The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 288 General Flying Tiger, the stone statue opens its eyes

"Ok?"

The sound of the heartbeat grew louder and fainter at first, but soon echoed in everyone's ears.

When they reacted, they realized that their own heartbeats were actually affected by it, and because of it, it overlapped with it, and their heart palpitations were very strong.

"The sound of the heartbeat is weird, everyone be careful!"

Someone urgently reminded, but it was too late.

"Ok!"

Seeing the shadow move suddenly, a fleshy palm came erratically, it was imprinted on Chen Zhuo's chest in a daze, the palm strength was extremely thick.

One person moved forward, and the other two followed closely, coming through the air, another punch.

Those who made the move were Shaolin abbot Xuanci, as well as Xuan Bei and Xuan Nan.

"Ah, be careful!"

Ah Zi cried out urgently.

Chen Zhuo didn't block it, he didn't even look at it.

"boom!"

With fists, palms and legs down, Chen Zhuo was expressionless, looking at Duan Siping, Monk Jintai, and Murong Longcheng and others.

A cloud of red rose from his face, his feet were steady, his clothes fluttered wildly, and the external force added to his body, it was like a breeze blowing on his face, without any damage.

"The monk can actually make a sneak attack. He is much smarter than those who only know how to ring the bell and chant scriptures."

As soon as he spoke, he was not injured, but those who were connected to his heartbeat all coughed up blood and vomited blood, as if they had been severely injured, they became pale and limp on the ground.

And the three of them came fast and retreated even faster. They rolled back when they moved up and down. After landing, they staggered and retreated for more than ten steps, with marks on their feet, and turned the people hit by others on their backs, rolling into one piece , no one enters again.

Chen Zhuo withdrew his heartbeat, waved to the people in his eyes, and said casually, "Why don't you come and have a try?"

The Jintai monk put his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and recited a sentence of the Buddha's name. There was no expression of joy or anger on his face, and he said flatly: "The poor monk has always had a wish since he learned that there are people surnamed Chen in the world. You have to compete with them; to be honest, my boxing technique is what my master learned on that chessboard, and it was passed on to me later, and today I am about to correct it for a while."

"Oh, Jintai is fighting? It's rare, it's rare, but this person's tricks are really endless." Duan Siping's eyes were burning, and the more he looked at it, the more fresh he said, "Using one's own heart to lead others' hearts, one and the same. Is everything lost?"

The blue-robed scribe suddenly said: "Since we want to fight, don't hurt the innocent. Let's go to the mountain to fight and have a good time."

Murong Longcheng stared at Chen Zhuo closely, thinking that Misty Peak hadn't exerted all his strength for a while before, and his eyes were so gloomy that they could drip water, but he threw out two words in a lukewarm manner: " Elixir!"

He wants the elixir.

Everyone present, in terms of qualifications, there is no one more qualified than them to get the elixir.

At this time, a little novice came running in, and said to the weak-faced Xuanci, "Oh, it's not good, abbot, a sick and thin man came down from the mountain, holding an iron stick in his hand. Leng, split the gate of our mountain, it's so serious, he threatened to take away the secrets of 'elixir' and 'ascension by day', or else..."

"Hey, it's so lively, don't waste your tongue, I came in by myself."

Before the little monk could finish speaking, a rough voice like thunder exploded in the field unexpectedly.This voice is not a roar, but it is calm and strong. As soon as you open your mouth, there is a strong wind on the flat ground, flying sand and rocks. Some people's breathing is unstable and their courage is weak. They all retreated to the sides.

The faces of all the people present changed, this wave was unsettled, and another wave rose again, hearing the sound and watching people, and another strong hand.

The person "hummed" and walked slowly, but the broken armor rustled, clear and clear, and walked in under the eyes of everyone.

"what!"

When this person appeared for the first time, many people suddenly shrank their pupils, showed panic, and exclaimed in unison.What Gain saw in their eyes was not a human being, but a ferocious blood tiger, baring its teeth, bloody all over its body, coming from the wind and leaping into the arena.

But when he calmed down and looked nervously, he saw a thin man with a sallow face in the snow. His long hair was like wormwood, his face was like a sick ghost, his cheeks were sunken, and he was extremely thin. He didn't look like a peerless expert.

This man's arms are unusually long, and a rusty iron lance is five or six feet long. The more he looks, the more bizarre he looks.

"Huh? It's you." The thin man's eyes were like a lion awake, half awake, half asleep, and not black and white, but more like two ambers. When he looked at Murong Longcheng, they suddenly lit up, and then He frowned again and thought hard, "What's your name?"

Ever since this person appeared, Murong Longcheng had an indescribably startled look in his eyes, even Chen Zhuo ignored him, his cheeks were tense, and his voice was hoarse: "Are you Li Cunxiao?"

Li Cunxiao.

If it was said that the crowd was just shocked and shocked by Chen Zhuo's methods before, then this name made them all stand in the same place, dazed for a moment, and then all of them went crazy and stunned.

"Li Cunxiao? He is Li Cunxiao, Flying Tiger General? How could he be Li Cunxiao!"

A group of people are like hell.

This peerless general from more than 200 years ago, who is comparable to the overlord of Western Chu, is still in the world, or appeared in front of them.

Li Cunxiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he swept away his confusion and said: "I remember, you are Murong Longcheng, a descendant of Xianbei!"

"Ah, this person is Murong Longcheng, isn't that the ancestor of the Murong family, the master who created 'Dou Zhuan Xing Yi' in the past? He is still alive."

"There is also that old monk. Someone called him 'Golden Terrace' just now. Could it be that he was No.1 in the world back then?"

"The remaining few are also absolutely extraordinary, and their origins must be earth-shattering."

……

How could a group of people dare to covet them now? There are these few figures, not to mention them, even all the people in the martial arts world combined, I'm afraid they won't be able to please them.

"Huh?" When Chen Zhuo saw the person coming, his eyes gradually faded away casually, and he glanced at the person's thin body that seemed to be drained of energy and blood. 'Neijiaquan' is an immortal way to extend life."

Don't look at this body as skinny as sticks, and you don't see a few ounces of flesh, but just by thinking about it, you may be able to fill up your energy, stretch out your muscles and bones, and restore your full body.

"What a surprise!" Chen Zhuo thought to himself.

Thinking about him for so many years, since the end of Ming Dynasty and beginning of Qing Dynasty, he has traveled all over the world, and he can't remember how long he has not encountered such a method.

However, this person's strength is mostly in his physical body, and Chen Zhuo did not see the shadow of "internal boxing" from his actions, he should have a unique way to extend his life, it seems that what he learned is not an extremely terrifying horizontal practice Gong is an extraordinary foreigner's kung fu.

Thinking of this, when everyone was confused, Chen Zhuo retracted his legs and sat cross-legged in the void. Outside his body, layers of invisible fluctuations were constantly spreading, unfathomable, and Ah Zi was also covered. went in.

The two of them flickered and disappeared in place.

"Want to escape?"

"Go away!"

When he moved, the others were immediately moved.

But after several people chased him one after another, they saw that Chen Zhuo had already arrived in a Buddhist hall.

The Buddha Hall was empty, and there was only one Buddha statue standing alone in it. It was not a god or Buddha in the sky, but a statue of a monk.

Master Bodhidharma.

Murong Longcheng stood outside the hall, and said coldly: "Boy, it's too late to regret it now, you can't escape today!"

"Escape?" Chen Zhuo glanced at Bodhidharma on the stage, flicked his fingers, and a drop of crystal blood flew out from his fingertips, unbiasedly, and touched the statue's eyebrows, "Haha...haha ……wake up!"

He smiled lightly, raised his hand and pushed, and a strange force fell on the statue in an instant.

Amidst the laughter, seeing the mottled statue suddenly shook his body, the Buddha's eyes lit up, and he opened it.

(End of this chapter)