As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he used Tai Chi power to cause the long whip of passing the disaster and passing the disaster to collide.
There was a strong internal force attached to the black rope. The two monks noticed another strange internal force from the black rope. They found that the two long whips were uncontrollably colliding together. They secretly cried in their hearts, "Oh no," then the internal force on the other party's black rope was overwhelming, and the two monks were shocked.
As fellow disciples, the three monks have not had much difference in martial arts skills, but Du'er's martial arts skills are obviously higher. Du'er's internal force hit Du'er's internal force and vomited a mouthful of blood. The blood in his body was churning so hard that he lost his combat power in that moment.
Although Du'er was better, he was not much better. Du'er's full-strength attack made his chest numb, and his body was sore and numb within a few breaths, and his internal strength suddenly became stagnant. It would be fine if it was on weekdays. In such a short time, he could smooth out the true energy in his body by adjusting his breathing. But what kind of person is Zhang Sanfeng? Since he had taken action, how could he give the other party a chance to breathe?
When Du Nan saw the other party take action, the two brothers lost their combat power instantly. They were shocked and shook their whip and attacked behind Zhang Sanfeng, hoping to stop him for a moment and let Du Er recover.
Song Qingshu smiled, sucked a pine needle on the ground, and shot it in Doun's face with internal force, just like the hidden weapon of the Tang Sect that was so powerful that the world was full of rain. Doun's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly hid to the side, but the black rope in his hand did not stop at all, and still swept to Zhang Sanfeng's back.
Du Nan suddenly felt a warning. When he looked back, he found that Song Qingshu, who was still several feet away, was standing beside him and smiling at him. He couldn't help but feel a chill: Is this really the light skill in the world...
This was the last thought before his acupoint was sealed. The black rope had no motivation and fell directly to the ground halfway through.
Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Du Dao had to distract himself from saving Du Ha. In addition, I didn’t know the essence of my light skills, so I could control him so easily, otherwise it would have taken some effort.
At this time, Zhang Sanfeng also sealed Du'er's key acupoints. Seeing that Song Qingshu had subdued Du Nan so quickly, his eyes were full of praise.
After investigation, we left immediately.Zhang Sanfeng whispered, Song Qingshu nodded and said yes. The two of them flashed and went to the Sutra Pavilion.
As soon as they opened the door, before they could check the situation inside, the two suddenly changed their expressions and hurriedly put their palms on their chests. Soon a powerful force came and intersected with their palms. Their bodies swayed involuntarily.
The two of them looked at each other and saw a thin monk in a green robe at the door holding a broom and sweeping the floor.
This monk is not young, his sparse long beards are all white, he is slow to move, has energy but has no strength, and does not look like he has martial arts.
However, the two of them dared not look down on each other at all. After all, this thin old monk just fought against two, and even shocked them to shake their bodies at the same time. Although the other party was waiting for the effort and the two were caught off guard, the result of this battle was enough to be proud.
I wonder who is the master visiting the Sutra Pavilion in the middle of the night?
Although the sweeping monk was calm on the surface, his heart was stormy. From countless years on, he felt like he was looking down on the mountain. Many long-standing masters in the world could not even take a single move. Unexpectedly, when he met the palm just now, he was shocked and his qi and blood were churning. Where did these two people come from?
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingshu and felt very glad. Qingshu said it was indeed true. There was such a super master hidden in this Shaolin Sutra Gallery. If Qingshu hadn't reminded him to come to Shaolin Temple first, if the other party was malicious, he would have really probably turned to this Shaoshi Mountain.
The sweeping monk looked at the old Taoist with a long hair and a young face in front of him. He stood there casually like a shady Yue Zhi, looking unfathomable, and was extremely surprised: Could it be him?
When his eyes turned to Song Qingshu, he was even more surprised: It turned out to be the donor Song. The donor not only cured the meridians on his body, but also learned this shocking ability. The strange situation was really beyond the old monk's surprise.
Song Qingshu hurriedly stepped forward to salute: Junior Song Qingshu has met his senior, but fortunately he had given his guidance from his senior, his life has only turned around.
I did not give any substantial suggestions at the beginning and dared not take credit. The sweeping monk was determined to ask how the other party repaired the meridians, but it was not a good time to chat, so he had to turn to Zhang Sanfeng. Could this be Zhang Zhenren from Wudang?
Zhang Sanfeng bowed slightly: I, Zhang Sanfeng, have seen the master, and the master's cultivation is the first person I have seen in my life. I admire him very much.
The worldly affairs are all dreams and illusions, not to mention that in front of Zhenren Zhang, how dare I call me the best?The sweeping monk also bent down and returned a bow.
Hearing the sound of Shaolin monks coming here vaguely, Song Qingshu sent a voice to the secret saying: Master, why don’t you come and hold the person in front of you, I will take the opportunity to go to the Sutra Pavilion to investigate, otherwise, when Xuan Ci and the others come, there will be no chance.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded secretly: OK!
Song Qingshu's expression was refreshed and bowed to the sweeping monk and said: Senior, we went to Shaolin at night to investigate the whereabouts of my father and several uncles. If you have any offense, please forgive me. I will apologize again in the future.
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed into the Sutra Pavilion like a ray of blue smoke.
The donor may be the best in the world with his light skills!
The monk sweeping the floor looked surprised, his hands folded, and he didn't see any movement. Song Qingshu suddenly felt an invisible high wall in front of him, and he seemed to crash into a fishing net. He hit him with a palm, but the overwhelming palm power had nowhere to be put in, but was bounced out by the air wall.
Song Qingshu's expression condensed, and the wooden sword was already in his hand. With one sword, the wooden sword seemed to turn into an invincible laser knife. The air wall in front of him was instantly split into two, and he suddenly felt the pressure around him relaxed.
Huh?
The sweeping monk was even more surprised. Just as he was about to continue to take action, Zhang Sanfeng also moved. No matter how confident he was, he would not dare to expose his flanks to Zhang Sanfeng, the world's number one person, so he had to let Song Qingshu leave and turn around and take a twelve-point spirit to deal with the powerful enemy in front of him.
At this time, Xuanci had already led the masters of Shaolin to come over one after another. Seeing that Sandu was injured and was restrained, Zhang Sanfeng was fighting with the monk in the sweeping field, and couldn't help but be shocked and angry: Zhang Zhenren broke into the forbidden area of Shaolin at night, and he might have lost his moral character in the clan!
Zhang Sanfeng Weiyu smiled bitterly. At this time, he was full of energy on the sweeping monk in front of him. He did not dare to speak at the critical moment, worried that he would release his true energy and be taken advantage of the situation by the other party.
There was a strong internal force attached to the black rope. The two monks noticed another strange internal force from the black rope. They found that the two long whips were uncontrollably colliding together. They secretly cried in their hearts, "Oh no," then the internal force on the other party's black rope was overwhelming, and the two monks were shocked.
As fellow disciples, the three monks have not had much difference in martial arts skills, but Du'er's martial arts skills are obviously higher. Du'er's internal force hit Du'er's internal force and vomited a mouthful of blood. The blood in his body was churning so hard that he lost his combat power in that moment.
Although Du'er was better, he was not much better. Du'er's full-strength attack made his chest numb, and his body was sore and numb within a few breaths, and his internal strength suddenly became stagnant. It would be fine if it was on weekdays. In such a short time, he could smooth out the true energy in his body by adjusting his breathing. But what kind of person is Zhang Sanfeng? Since he had taken action, how could he give the other party a chance to breathe?
When Du Nan saw the other party take action, the two brothers lost their combat power instantly. They were shocked and shook their whip and attacked behind Zhang Sanfeng, hoping to stop him for a moment and let Du Er recover.
Song Qingshu smiled, sucked a pine needle on the ground, and shot it in Doun's face with internal force, just like the hidden weapon of the Tang Sect that was so powerful that the world was full of rain. Doun's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly hid to the side, but the black rope in his hand did not stop at all, and still swept to Zhang Sanfeng's back.
Du Nan suddenly felt a warning. When he looked back, he found that Song Qingshu, who was still several feet away, was standing beside him and smiling at him. He couldn't help but feel a chill: Is this really the light skill in the world...
This was the last thought before his acupoint was sealed. The black rope had no motivation and fell directly to the ground halfway through.
Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Du Dao had to distract himself from saving Du Ha. In addition, I didn’t know the essence of my light skills, so I could control him so easily, otherwise it would have taken some effort.
At this time, Zhang Sanfeng also sealed Du'er's key acupoints. Seeing that Song Qingshu had subdued Du Nan so quickly, his eyes were full of praise.
After investigation, we left immediately.Zhang Sanfeng whispered, Song Qingshu nodded and said yes. The two of them flashed and went to the Sutra Pavilion.
As soon as they opened the door, before they could check the situation inside, the two suddenly changed their expressions and hurriedly put their palms on their chests. Soon a powerful force came and intersected with their palms. Their bodies swayed involuntarily.
The two of them looked at each other and saw a thin monk in a green robe at the door holding a broom and sweeping the floor.
This monk is not young, his sparse long beards are all white, he is slow to move, has energy but has no strength, and does not look like he has martial arts.
However, the two of them dared not look down on each other at all. After all, this thin old monk just fought against two, and even shocked them to shake their bodies at the same time. Although the other party was waiting for the effort and the two were caught off guard, the result of this battle was enough to be proud.
I wonder who is the master visiting the Sutra Pavilion in the middle of the night?
Although the sweeping monk was calm on the surface, his heart was stormy. From countless years on, he felt like he was looking down on the mountain. Many long-standing masters in the world could not even take a single move. Unexpectedly, when he met the palm just now, he was shocked and his qi and blood were churning. Where did these two people come from?
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingshu and felt very glad. Qingshu said it was indeed true. There was such a super master hidden in this Shaolin Sutra Gallery. If Qingshu hadn't reminded him to come to Shaolin Temple first, if the other party was malicious, he would have really probably turned to this Shaoshi Mountain.
The sweeping monk looked at the old Taoist with a long hair and a young face in front of him. He stood there casually like a shady Yue Zhi, looking unfathomable, and was extremely surprised: Could it be him?
When his eyes turned to Song Qingshu, he was even more surprised: It turned out to be the donor Song. The donor not only cured the meridians on his body, but also learned this shocking ability. The strange situation was really beyond the old monk's surprise.
Song Qingshu hurriedly stepped forward to salute: Junior Song Qingshu has met his senior, but fortunately he had given his guidance from his senior, his life has only turned around.
I did not give any substantial suggestions at the beginning and dared not take credit. The sweeping monk was determined to ask how the other party repaired the meridians, but it was not a good time to chat, so he had to turn to Zhang Sanfeng. Could this be Zhang Zhenren from Wudang?
Zhang Sanfeng bowed slightly: I, Zhang Sanfeng, have seen the master, and the master's cultivation is the first person I have seen in my life. I admire him very much.
The worldly affairs are all dreams and illusions, not to mention that in front of Zhenren Zhang, how dare I call me the best?The sweeping monk also bent down and returned a bow.
Hearing the sound of Shaolin monks coming here vaguely, Song Qingshu sent a voice to the secret saying: Master, why don’t you come and hold the person in front of you, I will take the opportunity to go to the Sutra Pavilion to investigate, otherwise, when Xuan Ci and the others come, there will be no chance.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded secretly: OK!
Song Qingshu's expression was refreshed and bowed to the sweeping monk and said: Senior, we went to Shaolin at night to investigate the whereabouts of my father and several uncles. If you have any offense, please forgive me. I will apologize again in the future.
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed into the Sutra Pavilion like a ray of blue smoke.
The donor may be the best in the world with his light skills!
The monk sweeping the floor looked surprised, his hands folded, and he didn't see any movement. Song Qingshu suddenly felt an invisible high wall in front of him, and he seemed to crash into a fishing net. He hit him with a palm, but the overwhelming palm power had nowhere to be put in, but was bounced out by the air wall.
Song Qingshu's expression condensed, and the wooden sword was already in his hand. With one sword, the wooden sword seemed to turn into an invincible laser knife. The air wall in front of him was instantly split into two, and he suddenly felt the pressure around him relaxed.
Huh?
The sweeping monk was even more surprised. Just as he was about to continue to take action, Zhang Sanfeng also moved. No matter how confident he was, he would not dare to expose his flanks to Zhang Sanfeng, the world's number one person, so he had to let Song Qingshu leave and turn around and take a twelve-point spirit to deal with the powerful enemy in front of him.
At this time, Xuanci had already led the masters of Shaolin to come over one after another. Seeing that Sandu was injured and was restrained, Zhang Sanfeng was fighting with the monk in the sweeping field, and couldn't help but be shocked and angry: Zhang Zhenren broke into the forbidden area of Shaolin at night, and he might have lost his moral character in the clan!
Zhang Sanfeng Weiyu smiled bitterly. At this time, he was full of energy on the sweeping monk in front of him. He did not dare to speak at the critical moment, worried that he would release his true energy and be taken advantage of the situation by the other party.
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