The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

Is Jiang Fu a friend?When he just came out of the forbidden area, Xiao Xun actually didn't really regard Jiang Fu as a friend, at most he regarded him as Dao Chen's friend.

That is...a friend of a friend.

however…

The Three Absolute Demon Monarch Bing Jie, the three of them seem to have become friends after drinking for half an evening.

After dinner.

Xiao Xun was still in this room, Chen Ziping and Tie Zhuiri rented two other rooms to live in.

"I have made it clear, and I am still watching me. What exactly does this old monk want to do?"

Sitting by the bed, Xiao Xun sensed the old monk hundreds of meters away, feeling somewhat gloomy in his heart.

Anyone who is watched like this will feel depressed even in the best mood.

"Forget it, let's just monitor, at worst, I will treat you as a bodyguard."

Xiao Xun let out a breath, and tried to untie the loincloth tentatively. Seeing no special reaction from the old monk, he continued to take off the monk's clothes, went to bed and lay down, thinking about putting on the new clothes directly in the morning.

It is the twelfth lunar month, the days are short and the nights are long.

It was getting dark very quickly.

Under the night.

Two swordsmen in black walked into the town.

After a while.

The two came outside the Qingping Inn.

"Is this it?" asked the black-clothed swordsman who was about forty years old, his eyes were cold and there was no warmth.

"This is room B on the second floor."

The younger black-clothed swordsman said, with a cold edge flashing in his eyes, like a sword.

In the sword gate of Wushuang City, the ancient sword is worried.

Another black-clothed swordsman is his uncle, Zheng Qing, No. 23 on the list, known as the 'Little Sword God'.

The two walked into the lobby of the inn, and Xiao Er came out to say hello.

"Warm a pot of wine." Zheng Qing ordered.

"Okay." Xiao Er replied, and walked towards the back kitchen.

moment.

Xiao Er brought a jug of warm wine and two wine glasses.

Gu Jianchou picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine for his uncle Zheng Qing, and there was a faint heat in the wine glass.

"Drinking warm wine should warm the sword with blood."

Zheng Qing picked up the wine glass, took a sip, put down the wine glass, got up and went upstairs.

"Uncle Master, it's hard to keep alive." Gu Jianchou drank the warm wine lightly, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

Haven't gotten Shadow Chaser yet.

A hundred feet away from the inn.

"Wu Shuang City, Jianmen."

A deep look flashed in the old monk's eyes, but his figure did not move.

On the second floor of the inn, Room B.

on the bed.

Xiao Xun opened his eyes.

The door opened silently, and the walls around the room were full of sword energy.

This scene is inexplicably familiar.

Five years ago, when Gu Wansheng found Xiao Xun's meditation room, he filled the walls of the room with black evil energy, which was able to block the sound and breath in the room. "Even if you are weak, I will give you a chance to fight." Zheng Qing walked into the room slowly and said sternly. "Then thank you."

Xiao Xun sat up, thanked him, put on his monk's shoes, stood up and held the copper stick beside the bed.

"Can I ask another question?" Xiao Xun looked at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing said: "I have a glass of warm wine below, the temperature of the wine is higher than your blood, you still have time." Xiao Xun smiled.

Is this imitating 'Warming Wine and Cutting Huaxiong'?

Unfortunately, you are not Guan Yu, and I am not Hua Xiong!

"I have no grievances with you, will you feel a psychological burden if you come to kill me?"

Chapter 200 Have you ever seen a fist the size of a sandbag?

"I have no grievances with you, will you feel a psychological burden if you come to kill me?"

Xiao Xun looked at Zheng Qing and asked.

The person in front of him, who came here with Gu Jianchou, was obviously out for Gu Jianchou.

Zheng Qing smiled.

"The monk is innocent." Zheng Qing drew out his long sword, waved it lightly, a flash of sword light shone, and said with a smile, "Do you know how many people I have killed with this sword?"

Xiao Xun sniffed lightly, shook his head and said: "You love this sword very much, you should wash the sword specially after killing people, the smell of blood on the sword is very light."

"You are the first thousand and three hundred and sixty three." Zheng Qing said lightly, "If you still have a psychological burden to kill, you should kill pigs instead!"

"More than 300, it seems that you have quite a lot of enemies." Xiao Xun whispered, unable to calm down.

Is this the rivers and lakes?

A swordsman who appeared inexplicably killed more than 1000 people!

"You are wrong." The corner of Zheng Qing's mouth curled up with a meaningful and cold arc, "I have no enemies."

Xiao Xun's eyes narrowed.

Killed so many people and still have no enemies?

Cut the weeds!

"The time is up." Just as Zheng Qing finished speaking, the long sword pierced Xiao Xun's throat, unspeakably fast, like lightning, like a flying rainbow.

Swish~!

Xiao Xun's whole body suddenly turned into nothingness.

A look of astonishment flashed in Zheng Qing's eyes.

What about people?

Before the astonishment in his eyes disappeared, Zheng Qing felt a pain in his head and lost all consciousness in an instant.

Standing behind Zheng Qing, Xiao Xun lightly raised the copper stick that hit Zheng Qing's head just now, walked lightly to the window, and opened it.

next moment.

Zheng Qing turned into flying dust and quickly flew out along the window.

The sword energy that filled the room disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Fortunately, I managed to control my strength, otherwise the room would be full of blood, how would I be able to sleep?"

Xiao Xunxin said, standing in front of the window, looking at the old monk hundreds of meters away.

Obviously, it is impossible for the old monk not to know about Zheng Qing's arrival.Never reminded, never stopped... Do you have the intention to kill someone with a knife?

Or do you believe that I can solve this black-clothed swordsman?

Xiao Xun was not sure, he only felt that his heart was very cold.

It's so cold that I want to kill another person!

Baizhang away.

A look of bewilderment flashed in the eyes of the old monk with long earlobes.

Where did the swordsman of Jianmen go?

Just now, Zheng Qing blocked all perceptions outside the room with sword energy. The old monk is very powerful, but separated by hundreds of meters and blocked by sword energy, it is really difficult to perceive the specific situation in the room.

After the sword energy completely dissipated, he only saw Xiao Xun standing in front of the window. "Could it be..."

A frightening guess appeared in the old monk's mind, and when he looked at Xiao Xun for a while, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Hotel lobby.

Gu Jian frowned sadly.

Touched the wine glass.

The warm wine is already cold.

But my uncle hasn't come down yet.

Did something happen?

Gu Jianchou shook his head secretly, Master Uncle Zheng Qing is a master on the local list, and ranks 24th, he is known as the 'little sword god', and his strength must be far stronger than that of a junior. "Could it be that little bald donkey saw that the situation was not going well, just knelt down and begged for mercy, and sacrificed the phantom chasing wind step..." Thinking of this possibility, Gu Jianchou stood up.

Even if the little bald donkey sacrifices the Shadow Chasing Wind Walk, he will die!

Gu Jianchou walked up the stairs.

After climbing to the second floor, he held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and was very vigilant. "Uncle Master~."

When he came outside the B-brand room, Gu Jianchou yelled.

Squeak~ Xiao Xun opened the door.

Gu Jian's expression changed with worry.

Is the little bald donkey okay?

What about the uncle?

Gu Jian looked anxiously at the room behind Xiao Xun, but did not see any figure.

Xiao Xun gathered his palms into a fist, blew on his mouth, and asked: "Have you seen a fist the size of a sandbag?" Gu Jian frowned, and asked coldly: "Where is my uncle?" Go and accompany him." After finishing speaking, Xiao Xun immediately punched.Silently.

Silence as death.

Before Gu Jianchou could react, he lost consciousness.

Xiao Xun glanced at the empty corridor, closed the door, and washed his hands in the sink.

"Is it just the two of them whose physiques haven't been tempered, or the physiques of all the swordsmen haven't been tempered?" Xiao Xun thought to himself.

I feel that the hardness of the bodies of these two people is not comparable to the stones in the forbidden area of ​​Wudang Mountain.

Baizhang away.

At this moment, the old monk with long earlobes could perceive it clearly.

Gu Jianchou lost all breath very abruptly in an instant.

"With just one move, he can silently eliminate the swordsmen of Wushuang City's Sword Gate. This kind of strength..." A look of fear flashed in the old monk's eyes.

With such strength at such an age, if he is given enough time to grow... the old monk's complexion is uncertain.

Sometimes killing intent pervades, sometimes brilliant.a long time…

"Let's ask Brother Du Cheng again." The old monk walked away.

At the moment he left, Xiao Xun blinked, his heart beating a little faster.

gone back?

Do you give up on watching me, or... are you hungry?

ponder for a while...

Xiao Xun also figured out what the old monk was thinking, but he already knew what he should do.

go!