Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 103

Evergreen Restaurant.

Several monks who were looking for Ren Qinglian saw the signal and rushed in.

The two monks Lu and Xiao saw that there were many people on their side, and they became very courageous.

"Boy, a strong dragon doesn't overwhelm a local snake, come out obediently, and the brothers can save you from the pain of flesh and blood!"

The door of the room was pushed open, and Ren Qinglian flew into the scene from the second floor around the beam in a Ziyan style.

With fluttering clothes, he said coldly: "What a domineering Guanyin Temple!"

"Brothers, let's go together."

The monk surnamed Lu roared, and a whip in his sleeve struck Ren Qinglian like a silver light.

The strong wind made her body cold, but Ren Qinglian smiled contemptuously and slapped Qifeng.

In the building, Jiao Lei suddenly rose, and the blue bricks were shattered!
"act recklessly."

A faint voice came, and Ren Qinglian walked towards the monks leisurely.

The monk surnamed Lu is good at whipping, and he kills like a wind.

It's just that after Ren Qinglian has seen the subtlety of ancient martial arts, such a move is simply difficult to catch the eye.

Randomly swung a few punches, causing the shadow of the whip to flicker.

The rest of the monks either used sticks or swords, and they landed on Ren Qinglian's body.

The diners have already avoided far away, only suffering from the shopkeeper and a few shop waiters. While trying to protect the furnishings in the shop, they shouted endlessly, "Ouch, Grandpa Arhats, be careful of your little heads!" "Oh, Master Master, be careful!" Little ears!"...

Ren Qinglian gathered her green shirt and saw that there was nothing special about the martial arts of these monks, so she finally decided to stop.

"boom!"

A wave of vigor swept away, constantly besieging the monks, and the range became smaller and smaller.

All the monks felt that the pressure coming from around them was getting heavier and heavier, they couldn't resist with fists and palms, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and within a short while, the monk's robes were soaked.

"Young master, spare your life!"

"Help me..."

Finally, some monks couldn't bear the pressure and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Ren Qinglian's green shirt was shaken, and her vigor turned into wisps of energy and shot at the monks, sealing their acupoints and freezing them in the hall, unable to move.

"Elder Jin Chi asked you to come to me?"

Ren Qinglian asked lightly.

"Yes... yes... the master, and Mr. Bai..."

The monks panicked and told what they knew.

Ren Qinglian nodded, guessing that the rogue must have slipped up.

"My lord, please forgive me, we don't dare to be fierce again."

"Yes, yes, my lord, please forgive me..."

The shopkeeper and the others were stunned. Although these monks are usually arrogant and domineering, the Guanyin Temple has a very high status in everyone's hearts. They have always been in awe, and they don't think much of it. Some surprises.

Ren Qinglian sneered, and with a wave of her big hand, the acupoints on the monks' bodies were untied.

But before they were happy, they felt a sharp pain in their dantian.

But it was Ren Qinglian's energy that blasted into the dantians of the monks, crippling their martial arts.

"You can take care of yourself in the future!"

After Ren Qinglian finished speaking, she ignored everyone and strode away from Changqing Restaurant.

As the sun was setting, a gust of new wind swept over the ground.

The bonfire in the two lanterns hanging at the entrance of Changqing Restaurant suddenly went out, the two doors were blown flickeringly by the strong wind, and the whole long street became gloomy and cold.

Just as the monks were about to go out, they couldn't help shivering when they were blown by the cold wind, and shrank their heads back.

Everyone looked out through the window on the door. At the end of the street, there was a white-clothed scholar dragging a long sword.

"It's Young Master Bai!" The monks were a little overjoyed, but when they thought of their dantian being abolished, their complexions quickly turned gloomy.

……

"Scholar in white?" Ren Qinglian looked at the man in white in front of her, dressed as a scholar, tall and thin with long arms, in the dim twilight, she seemed so thin that only a white shadow remained.

"It was you who killed Ling Xuzi!" the white-clothed scholar shouted with a stern look in his eyes.

"You mean that wolf spirit?" Ren Qinglian said with a smile.

"Looking for death!" The white-clothed scholar stopped talking nonsense, the green light flashed, and the sword was like a sword, stabbing at Ren Qinglian.

"Tsk tsk, monsters who practice martial arts are really rare." Ren Qinglian was secretly surprised when she saw that this white-clothed gentleman moved with ease.

"Stop talking nonsense, take your life!" The white-clothed scholar was so angry that he made a palm with his left hand, drew a circle, and wiped it on Ren Qinglian's leg.

Dongsheng Shenzhou is full of aura, not only there are many Taoist sects, but also those martial arts schools in ancient times have inheritances. This white snake had no luck in seeking immortality, but he learned a few martial arts tricks from a declining martial arts school, although it may not be perfect , but in Nanfang Buzhou, where martial arts has declined, he can already be regarded as a rare master.

Ren Qinglian was delighted to see Lie Xin, she called out hello, she withdrew the opponent's palm with her right palm, turned her palm into a finger, flicked on the sword, and there was a clang, which made the jade hand of the white-clothed gentleman go numb, and she retreated three steps in shock.

The white-clothed scholar trembled in his heart: "This guy is really powerful. I hope that the elder brother will come over soon. After a long time, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold him back..."

The next moment, Ren Qinglian drew out the Tai'a sword and attacked.

The white-clothed scholar immediately cheered up, his sword screamed like thunder, and unleashed the Nine Swords of Freedom that he had cultivated lately for these years.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, and in an instant, the earth and rocks within five feet were stirred up all over the sky, and the momentum was terrifying.

Ren Qinglian sneered inwardly. Martial arts practice emphasizes the unity of spirit, energy and spirit. When a warrior strikes a sword, his mind and spirit must be united. The sword skills of this White Flower Snake Envoy are upright and awe-inspiring, but the master of the sword skills is a monster with an impure mind , although the power seems to be strong, but the essence is rare, it is no wonder that it will be smashed to death by a monkey.

Thinking of this, taking a step forward, Tai'a Jiangang snarled and palpitated, like holding a willow, he picked it up.

The white-clothed scholar only felt a pain in his leg, which had been pierced by the sharp sword light. Ren Qinglian didn't wait for the tricks to make her old, and she vomited violently. When the white-clothed scholar drew out the sword to protect her body, the Tai'a sword brushed against his shoulder again. one time.

At this moment, the white-clothed scholar staggered, half of his arm went numb, his face became pale in horror, "Damn it, what kind of evil sword are you!"

Just finished speaking, suddenly felt a numbness on the vest, a cold force has rushed in from the "Mingmen acupoint".

The white-clothed scholar was startled, and cursed loudly: "Despicable, you used poison!"

After finishing speaking, while her figure was shaking, it turned into a white shadow and flashed past Ren Qinglian's eyes like a snake startling in the grass.

However, Ren Qinglian was relentlessly chasing her, and the white-clothed gentleman couldn't vent her anger, so she roared: "Young generation, let me give you another trick!"

Saying that, a wolfhair brush with the sound of wind and thunder pointed at Ren Qinglian's eyebrows.

This stroke has already used all his strength. Although the tip of the pen is made of extremely flexible wolf hair, it is no different from a sword when it is infused with Gang Qi.

Ren Qinglian has gone through countless upheavals since her journey to the west, and her experience has been considered rich. She immediately used the method of twisting the mosquito's whiskers from the poisonous scriptures to catch the wolf's hair pen.

With a slight tap of both feet, he threw the brush with his backhand, pointing directly at the white shadow in front of him.

"Roar!" There was a loud roar, and the white-clothed scholar finally showed his real body, barely blocking the sharp pen that was shot.

The monster cloud was steaming, and the faces of a group of monks who were hiding in the restaurant watching the battle in the distance were pale.

"That Mr. Bai turned out to be the head snake demon!"

The shopkeeper and the others really looked at the monks with some doubts. Could it be that the eminent monks whom I and others worshiped like gods were actually the ones who were in league with monsters!
At this moment, there was a mess of bells from the Guanyin Temple in the distance.

Evening drum and morning bell, ringing the bell at this hour is not a good omen.

The monks who stayed in the restaurant looked at each other.

In Guanyin Temple, Xuanzang worships Buddha, but the monkey rings the bell with the new monk Duyuan.

However, the monkey obviously regarded the beating of the drum and the bell as a joke, and when Du Yuan stopped the drum, the monkey just kept beating the bell, whether it was fast or slow, for a long time.

Du Yuan only thought that the monkey spirit monk was the same as himself, and they were just getting started, so he stepped forward to explain.

After the monkey finished playing, he threw away the clock and pestle, and said with a smile, "This is called 'When a monk hits a clock for a day'!"

But he didn't know that his reckless ringing of the bell had alarmed all the monks in the monastery, and they all rushed out and cursed: "Is that savage beating the bells and drums indiscriminately here?"

The monkey jumped out and said with a thud, "It was your grandpa who bumped into the joker!"

Frightened all the monks to stumble, they all crawled underground and said, "Grandpa Lei!"

The monkey pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "Lei Gong is my great-grandson!"

Xuanzang came over and reprimanded a few words, and told the monks about his identity, so that the monks could feel relieved. After a while, the master of the temple came out to greet him, and asked: "Masters, please come to the meditation room at the back to serve tea."

The monkey followed suit, unleashed the rein and led the horse, carried the luggage, turned around the main hall, and suddenly shouted: "There is a demon spirit!"

The headmaster narrowed his eyes and started to laugh: "Elder Monkey is joking, where does the evil spirit come from in this Buddhist temple?"

"It's not in the temple, it's in the small town at the foot of the mountain. You can't see it with your naked eyes." Monkey said excitedly.

(End of this chapter)