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Chapter 13 In a critical moment, Fang showed his true colors as a monk
"What a coincidence! We met again! The desert judge and... this little brother!", it is rare to be in a happy mood, and Tuotuo, who has always been serious, has a dimpled face, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. will forget to draw out his silver chain sword slowly;

"It's you!" Judge Da Mo subconsciously glanced at the scar on his waist. The scar was still warning him that this woman was a very dangerous person. It was indisputable that he was completely at a disadvantage in the last contest with her. If it weren't for the last dangerous move, whether he could get out of his body is another matter;

Han Wen withdrew, slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, let out a foul breath: "Leave them at all costs! Capture them alive! Otherwise, we will be shot into a hornet's nest by the Shenji camp outside! Shutong! Mei Niang Prepare to assist the judge in the desert to deal with the enemy! Baldheaded, firecrackers, and lead people to place gunpowder bombs around, if we don't survive, no one will feel better! Blow him up here!"

"What about me?" Monk Xuan Ye looked over with a smile, and Han Mou slapped his bald head angrily: "Bald donkey, don't make trouble... I really didn't expect such a dignified court. The fourth-rank member turned out to be a master of martial arts, and what I didn't expect was that...you have colluded with Prince Qing a long time ago!"

"There are still many things you don't know!" Ma Ming changed his usual image of a literati, lifted the skirt of his robe, and tightened the belt around his waist. Stretching out his right leg and right hand, flicking his wrist, looks very comfortable?
"The internal boxing method, Emei Mianzhang? It's really rare! It doesn't take more than [-] years of kung fu to learn it! It seems that it is already at the level of entering the room! I really want to sigh, Mr. Ma is not only good at reading, but also very good at martial arts. It’s great, but it’s a pity that it’s not used in the right place!”;
Han Wen narrowed his eyes. He had seen the starting moves of this routine in the atlas given to him by the Desert Judge. They were just the names of some martial arts, and some matched the starting moves. After all, they were all martial arts that were not spread to outsiders. , it is already very good to have a picture of the starting hand;
"Good eyesight! Kid! Have you ever heard of the 'Legend of the Human Stick'? Give you back your words!" from Korean

"Let's see if it's your Emei Cotton Palm or my Broken Heart Palm!", Hu Meiniang scolded coquettishly, her skirt swiped, she turned around, and greeted her with palms up!Broken Heart Palm is strong and powerful, even without the matching internal skills and mental skills, it should not be underestimated if only relying on external skills;

The howling wind made Ma Ming secretly call for the police, his arms changed faster, and did not directly collide with Hu Meiniang, and brought out the flexibility and toughness of the soft palm to the extreme, like a tiger rushing to prey, continuously pressing against Hu Meiniang with speed. Hu Meiniang accepts;
Emei Cotton Palm has been practiced to a high level, it moves like cotton, with continuous movements, advances like a tiger rushing for food, and retreats like a baby swallow returning to its nest. It is obvious that Ma Ming has mastered the three flavors, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary people. He is really a genius!You must know that he spent most of his life studying and earning money, and rarely practiced this martial art;
Tuotuo was neither appreciative nor surprised by his performance. It was very dull. Obviously, she knew it. The silver chain sword swung like a scorpion's tail. Tuotuo tilted his neck, relaxed his muscles and bones, and swayed his body. Bounced up three feet high, the silver chain sword suddenly thrust out and stretched automatically, stabbing towards the desert judge as quickly as a poisonous snake!
"Scholar! Help me!" Judge Da Mo understood that if he couldn't get rid of Tuotuo, or if he was knocked down by Tuotuo, then everyone would have to die. life!
"Shua—!", the scimitar came out of its sheath, the desert judge threw away the scabbard, twisted his hands, the scimitar split into two, and became two knives, and the hilts hit each other to form a huge dart. The silver-chained sword falling from the flint was about to stab him!
"Say!" With a crisp sound of gold and iron, Shutong held up a shield in front of Judge Da Mo. There was a small stainless steel shield on her left arm, which blocked the silver chain sword. Returning to put the small shield on his shoulder;
"Hey!", like a dragonfly touching water, the body of the book boy swayed, but the judge of the desert jumped more than a foot, and suddenly threw out the double-edged flying knife with his right hand, and launched a fierce attack at Tuotuo with a huge whistling sound!Fast and fierce!

Tuotuo bent back, dodged the flying knife, and stood up straight again as if there were roots taking root under his feet. The silver chain sword took action again, and went straight to the Desert Judge who had not yet landed on the ground. He had no way to borrow strength in the air, and the Desert Judge watched. When he was about to be hurt, the book boy appeared in front of him again, holding up his shield to greet him!
Suddenly feeling a whistling sound behind him, Tuotuo hurriedly turned sideways, put the silver chain sword in the past, "呵——!", a small wound bloomed on Tuotuo's waist, and the dark red blood slowly flowed down;

"Crack!", Judge Damo firmly grasped his scimitar!

Stained with a little blood, he looked at the two people in front of him appreciatively. This is called a tacit understanding. They trust each other very much and dare to rely on their lives. It's a pity... they must be killed!must!

"Haw——!" With a coquettish shout, Tuotuo stretched out his sword forward. The silver chain sword like a scorpion's tail retracted freely, extremely fast. The tacit cooperation between the desert judge and the book boy was safe for the time being. It also becomes more dangerous!

"嗖...", there seemed to be some kind of sound, I only saw a piece of clothing in the air, but I couldn't see anyone, the desert judge was a little dazed, but the book boy felt the danger, but now it was too late to take precautions, so he could only ···Stand up to welcome!
"呵——!", a bloody gash appeared on the book boy's arm, blood trickling;

"It's a seven-layer cicada! The judge of the desert is in danger!", Han Wen screamed, and said in a hateful voice: "Bald... get ready!"

"Understood! I'm fucked!", it wasn't the bald man who answered, but he was also a bald man, thinking that he had won a few ring scars than the bald man, but this guy was actually called - bald donkey!Great Monk Xuanye, the one who claims to be the Patriarch Uncle of Shaolin Temple in Songshan!
"Hold on a little longer! Master Monk, catch this bastard first!" The great monk's lazy eyes flashed, his arms shook, carrying a strong wind, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was at his waist At the moment, with the power under his feet, he bounced out quickly, just like a low-sweeping swallow!

"Dare to call yourself a martial arts genius after practicing a little bit of kung fu? Let me show you what it means to be a martial arts genius! Face to face with the monk! Are you going to arrest him?" With a loud shout, the great monk Xuan Ye seemed to have something invisible on his right hand. With such force, he struck out suddenly, and at this time he was still more than a foot away from Ma Ming: "Thousand-hand Tathagata palm!"

"Ah!", at least no one can do the thing of hurting people in the air, but the monk Xuan Ye's speed is too fast, it seems that he has not touched Ma Ming, and Ma Ming screams and flies out. His left arm hangs down feebly, and a trace of blood drips from the corner of his mouth. His appearance is miserable, and he is almost defeated with just one move!
"Little girl! Don't be so arrogant! Let's see how the monk will deal with you!", Shouting loudly, Monk Xuan Ye turned around and jumped out in one go, without the slightest sloppy look, this time he changed his starting gesture;

A big fist is stretched out in front of the head extremely arrogantly, ordinary and powerful, this is the simplification-King Kong Arhat Fist!Zhiyang Zhigang, invincible!Like Thousand Hand Tathagata Palm, it is one of Shaolin's 72 special skills!

Shaolin 72 stunts have changed a lot from ancient times to the present. Many stunts have lost their methods, and they will suffer from it after practicing. Therefore, they are constantly changing and adding some other skills to complete the number of 72 stunts. In fact, they are famous and decent. It's a good way to save face!
The book boy has been seriously injured, and the judge in the desert is not much better. There is a flying needle stuck in one leg. She is unique in the world, and she is vaguely the number one in the world, but today she met an unknown monk;
A fierce breath came, and Tuotuo forced the desert judge back. After a silent sound, a layer of cicada clothes faded off at an extremely fast speed. The great monk had already rushed to the front, and shouted: "Bro-!"

The seven-layer cicada clothes are made of special silk spit out by golden silkworms outside the Great Wall, which can withstand many sharp blade attacks and unload many powerful blows, but the power of the great monk is far beyond her imagination... Cicada The clothes are torn!Broken to pieces!

Judging from the cultivation of the seven-layer cicada clothes skill, absolute speed and special cicada clothes are required, especially the latter, which is very harsh. The golden silkworms are extremely rare, and the amount of silk produced is very small. I just made up the seven layers of cicada clothes. The 'seven' does not represent a specific number, but just a description. The seven layers are probably the limit that Tuotuo can control now;

Cultivation technique broken?As proud as he was, he was a little surprised, a flying needle flew out of his body, soundlessly and without a trace, however, the great monk strode tightly, closed his eyes, and didn't care. Rely on - Shaolin 72 golden bell cover!The flying needle fell to the ground!Did not pierce his black skin as thick as the bricks of the Great Wall;
"Hahaha! The apprentice of the nun of the Clean Clothes School, right? Go back and tell your master... well, I'm sorry, if you want to return to vulgarity, ask her if she can make do with me!", the great monk didn't care Said in a lungful manner, the thunder immediately knocked everyone down;

Originally, this guy was always boasting, no one would believe him, he was only a foodie and a second-hander who mixed food and drink, who would have thought that he could be so vigorous?This really broke everyone's common sense, and shattered the dog's eyes all over the ground;

"Damn it! Still want to run? Is being a monk blind to tricks?" The originally shy monk suddenly rushed out with a tiger roar, and he fell so drunk that he didn't know where he was going. heaven and earth;

In just a short time, the great monk performed four unique skills of the Shaolin school!This guy is the real martial arts master, a martial arts genius!No wonder the old abbot of Shaolin died begging for nothing to accept Xuan Ye, who was only a few years old at that time, as a disciple of Shaolin!What a brilliant vision!

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