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Daming Temple, Main Hall.
The abbot of Daming Temple of this generation is an old monk who looks a little fat. He is wearing a purple-red cassock. He is sitting cross-legged in front of the golden body of Buddha, beating wooden fish, and chanting sutras with the elders in the temple. The salvation is approaching Qingming, and he cannot wander around.
The lonely ghost of reincarnation.
Click!
Suddenly, the old monk's pestle broke in his hand, he frowned, and all the elders in the main hall opened their eyes.
"If you live high in a temple, you worry about its people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about your king." The old monk sighed, "In troubled times, true dragons appear, and in prosperous times, evil dragons dance. I didn't expect that my Daming Temple would be involved early..."
"Amitabha!" In the main hall, a group of Daming Temple elders chanted the Buddha's name.
……
The excitement in the city of Yangzhou is different from the capital city of Chang'an, which is gentle and rough in the north and south.
Su Qinian was driving, and the long street was wide enough for seven or eight tall horses to walk side by side. The women from the Jianghuai River were graceful, and the flower boats on the canals in the city were so beautiful that they could smell the rosy powder from a long distance.
"Brother Qinian, you are coming home, right?"
The little girl didn't want to stick out her immature little head and said timidly. Her big eyes blinked as if they could speak, and her eyes were a little dim.
"It's coming."
Su Qinian nodded and responded softly. He once told the little girl that after crossing the border of Yangzhou and entering Hailing Prefecture, he would be home. Now that he has entered Yangzhou City, the little girl probably thought about it and felt a little sad because
She was adopted by her grandfather. She was abandoned in a cold alley in her early years and almost froze to death.
So even though she was only eight years old, she tried her best to save her grandfather, because she understood that if the old man left her again, she would really have no relatives left.
And when the group passed through more than half of Yangzhou City, Su Qinian, who was driving and waving his horsewhip, suddenly felt the corners of his eyes twitching, and the spiritual power surged in the Zuqiao Divine Courtyard, and for an instant it was like a stormy sea.
Ten feet ahead is Hulong Villa.
This is the Dragon-Hulong Villa located in Yangzhou City. It is a Dragon-Hulong Villa, superior to the Dragon-Hulong Villas in the Jianghuai Road states, and second only to the main villa in Chang'an, the capital city.
The vermilion door has bright copper nails, and four soldiers guard the door, standing still like stone statues, exuding an iron-blooded atmosphere that is rare in Yangzhou City.
At this time, at the end of the long street, a young monk with handsome features, dressed in black monk robes, appeared.
Su Qinian handed over the alternate Dragon Guard token, and the four soldiers said respectfully: "I have met you, sir."
"Take care of them until I come back."
"Yes! Sir!"
The four armored soldiers were stunned for a moment, then glanced at the carriage, and then nodded. In Dragon Guard Villa, even the alternate Dragon Guards have many rights. Even if they have not yet established a foundation, have not been naturalized in the official department, and have been awarded the ninth rank, they are equivalent to
For those who have not yet entered the official position, it can be seen that they are all in charge of the position but not the official.
"Brother Qinian, will you come back?"
The little girl Bu Nian was a little nervous and looked at Su Qinian. Although she was a little reluctant to leave during this journey, she was more worried that her grandfather would never wake up once Su Qinian left.
Reaching out and rubbing the little girl's head, Su Qinian took a deep breath and said seriously: "I will definitely come back."
"Then go ahead, brother Qinian. If you don't want to read it, you will be obedient." The little girl smiled and was very well-behaved.
Leaving the candidate Dragon Guard token to the little girl, Su Qinian turned around and walked towards the end of the long street.
Strangely, this street was sparsely populated, and the closer it was to the end, the fewer people there were. Until Su Qinian saw a young monk. His ink-colored monk's robes showed no mercy. He seemed to have seen the depths of the endless underworld, the last part of the Nine Netherworld.
Bottom layer.
Jiuyou’s fourth kill!
Su Qinian had a clear understanding in his heart, and at the same time he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. The young monk in front of him was different from the monk Kongpu from Ganlu Temple in Jiuhua Mountain. His whole body exuded the aura belonging to the Nine Netherworlds of the Underworld. This aura made him
His true intention of ending his life, which he had been brewing and refining for many days, was filled with excitement.
"Jiuyou!" Su Qinian said in a deep voice.
The dark monk's clothes rippled slightly, and the young monk's eyes showed indifference, and he said calmly: "Nine Nethers or not, it has nothing to do with me. Your blood may help me transcend."
Detached?
Su Qinian frowned, a little confused, but from the moment the other party appeared at the end of the long street, he felt an unparalleled sense of crisis in him who was far away from Li Xu. He was definitely unusually powerful.
I am not underestimated, but overestimated.
This is Su Qinian's only thought at the moment. If he doesn't die this time, there will be a fifth kill, a sixth kill, and even a ninth kill.
Hulong Villa.
There are no pavilions or pavilions in this villa that protects the dragon. At this time, in a courtyard full of green bamboos deep in the villa, a middle-aged Confucian scholar is sitting in front of a stone table and brewing tea. The water is the city.
Outside the mountain spring, tea is made from the tips of bamboo leaves.
Suddenly, the middle-aged Confucian scholar put down his tea bowl, raised his head and looked into the distance. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the void and see the very far direction. At this time, he frowned and murmured: "How could it alarm that person in the Daming Temple?"
The title, Wudang Little Immortal, Qingyang Peak Su Qinian, Yipin Demon Suppressing Palace, Qiankun Arsenal, are really more and more exciting..."
……
The end of the long street.
In March, it was misty and rainy in Yangzhou, and Su Qinian's body was filled with chaotic energy, and the Hunyuan energy and blood formed a field, isolating the continuous spring rain from the outside.
More than ten feet away, the young monk did not move at all, letting the rain wet his robes. The inky robes seemed to have melted and stuck to his body.
He showed a ruthless and cold smile and said: "Give you a chance to take action. If you are too weak, I will break your bones inch by inch and let you experience the ultimate pain in this world. If you can survive, I will leave your body intact."
."
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Qinian took action, and his action was merciless.
Deep in the void, wisps of the original energy of heaven and earth hung down. Su Qinian made a fist seal, and the chaos furnace turned on the edge of his fist. Although it was only as big as a palm, the original energy was like a wandering dragon entwining itself, and the spiritual power was injected into it. It belonged to a turtle.
The prototype of the true meaning of Snake Fist tore apart the air in a radius of more than ten feet, revealing a pale vacuum world.
Angry!
There was a roar of a dragon, the air behind Su Qinian was twisted, and a dragon horse covered in golden and red dragon scales descended into the world.
"Yes, Wudang Turtle Snake Boxing has gained some momentum, but its own structure is still a bit lacking, and it has not yet broken free from its shackles."
The young monk said coldly, with a shock of his palm, he turned decay into magic. With a simple palm, he tore the Yuanshi Qi directly and fell on the chaos furnace.
Cang!
Sparks flew everywhere, Su Qinian grunted, and slid back seven or eight feet. Looking at the front of his fist, the Chaos Furnace was dented, and a clear palm print suddenly appeared on the furnace wall.
What a domineering and strong body!
Su Qinian's heart trembled. He was certain that this person must have practiced a body-training martial arts. He didn't know the level, but it was definitely not low.
Huh?
In this exchange, the young monk raised his eyebrows despite the spring rain, his eyes brightened, and said: "It's even more interesting. The prototype of the true intention actually made a tiny bit of solid fist intention. Although it has not escaped from the shackles, it is commendable, but it is still
It’s not enough! My "The Body of the Three-Emperor Ming King" only gave me three points of strength."
"The Body of the Third Ming King"?
Su Qinian's eyes were more solemn than ever before. This young monk did not hide the origin of martial arts at all. In this Buddhist and Taoist martial arts, Su Qinian looked through many classics in the Sutra Collection Building in the outer courtyard of Wudang. How could he not know that this "The Third Ming King"
"Body", it is the peerless martial arts of Daming Temple in Yangzhou. Rumor has it that it was created by a top master who achieved the Pure Yang Yuanshen in the first generation of Daming King Temple in his later years. On the day of the birth of "The Body of the Third Ming King", auspicious clouds descended from the sky.
, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, and the sweet springs gushed out of the ground, and they did not stop for three days and three nights.
Buzz!
Su Qinian clenched his fist, and the Chaos Furnace enlarged the fist. The ancient furnace body was glowing with cold metallic light, floating in the void. The air twisted and collapsed. Unable to withstand this powerful prototype of the true meaning of the fist technique, spider web-like cracks appeared.<
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The young monk in black robe did not move. He stood with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the rise and fall of the chaos furnace above his head. Then the furnace lid was opened, and the hot Hunyuan Qi and blood was enough to smelt gold and iron. It fell down and submerged him.
Bang!
As Su Qinian moved his fist, the furnace of chaos flipped down, covering the young monk inside.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Su Qinian took a step forward. He stepped on the turtle and snake stumps, and his body revived like a divine turtle. The nine fists of the turtle and snake flowed in his hands, and the nine prototypes of true meaning were injected into the furnace wall, and the entire chaos furnace was filled with brilliance.
, chaotic light interweaves, and an ancient divine turtle can be vaguely seen crawling on the furnace. It suddenly revives, roars up to the sky, swallows the sun and the moon, and gives birth to majestic dragon horns.
Along the way, Su Qinian not only sharpened his bright mind, but also polished the true meaning of Turtle Snake Fist. Now the nine styles of Turtle Snake Fist are integrated into one furnace. Although he still has not found a way to advance to the tenth level of "Turtle Snake Kung Fu", it belongs to him Su
Qinian's Turtle Snake Fist has begun to take shape after also activating the vitality of the dark gold dragon in the Zuqiao Divine Courtyard.
This is Su Qinian’s pinnacle punch since he entered martial arts.
The furnace of chaos swayed, and the Hunyuan Qi and blood like the Yangtze River suddenly became several times more intense. The expressionless young monk who had been in it finally changed his expression slightly.
"I underestimated you!"
The young monk scolded him coldly, and then waved his palms. He flicked his palms, and a golden light glowed like ink, tearing open the Hunyuan Qi and blood, and printed it on the furnace wall.
Bang!
The Chaos Furnace shook violently, and fierce palm prints stood out on the furnace wall. This was pure physical power, belonging to the strong physique tempered by "The Body of the Third Ming King".
Su Qinian's expression did not change. The faster he stepped, the primordial energy of heaven and earth continued to fall down from the depths of the void. He even used the "Dragon Suppression Stake" from time to time to begin to absorb the vitality of life under the earth. The Nine-Style Turtle and Snake
The punches continued, and they were struck more than ten times in a blink of an eye. The true meaning of the turtle and snake fists in more than ten pieces blessed the furnace of chaos, and the handprints struck by the young monk healed quickly. (Please give me a monthly pass, the genuine subscription is the largest for the ten steps)
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