began to worry again. On the way, he was really worried, for fear that something might happen to the little master uncle, and he would not be able to explain it when he returned to the temple.

"Hey, I won't embarrass you anymore." Qin Changfeng sighed suddenly.

"What Master Uncle said is true?" The bitter and bitter young monk was overjoyed immediately, thinking that he had finally invited this Buddha back.

However, the next moment Qin Changfeng slapped him directly on the back of the head, knocking him out, and said to Zhang Sanfeng: "After the boat docks, please ask Daoist Zhang to take care of my grandson for a while, until he wakes up."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's easy to say, but the cold poison in the holy monk's body is not trivial, and he needs to return to Shaolin as soon as possible, and ask the eminent monk who has practiced Shaolin Jiuyang Kungfu to help get rid of it, otherwise it will be impossible to cure it after a long time." .”

It is also possible for him to use Wudang Jiuyang Kungfu to help Qin Changfeng get rid of it, but he is afraid that he will get a glimpse of the secrets of Shaolin's internal skills. However, the origin of Shaolin and Wudang martial arts is even more entangled, causing a lot of right and wrong for nothing.

Originally, only those Han people whom Qin Changfeng had helped would call the title of holy monk, but Zhang Sanfeng also called it casually at this time, and Qin Changfeng immediately felt a little embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)