The black-faced monk who severely wounded the Yagyu God of Killing had a great background. He was a close disciple of Zen Master Fan, the leader of Shaolin. Because his family name was Tie, and he practiced the Golden Bell Mask, people in the ancient martial arts world called him Tie.
monk
The Shaolin Golden Bell Shield is divided into twelve layers. This Iron Monk has practiced to the ninth level. There is only an inch of shield left on the whole body, and the shield has been trained to the point where he can move around the whole body and will not be fixed on the body.
a certain location
If you want to break through his golden bell, you can... unless you can forcefully break through his golden bell energy with extremely powerful skills, or hit the 360 acupoints on his body at the same time
If you want to forcibly break through Iron Monk's golden bell energy, unless the innately invincible strong man takes action personally, Iron Monk can be said to be invincible at the sixth level.
When Monk Tie asked this middle-aged man, who was more than thirty years old, if he was the grandson of Ling Juechen, the man nodded readily.
"Hehe! You are the leader of two families. It seems that your martial arts skills are not that weak. How about we show off?" Monk Tie looked at Ling Xiao and grinned.
This Black Iron Tower is a martial arts fanatic. When he meets a good opponent, no matter how big or small he is, he wants to compete with him. Ling Xiao is the direct grandson of Ling Juechen and a disciple of Wudang Lingming Taoist Master. Wudang's "Tai Chi Immeasurable Qi"
But Monk Tie couldn't help but feel happy when he saw the treasure book of heavenly skills in the ancient martial arts world.
"Haha! Uncle Master called me. I was supposed to practice with Uncle Master, but I'm currently on a mission and I'm afraid I can't accompany Uncle Master!" Ling Xiao also knew the Iron Monk very well. If he got involved, he would
There is no need to do the task
"What mission? Have you returned to the Dragon Group?" Monk Tie said in surprise.
"Well! The master sent his disciples down the mountain for training half a year ago." Ling Xiao replied to Monk Tie while looking around at the situation.
"Don't look at it, it's a ninja's earth-escape technique. Those guys in the island country are all rats. If they can't win, they will dig holes and escape." Iron Monk stomped his foot hard, "Bang!", the whole ground shook violently.
one time
Ling Xiao took a breath of cold air. This Iron Monk seemed so famous when he met him. His skills were ridiculously high. His ancient martial arts skills seemed to be even higher than his father's!
At this time, a sound came from the micro communication device on Ling Xiao's ear, and Ling Xiao's face gradually became serious.
"Uncle Master, the guy just now didn't escape very far. Our people found his traces three miles away."
"Really, that direction?" Monk Tie's eyes immediately shone, and the golden energy surged all over his body. The majestic aura was as heavy as a mountain, and the unsuspecting Ling Xiao almost lost his breath. In Monk Tie's view, there was no doubt that Yagyu was the God of Killing.
is a good opponent
Ling Xiao pointed toward the south and said, "Hoo!" A strong wind blew, and the leaves danced wildly. The iron monk, who was two meters tall and looked like a black iron tower, had disappeared before his eyes.
"This...!" Ling Xiao couldn't help but a trickle of sweat broke out on his forehead, his eyes widened as big as an egg. The tall Tie Monk was so good at Qinggong, and was not affected by his burly figure at all.
Ling Xiao calmed down and then chased south. More than a hundred kilometers south of this small town was a modern port city. If he wanted to sneak back to the island country, there was no other way except sea.
Airports, train stations, bus stations, etc. in major cities have been closely monitored by the dragon group. It is absolutely impossible to fly back to the island country.
As night falls, the tired birds return to their nests. The lights of thousands of houses in Beijing and the stars in the sky reflect each other. Sometimes it is not necessary to tell clearly whether the stars are on the ground or in the sky.
In a deserted and dark alley in the west of the city, a tall, thin man wearing a black gown and a long-haired woman were confronting each other.
The man in the black shirt is covered with black cloth and wears black leather gloves on his hands. Only a pair of shining eyes are exposed from his whole body. The woman is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a white-washed denim skirt. Her long hair is decorated with blue hair.
The hairpins are tied into a bunch and hang down from the back
The face is covered with gauze, and a pair of eyes full of aura are shining with moving light. At this moment, the watery eyes are staring at the man in black shirt standing in the dark corner.
"Why are you following me, little girl? If you don't tell me a reason, don't blame me for destroying the flower." The voice of the man in black shirt was extremely cold, and a murderous aura spread from him. He was already awake.
Murderous intention!
"I want something in your hand!" the woman said calmly, as if she didn't sense the murderous aura emanating from the man opposite.
"What is it!" The man in black shirt's eyes flashed, his gaze as sharp as an eagle staring at the woman's gauze-covered face.
The woman chuckled: "Stop pretending, what I want is the holy relic of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism."
"How did you know?" The body of the man in black suddenly trembled slightly. Although he couldn't see his face because he was masked, he was undoubtedly extremely shocked now.
He went through all kinds of troubles to steal the holy relics of Tantric Buddhism, but except for a few protective elders of Tantric Buddhism, almost no one knew about it. Why did the young woman in front of him know that the holy relics were on his body? Could it be that
Has it spread in the ancient martial arts world?
Thinking of this, the man in black couldn't help but show a look of panic in his eyes.
"I won't accompany you anymore!" The man in black swayed, and immediately like a puff of smoke, he crossed the high wall and came out of this small alley.
"Don't run away!" The woman never thought that the man would run away. When she jumped up the high wall, there were only houses in front of her, and the tall and thin man in black clothes had disappeared.
"Run faster than a rabbit." The long-haired woman stood on the high wall and stepped on the high wall in annoyance. Several cracks suddenly appeared on the high wall under her feet.
"But... why doesn't he seem to be poisoned? I clearly cast Zui Qingfeng!" The woman thought for a while and really didn't understand why the man in black wasn't hit.
The woman thought for a while, then jumped into the darkness and disappeared among the buildings.
The most dangerous place is the safest place. When most of the masters in Shangjing are out of the city to round up Yagyu God of Death and the Ghost Eye Evil Sword, Shangjing City seems to be the safest place.
In a landfill near the outskirts of the city, there are piles of stinking household garbage piled up in a large open space. Among the garbage piles, there are several figures shaking.
Scavengers, they are the first people to wake up in this city. They shuttle silently through every corner of the city with the help of dying street lights. As the most low-key and humble people in the city, rag pickers are temporarily forgotten by the world. This giant city is a beast every day.
Thousands of tons of excrement are produced. Things that most people think have lost their use value turn into priceless treasures in the hands of scavengers. There are always scavengers working seriously in such a large landfill.
Every day, a large amount of domestic waste comes from the city and the countryside around the city. The driver usually wears a mask and rolls down the window tightly, with a serious expression and a dull look in his eyes, as if he is bored.
After the garbage in the carriage is cleared, the garbage trucks can hit the throttle and drive away. Usually after noon, there will be scavengers here.
However, in the past few days, a strange waste picker has come near the landfill. The reason why he is called a waste picker is because he also follows other waste pickers to pick up recyclable domestic waste in exchange for money and food.
However, this waste picker sleeps in a small den made of old cardboard boxes during the day, and only comes out at night. At night, he can be seen among the waste pickers wandering around in the garbage dump like a ghost.
Tonight is a bit special, because this is a landfill that ordinary people are unwilling to take even half a step closer to. Here comes a woman in white. This woman in white has a peerless appearance, and her long hair is black and shiny. She came on the moon and looked elegant.
Dust, like the fairy descending from the Moon Palace
The woman in white clothes silently came behind the scavenger who slept during the day and scavenged at night. The eyes of all the scavengers in the landfill were attracted by that beautiful figure.
Except for the woman in white who had her back turned to the woman in white who seemed to be unaware of the stench in the landfill, where the scavengers were still rummaging through the garbage. But the woman in white seemed unaware and did not even frown, because in front of her eyes
There was only this ragged, unkempt scavenger in front of me.
If someone has very good eyesight, they will notice that the shoes worn by the woman in white are actually not touching the ground. In other words, although she seems to be standing behind the scavenger, she is actually suspended in the air.