Yang Si cut off his life on the spot, which was equivalent to being killed with one move.

Many people turned their eyes to the head of the sect, their expressions were a little complicated. Yang Si's physical condition was simply unable to take action. The head of the sect simply asked Yang Si to die. For the Qingcheng Sect, this outer disciple had no credit and had a lot of work, and it also had a great effect. It was a pity to die.

Taoist Priest Changqing narrowed his eyes slightly. He stood at different positions and thought about problems. Xia Chong couldn't talk to Bing. He was probably only a few old guys watching the battle on the roof of the Taoist temple on the side.

Five elderly Taoist priests stood on the roof in the wind, respecting an old guy with white hair and beard in the middle, looking down at the bottom with a calm eyes.

If you just look at your old age, it will be incredible how these five old guys climbed up.

When Xuan Qiu saw the other party passing by in the air, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He turned around and shook his Taoist robe, and the newly restrained cow hair needle shot out again.

Lin Zixian grabbed Yang Si's neck sideways, and all the Niu Mao needles hit Yang Si's body. He raised his knee and hit Yang Si's spine with a "click". Yang Si's torn throat exploded and spit out a pool of blood again, and he flew out.

Xuan Qiu hugged Yang Si and took his arms and looked at his injuries. He immediately knew that there was no help.

Yang Si tightened his sleeves, hysterically but couldn't make any sound. Only the torn holes on his neck were bleeding, revealing a hint of begging to save me.

Xuan Qiu stared at Lin Zixian. The achievements of warriors need to be accumulated through time. It is really not easy to cultivate a few promising disciples. Seeing the other party forcibly rushing into the mountains and killing people, his disciples have obviously been reimbursed, which is equivalent to cutting off his wings.

His arm shook. Yang Si fell to the ground and twitched continuously.

Hua Linglong, leaning under the telephone pole, bit her lips tightly. The man finally fulfilled his promise and helped him avenge his father's death. Hua Linglong burst into tears in an instant. In the spirit in heaven who silently comforted his father...

For Lin Zixian, helping Hua Linglong take revenge is only one of the reasons, and fighting with Xuan Qiu is the key. Since the leader of the sect dares to let Xuan Qiu settle his relationship with him, Xuan Qiu must not be simple either.

Lin Zixian couldn't figure out the depth of Xuan Qiu. If the two of them were in a stalemate, Yang Si would come at a critical moment and take his life. So he had to get rid of Yang Si's uncertainty, so he could fight Xuan Qiu with peace of mind.

The two of them had a flash of eyes and they came towards each other almost at the same time. The two figures were like tigers and each showed a palm to test the depth of each other.

"Pa" the two of them faced their palms. They were shocked a few steps back at the same time. Lin Zixian obviously took two more steps back than Xuan Qiu, and his skills were obviously not as good as those of the other party.

Hua Linglong under the telephone pole suddenly felt her heart in her throat.

Taoist Master Changqing nodded slightly. This disciple finally did not disappoint himself.

Xuan Qiu smiled grimly and found that the so-called Caesar was nothing more than that. He bounced up with a bounce and kicked out his dazzling foot shadows in front of him, covering Lin Zixian's whole body.

Lin Zixian stroked his hand around his waist, and several cow hair needles were shot out of his hand.

The shadowless magic feet stood on the ground. Xuan Qiu closed his feet in the air, and the Taoist robe dragged in his hand was to prevent the opponent's hidden weapons, shaking his arms out. The tail end was stirred like an umbrella, and he "popping" to collect all the cow hair needles.

The Taoist robe shook his hand again in his hand. He immediately twisted it into a cloth stick and smashed it to Lin Zixian's head.

When external kung fu is used to tie cloth into sticks, hydraulic power must be used. internal kung fu can directly drive cloth into sticks, and it is more powerful. This is the difference between the two.

Lin Zixian quickly avoided it, and the shadow of the stick passed by. The stone slabs were suddenly broken into pieces when they were standing just now, shaking up a cloud of dust.

"I see when you can hide." Xuan Qiu smiled grimly, his toes were scattered, and he followed Lin Zixian like an almost flowing elegance.

The stick moves with you, waves close to you, taps, inserts, sweeps, picks, throws, sometimes soft and sometimes hard, and can also turn around and attack, protecting the body and attacking the enemy.

The sticks were like the thunderous thunder, forcing Lin Zixian to avoid it again and again, and almost no chance to take action.

"Okay!" A group of Qingcheng disciples applauded, and they sincerely praised this exquisite cloth stick.

Taoist Master Changqing put his hands on his abdomen, and began to show his calm expression. He nodded slightly from time to time. This disciple also gave him a face.

Lin Zixian, who was moving and dodging, was secretly shocked. He had heard Lin Bao comment on martial arts in the world. The Qingcheng School was good at using Songfeng sword technique, Heart-breaking Palm and Shadowless Phantom Foot. He had never heard of it and was also proficient in stick techniques, especially this cloth stick that was difficult to practice.

After a fight, Lin Zixian vaguely saw the shadow of Shaolin stick technique from it, and couldn't help but exclaim that it was said that the world's martial arts came from Shaolin, and it seemed that it was not unreasonable.

Lin Bao once told him that in the martial arts world, basically all sects have famous skills, such as fists, feet, palms, swords, etc. Only Shaolin martial arts is not the strongest, but it is the most profound, just like a treasure house of martial arts.

Shaolin is not famous for any single martial arts, but it is available in all sects, and Shaolin has them. Fist, foot, finger, sword, gun, sword, stick, and martial arts from head to toe, as well as the martial arts of various cold weapons. They all have classics left behind. You can find any martial arts you want to practice. As long as you are willing to spend hard work to practice, any one of them can become your unique skill.

But it is precisely because Shaolin martial arts are too profound that no one can practice all the unique skills of Shaolin, and a person's lifespan and energy are always limited.

Most people think that "the world's martial arts come from Shaolin" means that the best Shaolin martial arts is, which is actually a misunderstanding. There is no best martial arts in the world, only better martial arts, and the strength of kung fu varies from person to person. The real meaning is that Shaolin Kung fu has the widest range of involvement.

Lin Zixian has been abroad for so many years. In the past, he used to just listen to Lin Bao's talks on paper. Today, he has personally experienced the extraordinary significance of the senior sects in China.

In foreign countries, the traces of keeping up with the times are too deep. He was able to make the reputation of Caesar in the underground world. It was not entirely due to how good it was to kung fu. He didn't even have the opportunity to show all his knowledge in front of guns and cannons, but to rely on his wide connections.

The same is true for the three kings' lamplight and Butte. There are even fewer people in the first family to play fists and kicks.

Because everyone knows that flesh and blood cannot compete with heat weapons.

Lin Zixian only realized today that he was a little arrogant, no wonder he suffered a loss.

I had previously felt disdainful of the old stubborn people in Qingcheng using swords and swords to fight against hot weapons, but at this time I felt awe in my heart. It was precisely because of these old stubborn people who use fists and feet as the fundamental way to maintain the existence of a sect, and martial arts inheritance can be continuously passed on.

After understanding the routine of Xuanqiu cloth stick, Lin Zixian became a little excited. It turned out that China was the place where he truly allowed him to show what he learned and keep improving.

It should be noted that the martial arts inheritance of his White Lotus Sect is not a vegetarian. Otherwise, he would not dare to know that there is a tiger in the mountain and travel towards the tiger mountain, so he naturally has some support.

The internal force of the body accelerated and instantly reached all limbs and bones.

Hua Linglong, who was biting his lip and heartbroken under the telephone pole, suddenly saw Lin Zixian's footsteps chaotic, and his figure floated like a shadow. As he jumped and dodged, his figure was like wisps of blue smoke, making it difficult to tell the truth.

The White Lotus Sect’s true martial arts teachings, and the cigarettes are floating!

On the roof of the Taoist temple, the old man with white hair and cold eyes watched the battle, his eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were full of light, staring at the swaying body movement.

An old woman next to him who was slightly hunched around him turned around and asked, "Master, my disciple is clumsy and has never seen such a body technique. Could it be that this is the true martial arts of the mysterious White Lotus Sect?"

The old man with white hair and hair flashed his eyes and said, "I don't know if it is the true martial arts of the White Lotus Sect, but more than a hundred years ago, when I was in high spirits, I had fought with someone. He used this body technique, which was very strange and difficult to deal with. The disciples of Changqing were afraid that they would be in trouble."

The four elderly old guys on both sides looked at each other. More than a hundred years ago, wasn’t that still in the Qing Dynasty?

Lin Zixian kept dodging and avoiding his figure, and began to bully the stick shadow and began to fight back.

Xuan Qiu was shocked, and suddenly the shadow of the stick was like a gust of wind, angry everywhere, but was repeatedly forced to protect his body and defend him by the erratic figure.

"Save it!" Lin Zixian's fierce fighting spirit sounded.

Xuanqiu's wrist suddenly hurt into his bones. Lin Zixian's five fingers had locked his wrist and twisted it violently, and he was about to forcefully break his wrist.

The cloth stick couldn't hold it any longer and flew into the sky. As soon as the force faded, it immediately stretched out into the air and turned into the Taoist robe.

Xuan Qiu's cultivation and reaction speed are not comparable to Feng Lan's.

Seeing that the other party was about to break his wrist, he turned over and removed the twisting force in the direction of his movement, and kicked out a series of phantoms in the air.

The shadowless phantom foot attacked against Lin Zixian's face and chest.

Lin Zixian had to let go of his tight wrists, kicked his feet on the ground, and quickly floated backwards. His skills reached his whole body, and he was as light as a swallow.

This series of confrontations made a group of junior disciples of the Qingcheng Sect dazzled, and both sides of the battle fought back.

They advocate martial arts and take pride in martial arts, which is also the reason why they joined the Qingcheng School and became Taoist priests.

Lin Zixian's strange body skills and Xuanqiu's adaptability made them fascinated by their experts. They couldn't help but ask themselves how they would resolve it if they were Xuanqiu?

Hua Linglong's little three-legged cat skill is still hard to see, and she is only dazzled by the sight of what happened just now.

Taoist Priest Changqing's eyes began to become solemn.

As soon as the two fighting separated, Xuan Qiu swung his painful wrist and choked, he pulled out the sword on his waist.

He chased after his toes, and the sword was sent out, and the sword led the person away. A cold light chased Lin Zixian. When his wrist trembled, the tip of the sword instantly reproduced, just like hundreds of poisonous snakes spitting out letters and biting Lin Zixian's whole body.

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