martial arts mythology system

Chapter 314 Suspicion
"To shut up!"

The mysterious old monk's move is the ultimate move.

The Buddhist sect's secret saber technique of breaking precepts mixed with Buddha's aura and murderous aura rushed towards him. It was originally based on the method of destroying Han Feng's foundation with one move.

It's just that Han Feng's sudden howl made the old monk startled, and he couldn't help but reserve three points of strength to prepare to escape at any time.

Pei Ran's saber aura blasted into the aura of five-color clouds, the rolling rays of the sun couldn't stop the golden saber, the Buddha's aura broke through the realm, and the saber light killed people.

Han Feng didn't intend to kill him immediately, so he tried his best to fight against it.

The [Bafang Zangdao Style] of "Hu Family Sword Art" was a big move that Han Feng liked to use in the early stage, but later on, as more and more unique skills came to him, he stopped using this move often.

Now to use the sharpness of Jinghai Knife to counteract the old monk's saber spirit of breaking precepts, through "Tianxia Buwu Pian", we will combine the eight strengths of Zhouliu and the eight extreme knives of [Bafang Tibetan Knife Style], and turn it into an overwhelming eight-color majestic Knife light.

The sharpness of the divine weapon and the domineering mastery of the martial art... With the blessing of the two, the power of Han Feng's move has surpassed several grades.

The eight-color rainbow light sword qi met the golden ring-breaking sword gang, detonating layer upon layer and bursting.

However, after all, Han Feng's realm was too far behind, and the eight-color saber energy was continuously pushed by the breaking saber gang, and finally collapsed.

Dao Gang's remaining energy hit Han Feng head-on.

Fortunately, Han Feng had already mobilized his hard work, the white robe was torn to pieces by the knife gang, but the hardened body was only a skin trauma.

"Huh? Such a powerful hard work."

The old monk saw that Han Feng had actually blocked his charged blow, and couldn't help admiring, holding a strange black devilish energy in his hand, and was about to strike again.

But at this time, two figures were seen coming from the distance, splashing the waves of the lake.

One is dressed in white with a sword on his back, and his hair is like a waterfall.

One is wearing a platinum cassock, with the Zen charm of Buddha's heart.

It was Nian Qingliang who had finished healing and Chan Yun who heard the voice nearby and rushed over.

"Hmph, Master Han, you escaped with your life."

The old monk raised his hand, and the black demonic energy scattered in all directions, covering the bamboo forest of the surrounding pagodas, presenting a strange hazy black shadow.

He turned around and retreated.

Seeing that the old monk was about to leave, Han Feng really endured his injuries and smiled.

"What the hell are you making trouble with me? Did your Uncle Han come here just to make you beat him?"

Speaking vulgar words, a small flat box seven inches long and three inches thick appeared in Han Feng's hand.

The small seal script on the box is engraved with the words "Blood is bound to be seen when it comes out, and it is ominous when it is empty; if you are in a hurry, you are the king of hidden weapons".

This is the king of hidden weapons - the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle.

After the Battle of Qingsang Mountain and the Battle of Cangjiang Waterway, Han Feng had opened this thing twice from the blue treasure chest, but he never had the chance to try the crisis.

The last time Peacock Ling was able to break through the body-protecting qi of the first-rank powerhouse Wu Quejun, even if the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was not as good, it would be okay to let this guy suffer a little bit.

And as long as he can be injured, it will be much easier to find this Buddhist spy.

These logics were already thought out before Han Feng caught up, otherwise it would be too stupid to rush up and chase people without a brain.

When the mysterious old monk heard Han Feng swearing, he subconsciously turned around and glanced back.

I saw the square boxes in the hands of the handsome man in white clothes stained with blood, grinning at himself.

"Come on, say eggplant~"

The voice fell.

27 streaks of soul-stirring silver streamer pierced the night, and also penetrated the surrounding black mist of devil energy, getting closer to the old monk's eyes.

The dazzling cold light on the top of the silver needle is the chilling and deadly color in the world!

"This is!"

The old monk cried out in surprise, and the pure inner energy of the Buddhist sect immediately surged and turned into a golden Buddha for protecting the body.

However, the old monk underestimated the sharpness of the rainstorm pear blossom needle and its unique property of breaking through the qi.

The golden stellar energy is like casted from gold, it looks extremely hard, but when it is pierced by the rainstorm pear blossom needles, it is like ice cubes met with hot oil, and it melts when touched.

27 silver needles pierced the old monk's body, too fast to blink.

The genuine energy of the pure Buddhist body protection has been broken, and the basic body has been damaged...

The old monk let out a muffled groan, glanced at Nian Qingliang and Zen Yun who had already crossed the lake, turned around and disappeared into the black shadows.

Han Feng stood up straight, and the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Kung Physique transformed into a steady stream of Yin and Yang Qi to heal his injuries. He looked at the place where the mysterious old monk disappeared, and remained silent.

"Han benefactor, how are you doing?"

Chan Yun didn't know the situation, but was attracted by Han Feng's cry for help, and asked questions as soon as he stopped.

Han Feng's white robe was now stained with red blood, and he looked a bit miserable.

Han Feng looked at Nian Qingliang and Chan Yun and waved his hands, indicating that there was nothing serious about him.

"I'm fine, Cheng Xin didn't come with me, is he okay?"

"Han benefactor don't worry, brother monk has also arrived and is accompanying Zen Xin on the other side."

Han Feng nodded after hearing the words, and browsed the rainstorm pear blossom needle case in his hand.

"I used a hidden weapon to injure the person who shot in the dark just now. Now we only need to find out who was injured in such a way to find out the person. I think we should immediately notify the Venerable Dharma and ask him to summon the monks in the temple."

Nian Qingliang added:

"Before the ghost was silenced, he said a word of wisdom. If it wasn't for the three elder teachers, he might be the wisdom teacher. At this time, the relationship is very serious, and we must investigate thoroughly immediately."

Chan Yun didn't know why after listening to Han Feng and Nian Qingliang talking for a while, he roughly understood what was going on, nodded and stepped on the water to the other side of the lake.

"Since that's the case, I'll go and inform Senior Brother Buyan, and ask the Buddha girl to take Master Han to the Venerable Buddha Hall to report to the Venerable Dharma."

Seeing Chan Yun's unknowing journey on the water, Han Feng and Nian Qingliang looked at each other, and immediately walked towards the Buddha Hall.

The lightness skills of both of them were not bad, so they flew in the air and quickly rushed to the central Buddhist hall.

The door of the Buddha Hall is open, and Zen Master Xumi is sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus under the statue of Buddha, sleeping soundly.

Long eyebrows mopping the floor, it looks interesting.

Han Feng didn't care about the etiquette when he entered the room, and said directly:
"Fa Zun, wake up, something serious has happened!"

"Ah, what's the big deal?"

The Dharma Venerable on the golden lotus platform was suddenly awakened by Han Feng, looking extremely sleepy.

Lost for a moment, a golden halo erupted, and the vastness of its Buddhist holy power was hard to fathom.

Nian Qingliang stepped forward and told Zen Master Xumi everything that happened just now.

After listening to the whole thing, Zen Master Xumi didn't pay much attention to it. He still looked very sleepy and asked wearily:

"So, you want me to summon the monks in the temple to find out who was injured by Master Han's hidden weapon, right?"

Nian Qingliang took another step forward, breathing like the swords of Buddhas, and said decisively:

"My lord, don't be joking. Buddhist rebellion appears in the Zen forest. If you don't pick it up, it will have a great negative impact on the next battle with the Buddhist rebels."

Now Han Feng took two steps behind Nian Qingliang and didn't speak...It seems that Zen Master Xumi didn't pay attention to this matter, but seemed to know something.

These martial arts masters like to do some mysterious things, such as Jun Huaixu, in which they have to learn how to preserve themselves.

Zen Master Xumi said with a sigh.

"Since the Buddha girl insists on this, let your mind go smoothly there."

Zen Master Xumi sat on the golden lotus platform, with his right hand spread out, and a small golden bell lingering in the white Buddha light slowly rotated on it.

With the infusion of Zen master Xumi's skill, the golden Buddha bell transmitted a pure and pure bell, which did not increase or decrease due to distance, and resounded through the compassionate meditation forest.

All the monks in the meditation forest heard the bell, whether they were asleep or awake, and gathered in the central Buddhist hall.

Fortunately, the Buddha Hall is big enough, and there are thousands of monks in the Cixin Zen Forest, and the hall does not seem crowded now.

Standing under the lotus seat of Zen Master Xumi, Han Feng watched the monks enter one by one. Soon, Zen Master Wisdom and one of the three elders, Zen Master Zhitong, came hand in hand.

But what surprised Han Feng was... "The Heavenly Son of Heaven" sensed...these two people have the breath of the rainstorm pear blossom needle...

(End of this chapter)