The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 286
While talking and laughing, Murong Longcheng's face was expressionless, but two strands of sword energy shot out of his eyes in an instant, and the youthful beauty in an instant, like two strands of white rainbow, shot straight at the long-haired monk with his back turned away, flashing in the dark in the scripture-reserving pavilion. Passed away, illuminating everyone's eyes.

However, this sword energy seemed fierce and hot, but when it landed on the long-haired monk, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without a sound, without a trace in the blink of an eye.

However, everyone present felt an incomparable sword intent from the long-haired monk, and he went straight up, as if he was going straight into Qingming, and he was as tall as the sky.

In this small scripture-depositing pavilion, there are actually two unworldly masters with superb swordsmanship hidden.

The long-haired monk turned around slowly, not paying any attention to Shicai's sword aura, just smiled curiously: "Monk Jintai, regardless of whether the person surnamed Chen is real or not, you can tell me that Chen Tuan and that People say, who won?"

As soon as this person's face was revealed, he saw that it was an ordinary face with ordinary features and kind eyebrows.

But when you put this face and the limbs and torso together, you can see that this person has become extraordinary.

What a natural sword bone.

Even Chen Zhuo was surprised.

Although this person's sword intent is restrained, there are strands of sword energy hanging down from the hair, and the edge is secretly formed, as if dyed with a layer of faint light, swaying in the air, flowing and stretching, making people afraid .

What's even more astonishing is that even under the skin and flesh, there is a glint of brilliance, which is faintly visible, like the hidden edge of a divine sword, about to be unsheathed.

It was as if he had refined himself into a peerless and unparalleled sword.

The sweeping monk put down his broom, clasped his hands together and said: "According to what my teacher said, when he woke up, the two of them had disappeared, and the black and white pieces on the chessboard looked as complicated as stars, but suddenly a wind and frost swept over, and the white pieces and the black pieces were all gone." Gone with the wind, only half of the sunspots remained in Tianyuan."

"It's amazing, I actually won Chen Tuan's half trick!"

The blue-robed scribe gave a compliment with a half-smile.

Murong Longcheng turned his eyes, looked at Chen Zhuo suddenly, and said coldly: "It seems that you already know that this kid is the person behind the scenes who used the secret of ascension in the daytime to lure the world. Unfortunately, he also has the same surname List."

"Oh?"

"Ha ha!"

"interesting!"

"Amitabha!"

……

In the Sutra Pavilion, everyone seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and they all looked at Chen Zhuo in unison, with meaningful eyes.

AhZi felt uncomfortable being looked at by everyone, and she blushed when she was told by the long-haired monk that she fell in love with the person beside her, but now she was at a loss again, looking at the immature Chen Zhuo beside her, Some were reluctant to believe that this mild-tempered boy would be a formidable fighter, and he was also the one who spread those treasure maps.

"Don't worry, it's okay!"

A chuckle suddenly fell on her ear, calm and powerful, very clear.

Chen Zhuo took two steps with great interest, walked in front of Ah Zi, blocked everyone's eyes, and looked straight up.

Let's say he took two steps, a flame suddenly ignited between his white and clean brows, and it was imprinted into a scarlet mark in an instant, and a circle of red gold glowed around the eyeballs, and the whole person's aura changed drastically, as if he had transformed from a harmless human to an animal. The scourge squinted a pair of saber eyes, and everyone felt a cold chill on their necks, and the entire Sutra Pavilion seemed to be severely cold.

The blue-robed scribe twitched his cheeks, pinched his teeth, and said in a strange voice: "Good guy, what kind of kung fu did this kid practice, that his qi returned to pure yang, and he achieved such an extraordinary appearance!"

Chen Zhuo turned his head to look at the long-haired monk, and said after a while: "Since your surname is Duan, you are probably the founding emperor of the Duan family in Dali, Duan Siping?"

"It's you," he looked at the blue-robed scribe again, "forgive me for my ignorance, I have never heard of your prestige, but it doesn't matter, reputation and so on, it's nothing to talk about, martial arts arena, it's not as good as strength means really."

Chen Zhuo's demeanor changed drastically at this moment, neither restrained nor warm, with his hands behind his back, his seemingly thin body revealed an unimaginable arrogance and domineering, his black hair moved without wind, and his hands behind his back couldn't help bending and stretching With ten fingers, as if they were about to hold it at any time, an obscure golden light appeared and disappeared in the palm of the hand, like capturing a big sun.

Murong Longcheng had already had doubts when he fought against him, but now seeing this situation, he said with a strange expression: "Boy, you must be the person with the Chen surname, right?"

There are traces of the origins of everyone present, except for Chen Zhuo, who was born out of nowhere like a rock, how can people not doubt it.

Chen Zhuo stood with his hands behind his back, his cheeks puffed up, his body suddenly swelled inch by inch, his voice sank, and he said with a calm smile, "Yes or no, don't you have a decision in your heart; besides, these words are meaningless, I know what you think in your heart." What are you doing, you beat me, don’t say anything about miraculous skills, soaring in the daytime, my life is yours... how about it, is it fun enough?"

The long-haired monk's eyes flashed again and again, he was surprised to hear and see, he clapped his hands and smiled and said: "Okay, just based on this, it doesn't matter whether you are the person with the surname Chen, yes, this old man is Duan Siping!"

"It's wonderful! It's wonderful!"

Chen Zhuo nodded and whispered, his hands were already hanging by his sides, and at the same time as his body was raised, the originally cold Sutra Pavilion warmed up extremely quickly.

Seeing the crisp sound of crackling and mutilation coming from the young man in front of them, like firing a series of firecrackers, the eyes of several people could not feel the strangeness in their eyes, but also concentrated their attention.

No one speaks, and no one speaks again, each occupying one side, the invisible air mechanisms have collided.

During the stalemate, when the atmosphere was getting weird, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open a gap, with a "creak", several figures flashed in, sneaking in.

Seeing someone in the cabinet, several people were obviously taken aback, but their reaction was also strange, instead of retreating, they advanced.

The leader of a black man grinned and said: "Huh? A group of old people, with two children, dare to break into the Shaolin Buddhist scriptures pavilion and hand over the martial arts secrets if they know how to do it. The uncle can spare your life, otherwise, you will have to go to the Shaolin Temple." die."

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the cabinet immediately eased a lot.

Except for Ah Zi, everyone present is either the world's top master or the world's strongest player. Seeing such a few low-level bastards who don't have long eyes, they don't even bother to talk to each other.

Seeing that A'Zi was holding a few cheat books in her hands, several people's eyes lit up, and they immediately surrounded her.

"Stand behind me later."

Chen Zhuo's eyes were fixed on Duan Siping and Murong Longcheng from the beginning to the end.

He said this to Ah Zi.

"Why don't you talk? You're dumb!"

At this moment, those people had already approached, and they raised their hands with sneering sneers, which turned out to be all skills on the treasure map, but the moment they touched Chen Zhuo, the three figures instantly ignited, and a cluster of flames spontaneously ignited. His fingertips jumped up and ignited his whole body.

"what!"

Amidst the heart-piercing screams, the three of them spewed flames from their seven orifices, their qi and blood boiled, and they staggered before they could fall down. Their bodies were scattered into flying ash in mid-air, and the screams were all dispersed, leaving only three treasure maps floating to the ground.

What a terrifying Zhiyang Qi.

The remaining two were terrified, and fled outside even rolling and crawling, but from the beginning to the end, no one paid attention to them at all.

"If that's the case, I'm going to make a fool of myself!"

Chen Zhuo squinted his eyes, clenched his hands violently, clenched his fingers into fists, raised his arms vigorously, and in the palm of his right hand, he saw a ball of golden light flickering on and off, piercing through his fingers, illuminating the wind and snow.

"LOL!"

He stomped on his foot, his right fist was like shaking the sky, and he threw it upwards, punching out brazenly.

"boom!"

in the snow.

All the monks in Shaolin Temple were discussing the matters of this meeting, but when they heard a thunderbolt from the blue sky, their faces changed drastically, they hurriedly rushed out after hearing the sound, and when they waited to have a closer look, they saw the scripture-depositing pavilion in the snowstorm, the entire roof of the pavilion, In an instant, it turned into powder all over the sky and scattered out of thin air.

The two people from the rivers and lakes ran out, their faces were full of fear, and their souls were full of ghosts, but after running not far away, they suddenly stopped in place, their expressions froze, and when the wind blew, they immediately scattered into dust like sand blowing between their fingers.

"what!"

(End of this chapter)