The young man then sighed, "Master, even if I have mastered the Dragon Claw Hand, I can't block your finger!"

The monk smiled and said, "The clever moves can quickly improve your strength, but when you learn martial arts, the internal strength foundation is the most critical. You cannot force it. If you have to steadily and steadily, you must not make progress in your efforts."

The young man curled his lips, obviously very favored by the monk, "Master, if we had the Supreme Dragon-slaying Sword in the martial arts world, wouldn't we be able to dominate the world?"

Gao Qiang's ears shook, and he listened carefully to the conversation between the two people, and felt that they seemed to be chatting, but they didn't seem so simple.

"The dragon-slaying sword, alas, it has spread from the world. It is said that the sword has fallen into the sea with the Ming Cult's apologist, Xie Xun, the Golden Lion King of the Golden Lion King, and there will be no such magic weapon again."

The boy shook his head, "Master, you forgot that there is no Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword."

The monk nodded and shook his head, "You need to remember in the future that if you rely on these weapons, you will never be able to reach the real realm of martial arts in the future. For a real master, there is no difference between a branch and a sword of the Heavenly Reflexology."

Gao Qiang nodded secretly while listening. He kept speculating that at the end, Yang Guo had no difference between using a wooden sword and using a black iron sword. Maybe he had reached the state of having no sword in his hand and having a sword in his heart. In the end, he had no sword in his heart, which was really at the peak of martial arts.

Miejue's eyebrows slowly stood up. Although she sat with her back to the two of them, when she heard them coming in just now, she could hear from her steps that the old monk had great martial arts skills, and the young man behind her had a solid foundation, which was the martial arts of the Shaolin School.

Although she is cold, she has a natural ability to never forget the sound of passing by. But when she hears the sound, she does not recognize who the monk is. She feels strange in her heart. She doesn't know who this monk is. She will meet the four great monks. Now that she thinks, this monk's skill is inferior to the deceased Hunting, but far higher than the other three monks, and her steps are almost unaware. She secretly speculates that this monk is probably a little more powerful than herself.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. She had always had a lot of thought to make Emei beat Shaolin Wudang and become the largest sect in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, there was no particularly outstanding talent among the second generation of disciples under her. Seeing that this wish was in her hands, it was impossible to realize.

Shaolin has a strong foundation and has been passed down through many years. Many major sects in the martial arts world have lost their unique skills and then declined. Only Shaolin Temple has inherited the seventy-two unique skills, and has been incense. Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect was the first strange person who opened the door and established a sect to shake the past and present. At that age, everyone admired and admired the martial arts world. His seven disciples were also very good. Any of the seven heroes of Wudang are all well-known in the martial arts world.

Miejue was there and was inspired to think alone. The master and apprentice were still talking. Gao Qiang noticed that when they came in, they didn't seem to have a meal, as if they were just looking for a place to talk.

The monk explained the realm of martial arts. After nagging for a while, the young man refused to accept it: "Master, as you said, unless you are a powerful figure like Zhang Zhenren of Wudang, you will have the same Sword of the Heavenly Sword in your hand.

If someone else took the Yitian Sword, it would definitely have increased its strength. If a first-class master held the Yitian Sword, he would definitely be invincible in the world."

The monk smiled and said, "You are always obsessed with it. OK, I will let you see. Some people cannot make a climate even if they take the Yitian Sword. If the Yitian Sword is not sheathed, what is the difference between it and the broken copper and iron?"

The monk spoke, and his hand flicked his big sleeve, rolled up the Zen stick standing in the corner of the wall, but he didn't see him picking it up with his hands. He swung the sleeve of the robe, and buzzed! The Zen stick hit Miejue!

Mie Jue snorted coldly, and his body seemed to be stuck on a stool. He could not see his shoulders and waist moved. The stool was three feet wide. The stool was as powerful as thunder and hit the table. What kind of vegetable plate, rice bowl, steamed bun and clear soup were splattered everywhere, and a jingle sounded like a ball. How could the wooden table resist this attack? It immediately turned into debris.

When things started suddenly, Gao Qiang was shocked and could not move. He really didn't understand why this Shaolin monk who looked extraordinary and looked like a great monk suddenly took action to grab the sword? Didn't he just say "It's the same with a sword but no sword"?

Miejue's robe sleeves waved and pulled them around Gao Qiang's waist. Miejue's body was pulled back as if he was invisible. His other hand had already picked up the Yitian Sword from the table, and his five fingers firmly held the Yitian Sword, and the sword edge had not yet been unsheathed.

The monk failed to hit the second blow and then swept over. Gao Qiang watched him waving his Zen stick like a madman. The wind sounded, and his body was thin and energetic. He waved the Zen stick, one blow after another, and the speed became faster and faster, and his momentum was like a rainbow. One move was swept across, either vertically or slid or slanted, and he was full of breath, which was full of amazing skills. The wind scattered everywhere, and Gao Qiang was forced to faint in Vicious arms.

But he didn't know that this was the seventy-two-way mad wand technique, which was not a very clever wand technique, but since the name was called Crazy Demon, it would be like a mad demon, and it would be like a mad demon, as if it was crazy, and what he wanted was this courageous momentum, and he would strike together without leaving any way out.

The monk was a top-notch master. When he used this stick technique, his aura gradually increased. Even Master Miejue had to avoid his attack for the momentum for the time being and dare not fight head-on, unless there was a master who had a better internal strength than him. When he could use a head-on blow, he would stop all the attacks behind him. If not, being hit by a stick would be enough to kill him.

Miejue, with Gao Qiang, kept dodging the monk's aggressive attack. The sword in his hand really had no time to unsheathed. Her face was calm, but her heart sank.

The seventy-two-way crazy wand technique has so many advantages and obvious disadvantages. It is that the storm cannot last long and is exhausted. That is, it is the time for her sword to come out and break the Zen stick. But the monk's stick in front of her is stable but not stopping, crazy but not messy. Mie Jue frowned and thought, I really don't know how she had such a skill?

It turned out that this monk had another adventure and had seen a martial art. It was the Sakyamuni Elephant-throwing technique of Tianzhu, which was to throw a flying stone. He only needed a full blow, and then quickly followed, and the attack gradually deepened. Later, the launcher only needed to control the direction, and the stone would carry tens of millions of kilograms of strength, which was truly unrivaled.

When the Indian master Nemo Xing used such martial arts, even the Golden Wheel Dharma King had to avoid it. What's more, the monk's martial arts skills were far higher than that of Nemo Xing, and this road staff technique was truly unparalleled.

He combined this martial arts into the Crazy Wand Technique, so it seemed that he could exert force. In fact, except for the dozens of sticks that used force, he was relaxed and comfortable behind it. He only controlled the direction of the Zen Staff and the powerful force inside. This was actually an art of extremely high balanced power. If the internal strength was not enough, the Zen Staff would probably have to beat himself to the ground and blood.

The two masters, one advances and the other goes back, the monk's apprentice, the beautiful boy, stood aside and watched with great difficulty. Gao Qiang was huddled in Miejue's arms, but he felt the strong wind in front of him, and he screamed in his heart: Even if he doesn't beat me to death, he will have to suffocate me to death!

The other customers in the store had long dispersed. Everyone saw such a thick steel Zen Staff and waved it all the way. Tables, chairs, wooden plates and plates were flying all over the sky. The thick and long Zen Staff may not necessarily rub against anyone. If they were hit, they would end up with broken bones and tendons. At that moment, one of them ran faster than the other. Even the waiter was so scared that he ran away and disappeared.

Mie Jue saw that the monk danced his staff endlessly, and he danced further downwards, and his momentum became stronger. He probably wouldn't be sure to win. His body speed suddenly accelerated, and he took a small step back. He took this opportunity and secretly spitted his left hand. Gao Qiang felt that he flew out like a cloud and a fog. Then he fell to the ground. He really tried the famous move that was popular all over the country - dog gnawing mud.

His lower lip was broken, and blood was flowing out. He didn't know which table he had stuffed a piece of meat that fell from. Fortunately, his hands didn't press any residue. Several parts of his body were hit by the broken wooden pieces of the table and chair, which was really painful.

When he barely got up, he turned around and watched Master Mie Jue wave the unsheathed sword, lifted his chest flat, and instead of retreating, he suddenly stabbed straight! He stabbed directly at the monk's chest, regardless of the whistling shadow of the stick in front of him!

The monk shouted like a thunder! It was like a thunderous thunder exploded in the air!

The Zen Staff in his hand suddenly turned from thousands of shadows into one, and the extreme movement turned into extreme static, and then he went straight to the middle and slashed down.

bass!

With a gentle sound! The unsheathed sword flashed with a faint green light, and then it split the steel Zen staff from top to bottom. Since the Zen staff was broken, the mad wand technique could not be used. The monk quickly shrank his hand and jumped backward. He felt the cold wind in front of him, and was rubbed by the sword energy of the Sky Sword. His sleeves were broken into dozens of pieces, flying in the air like gray butterflies, revealing his bare arms, and his fine white skin was well maintained.

He retreated, and Mie Jue did not pursue him. He took five or six steps back, and turned his right hand. The Yitian Sword was penetrated into the sleeve of the robe. He didn't know how to teleport in the wide robe sleeve, so he turned to the left hand. The Yitian Sword has not yet been sheathed.

The two looked at each other and spoke silently.

Miejue suddenly said, "Little kid, go run for your own life, I don't care about you anymore!"

Gao Qiang was frightened when he heard this. He knew that although this old nun was as frugal as gold, he never said lies. He had never seen her say a false statement on the way. She had brought herself out of the royal palace and even did not hide her identity as the head of Emei in front of him. Naturally, she wanted to send herself to Wudang.

Now, she actually wanted to escape by herself, and obviously the situation was very bad.

The monk still looked kind-hearted, but Gao Qiang thought this guy was sinister and cunning, and secretly reminded himself: White hair may not be a good thing, you must pay attention! Then isn’t Ding Chunqiu an example? You can’t be careless!

The monk never glanced at Gao Qiang, but said in a deep voice: "Catch him!"

The beautiful boy bowed, "Yes, master!"

He stretched out his ten fingers and walked towards Gao Qiang.

If it were another ordinary child, such as Zhang Wuji, he would definitely wonder if I wanted to stay or be loyal, and why are I going side by side!

But Gao Qiang is not an ordinary child. He is a modern man from later generations. All kinds of thoughts in his mind are turning rapidly. Miejue is holding the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and is a top-notch master. Most people can't stop him. Even this Shaolin monk has also cut off his Zen stick with one sword?

Then it must be because of herself. If Miejue takes care of herself, it will definitely be a big burden. So Miejue's meaning is very obvious, that is, she will escape alone to make a living, and she will be able to move forward and retreat freely, so that she will not be threatened.

Gao Qiang didn't hesitate. Seeing the boy coming, although he had lost his skills, his moves were still there, and his body's foundation was also there. He turned over and jumped onto the windowsill, jumped onto the horse, and waved a small scimitar on his waist, and cut off the reins and wanted to escape.

The young man was about to go forward to pursue him. With a wave of Mie Jue Yitian's sword sheath, a wind force rushed over, and he staggered back. However, the young man was really serious, his steps were retreating without any chaotic. With his hands raised, three plum blossom darts flew out and headed straight for Gao Qiang's back. The plum blossom dart was black and shiny, and it was faintly flashing with blue light. It was obviously the poisonous ones on it.

Miejue raised his sword again, trying to stop these poisonous darts. The monk opposite him called the Buddha's name and pointed at him. Before he could reach his finger, a cold and cold air came to his face. Miejue did not dare to be careless, so he could only use his mysterious skills silently and raise his sword to block it. The three darts flew out, and then heard Gao Qiang's scream, and the horse also cried sadly, but the horse's hooves were gushing, after all, they ran away.

Mie Jue didn't care about Gao Qiang, and felt the finger force of the other monk hit the scabbard from the air. Mie Jue was shocked, holding the scabbard with both hands, feeling the biting cold ice coming from the scabbard. She secretly lucked that she pushed the air conditioner out of her body. Despite this, the air conditioner was only in her body for a moment, and she felt half of her body numb.

She then stepped back, and suddenly stood up and shouted, "Who is it! Leave a name! Your step is from Shaolin, your disciple's plum blossom dart is from Shaolin, but does Shaolin Temple have such vicious internal power? Is there such poisonous darts?"

Mie Jue spoke, and in his body, the Emei Nine Yang Gong was used, and his internal force wandered around his whole body. A warm air flow drove all the air conditioner out, and he did not dare to be careless. She just had the first strike, relying on the sharp edge of the Yitian Divine Sword, accidentally cut off the other party's Zen Staff, but the monk was just afraid of the sharp edge of the sword and retreated three points to avoid it. However, she could not defeat the opponent's strong internal force, and she took five or six steps back. At that time, her whole body still had a faint pain, which scared herself.

She was 40 years old and had achieved great martial arts skills. From then on, she had never had more than ten moves in the world and had fought with others. She thought that if she looked at the world, she might have to beat her martial arts. In addition, there were probably no more than ten people in the world who could compete with her kung fu, and she could surpass her. I really don’t know if there were three or four people.

Unexpectedly, the monk's internal strength would be slightly better than him today. If it weren't for the Yitian Sword in his hand, he would have suffered a loss with just one move. Mie Jue secretly put away his pride and stared at the other party cautiously.

The monk waved his hand, and his originally cool moves, because his sleeves were cut off by the Yitian Sword, and his bare arms were waving, which made him look funny. His disciple knew the master's intentions, turned over and went out, rode Master Miejue's horse, and went straight to chase Gao Qiang.
Chapter completed!