The strongest villain in martial arts

Chapter 75 A member of the Free and Unfettered Sect?
"Haha! The benefactor is joking. I'm just an ordinary monk who sweeps the floor in this Sutra Pavilion. I don't know any martial arts." The sweeping monk laughed.

"Oh! Then how did the master manage to appear behind me silently?" Shen Ao asked.

"Amitabha! The old monk had already come behind the benefactor early in the morning, but the benefactor was obsessed with Buddhist scriptures and didn't find it." said the sweeping monk.

"It's early in the morning! So this old man's skill is higher than I thought! Interesting, it seems that I played some games today." Shen Ao said in surprise.

"brush!"

A beam of sword energy flew towards the sweeping monk, but the sweeping monk had no intention of avoiding it.

"Senior, be careful!" Xuan Ci shouted.

"call!"

The sword energy did not hit the sweeping monk as everyone thought, but stopped three feet away from the sweeping monk, and then melted into the air.

"Three feet of air wall!" Shen Ao said heartily.

"What a strong inner force!"

This is the voice of everyone present except the sweeping monk.

"Benefactor, what can't be said well, why do you need to do it?" The sweeping monk said lightly.

"Master, I have two purposes for coming here today. One is to compete with you, and I'm dealing with those two people above." Shen Ao ignored Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and stated his purpose directly and aboveboard.

"Amitabha! It seems that if the old monk doesn't learn from the benefactor today, it will be difficult to be kind." The sweeping monk sighed.

"Senior, this..."

"Xuanci, don't worry, I'm just exchanging ideas with senior, and won't hurt anyone." Shen Ao said.

"Abbot, step back first." The sweeping monk said to Xuanci.

"Okay." Xuanci had no choice but to agree.

"Benefactor, the Sutra Pavilion is full of scriptures. These are treasures of Shaolin. Please come outside the pavilion with me." The sweeping monk said.

"Okay!" Shen Ao readily agreed.

……

In the open space in front of the Sutra Pavilion, the sweeping monk stood with his hands behind his back, looking solemnly at the young man across from him.

Shen Ao, on the other hand, held the Shuihan sword, staring at the opponent in front of him with fiery eyes.

"Finally able to fight against the so-called Tianlong No.1." Shen Ao said heartily.

"Hoohoo!"

Two footsteps sounded, and Shen Ao found that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo also got out of the scripture storage pavilion and hid in the night.

"Don't worry about the benefactors, they don't dare to do anything!" said the sweeping monk.

"Okay! Master, I have a weapon, but Master is unarmed, so please teach me first." Shen Ao said.

"Don't be polite, you are majoring in swordsmanship. If you don't have a sword, what's the point of fighting, not to mention that I'm older than you, so you should make the first move!" The sweeping monk said with a smile.

"Since this is the case, then I will not be humble, master! Look at the sword!"

"brush!"

A sword qi tentatively flew towards the sweeping monk.

"call!"

Although this sword energy was more than twice as strong as that of the Sutra Pavilion, it still dissipated when it was about to touch the robe of the sweeping monk.

"Damn it!" Shen Ao cursed secretly.

"Benefactor, although it's just a competition, but the benefactor also has to show some real skills to compete with the poor monk." The sweeping monk said.

Shen Ao's swordsmanship can be said to be one of the best among the people he has seen in his life, which also inspired his fighting spirit.

"Master! Offended!" Shen Ao shouted at the sweeping monk.

"Across all directions!"

"Swipe!"

The eight sword qi flew towards the sweeping monk one after another, and every time the sword qi came, there was a cold air.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this moment, the sweeping monk saw these sword qis and was no longer calm. He immediately raised his palms and slapped the eight sword qis.

"What a powerful swordsmanship!"

Everyone present shouted in their hearts.

"Master, give me another move, Flying Immortal!"

Shen Ao jumped up high, and then his sword pointed downwards, his body spun rapidly, stabbing at the floor sweeping monk from above like a spinning top.

"See how you pick it up!"

This move was originally imitating the hundred-step flying sword to stab the opponent from top to bottom, but with the strength of the sweeping monk, Shen Ao felt that he had at least a [-]% chance of receiving this move, so he had an idea and changed it to a straight thrust. Rotate so he can't catch it with his hands.

"What a clever boy!" The sweeping monk also saw Shen Ao's intentions, and couldn't help praising him secretly.

At this time, the floor sweeping monk didn't dare to be vague, and with sufficient skill, he slapped Shen Ao above him a few times, slowing down his falling speed, and then used lightness kung fu to avoid the fatal blow.

"Master has great palm strength, admiration!" Shen Ao praised.

When he was in the air just now, the sweeping monk's palm technique made Shen Ao feel as if someone was pushing him up.

"Where, where, the donor's swordsmanship is astonishing in the past, and the old monk has never seen such a superb swordsmanship before." The sweeping monk praised.

The two of you came and I fought back and forth, and more than 100 moves passed in a blink of an eye.

"Master, take my last move!" Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Shen Ao slapped the sweeping monk with his palm.

Facing this menacing palm, the sweeping monk first frowned slightly, and then he was shocked, and he slapped Shen Ao with the same palm.

"Beiming Divine Art, get up!"

Shen Ao's body quickly circulated the Beiming Divine Art, and suddenly a strong suction came out from Shen Ao's palm.

"Huh? What's going on? My Beiming Divine Art has failed!" Shen Ao found that he didn't have the ability to absorb the sweeping monk.

After the two of them withdrew their palms, Shen Ao was still immersed in the shock of Beiming's magical power failure, but at this moment the sweeping monk came over, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said: "Benefactor, please take a step to speak!"

……

In an ordinary meditation room.

Shen Ao was sitting on an old chair, and the sweeping monk was standing in front of him.

"Master, what do you want to say to me?" Shen Ao asked.

"What's your name, benefactor?" asked the sweeping monk.

"My name is Shen Ao."

"Shen Ao? Then I'll call you Xiao Ao." The sweeping monk laughed.

"Master, this..."

"Xiao Ao! Do you want to know why your Beiming magic skill is useless to me?" said the sweeping monk.

"I think... No, how do you know Beiming Divine Art?!" Shen Ao exclaimed.

"Not only do I know Beiming Divine Art, I also know that you also have Xiaoyao School's unique lightness art Lingbo Weibu and Xiao Wuxiang Art in you." The sweeping monk laughed.

"You... who the hell are you, how do you know so much?"

"Who do you think I look like?" asked the sweeping monk.

"Like your uncle! You're so old, even if I knew you, I wouldn't be able to tell!" Shen Ao cursed inwardly.

"Are you Xiaoyaozi?" Shen Ao asked.

"You still know Xiaoyaozi. It seems that your identity is not simple. Tell me, whose disciple are you?" asked the sweeping monk.

"I don't have a master. I learned all these free and easy martial arts from my wife." Shen Ao said.

Shen Ao felt that it was better not to talk about Langhuan's blessed land.

"Your wife? Who is your wife?"

"Li Qiushui's daughter Li Qingluo." Shen Ao said.

"Is Li Qiushui? Is Li Qiushui okay?" asked the sweeping monk.

"It seems that this old man used to be a member of the Happy School." Shen Ao said heartily.

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