Death Sutra

The Dragon King actually chose to compete for internal strength, and others did nothing. The Holy King and a group of people around him were amazed, and at the same time turned their attention to the Yuqing School.

No one is more surprised than Taoism. Although there is no direct evidence, he sees it very clearly. He also understands very well. In the test last night, the Dragon King was injured.

"Are you not lying to me?" Holy King asked unkindly.

"The Dragon King is bluffing, and it is absolutely not wrong." No matter how suspicious the heart is, the look and tone of the Taoist thoughts are unquestionable. He would rather gamble once and feel that the win is great, but he still has to give himself a little After the road, "I just don't know the internal strength of this warrior adult..."

The world's internal strength comes from the Central Plains Taoist school. In the impression of the Yuqing faction, there are very few masters in the North Court and the Western Region. The Dragon King is considered to be a rare figure. The most important reason is not how strong his internal strength is, but rather too weird. .

The king of the Holy Day turned his head dissatisfiedly. The officer around him immediately said: "The frog at the bottom of the well, do you think this is an ordinary soldier? The iron scorpion is one of the seven king eagle claws of the old Sweat King, and if you walk the rivers and lakes, I’ve been famous all over the world, and have a foothold in your Ninth National Nine Schools?”

Different from the habits of the Central Plains, the "Eagle Claw" is full of praise in the North Court. The Central Plains masters do not say anything, but they are not convinced, and even secretly hope that the Dragon King will win.

As for Khan Wang Yiwei and Long Ting Eagle Claw, many people have heard of it. They know that they are the top masters named after the Raptor. They are full-time protection of the old Khan. The Beiting people talk about these seven people are extremely proud and mysterious.

"I don't want to start with the iron shovel." The king of the sun has a temper, and he has to let the masters of the Central Plains convinced.

The military officer ordered that the contest be suspended.

The Holy King sweeps everyone. "Which of you, who has the strongest internal strength?"

No one snorted, they vaguely guessed the intention of the prince, and no one wanted to do such a stupid thing.

The King of the Holy Day showed a tolerant smile. "So, the Dragon King wins one game and saves one person. I am fair in doing things, give you the same treatment, and I want to be more generous. Who can defeat the shovel in the internal work, I blame you for the whole martial art." Sin, the circle is counted outside."

Many people have a heartbeat. They have a lot of fellow disciples trapped in the encirclement. They are fierce and sorrowful. When they can't do anything, they can only ignore it. Now that they have the opportunity, no one wants to miss it.

Yuqing four old men look at each other, only long sigh, the body is not removed, no one dares to ask for help to rescue the trapped theory.

"Taishan is the home of the inner family, let me go."

"Taishan swordsmanship is good. When it comes to internal strength, it is still the most authentic of our Dragon and Tiger Mountain."

"Longhushan was quite strong in the past, but has been going downhill these years, comparable to the Kunlun faction?"

......

King of the Holy Day listened annoyed and shouted, "Shut up, shut up all the way." Then ask the officer around him, "Do you understand the situation, who among them has the strongest internal strength?"

The officer is slightly indulged. "The best thing to do is the Yuqing faction. But these are the leaders... Kunlun School. Lu Tianfeng is said to be one of the three masters in the door. It should be stronger than the third-rate characters of other factions. ""

When the officer mentioned the Central Plains sect, he was not merciless. Even the designated Lu Tianfeng felt ashamed, but he did not dare to refute.

King of the Holy Day did not even know who Lu Tianfeng was, pointing to the shovel in the field, "Go."

"Follow."

Lu Tianfeng strode into the field and waved his hand to the trapped fellow disciples.

The King of the Holy Day never spoke down, and many people listened to it. The Kunlun disciples immediately felt that their hopes were greatly increased, and they excitedly called "Lu Shixiong."

As one of the three masters of the Kunlun School, Lu Tianfeng was not old enough. In his early thirties, he was equipped with a long sword and walked over to the opposite side of the shovel. The sword was placed on the ground. "In the lower Kunlun, Lu Tianfeng, according to the will of the king, Ask the Iron Man for his internal strength."

The shovel is not surnamed iron, but he does not care, but also solves the knife, slightly nod, indicating that he can go to war.

Gu Shenwei is taking advantage of this opportunity to learn new martial arts. He is not interested in the moves of the seven-turn and seven-pointed minds. He only wants to know how the old man did not touch the acupuncture points and passed the infuriating to the other meridians.

Although he has learned three kinds of internal strengths, Gu Shen has very little understanding of infuriating. He occasionally competes with internal forces. He is an enemy attack. He counters the way, and when he and the woman are infuriating each other, they must carefully determine the acupoints and test one or two. Only in order to succeed.

The old man does not understand the significance of the dragon king’s learning of this kind of kung fu. There are not many changes in the seven-turn and seven-seven, only the instinct is input into the other meridian, there is no lethality at all, but he knows that the dragon king has many tricks, so he does not ask. , beckoning to let a guard hold himself up, stick it in the ear of the dragon king, and recite the method of his creation.

You don't need the seven moves to change, the scriptures are less than half, and Lu Tianfeng just played. The old man has already finished his life. The Dragon King is pondering. His mind has turned. He heard the words "Kunlun School" and couldn't help but entangle. It’s really noisy. Kunlun Mountain is clearly located in the Western Region. You are a Central Plains person. How do you call yourself the 'Kunlun School?'

Lu Tianfeng snorted and ignored this strange and noisy old man. The Kunlun School is one of the nine major schools in the Central Plains. The gateway is located near the Jingshi. Kunlun is the Taoist Holy Mountain. It is said to be the residence of the Western Queen Mother. In view of this, there is little relationship with the real mountain range.

The old man did not give up, "Oh, I know, you are a Westerner, I feel that the country is weak, so I turned to the Central Plains and found that the Central Plains is not strong enough. I rushed to the North Court. Fortunately, the world is the two big countries. Otherwise, The Kunlun faction is still not busy?"

Lu Tianfeng did not hold his breath for a while, and returned, "I am a Central Plains person. The Kunlun School is a Central Plains sect. There is no relationship with the Western Region."

"Oh, it turns out that you and your martial art are both from the Central Plains. Well, you remember very clearly, I have nothing to say."

Lu Tianfeng was shocked. He was a little more careless. He even had a slap in the face of the old man’s provocation. This kind of thing is getting worse and worse. Only by hand can you cover up the past.

Lu Tianfeng looked at the opposite shovel and seemed to be concentrating on the competition. The first move was to attack the old man.

The old man of the wood also made a big impression. After passing the exercises to the Dragon King, he let the guards put himself down. In order not to disturb the Dragon King, he also took a few steps to the side.

As for the number of Lu Tianfeng's roads, he is still clear in his eyes, his heart is full of coups, his hands and feet are not responding, and even the trick of begging for mercy is not used, because Lu Tianfeng is not a South Screen, but is really a dead hand.

"The son is not fart..."

The old man of the wood only said a half sentence, he was shot and fell to the foot of the Dragon King.

Lu Tianfeng’s slight glimpse, the arrogance of the old man and the experience of defeating the masters of the sects, thought that he was a hidden master. It turned out that Erer, the internal strength is mediocre, not as good as the younger disciple of the four or five years of entry. Offend the nobles and remove them without asking for help."

When the voice just fell, I heard a slender and weak voice, "Eye..."

The old man stood up under the help of the red bat and took a sip of blood on the ground. "Do you make Kunlun bragging? If I haven't died, I will remove me. Come, let's fight again."

Lu Tianfeng was shocked. He didn't say that he was a normal person. Even if he was a first-class master, he couldn't bear it directly. This old man really has some doorways.

However, he has already figured out the details and knows that the other party has no ability to fight back. So he rushed up for the second time and made him a success. He planned to kill him completely.

The old man did not expect this Kunlun master to be different from others. He did not move his mouth and screamed. He ran to the red bat and heard the crowd exclaiming. He hurriedly poked his head and saw the dragon king’s shot.

Gu Shenwei has already understood the practice of the old man, and he needs a test article.

When the two palms meet, both of them understand one thing.

Lu Tianfeng discovered that the Taoist school’s Taoist thoughts were correct. The Dragon King was internally wounded and he was so chaotic that he had reached the edge of the fire and was not his opponent.

Gu Shenwei found that the old man's practice was not wrong. He did not need to carefully identify the acupuncture points, and he would be able to pour the infuriating gas into his opponent's meridians, which is nothing to kill.

"Don't mess with it, Kunlun's spies should be against the North Ting's eagle claws." The old man's mouth could never be idle, just as he was out of danger and smashed.

The Holy King hoped that the chaos would be better, and he called a "iron shovel" and ordered him to do the same.

The age of the shovel is even smaller than that of Lu Tianfeng. It is at the peak of the peak. In front of the prince, he is obedient and ignorant. When he is shot, he is a Thunder, and the two palms attack the two opponents.

The three palms meet each other and form a full-fledged situation. They all use one enemy and two, and no one is willing to unite with outsiders.

Unfortunately, the exciting scene ended in a blink of an eye, the three were deadlocked like woodcarvings, and few people could see the fierce battle.

The Holy King asked the officer nearby. "What is this name?"

"They are working hard in the competition, and the surface is plain and unremarkable. In fact, you are dead and alive, and you are more dangerous than a boxing sword. The losers are only afraid of being fierce."

"This way." King of the Holy Day was a little happy, and he still felt that such a scene was not as good as the dragon knife and the shovel's sharp knife. "How long?"

"It's hard to say, but the ironwork is superb, I don't think it will take long."

The officer was right, the voice just fell, the first person who could not hold on has already withdrawn from the battle group.

Lu Tianfeng yelled, and then leaped and slammed. When he landed, he couldn’t stand still. His footsteps were like drinking too many drunkards. He stopped and his body was shaking. The summer was hot, but he was like a number nine. Cold winter.

"Okay." King of the Holy Day clapped his hands, this is the scene he wants to see. "The shovel is not..."

The words have not been finished yet, and the shovel is also shouting. After a few steps, the landing is quite stable, but the whole body is shaking, just like Lu Tianfeng.

The Dragon King had won several games in the past, and the North Court people only admired but no accidents, until the iron shovel was not an opponent. The Saints under the King, including tens of thousands of cavalry, were all shocked.

The dragon king’s face was never better than ever, and the pale cheeks showed a faint red light.

"The king of the Holy Day, this is too boring, how many masters do you have, send it out together."

Gu Shen’s feeling at this moment is like being relieved for many years and it seems to be easy to fly.

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