Longevity starts from Yitian

Chapter 11 Defeating the master of emptiness, the two elders of Xuanming appeared

The two continued to fight, and when they fought for more than forty moves, Master Kongxing was gradually weakened, he was terrified, and thought to himself: "What kind of internal strength does this kid practice, why is he getting more and more courageous as he fights, and he doesn't feel tired at all? "

When he got a move, Ji Qinglin already gained the upper hand, but suddenly withdrew his move and retreated quickly, everything happened so fast, except for Zhang Sanfeng and a few masters who saw it clearly, everyone else thought he was invincible.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous, master's martial arts are really profound, and Shaolin's unique skills are extraordinary, I tried my best, but I can barely catch 51 strokes of senior, thank you master for your mercy!" Ji Qinglin clasped his fists and said.

He knew that the Shaolin School valued face the most. If he defeated Master Kongxing in front of so many people today, the Kongxing monk, one of Shaolin's "knowledge and wisdom", would be spread everywhere in the world, but he would lose to a fledgling monk. Kid... In this way, he will completely form a relationship with Shaolin... This is not good, he is also planning to use Shaolin's power to do a few big things in the future, how can he break his face with Shaolin now?

Master Kongxing had lost all thoughts in his heart. He only felt that he had practiced martial arts for decades, but he was defeated by a fledgling young man. He would have no face in the world in the future, but seeing Ji Qinglin's victory, he suddenly withdrew his hands and closed his moves. Thinking that he was invincible to himself, he suddenly realized that after knowing that this kid won the bet, he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and gave him and Shaolin a step down.

"Amitabha, Master Ji has such kung fu at such a young age. It is really rare. The poor monk lost the bet today. The poor monk will take his disciples down the mountain and wait for Master Ji to complete the agreement in Shaolin." Master Kongxing put his hands together. He said, since Ji Qinglin gave him a step down, he would be happy to do so.

Afterwards, he bid farewell to Zhang Sanfeng and went down the mountain together with his Shaolin disciples.

Now, Shaolin Sect, the head of the six major sects, also left, and the rest of them felt that it was difficult to press Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu to find out the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Dragon Saber.

No way, who made Ji Qinglin come out halfway?
Morally, this person is beyond reproach... Everyone has said that there is a way for Xie Xun to show up voluntarily, apologize to all the innocent people he killed, and then commit suicide in front of the world... This is the way to deal with it Good enough, who in the world would dare say they can do better than this?

Hit, but can't beat him...

Everyone has seen his martial arts... The head of the Huashan School, Xian Yutong, used the poisonous golden silkworm poison, and he was no match for him.And the "Dragon Claw Hand" of Shaolin Master Kongxing is even more powerful, it has reached the top level in the world. Everyone thought to themselves that such a terrifying "Dragon Claw Hand" could not survive ten moves. Surviving fifty strokes abruptly is really terrifying!

If these people were taught that Ji Qinglin was deliberately showing weakness, but in fact he could still beat the monk of Kongxing, their jaws would probably drop in shock...

"Daddy, Daddy!"

Suddenly, a child's voice came from outside the hall, and the second voice was muffled, obviously someone quickly pressed his mouth.

Zhang Sanfeng realized immediately, the second call of "Dad" hadn't stopped before he turned into a white shadow and floated out of the hall.

Outside the hall, a big man in a Mongolian military uniform was holding a boy about ten years old. The boy was still struggling desperately despite his mouth being covered by the big man.

"Go in!" Zhang Sanfeng said coldly.

The big man saw Zhang Sanfeng floating out instantly, he was terrified, without thinking, he turned and ran away, hugged the child and wanted to fly up to the roof, but before he started, he felt his body weighed more than a thousand catties, he couldn't move at all.

He turned his head, he was startled, at some time, Zhang Sanfeng had come to his side, one hand rested lightly on his shoulder, he couldn't move with only some pure yang internal energy.

He knew that Zhang Sanfeng only needed to increase his internal energy, and he would either die or be disabled, so he had no choice but to follow him into the hall.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu saw that the child he had been carrying in his arms was Zhang Wuji, who they had been caring about all along. They were overjoyed and rushed up to check Zhang Wuji's injuries. They asked in unison, "Good boy, did they hit you? Did you get any injuries?" ?”

Zhang Wuji finally saw his parents, his eyes were moist, but he still said proudly: "Father, mother, even if they beat me to death, I will never talk about my adoptive father!"

Zhang Cuishan was very pleased, and said: "Good boy, good boy who is loyal!" Yin Susu stretched out her hand to hug Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Sanfeng said coldly: "Give her the child!"

The Mongolian man was afraid of Zhang Sanfeng's unfathomable strength, so he handed Zhang Wuji in his arms to Yin Susu as promised.

Zhang Cuishan, Yin Susu, and Zhang Wuji's family reunited, they were all very happy, Zhang Sanfeng, Wudang Seven Heroes and others were immersed in joy, no one paid attention to the Mongolian man, the Mongolian man retreated quietly, and was about to leave the hall.

"He Biweng, do you want to leave after letting him go?" Ji Qinglin knew that this person was one of the Xuanming elders who were disguised as Yuan soldiers——He Biweng, so he kept paying attention to him. Seeing that he wanted to escape, he immediately He yelled to stop, and flew up to stop him.

He Biweng was shocked, he didn't expect Ji Qinglin to be able to recognize his identity at a glance. When he was on the sidelines, he saw that although Ji Qinglin was young, his martial arts were quite extraordinary. The right palm came out whistlingly, with a biting cold air, even more than ten steps away you could feel the cold air suffocating your nostrils.

Ji Qinglin knew that this person's martial arts were extremely high, so he used ten of his powers as soon as he made a move. The Nine Suns Divine Art was running to the limit, and the vigorous and true energy was condensed on the fingertips. Come out quickly.

The Yiyang finger is originally Zhiyang martial arts, and at this moment, it is blessed with Zhiyang's Jiuyang magic skill, and its power is even stronger. Ji Qinglin's fingertips are faintly glowing, pointing to the palm of He Biweng.

"boom!"

The palms and fingers hit each other, and both of them retreated more than ten steps before they gradually stabilized their figures. Both sides were secretly amazed at the depth of each other's skills.

Originally, Ji Qinglin's Nine Suns Divine Art had not yet been perfected, and He Biweng, who was taught during the training period, was after all shallow and less coquettish, but his One Yang Finger and Nine Suns Divine Art are both superior martial arts of Zhiyang, born with restraint in attributes Xuan Ming Shen Zhang's extremely yin and cold martial arts, the two offset each other, and the two finally fought to a close.

Just as the two of them were fighting each other with a move, Zhang Sanfeng had already reacted, and he stretched out both palms, slapped He Biweng, and shouted: "Okay, I only say that the Taoist who suffered a lot of damage 30 years ago died, this incomparably vicious Xuanming The Divine Palm has been lost, how could there be someone in the world who knows this skill!"

Just now when Ji Qinglin was attacking He Biweng, he could tell at a glance that He Biweng was using the Xuanming Divine Palm.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng attacking, He Biweng didn't dare to face Zhang Sanfeng rashly, he hurriedly called for help, and retreated repeatedly.

At the same time, several black shadows outside the hall suddenly attacked at the same time, they all slapped Zhang Sanfeng with their palms, one of them had the strength of a palm, and the degree of coldness was even higher than that of He Biweng.

(End of this chapter)