Beiyin Great Sage

Red lotus palm!

Karma is raging!

When he struck out, Ma Gong's hands were red, and the moves were as fierce as a gust of wind, and he stepped across the land of Zhang Xu.

"Peng!"

The strength of the palm was actually an explosive sound from the void of the whip.

Great success in refining skin!

No one thought that Ma Gong, who had been silent and breathless all this time, and had no sense of presence in the teaching, would actually have a cultivation level that was about to refine his internal organs.

The palm technique is also so amazing.

The timing of the palm strike was just right, the force of the palm directly hit the place where Zhou Yi should have relieved his force after the sword was thrown, and it was the key point of the straight attack.

"interesting."

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows.

This opponent was indeed beyond his expectations.

At the moment, he could only temporarily abandon the action of chasing and killing Meng Jian, and the long knife was pulled back and cut towards his palms.

There are moves in the sword technique, and inertia in movement. Not to mention ordinary people, even warriors are not easy to change their moves in an emergency, but he can.

The near-perfect wind splitting knife technique is no longer limited to moves, and each move is completely natural.

even.

Even if a martial arts master is here, it is impossible to recognize what kind of sword technique Zhou Yi is using, and he will only be amazed at the wonderful handling of the sword.

Ma Gong's heart shuddered, and his palm had to stagnate.

"Zheng!"

At this time.

He Fang stood up and drew his sword.

Return to the wind and blow the willows!

The sword is like a breeze, as strong as a silk ribbon, and the soft sword comes out suddenly, wrapping around Zhou Yi's wrist, and the sword formula is like a smart poisonous snake, ready to go.

Unlike the other two.

Apart from protecting her cheeks, He Fang actually opened the middle door wide and did not defend at all, so the attack was the most violent of the three.

"Crash..."

The sound of iron armor colliding made Zhou Yi raise his eyebrows.

A stomach!

He Fang was actually wearing soft armor, no wonder he was so bold!

"on!"

Ma Gong was energetic for a while, and raised his palm again.

Meng Jian didn't say a word, and stabbed with his spear.

Among the three, even Meng Jian, who had the lowest cultivation level, was also an expert in leather refining. He had experienced many battles, and he had harvested countless lives under the spear.

Ma Gong is hiding his secrets, and He Fang is wearing soft armor.

This time, even if they join forces, they will have the strength to fight against visceral warriors!

Soft swords, short spears, and red lotus blood palms are intertwined and intertwined with each other, almost forming a large net, trapping the figures inside.

"it is good!"

Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, and his figure advanced instead of retreating.

The light of Xue Liang's sword suddenly appeared, and the biting cold went straight to the heart. Under the light of the sword, the cooperation of the three was as ridiculous as children playing.

After all, the three of them were not alone, and there were flaws everywhere as pointed by the sword light.

suffered!

not good!

The hearts of Ma Gong and the others were beating wildly, and it was He Fang who was a woman who reacted first.

"ah!"

Shouting out in shock, she growled in a low voice, and instead of retreating, she moved forward, dancing wildly with her soft sword, and slammed straight into the incoming knife light.

She has to fight hard to see if the stomach on her body is hard enough.

And she knew very well that someone would not refuse to save him.

"Sister Fang, no!"

Meng Jian's complexion changed drastically. He didn't care about other things at the moment, and rushed forward with his gun. He had admired He Fang for a long time, and subconsciously wanted to protect him with his life, but he was also a caring person.

Ma Gong's eyes flickered, but he was the only one among the three who chose to retreat.

"Shh!"

The sharp sword light flickered in the eyes, and the cold and fierce air instantly shattered the interception, which also reflected the terrified eyes.

Under the light of the knife, all resistance seemed powerless.

"puff!"

During the breath, Meng Jian's heart was torn open, and he flew backwards; He Fang rushed forward and staggered to the end after running several feet, his beautiful head rolled off his neck.

Ma Gong, who was about to escape just now, was pierced through the waist by the flying long knife, struggling to resist, and collided head-on with his palm.

The stele thrower: Dacheng.

Split style!

"Peng!"

Ma Gong's body swayed, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered to the ground, his eyes were full of unwillingness and doubt.

How can it be?

Who is he?

"call……"

Zhou Yi exhaled lightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes slowly dissipated.

As early as when there were only three people left in the other party, the ending was already doomed. Thanks to the fairy mushroom soup, in just a few months, he had successfully refined the skin.

Dirty refining is just around the corner.

The progress is so fast, in addition to the amazing efficacy of Xiangu Decoction, it is also because the Dingyang pile has improved during this period, and has reached the level of proficiency.

The Dingyang stake, which is proficient in the realm, greatly increased the speed at which he absorbed the power of the medicine.

nowadays……

Leather Refining (89/100)

That Ma Gong's cultivation is probably no more than that.

"Ok?"

Sensing something, Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, and the sea of ​​consciousness light curtain emerged.

Others have not changed much, except for the column of the wind splitting knife technique, the Dacheng data behind it has disappeared, and it has been transformed into the word "Complete".

Wind Cleave Knife Technique: Consummation!

The power of the knife is increased by 5%, the speed of the knife is increased by 7%, and the speed of the comprehension of the sword is increased by 8% (the comprehension speed of the same type of sword is doubled).

At the same time, countless insights about the wind-chopping knife technique naturally came to mind.

"Shh!"

Zhou Yi held the knife in his hand, the light of the knife flashed in the air, and a shallow crack suddenly appeared on the wall beyond Mi Xu before the knife tip.

Sword wind can also kill?

This is a technique that can only be used by marrow refining warriors!

……

……

……

"call……"

A gust of cold wind blew, and the sky was covered with snow.

He Dong lifted the curtain of the car, reached out to catch a snowflake, his eyes were leisurely, like a wise man who saw all the joys, sorrows and joys of life, and murmured:

"Snowing."

"Yes." Yang Wu rode his horse to the side and said:

"Director He, the road is slippery in snowy weather, especially the mountain road is even more difficult, and it's getting late, how about we rest at the foot of the mountain today?"

"There can be no mistakes in worshiping the Buddha." He Dong clasped his hands together:

"If the snow is not heavy, try to go up the mountain."

"This..." Yang Wu raised his head, glanced at the snow that was getting bigger and bigger, and shook his head lightly:

"I'm afraid it won't work."

"It's okay for three or five people to go up the mountain. There are so many people with cars, sedan chairs and incense burners. Even if they go up the mountain, they may miss the time."

He Dong's face darkened, his eyes showed a coldness.

However, he shook his head in an instant:

"Forget it, today is the day to worship the Buddha, don't get angry, then rest at the foot of the mountain, everything for the Buddha is ready."

"Yes."

Yang Wu heaved a sigh of relief, nodded yes, rode his horse forward, and at the same time passed the news to others, which also attracted low cheers.

This kind of going up to the mountain is like suffering for them.

"drive!"

"drive……"

The horses and chariots went straight to Yinquan Mountain.

There are temples on the mountain and courtyards at the foot of the mountain.

The courtyard is also a temporary residence for those who go up the mountain to worship the Buddha. There are no other people in the courtyard in this weather, only He Dong and his party are stationed in the courtyard.

More than 20 people were busy and busy, and it took half a minute to rest.

"I don't know why it is so troublesome to be in charge of worshiping the Buddha? Candles, incense, and dust whisks are understandable, but there is a mirror?"

"Shh..."

Someone whispered:

"Silence!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Respecting the Buddha is very important to the supervisor. Some people were beaten to death for saying one more sentence."

"what!"

The man who complained just now turned pale.

"You don't understand." Someone squatted under the eaves, smoking a dry pipe and said:

"The supervisor was very down and out when he was young, but he became famous when he met a nobleman. Since then, he has the habit of worshiping Buddha."

"For so many years, the supervisor has never missed the day of worshiping the Buddha. Even if he didn't go up the mountain, he would find a quiet room to worship the Buddha."

"I see."

Everyone was stunned.

"Get up!" the roar sounded: