I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"It's Dacheng's three-phase Liuyun hand!"

The monk without Zen who was watching the battle murmured, and he recognized Lin Meng's martial arts skill and called out extraordinary.First release https:// https://

The Three-Phase Liuyun Hand is the top martial skill in the world, and it is the best at grasping. It is no less than Li Xianyu’s Eight Immortal Steps in terms of level. It is also the most difficult type in the world to practice. Talent and hard work are indispensable. .

After a while, the three flowing clouds and whirlpools that Lin Meng danced with his hand gradually dissipated, and the momentum of the explosion subsided.

The surrounding trees and some brass houses were variously damaged, and even the sandy ground of the martial arts ground was pitted.

Some trees were about to be broken by the flying shot of sharp iron pieces, and some brass houses were also deeply embedded with steel balls.

Lin Meng exhaled at this moment, with one hand, all he was holding onto were all those unavoidable steel balls that flew towards him, none of them were left!Starting

"Amazing!"

Monk Zhengjue was also astounded by Lin Meng's hand, and he clapped his hands repeatedly.

"Even my Senior Brother Jin Chan can only use his golden body to resist my explosions and steel balls. No one has ever caught them with his hands!"

Lin Meng flipped his hands and fell these steel balls to the ground, shook his head and smiled.

"Sure enough, what the little master said is true. I underestimated the enemy. If I evade in advance, I can completely avoid the firearm's attack."

What Lin Meng said was to remind this monk not to rely too much on his weird firearm.

There are many monks in the ancient weapons, but none of them can be alone. They all have to cooperate with their teammates to block the robbery, throwing some firearms behind them as aids, and cannot attack them.

Even the Lei Men, the strongest gunpowder family a thousand years ago, were not all monks who practiced firearms, but only the elites were able to practice firearms, and the rest of them all cultivated shield formations and ordinary methods. It is for those Qidao monks to guard against disasters in front.

It can be said that the cultivator of Qizhidao is not able to do anything without the assistance of teammates.

Therefore, instead of obsessing over foreign objects, it is better to practice self-cultivation diligently.

This is exactly what the old monk of supernatural power wanted Lin Meng to tell the little monk.

But the monk Zhengjue didn't understand what Lin Meng said, or pretended not to know, he just kept clapping his hands in applause.

"Come here! Come and try this for you again!"

Zhengjue excitedly pulled Lin Meng to another part of the martial arts field, pointed a piece of sand in front of him and said:

"I also have a newly developed firearm, right under that sandy ground. Go up and try it!"

Lin Meng smiled helplessly, and his consciousness swept under the sand, only to see a disc-like iron under it, not knowing what novelty it was.

Could it be the kind of mechanism that would grow thorns or shoot swords when stepped on it?

Although Lin Meng hadn't seen this thing, there were only a few firearms buried underground, and Lin Meng could guess it.

Lin Meng shook his head helplessly, and walked toward the sandy land without saying a word.

No matter what kind of firearm he was, he was confident that he could deal with it. Although the grenade made himself underestimate the enemy, he almost made a mistake, but in the end he was safe.

Lin Meng found out where the disc-like iron block was buried under the probe, and walked straight to the sandy ground above. He opened the zhenqi body in advance, but nothing happened to his surprise.

The young monk Lin Mengchao smiled dumbly.

"Little master, it seems that your firearm is not working, it seems to be a misfire!"

Zhengjue scratched his little bald head, showing a puzzled look, and said:

"Then you come back."

Lin Meng shook his head slightly, thinking that the monk's things were still unreliable, and he raised his foot and walked towards Zhengjue.

Just as Lin Meng had just taken a half step forward, his face suddenly turned aside, and he suddenly lowered his head and looked down.

At this time, a roaring explosion suddenly came from the ground, and a large pit was blown out of the sand, and Lin Meng was rushed to the sky by the powerful explosion.

At that moment, Lin Meng suddenly noticed a slight noise in the ground, but it was too late to defend himself. Even the Zhen Qi body could only be covered with a thin layer of no effect.

The next moment a pillar of sand exploded from the ground, Lin Meng was blown into the sky.

Lin Meng gritted his teeth and cursed that this monk was really treacherous, pretending to deceive himself, who would have expected this thing to be stepped on and not explode, something that would explode only after it was gone was completely incompatible with normal firearms!

This time it was counted!

Even the unexpected explosion could not cause much damage under Lin Meng's infuriating body as much as possible, but Lin Meng was worried that this thing might be the same as that strange grenade, there was still something inside.

After being blown into the sky, he hurriedly used Dong Qianshan, who was behind him, to block him in front and below.

Fortunately, moving Qianshan was a broad epee, large enough, Lin Meng huddled all around after moving Qianshan, and then heard the sound of Ding Ling's sugar palm from the back of the sword.

Sure enough, there is a hidden weapon!The sound should be something like steel needles.

Lin Meng gritted his teeth and cried out despicable.

After the sound ended, Lin Meng also fell from the sky.

Although Lin Meng was not injured at this time, he was caught off guard with a face of dust and dirt from the explosion. His clothes were a little damaged and quite embarrassed, like a hard labor from a coal pit.

Seeing Lin Meng's appearance, the little monk Zhengjue smiled when he leaned forward and then rolled straight on the ground, tears bursting into his eyes.

Even Buddhist monk Wu Chan said that he was guilty of putting his hands together and straight, but his face was still a smirk.

Lin Meng's face twitched, and his complexion was extremely ugly. This was the most embarrassing time in his life that he had been dealt with, and he was actually taken care of by a young monk.

"Heh...hehe!"

Lin Meng sneered stiffly, and it was not good to blame the monk. Who told him to go up and try to underestimate the enemy, so he had no choice but to say:

"The little master is really...wonderful. Something buried in the ground like a wolf-toothed fire blast is only exploded until people walk within the range. I didn’t expect the little master to do the opposite. I made a firearm that exploded after waiting for someone to leave. It really surprised me... caught off guard!"

"Hahaha! Don't blame your lord! Don't think the little monk is despicable. This thing is called landmines. It's used in this way. It's to have the effect of being unfaithful and unexpected!"

Zhengjue laughed and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, but it was still difficult to stop his laughter.

Lin Meng's brows jumped again, gritted his teeth and said:

"However, even if the little master hits the next one by surprise or caught off guard, he still can't help it. After all, the little master depends on firearms and other foreign objects too much. If the little master doesn't believe it, he can dare to do it. Discuss it head-on?"

The old monk with supernatural power is to help, and Lin Meng also wanted to make the little monk lower his head once, so as to let out his own bad breath.

Unexpectedly, the monk Zhengjue raised his head with a smile, and nodded without saying a word.

"Okay! Please wait a while, Rong Xiaoseng prepare!"

After that, the little monk ran away in a hurry, leaving Lin Meng in a daze at a loss.

This monk... really dare to compete with yourself head-on?This plot is wrong!

Lin Meng scratched his head, wondering what trick the monk was going to do.

Logically speaking, a monk who uses a weapon is the most taboo to confront people directly, especially when he sees that his firearms and other methods are not effective, and he dare not confront people directly. How is this little monk? If you don't say anything, you can answer it. Could there be any powerful methods and cards?