Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 72 Xiao Li Fei Dao, a true example

"Snapped!"

Three palms were slapped like lightning, and there were three loud bangs in a row, and eighteen people retreated back in succession.

"You also give me a palm!"

The breath of the whole body burst out completely, and spread unscrupulously. Within a radius of several hundred meters, it seemed to be enveloped by Zhao Wen's breath, and even the ubiquitous energy particles froze at this moment.

Zhao Wen didn't use the Tianshan Liuyang Palm, but just an ordinary palm. With changing footsteps, he continuously slapped fourteen palms.

Every palm can bring back decades of internal strength from the Arhat formation!

Every time a palm collides, the cells in the whole body will tremble slightly, and the internal force that has just entered the meridian is completely absorbed by the body in an instant.

"He can absorb people's internal energy, don't touch it head-on!" The six Arhat monks who met Zhao Wen for the first time adjusted their breath and shouted.

"late!"

The body absorbed nutrients crazily in this fierce collision, and even the true energy in Zhao Wen's dantian began to disappear drop by drop.

The energy in the cells flows to the blood, bones, and internal organs, and then flows from the blood, bones, and internal organs to the cells. The internal and external balance of the body is today.

Zhao Wenjue stepped forward, slapping palms one after another, completely suppressing the formation of one hundred and eight arhats.

Outside the formation, Xinhu, who was facing Lin Xian'er's palm, had already fallen limply on the ground. Looking back at Zhao Wen, who was criss-crossing the Arhat formation, Lin Xian'er's face showed regret.

If she knew that Zhao Wen was able to suppress the one hundred and eight arhat formation, she would never have escaped from the formation just now.

But now, it's too late!

With Zhao Wen's strength, he would definitely not forgive himself for his betrayal.

He stared bitterly at Xinhu, who had already absorbed all his energy, if it wasn't for the old monk meddling in other people's business, and the arhat formation was too terrifying, how could he have abandoned the young master in timidity just now.

With one foot down, he stepped heavily on Xinhu's head, only to hear a "pop", and then he flew up at the fastest speed and drifted away into the distance.

With a skill that can absorb people's internal energy, even without a son, she can become a top master in the arena.

A group of martial arts people who were watching the excitement in the distance saw that both Lin Xian'er and Zhao Wen were able to absorb people's internal energy, and their faces were full of envy, but they did not hesitate to move at the fastest speed. leave.

The abbot of Shaolin is dead, and the formation of Arhats seems to be broken. If they continue to stay, if they are silenced, it will be a tragedy.

The most important thing in the chaos is to have eyesight, and now, this excitement is definitely not suitable for watching.

Zhao Wen, who was still in the Arhat formation, completely ignored Lin Xian'er who had drifted away, and just kept slapping out palm after palm.

When the last group of Arhat monks fell to the ground, Zhao Wen's body trembled slightly, and a mysterious place in his mind exploded with a "coax".

All the true qi in the dantian and all the nutrients in the cells were instantly sucked into this newly opened place, and then flowed out in a blink of an eye.

, a faint black smoke came out from the pores, and was blown away by the wind in a blink of an eye.

Regardless of the true qi in the dantian or the energy in the cells, half of it seemed to disappear at this moment!
A sense of ease, thoroughness and even agility erupted from Zhao Wen's whole body.

Turning his head and looking around, energy particles are scattered in the air, and even the grass seems to exude the charm of life.

Originally, Zhao Wen's breath could only cover a few meters around, but now, everything within a hundred meters around, even without eyes, can clearly appear in his mind.

There was a bloody smell mixed with screams, and when he recovered his senses and looked around, almost a hundred people with different auras appeared from all around, and after coming over, they drew out their knives and slashed at the Arhat monk on the ground.

The middle-aged Jin Yiwei bowed to Zhao Wen: "These one hundred and eight people can be said to be the backbone of Shaolin. Without these people, even with Shaolin's background, it would have been silent for decades. The people in the rivers and lakes that I cleared out, the rivers and lakes can be peaceful for decades!"

He already understood in his heart that these people coming out of the surroundings should be the men recruited by the middle-aged Jin Yiwei. Zhao Wen would definitely not care about the lives of these one hundred and eight arhat monks, and said very casually: "As you want!"

He walked lightly towards the direction of Merlin in the distance.

Now the corpses in Mei Linzhong have all been buried by the middle-aged Jin Yiwei and his men. Although there is still a strange smell, it is obviously much more pleasing to the eye.

Thinking of Lin Xian'er who left him and left just now, Zhao Wen couldn't help but smile wryly.

It's been several worlds, and this is the first time he's been abandoned by a woman.

Especially compared with the few women in the Chu Palace in the Great Qin World who were obedient to him, Zhao Wen's mood was inexplicably weird.

Although he definitely wouldn't take Lin Xian'er out of this world, teaching her Beiming magic is also to disrupt the world.

From this point of view, an extremely greedy woman like Lin Xianer definitely did a very good job, but Zhao Wen still felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

A piece of green leaves swayed with the wind, and there was a sound of footsteps. The middle-aged Jin Yiwei said in a low voice: "My lord, why don't I order Jin Yiwei to pay attention to Lin Xian'er everywhere!"

The middle-aged Jin Yiwei only saw Lin Xian'er trample Xinhu to death with ease, and he knew that the adult in front of him must have passed on the skills that can absorb people's internal energy to this witch.

The abbot of Shaolin is no match, let alone Jin Yiwei. The only thing they can do is to pay attention to where the opponent appears.

Although I also understand that at the adult's age and Lin Xian'er's charm as a witch, it must be a hero who is sad and beautiful, but I still secretly feel sorry for Lin Xianer. A big trouble in martial arts.

"No, Lin Xian'er was taught to disrupt the martial arts world. With her greed, there will be no peace in the world in the future!"

Zhao Wen will never forget that Lin Xian'er was born in the Demon Cult. Although there is no trace of the Demon Cult in the Ruthless Sword of the Passionate Swordsman, but only Lin Xian'er sent, you can think of the opponent's background.

Over the years, Lin Xian'er has acquired quite a lot of wealth in Jianghu, but she never mentioned it, obviously it was taken away by the Demon Cult.

In the past, she had no strength, so she could swallow her anger, but now, in terms of internal strength, apart from herself and Li Xunhuan who was sent overseas by her as a favor in the whole world, there is probably no one who can match Lin Xianer.

Now Lin Xian'er's strength will definitely return to the Devil's Cult. In order to get the upper position, it must be a bloody storm.

Looking into the distance, Zhao Wen inexplicably said something in his heart: "Xiao Li Feidao, the example is not in vain!"

(End of this chapter)