What the Tianshan Tonglao practiced is the eight desolations and six, and I am the only one who respects me.

This martial art is not only extremely powerful, but also has a strange phenomenon of "rejuvenation and childishness" every thirty years.

When Tong Lao turned into a girl, even Boss Wu and others could not see any flaws, which was simply incredible.

Now the other party is automatically delivered to the door, how could Fang Ming let it go?

Therefore, looking at Tianshan Tong Lao's slightly anticipated eyes, Fang Ming smiled proudly: "Don't you believe it?"

A complex look appeared on Tong Lao's face.

There are countless medical scriptures in the Xiaoyao Sect, and even a mere four generations, Xue Muhua, who has only learned a little bit of fur, can get the nickname of "Evil of Hell" in the world. The Lingjiu Palace of Tonglao Tianshan also has countless books, various methods of changing hands, which seem incredible to outsiders, but in her opinion it is like a backhand pattern. If you study it a little, you will be able to master the medicine!

With her current perspective, if she could just come over to say that she could cure her stubborn disease, then Tianshan Tonglao's first reaction must be to slap the Six Yang Palm of Tianshan, and let this scammer go to the underworld to continue to deceive the ghosts!

But it was Duan Zhengchun who said this, so it was naturally different!

After all, Duan Zhengchun was only middle-aged at this time, but his martial arts were superb and he was vaguely the best in the world.

What's more, more than 20 years ago, Tianshan Tonglao knew that she was not Fang Ming's opponent.

With such a terrifying and terrifying martial arts, she always has to believe what she says.

"Whether it's OK, can't you know if Tong Lao Tzu tried it?"

Fang Ming smiled.

"Yes, I'm sorry you won't come to spend my grandma on purpose!" A figure flashed, and the Tianshan Tonglao had already stepped onto her shoulders: "Come on!"

"Well! Tong Lao's situation is better than I imagined. Maybe it's just a moment! Ding Chunqiu, please continue and set off!"

Fang Ming took his pulse and a smile appeared on his face.

Ding Chunqiu was so amnesty that he ordered the demons to set off. At this time, Fang Ming's original men and horses, the Lingjiu Palace Maids and his tribes became more powerful, and he was so powerful that he scared many heroes of the Central Plains.

There were even ignorant people who thought they had encountered a large army passing through, so they hid home, tightened the door panel, and shook in the quilt.

...

Such a big noise at the foot of the mountain naturally alarmed all the monks from Shaolin Temple.

In the Great Hall, Xuan Ci was polite with hundreds of heroes who came early or who escaped the blockade by chance. Suddenly, a monk from the guest rushed in and reported: "Qi Bi... Qi Bi Bi, abbot, outside... there are many people coming outside!"

Xuansheng frowned. This monk named Guest was a smart monk who only chose smart monks to serve as the role. He did not neglect guests from all directions. He had seen many scenes in history, but had never been so panic.

Xuan Ci knew something was different, so Gao Xuan yelled the Buddha's name and said loudly: "He is a guest from afar. No matter who comes, we will always be polite first and then soldiers." The monks said together: "Yes."

Xuanci said again: "Senior brothers and friends, let's go out and see what the person is coming?"

The heroes were already itchy and were waiting for his words. The young heroes with low generation and anxious temperament rushed out in a swarm. But the sound of ping-pong was endless. The Shaolin monk of the Hui generation, who was the master and uncle, sent out his weapons.

The four generations of Shaolin monks in Xuanhui Void each carried their weapons and lined out of the temple. As soon as they arrived at the gate of the mountain, they sent monks watching over the mountain to report the news: "The Dali Sword Saint Duan has arrived at the Banshan Pavilion and has brought many people!"

Xuan Ci nodded, walked to the stone road and looked down at the mountain, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. When the monks looked down, their eyes turned dark.

People! There are people everywhere! I saw dense crowds of people almost filled the entire Mid-mountain pavilion. At a glance, I was so dark that I could count at least five thousand.

"No wonder the monk was so scared. So many people were really hard to resist!"

Xuansheng is also a strong martial arts master among the Xuan generation, and he presided over the Arhat Formation, but at this time he felt very frightened.

But I knew that even though Shaolin had a large Arhat formation, the five hundred Arhats were besieged by ten times the enemy, and the result was very unpredictable.

At this time, I saw that the other party was in different costumes and looked weird, as if it was made up of several waves of people, and I felt a little relieved.

At that moment, the dantian of Qiyun shouted loudly: "Create the Arhat Formation!" Five hundred monks responded: "Create the Arhat Formation!" The red clothes flashed, gray shadows rolled, and the five hundred monks gathered in groups in the east and west, scattered all over the mountains and fields.

The heroes have long heard of the name of the Shaolin Sect’s Arhat Formation, but for more than a hundred years, the Shaolin Sect has never been used before outsiders. No one except the monks in this temple can meet them.

At this time, the monks' clothes were divided into colors, red or gray, yellow or black; their weapons were different, including swords, swords, sticks or shovels, and everyone ran like flying, and in an instant they surrounded the enemy invading in the core.

However, at this time, there were thousands of enemies, and they were full of courage. They were not afraid of the Shaolin Arhat Formation, but instead laughed loudly and invited the battle.

"I don't want to have so many Duan clan members in Dali!"

The heroes who could come naturally broke through the interception of Lingjiu Palace, but at this time the number of opponents increased by more than twice. Although the Arhat Formation was wonderful, the enemy was boundless, as if they were swallowing an elephant with a snake, and they couldn't help but worry in their hearts.

As early as after receiving Fang Ming's post, Xuan Ci summoned the monks of the Xuan generation to discuss. Everyone was at a loss when they thought of the Sword Saint Sword.

At that time, Xuanci said: "...We have inherited the robes and mantles of our ancestors. Today we are facing great difficulties. In my opinion, we should act according to the right path. We would rather be broken than to be a complete one. If everyone does their best to protect the reputation of Shaolin, it is the mercy of our Buddha and the legacy of our ancestors. If the demons are prosperous and the way is declining, I will protect the religion with my brothers and brothers and I will have a clear conscience and will not violate the principles of Buddhism. Shaolin Temple has benefited the world for thousands of years and has a deep good relationship. Even if it is temporarily frustrated, it will never be defeated and will never be restored."

The monks followed the orders at that time, and they all had the idea of ​​dying.

Although there are many enemies at this time, Xuan Ci has put life and death aside and said loudly: "Where is the leader of Dali Duan? I, Xuan Ci, is polite!"

At this time, he was still called Master Duan, so he naturally acted purely as a martial arts world, regardless of other noble identities.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the demons looked at me and I looked at you, and they all looked at the center of the shoulder. It must be where Zheng Chun was, but it was silent.

Xuanci was stunned, and then said aloud to the shoulder yu: "Shaolin Xuanci, I want to see the head of the Duan clan of Dali, and I hope the sword saint..."

"It's noisy, so annoying!"

The curtain on the shoulder carriage suddenly opened, and a red shadow flashed out, with the woman's sweet shout, pounced on Xuan Ci like lightning.

Xuan Ci was not confused when she was about to change, and her palms were closed. It was the starting style of the Vajra palm "respect for Tathagata". Her face looked amiable, but the belt of the monk's robe shot straight out to the left and right, which showed that this move contained extremely deep internal force.

The red shadow came so quickly. His jade hand stretched out, like a snow-capped plum blossom. When his little fingers flicked, Xuan Ci Muran felt a powerful force coming. His hands couldn't help but feel sore and numb. His chest stagnated, and he actually grabbed the acupoint with one move!

"Hehe, the little monk Xuanci doesn't know anything. Did the Lingmen not teach you that if you have something to do, do you have to wait respectfully?"

Hongying did not attack, but instead took two steps back, revealing a pretty face as bright as clouds and as beautiful as peaches and plums. Seeing that she was only twenty-five or six years old, she looked very arrogant, with the smell of relying on her seniority.

"It's the Lord!"

The women from all the Lingjiu Palace knelt down happily: "Congratulations to the Lord for his recovery!"

"Haha...forget it!"

Tianshan Tonglao touched her hands and feet, especially after comparing her height, her smile even more.

"Bold, dare to be rude to our abbot!"

The monks didn't know that the Tianshan Tong Lao almost took Xuan Ci's life just now, but when they saw that she, a girl, was so arrogant, they couldn't help but make noise.

"Amitabha, the female donor is very skilled in martial arts, and the little monk is ashamed of himself!" Xuan Ci's face was shocked and asked in a close question: "The female donor seems to recognize the little monk's master?"

"Hehe... I have a relationship with the Lingmen Zen Master. At that time, you were just a little novice monk who served tea and water!"

Grandma Tong smiled.

"You..." Xuan Ci's face showed a look of surprise and doubt. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed and she shouted: "You...you are the heaven..."

"Just as long as you know!"

Tianshan Tonglao said: "I owe that kid a favor, and I'm afraid I'll have to find it back today..."

...

Within the carriage of his shoulders, Fang Ming played with a wisp of true energy on his hand, his eyebrows tightened, and he was thinking hard.

It is naturally not difficult to treat Tonglao in Tianshan. He even used the other party's life-long magical skills to see through the eight wildernesses and changes, and fixed Tonglao's appearance to his twenties.

"This true qi can make people stay in a state of eternity, so it is called 'Changchun true qi'!"

Fang Ming was twisting the biggest gain this time, but his face was stunned.

Although this true energy can keep the face and never grow old, it is a pity that it is only external. For example, the current Tonglao looks just as old as the outside, but her life span is actually not a few years old. In other words, only the achievements of "Changchun" and no "unage".

But even so, Fang Ming was very sure that as long as a female warrior knew about it, he would probably go crazy about it.

Even though the main world also has martial arts to keep the face alive, for example, Taoist Liuyun is still young when he is hundreds of years old, but his cultivation conditions are very harsh, and they vary from person to person. They can only maintain their face forever and cannot be rejuvenated.

For example, Taoist Liuyun is still the one who achieved great success in his magical power at the age of fifty, he will only look like a middle-aged man in the future. Although he is not old, he will not return to his youth.

But this "Changchun true energy" has the effect of rejuvenating the old age.

Even if you are old and old, you can still restore your youthful and beautiful appearance. Even if you only have the appearance, it is enough to make you crazy!
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