The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 290 Chen Tuan
"Good cultivation, who is coming, report your name!"

Wu Yazi listened to the Daoist song that flew into his ears vaguely, swung his white shirt, lifted his sleeves, opened his mouth and let out a clear and long whistle, like a white crane soaring into the sky, leaping into the sky, and going away with the sound.

Coincidentally, Duan Siping carried his hands on his back, his shoulders and feet didn't move, but he left the ground in the air, like a divine sword flying into the sky, he also shot out of Shaolin and shot at a mountain peak on Shaoshi Mountain.

Murong Longcheng looked at Chen Zhuo coldly, turned around, and the man had turned into a shadow, with his red robe curling up, like a raging fire floating out of Shaolin.

Monk Jintai faced Li Cunxiao and then Chen Zhuo, raised his hand and said, "Please!"

As soon as the words fell, he took the lead, and his steps looked soothing, but it was only one step, and he had stepped into the wind and snow, crossed the temple wall, and stepped out of Shaolin.

The blue-robed scribe followed closely behind, his figure moving like a ghost, and there were layers of phantoms following him around, dexterous and changeable, strange and unreasonable.

Li Cunxiao looked at the few people who had started to compete one by one, grinned, even more simply, his legs squirmed, his muscles were knotted, and they became so thick, the gravel around his feet was trembling constantly.

Immediately, he squatted down slowly, only to hear a wild laugh of "Ha", and a loud thunder on the ground, the man disappeared, leaving only a big pit with a diameter of about ten feet, a figure in the midair carried an iron spear on his shoulders, his hands and feet Sliding, just like a wild beast, jumping more than ten feet high, like a mandrill leaping over a stream, soaring away.

After landing, there was another "boom", and he stomped his feet to rise, and then leaped into the sky, so tyrannical that he did not seem like a body of flesh and blood.

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes to scan the crowd, and suddenly pointed his hand back, a ray of brilliance appeared from the fingertips, falling into the center of Ah Zi's eyebrows.

AhZi was still in a daze at first, but as soon as the brilliance faded, she immediately felt her head swell, and a lot of things appeared in her mind out of thin air.

"Hehe, you have to hide well and see if you can take the opportunity to grab a few elixir. It doesn't matter if you can't get it. I will teach you some kung fu some other day. I guarantee that you will be able to dominate the world sooner or later."

After Chen Zhuo finished speaking, he blinked his eyes, smiled and flicked his sleeves again, and immediately saw a cloud of wind wrapped in frost and snow drifting into the Buddhist hall, engulfing Ah Zi in it, and then drifting out anxiously. Wherever he passed, those Those who blocked the way were staggering like a top, and those who were thrown were thrown off their feet.

After AhZi was sent far away, Bodhidharma's golden body moved suddenly, the wooden stick was separated a little, and the dragons and tigers transformed from frost and snow outside the hall immediately poked their heads into their heads, and they all bowed their heads.

Chen Zhuo took a step forward and stood on the tiger's head.

Bodhidharma's golden body is connected with his Qi, and they move together, standing proudly above the dragon's head.

In the roar of the tiger and the chant of the dragon, the two beasts twisted their bodies and swayed their tails, like living creatures, chasing the several figures that broke through the air

Seeing all the tops of the world going away one after another, Qiao Feng's eyes lit up, and his heart was full of longing.

This battle is probably unprecedented, and there will be no one to come after. Unfortunately, with his current strength, he is still reluctant to face such a strong opponent, but it is not without chance; Another person taught "Supreme Congenital Qi", and his offense and defense are close to the extreme. Recently, his strength has been rising, and his progress can be said to be rapid. If it takes a little longer, he will definitely have a place in this battle.

Shaolin abbot Xuanci saw him staring into the distance, he couldn't help explaining, "Master Qiao, don't be discouraged, although these people are beyond the imagination of the world, but you are extremely talented and have extraordinary bones, you will definitely be able to compete with them in the future. "

In the turmoil just now, only Qiao Feng was unscathed and stood proudly on the spot.

Hearing the words, he said in a deep voice: "Qiao is not discouraged, but regrets that he was not born earlier to compete with these peerless geniuses. However, there will be a chance."

"Go!"

At this time, all the strong men had gone, and the turmoil broke out again, and a cry of killing suddenly sounded from the crowd.

In an instant, dozens of figures burst into trouble, their eyes were fierce, and they made a killing move towards the masters of the rivers and lakes beside them. In the shadow of swords and swords, everyone had not recovered from the shock, and they were caught off guard and fell to the ground with serious injuries. There were screams one after another, and the blood was dazzling.

But the masters of "Xixia Yipintang", together with the masters of Tubo Esoteric School, all came to compete for the "elixir".

"Kill!"

"Go find the elixir!"

"kill!"

……

Fighting in the melee, the bloody wind resurged.

The thousand-year-old temple was immediately stained with blood.

……

The mountains are undulating, and the sky is full of snow.

"Don't leave, old man!"

Among the mountains and ravines, a long howl came from a distance at first glance, the mountains were terribly silent, and all the beasts were dormant; but at the same time as the howl sounded, a person had escaped from the sky, like a bird hovering, coming like an arrow, It's like white clouds and clear wind, if you don't have to use your strength to breathe, it's like walking in the sky.

This person appeared on his front feet, followed by several figures who followed him in the blink of an eye, and none of them wanted to fall behind.

Looking around, some people are flying like shooting stars; some people are striding wildly, over mountains and ridges, like walking on flat ground;

A group of people seem to take the world, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas as their challenge, galloping to their heart's content, wanting to fight.

Murong Longcheng leapt across his body and flew close to the ground, his red robe covered the sky like a cloud of fire, full of might.

He said coldly: "Boy, I still dare not follow."

Chen Zhuo listened helplessly, this guy is really careful, he not only wants to fight for his skills, but also can't let his sword fall. He sat on the back of Binghu, with the wind blowing and the mountains and rivers flowing backwards beside him, he said flatly: " If you were really capable, you wouldn't be in a verbal dispute here, your retreat on Misty Peak has no chance of winning, and you will definitely lose today."

He said so on his lips, but he thought of something else in his heart, the Taoist song sung by that person earlier was not unusual, it was probably related to that person surnamed Chen.

His eyes were fixed, and a donkey was jumping fast in the wind and snow in the extreme.

Really fast, and unusually fast.

The donkey's fur is mottled, but its hooves are snow-white. It brays as it walks. It makes people look black.

On the donkey's back, a scruffy Taoist sat sideways, carrying a wooden sword without a sheath on his back; the wooden sword was also unusual, the wood surface was slightly black, but it was actually lightning-struck wood, and he was holding a section of emerald green bamboo pole, with a root hanging from the pole The straw rope, with an old ginseng attached to it, was hanging in front of the miscellaneous donkey, dangling, a few inches off.

But I saw that miscellaneous donkey paddling like flying, stretching its neck, and kept gnawing at the old ginseng in front of it, but it couldn't touch it, and it ran faster and faster.

Xu Shi was startled by Wu Yazi's long howling, suddenly saw the donkey flicking the donkey's tail, a lump of donkey dung flew out from behind the ass, was whipped by the donkey's tail, and immediately flew towards the group of people.

In such an evil scene, even Duan Siping and Jintai Monk twitched their brows and their faces darkened.

The blue-robed scribe didn't have the air of an old pedant. Looking at the donkey dung, he couldn't help but spit angrily, and said with a dark and strange smile: "Damn it, this bastard donkey has understood human nature. It seems to be laughing at us... Hey, look, this beast is still turning its head and grinning at us, winking... I have to chop it up today, a dog."

The old man didn't move, he seemed to be asleep, he was dozing off with a bamboo pole in his hand, he didn't want the donkey to see that he missed the old ginseng, so he turned his head and spit at him, then flicked his butt, and knocked the old man off , slipped into the mountains, and disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a series of strange screams.

Even Chen Zhuo was a little dumbfounded.

Could it be that he is really psychic?

The old Taoist drifted down, and finally stopped, stretched his hands out, yawned, then wiped the saliva on his face, smiled wryly and shook his head, looked at the crowd again, bowed and said: "Infinite life, poor Taoist Fuyaozi, I have seen you all !"

The person who came was Chen Tuan's ancestor.

(End of this chapter)