[Comprehensive martial arts] Juggernaut

Cold and impermanent.

Torre said anxiously: "Guo Jing Anda! Do you know this assassin?!"

Temujin looked at him, Guo Jing hurriedly said: "Khan, he, he is my Uncle Yang's biological son, he..."

At this time, I saw Huang Mian flew up, carrying a person from a high place and threw it in front of everyone!Guo Jing hurriedly stepped forward to catch the opponent, and suddenly felt a strong attack, and retreated again and again!Torre held him down behind him, but he fell to the ground with him!

Guo Jing was shocked, at this moment, his martial arts were so accomplished, he even possessed the Nine Yin Manual of martial arts, but he couldn't match the force of this fall!

"Stop." Temujin shouted, "Wanyan Mianyan, or do you want me to kill Wanyan Honglie right here?!"

Mian Yan turned over in the air and landed on a yurt. Although the generals stopped, they still stared at him tightly to prevent accidents.Mian Yan was dressed in dusty clothes, even though he still couldn't hide his peerless demeanor: "Let Wanyan Honglie go."

Temujin sneered and said: "I don't know who is so bold. I heard that the adopted son of the sixth prince, Wanyan Mianyan, has high martial arts, which is rare in the world. It is enough to be worth a thousand horses. Seeing him now really deserves his reputation. It's just that I am a Mongolian and easy to bully , dare to break into the enemy camp alone?"

Guo Jing stood up and shouted: "Brother Mian, don't be fooled! Your father should be Yang Tiexin, Uncle Yang! I've always wanted to tell you that it was Wanyan Honglie who colluded with that nasty Duan Tiande to kill me, Guo Jing. Yang’s family was ruined! He is not your savior but your enemy! You, Brother Mian, don’t be fooled by him!”

Mian Yu didn't answer Guo Jing's words, he looked at Wanyan Honglie who was restrained again, and the other party was also looking at him.Eyes met, Wanyan Honglie finally turned his head away, Mian Yan said indifferently: "Wanyan Kang is dead, do you know?"

Wanyan Honglie felt a pain in his heart, nodded and said, "I know."

Mian Yan asked Guo Jing again: "Then Wanyan Kang knows about this?"

Guo Jing was taken aback for a moment, and then he said sadly: "He, Brother Kang, he knows."

Wanyan Honglie seemed to understand something, he suddenly lowered his head and sighed, "Yi'er..."

"But he didn't betray Wanyan Honglie, did he." Mian Yan made a gesture: "If that's the case, I won't either. That's all."

When the white light suddenly rises, the time freezes, as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a swimming dragon.The speed of the white light was almost static, but it came at a sudden speed, and it was completely impossible to understand the law!

It is "Light Cold Kyushu!"

The Tenth Chapter of Sword in the World: The Legend of the Condor Heroes

How strong a person's martial arts must be to be able to be as powerful as a thousand?

Mian Yan didn't know, but he knew he couldn't do it.

These Mongols don't know martial arts, ten people are not enough to watch, and a hundred people are just a few dozen waved hands, but what about 1000 people? ... What about 1 people?

He was covered in blood.It was someone else's just now, but now it's all yours.Huang Mian 旒 once went to the battlefield to become stronger, he knows his current state too well.Her ears were ringing, her eyes turned black for a moment, her hands and feet began to feel weak, and her body began to feel hot.Hong Shijue was healing his body, but it couldn't keep up with the speed at which he was injured.

Someone vaguely shouted, telling him to run quickly.Others shouted for him to surrender.

It was... Wanyan Honglie and Guo Jing.

Oh, Huang Mian can run away, but he will never surrender.

He's so silly, really.Running here so overwhelmed in an attempt to PK with the entire army, is it really too much madness?

Mian Yan cheered up a little, he had never felt that Guanghan Kyushu was so strenuous.The blood was floating in front of my eyes like a rain curtain, and I couldn't tell whether it was my own or someone else's.Seeing that Temujin, who had been staring at him all the time, turned his head and said something to the people around him, Mian Yan held back the severe pain of the abdominal wound and took a deep breath.

It is the lion's roar skill!

At this time, even Guo Jing, who had deep inner strength, was really dizzy and tinnitus from the roar of all his strength. Mian Yu took the opportunity to fly over and cut off the tendons of the man who was holding Wanyan Honglie with his sword, grabbed the sixth prince's coat and jumped four feet away. How far away, with the help of the soft yurt under his feet, he jumped up again and rushed straight to the stables. However, he lacked strength and picked up another adult man, and his hands and feet were not as free as before.The sharpshooter Zhebie, who had been relieved, lifted his bow and arrow, and shouted: "Where are we going!"

Guo Jing exclaimed: "No!"

However, the string trembled, and the arrow hit the lute bone from behind, and rushed over with the crown!Gritting her teeth tightly, Mian Yanyin held her breath, jumped onto the horse with momentum, and pierced the horse's buttocks with her sword!The war horse neighed in pain and galloped away with the two on horseback!

The setting sun was like blood, covering all the blood on the grass.Temujin put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Guo Jing, I can't spare him this time."

Guo Jing said urgently, "Khan!"

Temujin said coldly: "Fire the arrow."

………………

They run on horseback.

The horse is a first-class good horse that was snatched, but what still cannot be changed is the bump.Blood dripped from the wounds all over the body and dripped on the ground.Mian Yan didn't have time to give Wanyan Honglie a more comfortable posture, his lungs were burning, as if flames were about to burst out from inside.The blood loss made the night darker, and he felt cold, tired, hungry, and working hard.

Suddenly, his hands and feet went limp and he fell off the horse.Wanyan Honglie was startled and hugged Mian Yan's head, and they both fell off the horse at the same time.The horse ran very fast, and the two of them fell down very hard.Wanyan Honglie suddenly felt that all the bones in his body were about to be crushed.He moved his body and found that his right foot was so painful that he couldn't use it at all, and he didn't know if it was just a sprain or a fracture.

He patted the crown in his arms, only to see that the sharp arrows on his back were all broken because of the tumbling just now, and naturally penetrated a little deeper into his muscles. The blood stained his sleeves. In the darkness, except for the fragrance of soil There is also a rust-like fishy smell.

Wanyan Honglie panted a few times and said anxiously: "Yu'er? Hu'er! Are you awake?"

Mian Yan said in a low voice, "Well, it's okay."

He hugged Mian Yan and sat up carefully, seeing that Aiko had five arrows inserted into his back, his hands began to tremble slightly: "Mian Er...why are you doing this."

Mian Yan panted slightly, he relaxed his muscles, not letting the severe pain disturb his sanity, and said with a low smile: "Sure enough, if there are too many ants, will the elephant be killed..."

Even though his martial arts are world-class, he still can't stop thousands of troops.He was able to take Wanyan Honglie out of the encirclement temporarily, even he himself thought it was a miracle.

——Perhaps, thanks to Guo Jing's help.If even Guo Jing made a move, he might not be able to escape no matter what.

but……

Mian Yan whispered: "You run away, I will block it."

If there is any great celebrity among the pursuers, even if it is Guo Jing, he will kill him.In this way, you can escape from the world... As for whether you can escape after Wanyan Honglie...

He has done his best.

Well, he is right, he has done his best.

"Stupid boy." Wanyan Honglie didn't move, he hugged Mian'an, gentle like a loving father, slowly stroking Mian's long hair that was stuck together with blood: "Why did you come to save me?"

Mian Yan said: "Just do it if you want to do it, where did you come from?"

Wanyan Honglie laughed.

This is Huang Mian, even if he saved Bao Xiruo and turned against him, it was because of this reason.

Mian Yan tried to move his shoulders, his inner breath was healing his wounds quickly, the fatal wounds on ordinary people were just more painful for him.Given enough time, he'll soon be scarless.

And he won't die.If she dies at the hands of the principal, I'm afraid my sister will not give up.He is still very sure that he will be teleported back to his own world when he is about to die.It's just that if I go back this time, if I want to have the opportunity to travel through these worlds, I'm afraid it will not be easy.

Having said that, he did as he pleased.He could no longer save Yang Kang, at least he hoped to make an effort to save Yan Honglie.Perhaps because of his childhood circumstances, he is very grateful to those who have been kind to him and helped him, hoping to help them.

... Wanyan Honglie, like a real father.Huang Mian would sometimes think that it would be great if he was really his father.

"Silly boy... I have already ordered you to be expelled from the palace. After I die, no one will harm you again. Why do you want to come back to this muddy water?" Wanyan Honglie said slowly: "Besides, the matter of Duan Tiande, You already know."

Mian Yan didn't answer.

Wanyan Honglie said with a smile: "I still can't forget the night when I was rescued by your mother, she took care of me so tenderly, and you were a little bit by the side, running around helping my mother Take the medicine."

Naturally, Mian Yan couldn't answer, he asked: "Have you given up and stopped running?"

"...This vast grassland, I don't know the direction and I don't have a horse. Where can I go? I have to admit what they said, the Kingdom of Jin is about to perish." Wanyan Honglie sighed: "It's just a pity that you have to accompany me to die here here."

Mian Yan thought for a while and said: "You don't have to think too much, in this world, my father is you, there is no such thing as Yang Tiexin. You treat me well, and I want to repay you as well."

He paused and asked, "Are you really going to give up?"

Wanyan Honglie laughed: "Ji'er, can you still stand up?"

"Well, it's just some skin trauma, and the healing power of Hongshijue is enough." Mian Yan slowly got up from Wanyan Honglie, but an arrow on his back happened to be pierced at the lute bone, and the internal force of his body was not flowing smoothly.He frowned slightly and said, "Help me pull out all the arrows on my back."

Wanyan Honglie said in shock: "There is no water or medicine here, how can we draw the arrow!"

Mian Yan was sweating from the pain, and frowned, "Just pull it out!"

Wanyan Honglie was helpless, stretched out his hand to wrap around Mian's body, held the arrow with his right hand, and pulled out the iron arrow with his flesh in his heart!

Mian Yan gritted his teeth tightly and used the internal strength of the Red World Saint Jue. The speed of blood flow slowed down immediately, but the bleeding was stopped in an instant.Wanyan Honglie was astonished and could not help but be delighted, and he pulled out all the arrows behind Mian Yao neatly.

After pulling out the last one, even Mian Yan's face was as white as paper and he bowed his head.He hadn't suffered such a serious injury for many years. Although it was only flesh and blood, the pain was still so painful that he almost passed out.

The iron pierced into the flesh, the barbs caught the blood and tendons, and every movement was painful like death.He had already tasted enough of this kind of pain when he was young.

After a while, Mian Yan raised his head and asked again: "You really don't plan to run away?"

Wanyan Honglie nodded slowly: "Ji'er, go quickly. I'm here, if they catch me, I think they won't have the heart to talk to you anymore."

He sighed: "In my life, having two children, you and Kang'er, is not a loss." Wanyan Honglie said with a smile: "Ji'er, what is your life wish?"

Mian Yu replied: "Enter the Tao with the sword and shatter the void."

Wanyan Honglie nodded and said with a smile: "Then as a father, I wish that Er'er's sword will be in the world, and that he will not fall into his life's ambition!"

I didn't know what kind of feeling it was for a moment, and Mian Yan felt the slight movement in the air, and gradually the sound of horseshoes came from a distance.He raised his head and said, "You really don't want to go? The pursuers have already arrived. If you change your mind, I can take some medicine and take you a little further."

It was easy for Mian Yan to say it, but Wanyan Honglie couldn't see that he was at the end of his strength, and even stood trembling.It's not that he doesn't fear death, but he understands that if he stays with this child again, he will only harm him.

In the vast grassland, there is nothing to hide at a glance. His right leg is crippled, and there are only two fathers and sons around him. Mian Yan is seriously injured. How can he hide from the thousands of Mongolian cavalry.

"You can come to rescue my father, I am very happy as a father." Wanyan Honglie said with a smile: "Go, go alone!"

But Mian Yan didn't move, he said affirmatively for the fourth time: "Are you really unwilling to give it another go?"

Wanyan Honglie said angrily, "Leave quickly!"

The chasing soldiers had reached the point where even Wanyan Honglie could see them.Wanyan Honglie couldn't help becoming nervous, and was about to scold Mian Yan, but saw the other party pull out the jade-like long sword, and said calmly: "If you really want to die, why don't I kill you?"

Wanyan Honglie was startled, Mian Yan straightened his body and said, "Aren't you unwilling to die at the hands of the Mongols?"

Wanyan Honglie sighed, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Okay! Okay! My sweetheart! Now I will trouble you to send me to be my father again! If you are with me on the road to hell, I am sure you will not be alone!"

"I'm not going to die." Mian Yan said seriously, "So we won't be able to meet each other on Huangquan Road."

Wanyan Honglie seemed to be mistaken, and said with a faint smile: "Then live strong, you are the pride of your father and your mother."

When Guo Jing and Tuo Lei chased up with a large group of people, and saw Mian Mao holding a long sword in the distance, Guo Jing had mixed feelings in his heart.Yang Kang's death was a lingering haze in his heart, what's more, from the first meeting he was full of admiration and gratitude for this grand prince with peerless martial arts. He heard many stories about him on Peach Blossom Island, Even his master Hong Qigong regretted not being able to meet Mian Yan.He asked himself that he couldn't make a move, even if the other party killed so many Mongolian soldiers to save Yan Honglie, Guo Jing still felt that he would not be able to catch him and send Huang Mian to the guillotine.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Torre, who was riding a horse beside him, yell, "Good Anda! Look!"

Guo Jing raised his head in surprise, only to see that far away, Huang Mian was actually holding up his long sword, and instantly cut off Wanyan Honglie's head!

Guo Jing was shocked!Even Tuo Lei, who was beside him, was also very surprised, and said in amazement: "This! Didn't this man come to save Yan Honglie? Zensheng killed him again?!"

Guo Jing felt ominous in his heart, so he rode his horse and chased after him.When Tuo Lei saw his close friend rushing forward, he also followed up, and the large group of people arrived in front of Mian Yan in just two or three breaths.

As soon as Guo Jing got close to Mian, he heard him muttering: "The sword is in the world, don't fall into the ambition of life..."

At this time, Mian Yan was covered in blood, and his old clothes were dyed bright red.Guo Jing looked at the other party standing there silently looking at the head at his feet, then suddenly raised his head and said to him, "Guo Jing, can you burn his body?"

Guo Jing was stunned: "Ah?"

Mian Yan said calmly: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Or do you want to keep his head and hang it in front of your military flag to show off?"

Guo Jing hesitated for a moment, then got off his horse.Tuo Lei had seen Mian Yan's shocking sword skills before, and said quickly: "Guo Jing Anda!"

"It's okay." Guo Jing shook his head, "Big Brother Mian will not hurt me."

After a pause, he said: "Bring over the torches and burn Yan Honglie's body."

Tuo Lei hurriedly said: "Guo Jing Anda, if you do this, if you sweat profusely..."

Guo Jing solemnly said: "If the sweat is to blame, I will fully bear it."

Mian Yan said with a smile: "Bruised bones and ashes, maybe Temujin won't be angry after hearing this."

The soldiers carried out the order, Guo Jing looked at Mian Yan and said, "Brother Mian Yan, can you go back with me? I will ask Da Khan to let you go. You, Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang have been waiting for you. Brother Kang is dead. about you--"

Mian Yan smiled and said: "Thank you, Guo Jing, thank you. You are really a good person, we only meet twice, but you help me like this, I am very grateful. But—"

He waved his sword and pointed at Torrey on the other side: "You are Guo Jing's friend, so I won't kill you. The Mongols here helped me burn the body of the sixth prince, so I won't kill you. Guo Jing, I certainly won't kill you." You are only--"

Torre snorted coldly: "Why, do you want to trespass on the barracks again?"

Mian said with a smile: "No, it's just that Huang Mian made an oath that if I come to this world again, I will kill every Mongol I see! It doesn't matter if he is a trafficker or a general!"

Guo Jing was shocked: "Brother Mianyan!"

Wanyan Honglie's body was already on fire surrounded by many torches, and Torrei said angrily, "What a big tone!"

Mian Yan took a deep breath to calm down the pain caused by the wound and the turbulent stagnation in his chest.He said lightly: "Guo Jing, be careful of Temujin."

Mian Yan said this in a low voice, so low that no one heard it except Guo Jing in front of him.Guo Jing was startled, and was about to say something when he suddenly remembered Huang Rong's silent sigh the night they broke Khwarizim City.

Huang Mian nodded towards him, and then looked at Wanyan Honglie's body which was ignited by the flames.The fire light illuminated the dark night, but the stagnation in Mian Yan's heart became deeper and deeper.

He sneered, "I'm just a mortal after all."

So he really couldn't escape with Wanyan Honglie.

Therefore, even in order to get rid of this feeling of powerlessness, he still wants to be stronger, stronger, so strong that he will never feel this uncontrollable anger again.

He stepped up and walked towards the distance, every step was painful.The Red World Saint Jue was healing the wound, but it couldn't relieve the pain.Even because of the accelerated healing, the itching and pain will be deeper.The night on the prairie is so beautiful, but Mian Yan can't get half distracted to look at the beautiful scenery at this time.

Torre said angrily: "You bastard, you still can't escape! Let alone you can't escape this grassland, do you know how much trouble you have brought to Guo Jing Anda!"

Guo Jing hurriedly said: "Torre Anda!"

Tuo Lei said angrily: "I'm still wrong! You burned Wanyan Honglie's body for him, if you let him escape again, even if you are the golden knife son-in-law, you must be punished!"

Guo Jing paused, and said in a low voice, "It's none of Mian's business, and I don't want to see Wanyan Honglie's head hanging in front of the military flag when we attack Dajin."

Torrey stomped his feet angrily: "Confused!"

Guo Jing scratched his head, thinking how to let Mian Yan run away, but suddenly saw the body of Mian Yan around him faded.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then saw that the opponent's body became thinner in such an instant, he was shocked and said: "Brother Mianyan!"

Huang Mian turned his head and said with a smile: "If there is a destiny, let's meet again."

In the next second, there was no trace of Huang Mian left here, only more than 40 Mongolians were left dumbfounded, unable to recover from the fire for a long time.

Volume [-]. The Eight Parts of Heaven and Dragons. Sometimes there must be destiny in destiny, but there is no time in destiny. Don’t force it

The first two generations

Huang Mian felt pain in his body.

In fact, he is a person who is very afraid of pain, but he is very tolerant.So the people around him even think that Huang Mian is painless. After all, not everyone can walk and talk calmly with five holes in his back.

What's more, the whole body's metabolism accelerates super fast, and the speed of the body's healing is not only overdrawn by vitality, but the feeling of rapid growth of new flesh is even more painful than being penetrated by steel.

Mian Yan sat in the wilderness, surrounded by countless corpses and blood.He looked at his hands in a daze, such a small pair, like a five or six-year-old child.He moved his body, those iron arrows seemed to be still piercing his back, excruciatingly painful.

Mian Yan was even at a loss at this time, he didn't even understand how he could become such a little bit.At this moment, a blue light suddenly fell from the sky, with awe-inspiring sword aura and overflowing spiritual power, a person suddenly appeared in front of Mian Yan.

Mian Yan was on guard secretly, although his body was weak and weak, the internal strength in his body had not disappeared, Xiang Xuehai was even half buried by his hand.

The person in front of him looked around and sighed angrily: "Damn it, you should be damned for making such a mess!"

Mian Yan quietly looked at the person in front of him.With his current martial arts, he is still inferior to those who are cultivators. Only when the "Red World Holy Judgment" breaks through the ninth floor can he match it.The Taoist in front of him has white beard and hair, and his long hair is neatly tied up high. He has a strong figure, wears a blue and white Taoist robe, and carries a huge purple sword box that is almost as tall as a person on his back.

He is a swordsman, and his cultivation level is not low, he is unmatched by the eighth floor.

"Oh... child, are you alright?" The old man with a strong body bent down to hug Mian Yao, and Mian Yao's whole body froze, and the hard object behind him was almost stuck in his bones.If he hadn't been absolutely unable to resist now, he would definitely have to fight this person.But the other party didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, and looked at his back and said: "Ice Soul Needle! Piercing such a vicious ice into your body, that monster's poisonous heart actually wants to freeze you to death!"

Mian Yan was baffled by what he heard, but once he was acquainted and second time familiar, this time it is probably a new identity.Although the person holding him has a serious face and a big snow-white beard, he doesn't seem to be cruel, but is very kind: "Oh, how can we ascetics abandon you? Don't be afraid, child, I will definitely be able to help you!" Help you get rid of the cold poison, and find you a good family—huh?!"

Mian Yu didn't speak for a while, and the old man seemed to regard him as a frightened child. At this moment, he realized something was wrong: "Son, you have five cold needles pierced in your back. Isn't it cold at this moment?"

Mian Yan shook his head.Of course it's not cold, the Red World Sacred Art is the most yang and the most fierce, ordinary cold poison can't make him feel uncomfortable at all.

Only then did the old man see the Xiangxuehai buried in the mud, and he didn't see how he moved, the white jade sword in the mud flew into his hand just like that.However, as soon as the old man's fingers touched it, he heard a soft "tsk", raised his hand to let Xiangxuehai float in the air, and said with a cold expression: "What a fierce demon sword!"

Mian Kuan felt unhappy, snorted coldly and took Xiang Xuehai floating in mid-air, and hugged her in his arms.The old man's expression became serious, he looked at Mian Kuan who was secretly preparing to strike in his arms, and said seriously: "The aura of the monster suddenly disappeared, I thought she had found a way to hide it. Could it be...you are the only one who survived here, and You can control such a monster sword with such a killing spirit. My child, has this monster been killed by you?"

Mian Yan frowned.

The old man was also distressed: "Could it be that he is dumb? He must not be an idiot!"

Mian Yu said angrily, "Of course not!"

Seeing this, the old man was happy instead: "It's good if you're not stupid! Child, how can you control this sword without being controlled?"

Mian Yan frowned and said: "How do I know, I got it by chance when I was six years old, and I have never been hurt by it."

"Could it be that this sword actually recognizes you as the master? This is also a chance..." The old man nodded, his beard was shaved on Mian Yan's face, making the opponent almost draw his sword on the spot: "Hiss—you are!"

Mian Yan frowned and said, "What?"

"God help me too! God help me too!" The old man laughed suddenly, and said, "Son, good boy, you will be my apprentice from today on!"

As soon as Mian Yan struggled, there was piercing pain on his back, and cold sweat flowed down immediately, but he said angrily: "Who wants to be your disciple!"

"Among the Eight Immortals of Kunlun, my Qionghua Sect is the leader. How many people are begging to enter my Qionghua Mountain Gate every day, and they can't do it. Children don't know what to do." The old man laughed: "I am not low in the sect, and I will never Thanks to you!"

Mian Yan wanted to refuse at first, but suddenly remembered, if this was also arranged by the principal, wouldn't he follow in the end no matter what?Thinking about it this way, he no longer struggled, the old man nodded with satisfaction and smiled and said: "You can worship me as your teacher now! The child is very qualified, if the senior brother of the sect master sees you, he probably wants to accept you as his disciple! But the master Senior Brother Sect is strict and aloof, and you are a young child who is proud and bony, and has a good temper, if you come under Senior Sect Leader's sect, you will not be spared suffering."

After thinking about it for a while, Mian Yan felt that it didn't matter if it was just a master, so he said, "Master."

"Good boy!" The old man laughed loudly: "My name is Zong Lian, I am the sword-wielding elder of the Kunlun Mountain Qionghua Sect, who is proficient in casting! Son, what's your name?"

"..." Mian Yan suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Master, compared to my name, shouldn't you help me heal my injury first?"

Zong Lian: "...=mouth="

*******

It was not the first time that Mian Yan had seen a cultivator, and he had even seen an immortal more than once.There is nothing new about flying through the clouds and flying with the sword.Although the cold needle on the back was pulled out, the healing spell can only heal the wound, and the pain will not go away for a while.Mian Yan was covered in sweat from the pain, holding Xiangxuehai in his arms, and Zong Lian held him on the sword and flew towards Kunlun Mountain to guard the sword.Gradually, perhaps because of the excessive blood loss, he felt relieved at this moment, and felt dizzy for a while. Even though he warned himself that he must not fall asleep inexplicably, he still fell asleep unconsciously in the end.

Opening his eyes again, he found that in front of him was a dilapidated thatched roof, the crown moved, and the wound on his body was still painful to death.It's just that he didn't want to sit still, so he sat up little by little.Looking around, I saw not only the roof, but the furniture in the small hut was very old. Those chairs and cabinets were old for many years, black and yellow, black and yellow, corroded by the years and would fall apart at any time.A bed, a table, two benches, a small cabinet, a small box, and a dark oil lamp, that's all there is in this room.

Mian Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, that old man named Zong Lian was clearly dressed well, how could the Qionghua Sect be so dilapidated? !

After a short movement, he found something wrong again... Didn't he change back to his six or seven-year-old appearance?Why...why did he become an adult again at this time?

"Amitabha." A hoarse old man's voice came, different from Zong Lian's full of energy, this voice was neither urgent nor slow, and it was long and long: "Is the little benefactor finally awake?"

Mian Kuan was shocked, although he was seriously injured, it was all flesh and blood, and his internal strength was not lost.However, he didn't realize that this person was already standing at the door!

The old monk was thin, his beard and hair were all white, and he looked about 80 or [-] years old.He walked towards Mian Yao slowly, dragging a broom in his hand, his movements were slow and weak, he didn't seem to have martial arts.However, even so, Mian Yan did not dare to relax at all, Xiang Xuehai was not at hand, he was secretly on guard, if the other party made any changes, he would definitely kill him under the palm of his hand.

— Monk?That Zonglian is obviously a Taoist priest, why is the old monk in front of him now?

"Amitabha, little benefactor, there is no need to panic. The old monk has no malicious intentions." The old monk said slowly: "The old monk is just a small sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple. Yesterday, I saw the little benefactor lying in front of my door with a weak breath. The monks are merciful." , the old monk carried the little benefactor back to his room to recuperate."

"Shaolin Temple? Not Qionghua Sect?" Mian Yan was startled and asked, "Where is Zong Lian?"

The old monk sweeping the floor replied: "The old monk has never heard of a master named Zonglian in Shaolin."

Mian Yan was slightly taken aback... What happened just now, the white-haired old man Yujian, was it just his dream?But such a real dream...

Mian Yan didn't relax his vigilance, and asked instead: "Can you hug me?"

Mian Kuan is tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, weighing about 120 jin.This old man is emaciated, unless he is born with supernatural powers, he must have superb martial arts.

The sweeping monk did not lie: "Although the old monk is getting old, he still has a little strength. The old monk can still bear the weight of the little benefactor, and he can bear it."

The second sentence "bear it" is like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning. Mian Hao's injury has not yet healed, and the sound in his ears makes him feel dizzy, and there are bursts of roaring in his ears, and he loses strength instantly!Mian Yu was shocked, but saw the sweeping monk sighed: "The old monk doesn't know what martial arts the little benefactor has practiced, and he recovered very quickly from his injuries. It's just that the little benefactor hurt his lungs, and his heart is full of depression. At this time, it's better to rest and recuperate. "

Mian'an was solemn but a little excited: "Master's internal strength is so strong! If Huang Mian's injury recovers, he must compete with the master!"

"Amitabha, the ruler is long and the inch is short, what's the use of fighting between spirits and spirits." The sweeping monk spoke in a slow and slow manner, really like an ordinary eighty-year-old man putting the broom on the floor The corner said: "The little benefactor has complicated thoughts and unstable breath, so he should be a good life and general."

Mian Yu didn't force it, just asked: "Master is an eminent monk from Shaolin Temple?"

The sweeping monk said indifferently: "Shaolin monks are not fake, but they are not high-ranking monks. The old monk is just one of the many sweeping monks."

Mian Yan was shocked.Not only did he return to his original stature, but he even came directly to Shaolin Temple.Could it be that the Qionghua faction was really just a dream of his own?He paused and asked again: "Master, where is my sword?"

The sweeping monk shook his head and said, "The old monk has never seen it before."

Mian Kuan's heart tightened, since he got Xiangxuehai at the age of six, this was the first time he left it, and he couldn't help feeling panic.He asked again: "Really?"

"Amitabha, the old monk has never seen it before."

Mian Yan looked at the old monk carefully, and it was worth giving up in the end.I am Yurou, this old monk's martial arts is superior to his, at this time he has no sword in his hand and is seriously injured, he has no strength to fight at all.

Another low level of martial arts.Mian Yu didn't feel resentment in his heart.It's not that he has never lost before, but he has traveled the world before, and even practiced alone in the Kunlun mirror. He can lose, and he doesn't feel like trying everything to win.Later on, as his martial arts became higher, winning was a matter of course. He even once thought that only by winning could he become stronger, and that's when he fell into a magic barrier.Now that he was relying on Dugu Qiubai to stay on the stone wall, he was suddenly enlightened by the influence of sword energy, but he watched Wanyan Honglie die, and even killed him himself, which aroused his inner demons again.

The muddy eyes of the sweeping monk seemed to be able to read people's hearts. Seeing that Mian Yan bowed his head and said nothing, he shook his head and sighed: "Practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body. Although everyone has aspirations and cannot force it, if the little benefactor falls into a demon for this, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?"

Mian Yan couldn't help laughing and said: "Master's martial arts are at the peak, so naturally there is no need to worry about it! If I can't become stronger, not only will I become a fish, but I will not be able to protect the people I am loyal to!"

The floor-sweeping monk looked at him and sighed, "Why don't you go with the old monk tonight, little benefactor?"

Mian Yu was surprised, not knowing what the other party was going to do, but still nodded and said: "Okay."

The second magic barrier

The whole body of Mian Yan was drugged by the sweeping monk. At this time, although he was wearing a washed white monk's robe, which looked a little nondescript because it didn't fit well, but after washing his face, even the monk's robe could not resist that peerless posture. .However, this kind of appearance is no different from others for the sweeping monk, and there is nothing commendable about his calmness.At night, the sweeping monk went ahead and Mian Yan followed.He was seriously injured, not only the sword wound on the back, but also the waist, abdomen, thighs and arms were cut several times by the Mongolian knife, and the bone on the thigh was even deeper.Although the healing effect of the Red World Holy Art is appalling, the time of this day and two nights only allowed Mian Yao's injuries to scab completely, and he could not move freely.

But if the sweeping monk didn't say anything, Mian Yan would naturally not say a word, not to mention that the other party walked very slowly.Curious in his heart, Mian Yu limped and followed the other party up to an attic, then walked east and west through the long stairs, and came to another treasure pavilion and whispered: "The little benefactor has not lost his inner breath. It’s not difficult, please be careful to hide and come with the old monk, so as not to disturb the monk’s practice.”

Mian Yan wondered: "Practice? Is there any master practicing here?"

The sweeping monk just probed and said: "This monk has the same demon roots as the little benefactor, but he is deeper than the little benefactor. My Buddha is merciful, but I can't save the unintentional."

Mian Yan was taken aback for a moment, but didn't realize what the other party meant, and said that it should be a monk who violated the temple rules and was punished.It wasn't until he followed the floor-sweeping monk through the small door and stood on a bookshelf that Mian Yan saw a man in black flipping through an ancient book through the gaps in the books, and then he realized that the other party was a monk, and he clearly came to Shaolin Temple to steal it. book!

Although Mian's injuries were serious, he was full of internal strength. His cultivation base was higher than the opponent's, so naturally he was not discovered. He said in a low voice in his dantian: "Master, don't you mind that he came here to steal books?"

The floor-sweeping monk didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear it, but in Mian's ears, he heard the voice saying: "The Shaolin Buddhist scripture pavilion has a large collection of books. Although it can't open the door of convenience, all living beings are equal. Occasionally, one or two old monks come to visit. It won't stop him. It's just that this Murong benefactor has devoted himself to martial arts. He has stayed in Shaolin Temple for more than 30 years. Although his martial arts are getting stronger day by day, his body is