boom!

The sound waves are empty, rumbling and shocking.

Blood qi swells, and snow turns into rain.

It seemed that there was a divine edge that was connected and divided into two halves. Yang Yu walked across the dragon, and he swept across several miles, waiting to stop.

The strong wind was pouring, and the rain that blew away the snowflakes, flying all over the sky.

"The Dragon Roar?!"

As the wind roared, the masters outside the moat couldn't help but retreat. Only the three monks of Dachan Temple stood like a mountain, but their movements couldn't help but slowed down.

This long roar was not enough to discourage the three of them.

However, looking at Yang Yu who was walking through the journey, the three of them had to be moved.

In the eyes of others, the person who comes may be just a huge momentum, but in their eyes, it is far more than that!

The technique of echoing sound waves is the roar of the dragon!

The golden light attached to the surface of his body is the indestructible body of the Vajra, and the technique of exerting force around his body during his steps actually contains the technique of Buddha casting an elephant!

This is not a specious thing, not a simple practice and rough understanding, but a essence!

And the person he mentioned was...

when!

when!

when!

The exhaust air waves meet and collide with the shadow of the golden bell, making a deafening sound of the bell. The bell waves echo and can be seen by the naked eye. Within ten miles, there is a strong wind surging.

"Master Yinyue?"

The old monk Xujing's palm was about to poke out was lowered, and suspicion and surprise flashed in his eyes.

The secret techniques of Dachan Temple have become famous all over the world. There are also many leaks in the past two thousand years.

However, not everyone can practice the martial arts of Buddhism. Not to mention outsiders, even disciples of different meridians cannot get the essence of it.

If you want to practice thoroughly, you must find the "trick" from the vast Buddhist scriptures.

The martial arts of the visitor obviously have the essence, but there seems to be no disciples who do not know the Buddha Yinyue…

"Where did you learn my magical skills and secret techniques of Dachan Temple?!"

Xu Jing felt suspicious, and the other two monks could no longer hold back and shouted loudly, unable to hide their shock and anger.

call!

The cold wind blew up Xuanyi, and Yang Yu looked around, his eyes swept across everyone, and fell on Zhang Xuanyi:

"The King of Northwest has a wide connection, so please get it even if you are the abbot of Dachan Temple."

Zhang Xuan didn't answer, and glanced at Lu Qingting who was stopping in the distance, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

Lu Qingting failed to reconcile, but he was not surprised. What surprised him was that Ma Longtu died and did not even leave any injuries to this person.

this……

"That thief!"

Seeing that he was not allowed, the two old monks became more and more frightened and were about to drink again, but they were called by Xu Jing. The shriveled and fleshless old monk's voice was scary and loud:

"I dare to ask the donor, where did I secretly learn the magical skills of my Dachan Temple?"

"The essence of Buddhist martial arts is mostly in Buddhist scriptures. If there is no word of mouth, who can learn it secretly?"

Yang Yu was not angry either, and said lightly:

"It was the personal propaganda of Bodhidharma."

"nonsense!"

The two monks were furious again, but the old monk Xujing remembered something and his eyes became fierce:

"In the illusion of Pingdu Mountain in Baizhou, is there really a Master Bodhidharma?!"

The King of Northwest had his own kindness to Dachan Temple, but he could come from all the way, so it was naturally not his letter.

It is the illusion of Pingdu Mountain that was circulated several years ago.

According to legend, in the illusion, there were traces of Fu Long, the ancestor of Bodhidharma, which caused the Buddhist sects to be excited. He could not send a message to him, so he personally took his own initiative.

At this moment, when Yang Yu said the four words "Bodhisattvasive Biography", he was not angry but happy, and his original intention of fighting was also faded.

"Pingdu Mountain Illusion?"

After hearing this, before Yang Yu could answer, Zhang Xuanyi's expression changed. Only then did he realize that this old monk was probably coming along the way.

Instead, come for help...

His face changed, and Yang Yu naturally saw it and couldn't help but smile:

"Yes, in Pingdu Mountain, Master Bodhidharma and Yang fell in love with him when they saw this, and once sat down to discuss the truth. These martial arts were also taught by him personally!"

"you!"

After hearing this, the two irritable old monks became skeptical and suddenly remembered the letter they received several years ago:

"You are, Yang Yu?!"

The two old monks, who were three hundred years younger, looked at each other and both took a breath.

At this moment, Yang Yu, who was sent in a letter a few years ago, was the same person as the one who was famous all over the world for the wanted order?!

This is by no means unexpected to them.

Apart from thousands of mountains and rivers, the message transmission is ultimately distorted. Moreover, the Yang Yu in the letter is a junior who has not even ignited a furnace.

The wanted order is a master who is extremely fierce.

In just a few years, who would have thought that these two people were the same person?!

"Amitabha."

The old monk Xujing clasped his hands together and went all the hostility:

"The donor has such a good fortune, I am really envious..."

Of course, he did not believe that Yang Yu, who had been in the past few years, was qualified to discuss the truth with Master Bodhidharma, but what he learned was so authentic, it was obvious that he had received the guidance of Master.

When the ancestors passed on their merits, the descendants naturally had no room for comment.

"Master Xujing!"

Seeing that the anger between the two men was reduced, Zhang Xuanyi finally couldn't help but speak in a deep voice:

"Don't listen to this person's nonsense! Who is the Grand Master Bodhidharma? How could he discuss the truth with a younger generation? This person is afraid that he had secretly learned the magical skills of Dachan Temple from other places..."

"Why can't you wait so impatient? Since I agreed to you, how could I turn against you?"

Xu Jing shook her head slightly and said bluntly:

"The prince is addicted to pleasure. Compared with thirty years ago, not only has his martial arts not improved, but he has also lost some of his demeanor..."

Not only Xu Jing, but even the other two old monks also heard the meaning of Zhang Xuan's words and felt a little dissatisfied.

"If you care, you will be confused, master, don't blame me."

Zhang Xuan breathed and almost blushed, but he couldn't get angry, so he had to press his anger and smiled bitterly:

"In the Dao City, there are thousands of people. If the city pass is occupied by thieves, it will be a tragedy on earth..."

"Old pig and dog! You deserve to say what kind of tragedy in the world!"

Before Zhang Xuan finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sneer. Yang Yu looked at him coldly, and his words were full of indifference:

"Zhang Yuanzhu's heroic life, why did he give birth to a beast like you who is inferior to a pig or a dog like you!"

"You dare to insult me!"

Zhang Xuan was furious, his true energy surged, and his aura was as bright as fire.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But immediately, the sound of the earthquake trembled over his long roar. Yang Yu stamped his feet, jumped around, and held his fist like the sun, pressing down and falling:

"How about insulting you?!"

boom!

He urged his fist to go to the sky, and his move was like a thunderstorm.

Unlike any warrior, Yang Yu, who has ten dragons and ten elephants and has almost no worries about lack of energy, never tests with others.

Take action, it is a final collision.

In history, if you fight with others, you will be far from defeated. If you win, you will be quick victory!

"It's too much!"

Zhang Xuan opened his hair and hair, Yu Guang glanced at Xu Jing, and saw that the latter was indifferent, so he gritted his teeth and acted.
To be continued...