Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

The astonishment on Jiumozhi's face was fleeting, and then he put his hands together and said with a slight smile, "Young Master Bai's miraculous skills are astonishing. Your honor has heard what this little monk said. In order to fulfill my old friend's last wish, this little monk was too impulsive." , I hope Young Master Bai doesn't mind."

After looking at him for a while, Bai Ziyang just shook his head and sighed: "Great monk, you are a Buddhist, but you are more competitive than ordinary people. The three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance are inevitable. But He considers himself an eminent monk. Gong Gao is arrogant and has no shame or shame. Aren’t you afraid that after your death, you will enter the endless hell, and you will not be able to be reborn for ten thousand kalpas?”

Jiumozhi frowned, and said calmly: "Master Bai, you and I have just met, how do you know the temperament of the little monk? You are so eloquent, you are not afraid of going to Abi Hell?"

Bai Ziyang sneered: "The scholar said you are, you are, and you have to be if you are not. What does the great monk think?"

"What an arrogant scholar! Wait for the little monk to see what you can do."

After saying that, Jiumozhi stepped back a few steps, put his legs on the horse, and clasped his palms together. Suddenly, a hot qi surged out of his hands, and sparks shone in his hands. The entire meditation room suddenly became hot. , it is the secret martial arts of the Dalun Temple in the Snow Mountain of Tubo Kingdom, the flame saber technique, this saber technique is similar to the Six Meridians Excalibur, it is not a real sword, but uses the scorching true energy as a knife to injure people invisible.

The blazing true energy formed a sharp knife energy, and attacked violently.

Bai Ziyang squinted his eyes, his whole body seemed faint or weak, and he suddenly waved his hand and struck straight with the blade, the blade glowed brightly, and the blade flashed, faster and more terrifying than lightning.Although this knife has not changed, it contains the essence of all changes in the knife technique.

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As soon as the weeping god came out, all gods and ghosts were worried... The white blade light hit the flame blade energy, and the red orange flame blade engulfed it.

When Yue Laosan saw the knife again, his eyes were bigger than copper bells, and the fear at that moment was revived... Everyone saw the flash of the knife, but no one saw his knife.

The dazzling white light disappeared, and Jiumozhi was stunned in place, a drop of blood slid down the tip of his nose between his forehead and brow, his whole body was drenched with sweat, and there were still beads of sweat on his forehead. At that moment just now, he thought he was going to die .

Yue Laosan wanted to ridicule this monk, but he couldn't laugh, the sword was too terrible, and suddenly remembered what his master said that day, "The sword is not yet finished." '

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The monks of Tianlong Temple changed their colors in horror.Rao Yi could not help but be moved by Master Kurong's concentration.

"roll!"

The voice was not loud, but it was frightening. Jiumozhi, who was sweating profusely, did not dare to stay. With his legs up, he jumped up and fled to the outside. Only after realizing that the ghostly man was not chasing him did he stop, and fell down slowly, still out of breath.

Inside Muni Hall.It was very quiet, Ben Yin blurted out: "This... what kind of knife technique is this?!"

"The scholar created the sword method in a rough way, and weeping god cut it! Unfortunately, the sword has not yet been completed! I wonder what the eminent monks think about the scholar's proposal just now? You can rest assured, the scholar can guarantee that it will not be passed on to anyone except Duan's descendants, and the scholar is only doing it for Complement your own martial arts."

Bai Ziyang's words hammered the chests of the monks, the martial arts of the white-clothed scholar in front of him was stronger than that of Jiumozhi, and the light of the sword just now permeated each other's minds...

Ben was not sure about paying attention, so he could only turn his head to look at the uncle!

Master Kurong said at the entrance of the road: "Amitabha, hope that the benefactor will keep his promise! For this reason, show the benefactor the sword manual for reference!"

Benyin got up and heaved a sigh of relief. After receiving the sword manual of the Six Meridians Excalibur, he was about to pass it to Bai Ziyang when he heard...

"The master actually has such a measure, and the scholar must not lose his promise. Please, the abbot, look through the sword manual!"

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Wuxi City is a famous historical city. Since the Spring and Autumn Period of Yue State, successive dynasties have attached great importance to Wuxi.

Wuxi has convenient transportation and is close to Taihu Lake. It is a land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River.Songhe Tower is located in Wuxi City and is the most famous restaurant in Wuxi City.Songhe Tower is an old store. The signboard at the entrance has been smoked into a black mass due to the age, but the three gilt characters of "Songhe Tower" on the signboard are shining, forming a sharp contrast.

When eating, the sound of cooks' knives and spoons and the waiter's yelling in the restaurant rang together, and the smell of wine and meat spread out from the building, attracting people from all walks of life.

On this day, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes outside the restaurant. The waiter of the restaurant looked up and saw a man and two women, followed by two black horses slowly coming.

Although there are many waiters, it is rare to see such a handsome dark horse. Dressed up as a male scholar, one woman is "Qiu Jiu San" with a woman's hair in a bun, and the other is a little girl.

The waiter hurriedly went out to say hello, although the visitor was dressed as a scholar, he was generous, the waiter liked this kind of person the most, he was both easy to serve and generous.These three people are naturally Bai Ziyang, his wife and his disciple Zhong Ling.

The waiter quickly led the horse to the side and tied it up, and led the two of them upstairs.

"Brother-in-law, sister Mu, let's eat here, Ling'er goes upstairs to order first!" Zhong Ling ran up and down, and found a seat by the window with a view of Wuxi's beautiful scenery.

Mu Wanqing asked: "Lang Jun, Wuxi City is so big, why did you bring me here?"

Bai Ziyang said, "Let's see if we can meet someone."

Girl Zhong Ling ordered a lot of food, and then interjected: "Who is brother-in-law waiting for?"

"North Qiaofeng!"

Mu Wanqing was surprised and said: "Although Qiao Feng is famous, it has nothing to do with us, right? What is Lang Jun waiting for him?"

Bai Ziyang said with a smile: "Wan'er, the only person in this world I've ever seen before is him, how can I not see him!"

Mu Wanqing said gruffly: "Mr. Lang has always regarded himself very highly. He admires Qiao Feng so much, it seems that Qiao Feng really has something special!"

"Brother-in-law, is it because Qiao Feng is good at martial arts?" Zhong Ling carried her brother-in-law's qixuanqin on her back, and put it away carefully, knowing that her brother-in-law is someone who cherishes it.

Bai Ziyang said: "It's true that his palm skills are good, but I just admire him as a human being. Maybe there is only the old Shaolin monk's martial arts in this world. I'm looking forward to it."

While the two were talking, a lot of people came to the restaurant one after another, but they heard a faint voice from the left: "Alas... a young man in the Jianghu, I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is. Arrogant and ignorant, if this continues , at least being taught a lesson, and at worst... a bowl of Mengpo soup is indispensable for Naihe Bridge."

The person who spoke was wearing an iron blue Confucian robe, about fifty years old, and his eyes were squinted, as if reading too much had damaged his eyesight.

Zhong Ling just stared wide-eyed and wanted to choke back, but when he saw his junior brother Yue Laosan walking up, his face changed suddenly.

"That tortoise bastard dares to say that about Master Laozi." Yue Laosan roared in his broken voice, and some diners around him almost couldn't even hold the wine glasses and chopsticks in their hands.

Zhong Ling smiled and said, "Brother-in-law didn't say he would take you back."

Yue Laosan scratched his head and stopped entangled in this topic. In his mind, it would be a matter of time. He yelled at the old Confucian scholar: "You old boy just talked?"