But Han Xuqing was defeated that day, Xiang Yang, Xiao Chengyue and Han Feng chased after him and chased him out of the city.
After leaving the city, he gradually entered the wilderness, unlike the city where there are houses and alleys that are conducive to hiding, but Han Xuqing has a deep skill. Xiang Yang and Xiao Chengyue tried his best to catch up, but he could only maintain a stalemate. However, Han Feng shouted angrily: Han Jinren, stop! The golden-winged sword cloak was raised in the wind, using all the special skills of the Yunxiao School. His figure suddenly lost its shape and suddenly turned into a golden arrow that left the string. In a blink of an eye, he shook it away, and the two of them quickly approached Han Xuqing.
Among the three, Han Xuqing was only concerned about Xiang Yang. At this time, Han Feng was approaching, and Han Xuqing was happy. He made up his mind and suddenly turned around and smiled: OK, okay, has the leader Hu Yan want to recognize Han as his father again?
Han Xuqing's feet were slowing down slightly, and Han Feng immediately chased him. After hearing what he said, he was both heartbroken and angry, and screamed: Old thief, stop talking! Use the tricks as he said, and the golden-winged sword light swept across Han Xuqing
Han Xuqing's Taiyi sword was left outside the Bai Mansion and was unable to regain it in a hurry. At this time, his palms waved, and suddenly he felt a bright yellow true energy. He wanted to dismantle the golden-winged sword moves with empty hands. Han Feng gritted his teeth and was about to wait for his two wings to move each other, but Xiang Yang shouted far away: Miss Huyan, be careful!
But Han Xuqing slapped his right palm, and his palm power was extremely powerful. It was a move made by the Nine-Turn Xuan Ability. The first palm's energy forced the threat of the Golden-winged Knife blade. The second palm of his left hand attacked Han Feng immediately.
The pain of losing his mother and the shame of being raped by his brother were all caused by the person in front of him. Han Feng could never suppress the grief and anger in his heart. Facing the heavy move of the imperial seal palm, he did not want to avoid it and threw out his left wing to the death. The golden-winged sword, and the cold and cold edges came out one after another, melting into a golden crescent moon, swearing to take Han Xuqing's life
Xiang Yang was shocked: I'm so impulsive. How could Han Xuqing be bothered with you? He rushed forward, but it was too late. Han Xuqing's palm power changed unpredictable. He suddenly turned 70% of the power of his left palm to his right palm, and took advantage of the situation to remove the Golden Winged Knife's killing move. The remaining three-point skill of the right palm had shook Han Feng from the air and Han Feng's chest suddenly tightened, his body flew out, and he fell to the ground.
Han Xuqing was overjoyed: It's done! Suddenly, he felt a pain in his left arm. When he saw it, there was a bloody hole. After all, it was scratched by the Golden-winged Sword Yu Jin. Although it was only a skin wound, the wound was dragged very long, just like the hatred in Han Feng's heart, it was definitely hard to erase...
Han Xuqing pressed his arm and frowned, whispering: I won’t bother with you... Seeing Xiang, Xiao and the others approached, and then pulled their feet and ran away quickly.
Seeing Han Feng getting into the palm, Xiang Yang naturally couldn't ignore it. He turned his head and shouted to Xiao Chengyue: You are caring about Miss Huyan... But he saw Xiao Chengyue rushing past Han Feng and chasing Han Xuqing. Obviously, he was so angry that he was deceived by Han Xuqing. How could he take care of Han Feng's injuries?
Xiang Yang stared at his back and cursed: What a god Xiao! He had to stop and lean over to see how Han Feng was injured. Han Feng snorted bitterly, pushed away his hand that was reaching for support, and whispered: Don't touch me! I... I'm fine
Even though she said this, Xiang Yang could hear her groaning with gritted teeth. The internal injury was definitely not a minor, and then said: "Go to heal the girl's luck first. Han Feng forced himself to sit up, pressed her chest wound, and shook her head and said: I don't need you to help, I... I must kill the old thief with my own hands... Xiang Yang said: If you want to fight Han Xuqing, you must first adjust the injury! The girl suffered internal injuries, but she couldn't show off. As she said that, she put her palm on Han Feng's vest, and was about to urge her true energy to help her to sort out her meridians, Han Feng suddenly trembled and screamed like crazy: Let's go!
With a sharp sound on the ground, Xiang Yang suddenly felt the golden light shining and hurriedly pulled back, but saw Han Feng spread his golden winged sword and swept back behind him, slashing several times. If he had a slow reaction, he would have almost lost his life. Xiang Yang was angry and shouted: Miss Huyan, what are you doing?
Han Feng stood up with his body, looking haggard, but his eyes were filled with grief and anger. Xiang Yang couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it. Han Feng slowly turned around and left, his lonely back seemed to float in the realm of nothingness, and the remaining light dragging the golden-winged sword disappeared far away.
Xiang Yang knew that her hatred for Han Xuqing was indelible, and she had a path to revenge. No matter how high her martial arts skills were, she could defeat Han Xuqing, but it would be difficult for Han Feng to get rid of the nightmare in her heart. She left, Han Xuqing and Xiao Chengyue had already lost their way to Xiang Yang, looking at the way they went, and thought to herself: If Han Xuqing gets away today, there will be endless troubles to chase them no matter what!
He followed Han Xuqing's escape direction and saw blood on the ground. He thought that Han Xuqing was injured by the Golden Winged Knife. He was concentrating on the moment. The wind and grass along the way were all in his eyes, and he passed by wilderness, bamboo ponds, wheat fields, and gradually the trees grew from sparse to dense, and came to a deserted forest. Although there was no blood, Han Xuqing's figure was still missing.
After chasing this place, Han Xuqing had already escaped without a trace. Xiang Yang was secretly angry and thought to himself: Where can I find it now?
According to the junior brother, Han Xuqing has collected all the Ten Silk Satins. If he has bought him time, he will slowly crack the secrets... If there are some wonderful martial arts hidden in these Ten Silk Satins, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not reverse the situation.
Thinking of this, Xiang Yang could not let go of any clues about tracking Han Xuqing. He was wandering around the mountains. Suddenly, he saw black tiles between the shadows of trees. When he walked through the bushes, he saw a temple built along the mountain. He looked up and saw the three words "Miye Temple" written on the plaque; when he lowered his head, the land in front of the door was reflected in bright red and blood was not dry.
Xiang Yang was excited: OK! Is Han Xuqing hiding here? Just as he was about to enter the temple to pursue, the temple door suddenly opened on its own, and a little novice monk came out with a bamboo broom. When he saw Xiang Yang, his face seemed to be shrunk, and he lowered his head and went to sweep the blood traces.
Xiang Yang said in his heart: Han Xuqing didn't look for it, so he couldn't just be destroyed. He lowered his head and glanced at the blood stain and asked: Master, what's going on with the blood stain on the ground?
The little novice monk looked at him, and even hurriedly swept away the blood stains, saying: This? This... is my master who is in poor health. He just coughed up blood, Amitabha Buddha... He said that, and hurriedly swept the ground clean. His words and deeds were obviously filled with silence.
Xiang Yang naturally didn't believe these words, and thought to himself: The little monk was speechless, so he had to go to the temple to see what was going on. Then he said: It's fine, my little master, I've been rushing down for a long time, and I missed the hotel, so I can go to the temple to ask for a bowl of tea? The little monk was embarrassed and stuttered for a while: I...I'll go and ask my master for advice.
Turning around and entering the temple in a hurry, before closing the door, Xiang Yang had already stepped into the little novice monk at a loss, and walked into the hall with a bamboo broom.
Xiang Yang said in his heart: Seeing that this little novice monk is indeed in his heart, he has a ghost in his heart. He has quietly scanned the courtyard for a week. Seeing that the Burying Temple has three entry points, the building is simple, but the details are quite exquisite, and there are many shadows on the eaves. When he walks to the hall, Xiang Yang is stunned: but he sees a golden Buddha statue enshrined in the hall, which is as high as two people. The golden Buddha sits in a cross-legged position, but his hands are holding his head and hanging down, as if he is full of troubles, and he is extremely worried. He wants to shake his head and sigh.
Looking at the postures of thousands of Buddha statues in the world, even if the Buddha is carved with compassion for sentient beings, he will never see such troubled Buddha statues.
Xiang Yang saw the little novice monk standing aside and couldn't help asking: Master, why does the temple worship a Buddha statue holding his head?
Is this really strange?
But I heard a clear and old voice saying: There are many sins in the world, and I cannot fully resolve them. If the Buddha is in the Western Paradise, he will naturally have no worries. Since he is a cast of metal and iron, he is heavy and stuck in his body, and he stays in this place of sin, how can he not be worries? Sin, sin!
Xiang Yang looked out of the inner hall, and saw an old monk walking out of the inner hall. His face was complex and shallow, with a snow-white long beard hanging straight to his chest, with a gentle expression and elegant temperament. He was 80 years old, and he was as good as a monk. Although Xiang Yang suspected that Han Xuqing was hiding in the temple, he couldn't help but feel a little fond of the old monk. He bowed and asked: This master thinks he is the abbot here. How dare you ask the master's name? The old monk smiled slightly and said: My Dharma name Yingxian is not the abbot of this temple. This Temple of Burying Ye is just the place where I and my two brothers live by chance. There is no abbot.
Xiang Yang said: So that's it. I looked at the Buddha statue holding the head again, and suddenly I felt something strange. I walked to the Buddha and looked carefully. I couldn't help but open my eyes. The Buddha statue looked at it from a distance, but it was just a strange posture. At this time, Xiang Yang walked closer and saw clearly: the Buddha statue held its head and looked down, but it was a penis carved between the legs of the Buddha statue. The carving was extremely exquisite, and even the skyrocketing blue veins were visible. It rose high and looked like life.
This kind of Buddha statue is clearly a blasphemy of the Buddha, so how can monks worship such things? Xiang Yangcha was stunned and suddenly thought: There is really a big problem with this temple! He thought that he had to investigate the truth no matter what, so he turned around and snatched the Zen Master Yingxian but moved to block the way. He smiled and said: My junior brother is treating people's injuries inside, so the donor should not enter and disturb him.
Xiang Yang felt a stern and shouted: Do you know who I am? Ying Xian said: Amitabha! I know you are the disciple of Hua Xuanqing, and I will not hide it from you until now. Han Xuqing is in the temple at this moment, dissolving the remnant of the Taiyin Sword, and it will be fine in a moment. Xiang Yang snorted and said: It's good! It doesn't matter if he heals his wounds. When he is injured, I will fight him here to win and lose.
Ying Xian smiled and said: I heard that the nine-way thunder palm of the donor has reached the realm of Tianlei Wuwang, and its power is amazing. How dare Han Xuqing fight with the donor again? This has been cultivated by my senior brother for a long time and has not achieved great success. Today, it cannot be ruined by the donor's hands. If the donor wants to take his life, my three brothers and brothers cannot sit idly by. As they said that, they put their palms together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: Amitabha!
His palms were closed, and the monk's robe floated and floated. He had a long beard but did not move when he heard the wind. Xiang Yang knew that this was the power of an internal master. The true energy was enough to swell the robe. The hair was lighter than the one, but it was born because of the unity. It was wrapped in the true energy, but it was still hanging down. If it was an ordinary master, the true energy would swell with its long beard. It was because it was not protected by internal strength. Yingxian had such attainments and protected his body. The true energy had reached an extremely high level, and it was difficult to touch the body when flying dust and fluttering.
Facing an unexpected strong enemy, Xiang Yang did not care about it, and focused his mind. Tianlei Wuwang's skill was activated, he clamped his fists, and his bones were faintly loud. He shouted loudly, and his whole body shook a layer of invisible true energy. Suddenly, the little shattered scream, and he fell a few steps away from a distance. He sat down on the ground and said loudly: Xiang donor, be careful! The palms suddenly split, like two waves of air, and the stone bricks on the floor cracked and cracked. A sudden sharp force rushed towards Xiang Yang with a palm towards the sky and the ground, but it hit the world. It was thunder shocking the heavens and the earth. It was the dragons and snakes that stinged in one fell swoop, and the energy was further returned by three points. The broken bricks on the ground were forced back by the power of the thunder palm, and they rushed to Yingxian.
Ying Xian praised: Good kung fu! A roll of his left sleeve, rolled up a whirlwind, and waved it casually, and all the gravels flew like arrows and flew out of the right sleeve, rolled up again, the wind became stronger, Xiang Yang suddenly felt his body lighter, almost blown away from the ground by the strong wind, and was shocked: The old monk has such profound internal skills! What kind of kung fu is this? Since he practiced Tianlei Wuwang, he has never encountered such a powerful opponent. He was unaware of his competitive spirit, jumped into the air along the wind, and slashed out with his palm.
Yingxian was delighted when he saw his feet off the ground: OK, you are digging your own grave. The martial arts he practiced are called Fuyao Dafeng. He is best at shaking the enemy's posture with strong true energy. When his skills are at the peak, the power is really like a storm. Every move is full of power to shatter the rocks. At this time, Xiang Yang was in mid-air. For Yingxian, he was right in the middle, and his palms were whirling, which immediately caused the air flow in the void to circumvent. The strong wind prevented Xiang Yang from pushing forward. Instead, he retreated slightly and slight incense candles in the hall and suddenly turned into smoke. He was quickly sucked by the power of the whirlwind. Following the trajectory of Yingxian's concentration of skills, he suddenly condensed into dozens of thin flying smoke silk threads, and circling the whirlwind continuously towards Yang.
These tobaccos are gathered by Yingxian's true qi. They seem small, but they are invincible. Once they are entangled, they will be crushed and the flesh Xiang Yang is not afraid of it. It condenses in the air. The magical power of the universe and the Heavenly Characters Technique. With a sudden shout, the palm power has increased sharply. The flying smoke that attacked was forced by the Thunder Palm and collapsed and scattered. The whirlwind was hit by the palm at the same time, and the true qi was scattered. Xiang Yang's body was no longer restrained. Xiang Yang's feet were heavy and down-to-earth, and immediately flashed forward, shouted loudly: Take the move!
Yingxian suddenly felt that the wind was broken, and his heart was secretly shocked, and the thunder was coming towards him. At the moment, a single palm was slapped out, and a loud bang broke out. This palm was really like the wind and thunder. The stone bricks under the two feet burst into pieces at the same time, and the gravels flew randomly. The palm was raising the Kuilong power, and the tide was endless. It was powerful and powerful. Fuyao Dafeng
With deep skills, Yingxian's face was heavy, and his palm power increased as he suddenly came. As if the haze in the sky suddenly came, the momentum would cover up everything, and he would be in a stalemate with the thunder palm power.
In an instant, the waves of air that were originally tumbling on the hall tended to calm down. It seemed calm, but in fact it was a surging undercurrent. The two had already started fighting for internal strength on the front line of life and death, which was extremely dangerous. The true energy of Tianlei Wuwang and Fuyao Dafeng hovered between the two palms, like two dragons fighting in a row, not giving in to each other.
Xiang Yang focused his mind to answer, but he felt that Yingxian's palm power was like a sail with a smooth wind, and he broke through the waves layer by layer. He thought to himself: I have never heard of such a Buddhist master who has such a strong internal skills! But with my Tianlei Wuwang's skills, I can handle it, not to mention that the old monk is old and has less strength, I will definitely win!
Without a cup of tea, Yingxian's brows were indeed tightened, his palms were slightly slower, and he showed his fatigue and turned to Yang's spirit. The true energy in the dantian surged, and another ripple of Kuilong power, the old power was transformed into the new, and the power was even more sharp and unstoppable. He suddenly defeated Fuyao's strong wind, the internal force, the deadlock was finally broken. With a bang, Yingxian's body flew away and quickly slapped the wall behind him. A handprint more than an inch deep suddenly appeared on the wall. The power of the thunder palm was removed and the retreat stopped.
Xiang Yang took advantage of the victory and rushed forward, shouting: Give up the way! The chain of palms came out, as if it was a series of thunder. It was the thunder that motivated mountains and rivers, and dozens of heavy palms were covered. Yingxian was about a radius of about a meter. Yingxian had nowhere to avoid it. He started to patrol, and the strong wind rushed to rush, which was obviously inferior to before. In a blink of an eye, both sides faced more than forty palms. Yingxian could not resist. He had a palm in the middle of his chest, vomited blood on the spot, and shook his body and fell a few steps back. Although he had not fallen to the ground, his face was no longer bloody and his face was deep in his wrinkles. It can be seen that he was about to regain his skills to meet the enemy. Suddenly, he felt a flash in front of him. Xiang Yang had approached him, slapped his right palm and pressed his chest with a weak pin. Zigong acupoint.
Seeing that he was not able to make any moves, Yingxian nodded bitterly and said, "I admire you, admire you, Xiang Donor's martial arts are superb. I am ashamed of Xiang Yang. I came here only for Han Xuqing and offended the master without intention, but in case, I asked the master to rest here. I turned my palms into my fingers, and in a blink of an eye, I pointed several heavy acupoints in Yingxian, which made him unable to move Ying Xian's body. I shook it, and I could no longer stand. I sat cross-legged and said, "I am already very grateful to the donor, but what Han Xuqing did is very related to my three brothers. Don't you want to interrogate it clearly?
Xiang Yang said in his heart: It is important to capture Han Xuqing, but you can't delay time. Then he said: When I get rid of Han Xuqing, I will come to ask the master what happened. After saying that, I walked towards the inner hall only after walking a few steps, but suddenly my feet were empty. Xiang Yang immediately became alert. He jumped up and got up. As soon as he landed, he suddenly flipped the board and pulled up again. Looking around in the air, the inner hall was empty, and there was not even a cushion on the ground. Just as he was suspicious, his feet stepped on the ground and stepped on the board again.
Xiang Yang had no choice but to jump high again, thinking to himself: Is there no real ground in this room? How come it is all rolling over! He jumped closer to the wall, then kicked up on the wall, and leveraged the force to rise again, and climbed to the cross beam on the top of the hall with his left hand. He was about to take advantage of the momentum to flip the beam, but suddenly a row of seven crescent hooks were turned out on the beam. Xiang Yang was caught off guard, and two of the hooks had nailed his left palm to the beam, and blood was splashing.
Xiang Yang was shocked: There was also a mechanism on the beam! The right palm that was originally about to climb up the beam quickly retracted. He made a quick decision, but instead made a strong attack on the bottom of the beam. Fortunately, there was no mechanism on the beam. With this blow, Xiang Yang fell down quickly. He did not care about the severe pain in his left hand. He urged his palms to hit the wall. Bang The earthquake opened a big hole. Many wooden shafts in the wall flew around. Xiang Yang used this blow to break the wall and turned to the ground.
There was no tilt on the side outside the wall. Xiang Yang Anran landed on the ground and shouted to Yang: It was so dangerous! He quickly turned over and stood up, and saw that where he was, there was an empty and quiet Zen room, with no one there.
Xiang Yang was slightly calmed down, and looked down at the back of his left palm. Two extremely deep wounds were cut by the tip of the hook. The first thing hesitated was that the hook was more like two blood holes. If he did not leave the beam immediately, his palm would be penetrated by the iron hook nails. The whole person was hung under the beam through the iron hook. In a moment, his left palm was abandoned, and he still fell down and swept his forehead and wiped his cold sweat, cursing in his heart: This mechanism is so poisonous! Just as he was about to investigate, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the Zen room had changed drastically, as if there was another person's breath, and he thought of Yang. He looked down and saw that the sunlight poured in from the window behind him, and a sparse and vast figure was printed at his feet.
After leaving the city, he gradually entered the wilderness, unlike the city where there are houses and alleys that are conducive to hiding, but Han Xuqing has a deep skill. Xiang Yang and Xiao Chengyue tried his best to catch up, but he could only maintain a stalemate. However, Han Feng shouted angrily: Han Jinren, stop! The golden-winged sword cloak was raised in the wind, using all the special skills of the Yunxiao School. His figure suddenly lost its shape and suddenly turned into a golden arrow that left the string. In a blink of an eye, he shook it away, and the two of them quickly approached Han Xuqing.
Among the three, Han Xuqing was only concerned about Xiang Yang. At this time, Han Feng was approaching, and Han Xuqing was happy. He made up his mind and suddenly turned around and smiled: OK, okay, has the leader Hu Yan want to recognize Han as his father again?
Han Xuqing's feet were slowing down slightly, and Han Feng immediately chased him. After hearing what he said, he was both heartbroken and angry, and screamed: Old thief, stop talking! Use the tricks as he said, and the golden-winged sword light swept across Han Xuqing
Han Xuqing's Taiyi sword was left outside the Bai Mansion and was unable to regain it in a hurry. At this time, his palms waved, and suddenly he felt a bright yellow true energy. He wanted to dismantle the golden-winged sword moves with empty hands. Han Feng gritted his teeth and was about to wait for his two wings to move each other, but Xiang Yang shouted far away: Miss Huyan, be careful!
But Han Xuqing slapped his right palm, and his palm power was extremely powerful. It was a move made by the Nine-Turn Xuan Ability. The first palm's energy forced the threat of the Golden-winged Knife blade. The second palm of his left hand attacked Han Feng immediately.
The pain of losing his mother and the shame of being raped by his brother were all caused by the person in front of him. Han Feng could never suppress the grief and anger in his heart. Facing the heavy move of the imperial seal palm, he did not want to avoid it and threw out his left wing to the death. The golden-winged sword, and the cold and cold edges came out one after another, melting into a golden crescent moon, swearing to take Han Xuqing's life
Xiang Yang was shocked: I'm so impulsive. How could Han Xuqing be bothered with you? He rushed forward, but it was too late. Han Xuqing's palm power changed unpredictable. He suddenly turned 70% of the power of his left palm to his right palm, and took advantage of the situation to remove the Golden Winged Knife's killing move. The remaining three-point skill of the right palm had shook Han Feng from the air and Han Feng's chest suddenly tightened, his body flew out, and he fell to the ground.
Han Xuqing was overjoyed: It's done! Suddenly, he felt a pain in his left arm. When he saw it, there was a bloody hole. After all, it was scratched by the Golden-winged Sword Yu Jin. Although it was only a skin wound, the wound was dragged very long, just like the hatred in Han Feng's heart, it was definitely hard to erase...
Han Xuqing pressed his arm and frowned, whispering: I won’t bother with you... Seeing Xiang, Xiao and the others approached, and then pulled their feet and ran away quickly.
Seeing Han Feng getting into the palm, Xiang Yang naturally couldn't ignore it. He turned his head and shouted to Xiao Chengyue: You are caring about Miss Huyan... But he saw Xiao Chengyue rushing past Han Feng and chasing Han Xuqing. Obviously, he was so angry that he was deceived by Han Xuqing. How could he take care of Han Feng's injuries?
Xiang Yang stared at his back and cursed: What a god Xiao! He had to stop and lean over to see how Han Feng was injured. Han Feng snorted bitterly, pushed away his hand that was reaching for support, and whispered: Don't touch me! I... I'm fine
Even though she said this, Xiang Yang could hear her groaning with gritted teeth. The internal injury was definitely not a minor, and then said: "Go to heal the girl's luck first. Han Feng forced himself to sit up, pressed her chest wound, and shook her head and said: I don't need you to help, I... I must kill the old thief with my own hands... Xiang Yang said: If you want to fight Han Xuqing, you must first adjust the injury! The girl suffered internal injuries, but she couldn't show off. As she said that, she put her palm on Han Feng's vest, and was about to urge her true energy to help her to sort out her meridians, Han Feng suddenly trembled and screamed like crazy: Let's go!
With a sharp sound on the ground, Xiang Yang suddenly felt the golden light shining and hurriedly pulled back, but saw Han Feng spread his golden winged sword and swept back behind him, slashing several times. If he had a slow reaction, he would have almost lost his life. Xiang Yang was angry and shouted: Miss Huyan, what are you doing?
Han Feng stood up with his body, looking haggard, but his eyes were filled with grief and anger. Xiang Yang couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it. Han Feng slowly turned around and left, his lonely back seemed to float in the realm of nothingness, and the remaining light dragging the golden-winged sword disappeared far away.
Xiang Yang knew that her hatred for Han Xuqing was indelible, and she had a path to revenge. No matter how high her martial arts skills were, she could defeat Han Xuqing, but it would be difficult for Han Feng to get rid of the nightmare in her heart. She left, Han Xuqing and Xiao Chengyue had already lost their way to Xiang Yang, looking at the way they went, and thought to herself: If Han Xuqing gets away today, there will be endless troubles to chase them no matter what!
He followed Han Xuqing's escape direction and saw blood on the ground. He thought that Han Xuqing was injured by the Golden Winged Knife. He was concentrating on the moment. The wind and grass along the way were all in his eyes, and he passed by wilderness, bamboo ponds, wheat fields, and gradually the trees grew from sparse to dense, and came to a deserted forest. Although there was no blood, Han Xuqing's figure was still missing.
After chasing this place, Han Xuqing had already escaped without a trace. Xiang Yang was secretly angry and thought to himself: Where can I find it now?
According to the junior brother, Han Xuqing has collected all the Ten Silk Satins. If he has bought him time, he will slowly crack the secrets... If there are some wonderful martial arts hidden in these Ten Silk Satins, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not reverse the situation.
Thinking of this, Xiang Yang could not let go of any clues about tracking Han Xuqing. He was wandering around the mountains. Suddenly, he saw black tiles between the shadows of trees. When he walked through the bushes, he saw a temple built along the mountain. He looked up and saw the three words "Miye Temple" written on the plaque; when he lowered his head, the land in front of the door was reflected in bright red and blood was not dry.
Xiang Yang was excited: OK! Is Han Xuqing hiding here? Just as he was about to enter the temple to pursue, the temple door suddenly opened on its own, and a little novice monk came out with a bamboo broom. When he saw Xiang Yang, his face seemed to be shrunk, and he lowered his head and went to sweep the blood traces.
Xiang Yang said in his heart: Han Xuqing didn't look for it, so he couldn't just be destroyed. He lowered his head and glanced at the blood stain and asked: Master, what's going on with the blood stain on the ground?
The little novice monk looked at him, and even hurriedly swept away the blood stains, saying: This? This... is my master who is in poor health. He just coughed up blood, Amitabha Buddha... He said that, and hurriedly swept the ground clean. His words and deeds were obviously filled with silence.
Xiang Yang naturally didn't believe these words, and thought to himself: The little monk was speechless, so he had to go to the temple to see what was going on. Then he said: It's fine, my little master, I've been rushing down for a long time, and I missed the hotel, so I can go to the temple to ask for a bowl of tea? The little monk was embarrassed and stuttered for a while: I...I'll go and ask my master for advice.
Turning around and entering the temple in a hurry, before closing the door, Xiang Yang had already stepped into the little novice monk at a loss, and walked into the hall with a bamboo broom.
Xiang Yang said in his heart: Seeing that this little novice monk is indeed in his heart, he has a ghost in his heart. He has quietly scanned the courtyard for a week. Seeing that the Burying Temple has three entry points, the building is simple, but the details are quite exquisite, and there are many shadows on the eaves. When he walks to the hall, Xiang Yang is stunned: but he sees a golden Buddha statue enshrined in the hall, which is as high as two people. The golden Buddha sits in a cross-legged position, but his hands are holding his head and hanging down, as if he is full of troubles, and he is extremely worried. He wants to shake his head and sigh.
Looking at the postures of thousands of Buddha statues in the world, even if the Buddha is carved with compassion for sentient beings, he will never see such troubled Buddha statues.
Xiang Yang saw the little novice monk standing aside and couldn't help asking: Master, why does the temple worship a Buddha statue holding his head?
Is this really strange?
But I heard a clear and old voice saying: There are many sins in the world, and I cannot fully resolve them. If the Buddha is in the Western Paradise, he will naturally have no worries. Since he is a cast of metal and iron, he is heavy and stuck in his body, and he stays in this place of sin, how can he not be worries? Sin, sin!
Xiang Yang looked out of the inner hall, and saw an old monk walking out of the inner hall. His face was complex and shallow, with a snow-white long beard hanging straight to his chest, with a gentle expression and elegant temperament. He was 80 years old, and he was as good as a monk. Although Xiang Yang suspected that Han Xuqing was hiding in the temple, he couldn't help but feel a little fond of the old monk. He bowed and asked: This master thinks he is the abbot here. How dare you ask the master's name? The old monk smiled slightly and said: My Dharma name Yingxian is not the abbot of this temple. This Temple of Burying Ye is just the place where I and my two brothers live by chance. There is no abbot.
Xiang Yang said: So that's it. I looked at the Buddha statue holding the head again, and suddenly I felt something strange. I walked to the Buddha and looked carefully. I couldn't help but open my eyes. The Buddha statue looked at it from a distance, but it was just a strange posture. At this time, Xiang Yang walked closer and saw clearly: the Buddha statue held its head and looked down, but it was a penis carved between the legs of the Buddha statue. The carving was extremely exquisite, and even the skyrocketing blue veins were visible. It rose high and looked like life.
This kind of Buddha statue is clearly a blasphemy of the Buddha, so how can monks worship such things? Xiang Yangcha was stunned and suddenly thought: There is really a big problem with this temple! He thought that he had to investigate the truth no matter what, so he turned around and snatched the Zen Master Yingxian but moved to block the way. He smiled and said: My junior brother is treating people's injuries inside, so the donor should not enter and disturb him.
Xiang Yang felt a stern and shouted: Do you know who I am? Ying Xian said: Amitabha! I know you are the disciple of Hua Xuanqing, and I will not hide it from you until now. Han Xuqing is in the temple at this moment, dissolving the remnant of the Taiyin Sword, and it will be fine in a moment. Xiang Yang snorted and said: It's good! It doesn't matter if he heals his wounds. When he is injured, I will fight him here to win and lose.
Ying Xian smiled and said: I heard that the nine-way thunder palm of the donor has reached the realm of Tianlei Wuwang, and its power is amazing. How dare Han Xuqing fight with the donor again? This has been cultivated by my senior brother for a long time and has not achieved great success. Today, it cannot be ruined by the donor's hands. If the donor wants to take his life, my three brothers and brothers cannot sit idly by. As they said that, they put their palms together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: Amitabha!
His palms were closed, and the monk's robe floated and floated. He had a long beard but did not move when he heard the wind. Xiang Yang knew that this was the power of an internal master. The true energy was enough to swell the robe. The hair was lighter than the one, but it was born because of the unity. It was wrapped in the true energy, but it was still hanging down. If it was an ordinary master, the true energy would swell with its long beard. It was because it was not protected by internal strength. Yingxian had such attainments and protected his body. The true energy had reached an extremely high level, and it was difficult to touch the body when flying dust and fluttering.
Facing an unexpected strong enemy, Xiang Yang did not care about it, and focused his mind. Tianlei Wuwang's skill was activated, he clamped his fists, and his bones were faintly loud. He shouted loudly, and his whole body shook a layer of invisible true energy. Suddenly, the little shattered scream, and he fell a few steps away from a distance. He sat down on the ground and said loudly: Xiang donor, be careful! The palms suddenly split, like two waves of air, and the stone bricks on the floor cracked and cracked. A sudden sharp force rushed towards Xiang Yang with a palm towards the sky and the ground, but it hit the world. It was thunder shocking the heavens and the earth. It was the dragons and snakes that stinged in one fell swoop, and the energy was further returned by three points. The broken bricks on the ground were forced back by the power of the thunder palm, and they rushed to Yingxian.
Ying Xian praised: Good kung fu! A roll of his left sleeve, rolled up a whirlwind, and waved it casually, and all the gravels flew like arrows and flew out of the right sleeve, rolled up again, the wind became stronger, Xiang Yang suddenly felt his body lighter, almost blown away from the ground by the strong wind, and was shocked: The old monk has such profound internal skills! What kind of kung fu is this? Since he practiced Tianlei Wuwang, he has never encountered such a powerful opponent. He was unaware of his competitive spirit, jumped into the air along the wind, and slashed out with his palm.
Yingxian was delighted when he saw his feet off the ground: OK, you are digging your own grave. The martial arts he practiced are called Fuyao Dafeng. He is best at shaking the enemy's posture with strong true energy. When his skills are at the peak, the power is really like a storm. Every move is full of power to shatter the rocks. At this time, Xiang Yang was in mid-air. For Yingxian, he was right in the middle, and his palms were whirling, which immediately caused the air flow in the void to circumvent. The strong wind prevented Xiang Yang from pushing forward. Instead, he retreated slightly and slight incense candles in the hall and suddenly turned into smoke. He was quickly sucked by the power of the whirlwind. Following the trajectory of Yingxian's concentration of skills, he suddenly condensed into dozens of thin flying smoke silk threads, and circling the whirlwind continuously towards Yang.
These tobaccos are gathered by Yingxian's true qi. They seem small, but they are invincible. Once they are entangled, they will be crushed and the flesh Xiang Yang is not afraid of it. It condenses in the air. The magical power of the universe and the Heavenly Characters Technique. With a sudden shout, the palm power has increased sharply. The flying smoke that attacked was forced by the Thunder Palm and collapsed and scattered. The whirlwind was hit by the palm at the same time, and the true qi was scattered. Xiang Yang's body was no longer restrained. Xiang Yang's feet were heavy and down-to-earth, and immediately flashed forward, shouted loudly: Take the move!
Yingxian suddenly felt that the wind was broken, and his heart was secretly shocked, and the thunder was coming towards him. At the moment, a single palm was slapped out, and a loud bang broke out. This palm was really like the wind and thunder. The stone bricks under the two feet burst into pieces at the same time, and the gravels flew randomly. The palm was raising the Kuilong power, and the tide was endless. It was powerful and powerful. Fuyao Dafeng
With deep skills, Yingxian's face was heavy, and his palm power increased as he suddenly came. As if the haze in the sky suddenly came, the momentum would cover up everything, and he would be in a stalemate with the thunder palm power.
In an instant, the waves of air that were originally tumbling on the hall tended to calm down. It seemed calm, but in fact it was a surging undercurrent. The two had already started fighting for internal strength on the front line of life and death, which was extremely dangerous. The true energy of Tianlei Wuwang and Fuyao Dafeng hovered between the two palms, like two dragons fighting in a row, not giving in to each other.
Xiang Yang focused his mind to answer, but he felt that Yingxian's palm power was like a sail with a smooth wind, and he broke through the waves layer by layer. He thought to himself: I have never heard of such a Buddhist master who has such a strong internal skills! But with my Tianlei Wuwang's skills, I can handle it, not to mention that the old monk is old and has less strength, I will definitely win!
Without a cup of tea, Yingxian's brows were indeed tightened, his palms were slightly slower, and he showed his fatigue and turned to Yang's spirit. The true energy in the dantian surged, and another ripple of Kuilong power, the old power was transformed into the new, and the power was even more sharp and unstoppable. He suddenly defeated Fuyao's strong wind, the internal force, the deadlock was finally broken. With a bang, Yingxian's body flew away and quickly slapped the wall behind him. A handprint more than an inch deep suddenly appeared on the wall. The power of the thunder palm was removed and the retreat stopped.
Xiang Yang took advantage of the victory and rushed forward, shouting: Give up the way! The chain of palms came out, as if it was a series of thunder. It was the thunder that motivated mountains and rivers, and dozens of heavy palms were covered. Yingxian was about a radius of about a meter. Yingxian had nowhere to avoid it. He started to patrol, and the strong wind rushed to rush, which was obviously inferior to before. In a blink of an eye, both sides faced more than forty palms. Yingxian could not resist. He had a palm in the middle of his chest, vomited blood on the spot, and shook his body and fell a few steps back. Although he had not fallen to the ground, his face was no longer bloody and his face was deep in his wrinkles. It can be seen that he was about to regain his skills to meet the enemy. Suddenly, he felt a flash in front of him. Xiang Yang had approached him, slapped his right palm and pressed his chest with a weak pin. Zigong acupoint.
Seeing that he was not able to make any moves, Yingxian nodded bitterly and said, "I admire you, admire you, Xiang Donor's martial arts are superb. I am ashamed of Xiang Yang. I came here only for Han Xuqing and offended the master without intention, but in case, I asked the master to rest here. I turned my palms into my fingers, and in a blink of an eye, I pointed several heavy acupoints in Yingxian, which made him unable to move Ying Xian's body. I shook it, and I could no longer stand. I sat cross-legged and said, "I am already very grateful to the donor, but what Han Xuqing did is very related to my three brothers. Don't you want to interrogate it clearly?
Xiang Yang said in his heart: It is important to capture Han Xuqing, but you can't delay time. Then he said: When I get rid of Han Xuqing, I will come to ask the master what happened. After saying that, I walked towards the inner hall only after walking a few steps, but suddenly my feet were empty. Xiang Yang immediately became alert. He jumped up and got up. As soon as he landed, he suddenly flipped the board and pulled up again. Looking around in the air, the inner hall was empty, and there was not even a cushion on the ground. Just as he was suspicious, his feet stepped on the ground and stepped on the board again.
Xiang Yang had no choice but to jump high again, thinking to himself: Is there no real ground in this room? How come it is all rolling over! He jumped closer to the wall, then kicked up on the wall, and leveraged the force to rise again, and climbed to the cross beam on the top of the hall with his left hand. He was about to take advantage of the momentum to flip the beam, but suddenly a row of seven crescent hooks were turned out on the beam. Xiang Yang was caught off guard, and two of the hooks had nailed his left palm to the beam, and blood was splashing.
Xiang Yang was shocked: There was also a mechanism on the beam! The right palm that was originally about to climb up the beam quickly retracted. He made a quick decision, but instead made a strong attack on the bottom of the beam. Fortunately, there was no mechanism on the beam. With this blow, Xiang Yang fell down quickly. He did not care about the severe pain in his left hand. He urged his palms to hit the wall. Bang The earthquake opened a big hole. Many wooden shafts in the wall flew around. Xiang Yang used this blow to break the wall and turned to the ground.
There was no tilt on the side outside the wall. Xiang Yang Anran landed on the ground and shouted to Yang: It was so dangerous! He quickly turned over and stood up, and saw that where he was, there was an empty and quiet Zen room, with no one there.
Xiang Yang was slightly calmed down, and looked down at the back of his left palm. Two extremely deep wounds were cut by the tip of the hook. The first thing hesitated was that the hook was more like two blood holes. If he did not leave the beam immediately, his palm would be penetrated by the iron hook nails. The whole person was hung under the beam through the iron hook. In a moment, his left palm was abandoned, and he still fell down and swept his forehead and wiped his cold sweat, cursing in his heart: This mechanism is so poisonous! Just as he was about to investigate, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the Zen room had changed drastically, as if there was another person's breath, and he thought of Yang. He looked down and saw that the sunlight poured in from the window behind him, and a sparse and vast figure was printed at his feet.
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