Luan Ling Qixia

Unexpectedly, the three of them succeeded in one attack, they were all overjoyed, they only heard a "click", the wooden bench that Master Nian'a was sitting on broke into several pieces, his body slid back a few feet, and stood up.The latter's eyes seemed to be closed at first, but at this moment his eyelids suddenly rolled up, his eyes shone brightly, and two cold lights shone directly on Sanyou's face.Although the three friends are all experienced martial arts masters, they were all intimidated by the threat of this sight, their hearts felt terrified, and they each stepped back a few steps, using their internal energy to be fully on guard, lest this old monk violently attack and hurt others .

I saw the murderous intent flashed in Master Nian'a's eyes, and then slowly closed his eyes.His face was originally rosy, but suddenly it gradually turned white, and after only half a bag of cigarettes, his face turned white and crystal clear, like fat jade, and the faintly visible blue meridian became more and more clear, like a fine spider web The cheeks are covered like a cloud, and the white air is steaming on the top of the head, which is really not a human scene.The masters present have experienced countless storms and waves in their lives, but they have never seen such a strange thing, everyone was shocked, even Sui Han's three friends were dumbfounded, and did not step forward to make a move for a while.

After a while, the blood on Master Nian'a's face gradually returned, and his complexion gradually turned normal.He only heard a slight rumbling in his stomach, and suddenly opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, slowly opened his eyes and said: "The three elders are well-known in the martial arts, and they really deserve their reputation." The voice was calm and peaceful, and there was no sign of serious injury.Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but gasp, thinking that the chest and abdomen were hit by the three friends of Suihan, how can the flesh and blood survive?The old monk was thin and small, he may not have weighed eighty catties of flesh, not only did he not die, he never suffered any serious injuries, he just vomited blood a little.Songyun thought that when Luo Zhongyuan hit him with a Hunyuan palm, he had been lying in bed for several months, not to mention that his skill was not perfected 30 years ago, and he thought that his palm strength was far inferior to today's three friends. God descends to earth?

Sui Han's three friends saw that the old monk didn't dodge or evade at all, and he didn't fight back, but actually received his own palm. After all, the three of them are masters of martial arts, and they really wanted to kill each other with one blow, so they didn't have the face at this time. Go forward and make a move.Seeing that Master Nian'a was fine, the three friends couldn't help but looked at each other, each feeling fearful.After a while, Chen Yusong shook his head and sighed: "At first, I didn't believe that the master could kill the head of Yan Ji with three moves. Today, I have nothing to say when I see the magic skill."

Master Nian'a said: "What magical powers can one talk about with the exhausted body of Zhong Ming? If it hadn't been for Elder Mei's mercy just now, I might not be able to stand at this moment." Mei Qian's face changed when he heard the words. I slapped Venerable Nian'a's palm, but was injured by the internal force of the opponent and vomited blood. I still have lingering fear in my heart, that palm did not use all my strength just now.Hearing the words, he regretted a lot, and said to himself: "If I had known this, I should have used ten success powers to teach the old monk some hardships." Then he thought again: "This monk said so, how do you know that he is not up to some tricks? Better be careful."

Songyun's face was solemn, and he said slowly: "The Venerable Master's outstanding achievements are unheard of, and his poor way is unheard of. With the grand master's attitude, I believe that he will never harm my uncle Xibi after the martial arts competition. Under the sword spirit of the Master, this duel was dignified, and our faction has nothing to say. It's just that my master and uncle died because of the Master. Even though I know that my martial arts are not good enough, I still want to fight against the master. Let's make a decision. Let's wait for the Zhongyuan Dharma Conference next month, and the poor Taoist will arrange everything. On August [-]th, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be full. I will meet the Venerable Master at Ge Xianfeng and have a duel. I don't know how respectful it is. ?”

Everyone at the scene changed their colors when they heard the words, Jing Lanzhou said in shock: "The Daoist leader can't do it!" He knew that although Songyun's martial arts were high, he was not the enemy of Master Nian, and this martial arts competition would inevitably repeat Yan Ji's mistakes.But Song Yun had another thought in his mind. He saw Chen and Li return to Wuwei Palace today, and he also heard about the cause of the death of the two uncles. , but they all injured their lives under the opponent's sword energy. As the former head teacher of the Zhengyi School and close relatives of the two celestial masters, he knew that his martial arts were no match for the Japanese monk in front of him, and this battle was inevitable.Although the truth of Zhang Yuqing's chest injury is still unclear, but since his uncle was injured by Master Nian'a, he would inevitably die, and the instigator was still this monk, so he was invited to compete in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but he had to help Xian Qing to make it happen before the Junshan Puja.

Master Nian'a pondered for a while, and said: "The Taoist priest is an expert in martial arts, and I feel very honored to be taught. It's just that the poor monk has always tried his best in martial arts competitions in his life, so he missed and injured Master Xibi back then. I regret it; if I hurt your body again, I really can't bear it." Song Yun laughed and said: "My generation is addicted to martial arts, and I often spend my whole life not being able to see the supreme state of the Master. The so-called I heard the Tao in the morning, and I will die in the evening. If I can fulfill this great wish, why should I take this body as a memory?" Master Nian'a nodded and said: "What the Taoist priest said is very true, the old monk is vulgar."

Luo Yingyuan suddenly said: "Both of you, just listen to what Luo said. It is really a grand event in the martial arts world for two such masters to compete in martial arts, and it should not be done rashly. My father often mentions the Taoist priest to me and other younger generations. I really want to meet each other to express my old friend's affection; besides, the Mid-Autumn Festival is only a good time to reunite with each other, and it is not a time to compete with swords. A few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival is Mr. Si Guo's [-]th birthday. Let's go to congratulate each other, and invite the Venerable Master to come here with his jade toes, so as to make a meeting of Heng Jia. If the two of you want to compete in martial arts at that time, it will be a feast for the eyes of us and the rest of us, why bother to be good at it?" He also knew Song Song Yun and Master Nian'a exchanged hand gestures, and they would be defeated, but Songyun asked for a fight in this competition, and others could not forcefully stop him, so suddenly he had a plan, and asked the two to go to Zhucuo Villa in the name of celebrating his birthday. He thought that if the contest could be postponed until then, with the presence of his father and Mr. Si Guo, Song Yun's life could always be saved.

Master Nian'a was silent when he heard the words, and then sighed: "I was fortunate to be taught by Gu Daxia in my early years. It has been forty years in a flash. I have been longing to listen to him for a long time. I just know that the boss will not succeed, so I dare not make any mistakes. Honorable eyes; if you are allowed to go to congratulate your eyebrows, it will be a long-cherished wish." Luo Yingyuan smiled to Jing Lanzhou: "Luo sent these two invitations for Guizhuang without Uncle Gu's permission. Isn't it strange, brother?" Jing Lan Zhou hurriedly said: "When the distinguished guests come, our house is naturally full of brilliance. This is a great joy."

Songyun asked Luo Yingyuan, "Will the old man also go to the villa at that time?" Luo Yingyuan smiled and said, "Gu Shishu's [-]th birthday, how can the family not come?" Songyun pondered for a while, and said, "Okay! My kindness is as heavy as a mountain. If the poor Taoist has to pay homage to the lotus face to face, it will also settle a long-term concern. The poor Taoist, please be bold enough to meet with the Master there, and after you and I have finished wishing the master a boundless life, we can let go and fight. "