Zen Strange Records

Chapter 32 Lost and found

It wasn't until the head flew several meters away that people saw clearly that there was a small scimitar in Ma Dongdong's hand. This scimitar was different from ordinary scimitars. The curvature was as exaggerated as a crescent moon and was extremely sharp. , just killed a person, but not a drop of blood was stained.

Why is the sense of déjà vu so serious?Ye Xiaosan shook his head, the girls on his side took the lead, but unfortunately, this not only failed to act as a deterrent, but instead suppressed the anger of the people in black, it wasn't just someone who shouted: "Revenge the boss!" They showed their weapons one after another, and killed the girl.

Although Ma Dongdong looks petite and weak, his strength is unexpectedly astonishing. Not only is the Gu technique unimaginable, but even the kung fu of this knife is amazing. I saw a small figure of a girl turning over in the dark forest Twirling, like a dancing butterfly, wherever it passes, the silver light of the scimitar is like a ribbon, passing by lightly, bringing out streaks of blood.

Ye Xiaosan swallowed secretly when he saw this. Fortunately, he turned his enemy into a friend with this girl in Iwaki before. Otherwise, he would definitely die miserably. In this world, it always feels like every woman is more powerful than the next. , there won’t be any female devils, female emperors, etc. in the future, right?
The fierce battle in the forest is in full swing, Ye Xiaosan is very leisurely here, probably thanks to the sentence "catch the living", the four men in black surrounded him from a distance, but they didn't make a move, Ye Xiaosan was secretly vigilant Looking at the four of them, they anxiously waited for news from the system.

Not long after, Kujiang's voice finally came: "The fusion is over, congratulations to the host for getting the Hundred Man scriptures (fragmented volumes)—Bite your claws fiercely, do you want to study?"

"Hundred Barbarians?" Ye Xiaosan was taken aback when he heard that, didn't he just lose it?How come the unremarkable martial arts such as Juehushou and Yinleg are fused into a high-end martial arts such as Baimanjing, so that I can't learn it immediately?

"That's not the case. The Hundred Man Sutra is not a simple method of inner strength and mentality, but includes many martial arts, all-encompassing. Just like the art of controlling Gu that you learned before, it is the most basic part of it. It is part of the Hundred Man Classics, but its essence is still a set of techniques, which can be learned immediately."

"Study now!" Since he could learn, Ye Xiaosan immediately chose to study without saying a word. Now it is the top priority, and there is no time to study it carefully. As he finished speaking, a familiar feeling came into his mind again. In the middle, it really succeeded!
————————— dividing line, dividing line ————————————

"It's you who's waiting for you!" Facing the sword qi coming head-on, Chan Master Wanxin was not surprised but delighted, and before he finished speaking, he saw his robe sleeves fluttering, and his whole body swelled up like an inflated balloon.

"Ha!" Suddenly, Zen Master Wanxin yelled loudly, his voice was like thunder, and the surrounding trees were rattled. With his yell, his swollen body was instantly discouraged and returned to normal, while the old monk's expression was It became strangely rosy, and at the same time, the astonishing sword energy had already struck in front of his eyes.

Zen Master Wanxin clasped his hands together, and suddenly spit out golden needles from his mouth. It turned out that just now, he had accumulated all the energy in his body and used his internal energy to guide the golden needles into the heart and lungs. , spit it out in one breath.

These dozens of golden needles, castrated rapidly, hit the lightsaber one after another, and the crisp impact sound of "Dangdangdang" came from the lightsaber one after another. Every time there was a sound, the sword energy of the lightsaber became weaker. After ten minutes, the sword aura was already dimmed. The old monk saw the timing and shot quickly. He clasped his hands together from both sides, clamping the sword aura with his bare hands.

With a crisp sound of "啪", the menacing sword energy was actually pinched off. All this seemed complicated, but in fact, it was only in an instant. With the breaking of the sword energy, the three talented swords fell to the ground one after another. Zhen Qingbai then snorted coldly: "There are some methods, but in the end it's the end of the battle."

"Hahaha, if it's the end of the crossbow, you'll know if you try it!" Zen Master Wanxin's complexion was ruddy, and his voice was loud, reaching his ears, which even made his ears buzzing.

Sima Yao took a step back in surprise, not sure if the old monk had really recovered his power, or if it was a flashback: "Could it be that this is also the magic of Phoenix Blood?"

Sima Yao, who believed in his heart that the old monk got the phoenix blood, became suspicious for a while, looking at the refreshed Wanxin, he was suspicious, but he refused to take it lightly.

"Tsk tsk, why, the move just now has exhausted all your skills?" Zen Master Wanxin, who had recovered to the original state, was still reluctant, and looked at Sima Yao, who was unable to advance or retreat, with a sarcasm: "I didn't blame you, young man People, men still have to last longer, look at me, the old monk, I am getting stronger with age, and the more I fight, the more courageous I am, come, come, let us fight for another [-] rounds!"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that there was something strange about the old monk's words. Sima Yao's face became gloomy and uncertain. The move just now could not have consumed all his inner strength, but he knew that he was not the opponent of the old monk. If the other party I have really recovered my skills. If I take action rashly again, I will definitely explain it here.

After a battle between heaven and man, Sima Yao gritted his teeth, and looked coldly at the proud old monk: "Hmph, old bald donkey, you are lucky, we will have a bright future!"

After all, if the three precious swords on the ground felt something, they uttered a sword cry in unison, and flew back into Sima Yao's scabbard. Immediately, Sima Yao turned and left in a hurry.

Yes, he dare not bet!Thinking about him, he is a majestic, four-star, three-talented emperor, with high position and authority, and a bright future, so how could he bet his life with this incomprehensible old monk? Anyway, Phoenix blood can't run away on him, so he has plenty of ways.

Silently watching Sima Yao run away in embarrassment, Zen Master Wanxin stood there with a smile on his face. His face also turned from red to white, and then to blue again, and he fell to the ground with a clang.

"Hmph, old bastard, let me compare my scheming with your grandpa Buddha. There is no honest person in my sect!" Wan Xin cursed a few times in a weak voice, then slumped down on the ground. He had just managed to hold on. Sima Yao was frightened away, but at this moment he had no strength at all. Under the ravages of the golden needle, the old monk had already run out of gas, his internal energy was in disorder, and he could not raise any strength.

"What kind of medicine did this old bastard take wrongly? Didn't he just beat you up? Why don't you die like this?" Zen Master Wanxin, who didn't know that he was ruthlessly tricked by his precious apprentice, muttered. I closed my eyes, and fell into a coma with the increasingly weak voice
After a long time, in the silent jungle, the sound of steady footsteps came again!
(End of this chapter)