Calling him an old Taoist priest is actually not an exaggeration at all. Looking at it now, the old Taoist priest is already very old. Although his complexion is very rosy and his body bones are good, he has mottled age spots on his face and deep eyebrows at the corners of his eyes. It is not difficult to tell from the deep carvings that this person is at least **10 years old.
A person who has lived for such a long time naturally has a reason for his longevity. As an outstanding representative of the internal martial arts, the previous generation Qinglong, who is respected by the world as Taoist Master Yunlong, can be regarded as a famous figure in the world.
Baguazhang, Bailie Palm, Yunlong's Elbow, Eight Steps to the Sky... Most of the rare martial arts skills in the world come from the hands of this person. It is not possible for a person like him to start a sect. It's nothing more than being sleepy.
"Zhong Liancheng, if you don't refine your elixir on Wudang Mountain, why are you here?" With a shake of his hand, he grasped the iron chain as thick as his arm and asked the monk with a sullen face.
"I'm here to see an old friend, can't I?" Zhong Liancheng heard this and said with a smile. His appearance was neither humble nor overbearing, which made people feel comfortable. However, the accumulation of years gave this Taoist priest a very heavy feeling. Compared to Lu Yu's destructive and chilling aura gave the person in front of him an unprecedented sense of oppression. It was a kind of fear, a kind of overwhelming strength brought by a strong man. Some people say that a heavy sword has no edge, and it is too clever to work. , if you compare Lu Yu with him, the serious Lu Yu is more like the famous swordsman Tai'a, who dominates the world, attracts people, and is a ruthless character at first glance. In contrast, the old man in front of him is an ancient swordsman. The divine weapon Zhan Lu, the benevolent sword has no edge, but is indestructible.
"..." Standing there, the tall and majestic back of the Bronze Bell Monk looked a little embarrassed. No matter what, he never imagined that he would try every means to transfer Guan Yichen away from here, but he would meet such an unparalleled master. Facing the old dragon in front of him, he felt that he was more confident in fighting against Guan Yichen. When he was a young monk, a martial art called Bailie Palm had already spread in the world, but today , only then did he know that the founder of Bai Lie Zhang was still well...
This old man... must be a hundred years old at least... Can he still do the appalling things he did back then...
His mind was in a mess, and thin beads of sweat quietly formed. When Zhong Liancheng saw it, he waved his hand with a smile: "I have heard about the things you did. I was surprised three years ago, Fujitora How could such a sophisticated person fall into an ambush? Until now, I figured out that it was you who betrayed him back then... The Thirteen Ghosts of Han Ling were considered brothers and sisters in the past. By your generation, it has become what it is now. I think back then, you and he were known as a lion and a tiger, and they were considered the most ace pair among the Thirteen Ghosts. Until the last moment, he believed in you so much, haha, How much benefit did that woman from Da Phoenix give you to actually let you do such a heartless thing?"
As he spoke, the old Taoist priest became more and more excited, pointing his sword at the great monk in red, and his voice was fierce.
"Amitabha,"
Hearing this, the Bronze Bell Monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, "It's all in the past. What's the use of talking so much. You're right. Fujitora and I are both partners and friends. Over the past few decades, we have also become friends." It's an unbreakable friendship, but have you ever thought about it, with the same qualifications and the same strength, why do I have to succumb to others? I am not as good as him, so I have to listen to his orders. This matter cannot be Blame me, or blame you for being blind. From the day he was chosen as helmsman, you should have thought that this day would happen."
As the Bronze Bell Monk spoke, he grabbed a copper bell as thick as a bucket in his hand with a flick of his wrist. Then he turned around and used the force to throw the bronze bell in his hand. With a bang, the bell broke through the wind and rushed straight to the front of the hall. The old man flew over.
"careful,"
At this moment, a loud shout came from the wall of the courtyard, and at some point, several figures appeared in the night. The person in front was very fast. The moment he turned over and fell into the courtyard, he threw the spear in his hand. The spears must have been extremely fast, and they hit each other just as the bronze bell was running towards the old man. Seeing this, the bronze bell monk did not panic. He twisted his body, wrapped the iron chain in his hand around his body, and followed fiercely. With a swing of the ground, the bronze bell turned into a meteor and headed straight for the old man along a huge arc trajectory.
A monk is also very powerful, but if it were an ordinary person, who would be able to use the bronze bell in his hand so skillfully?
The huge bell roared towards him. Although it was not as big as a car, it had an astonishing speed far beyond the former. The bell rang and it was already in front of the old man. When Lu Yu saw this, he flew out with a knife. The flying knife in his hand did not take the bronze bell. But he went straight to the monk...
Seeing this, the bronze bell monk hurriedly went back. The bronze bell that was about to hit the opponent was pulled by him, and he quickly pulled it back. A loud "thud" appeared between the two of them, and the flying knife was bounced by the thick bronze bell. Got up.
At the same time, another flying knife flew out quickly against the ground.
The Bronze Bell Monk was not comparable to ordinary people. He knew it was bad when he saw the angle of rotation of the blade. Sure enough, the moment it was about to fall at his feet, the flying knife thrown by Lu Yu suddenly raised his head as if it was alive.
"It's a little trick," he hooked his foot, suddenly turned it out, and flew out with one of his legs to kick the flying knife that went straight to his crotch. Almost at the same time, the Bronze Bell Monk suddenly found that his whole body was covered with a kind of black hair. The atmosphere was shrouded, and he hurriedly raised his head. Under the moonlight, a figure carrying the bright moon in the sky was above his head.
"Whoosh," the cold light flashed, like a silver thread, piercing the sky and reaching the front of the red-robed monk...
"ah,"
Seeing the flying knife heading straight for his eyes, the Bronze Bell Monk quickly turned over. Almost at the same time, the first flying knife flying into the air was also held in Lu Yu's hand. A sharp cry flashed in the air, and the flying knife But he jumped out like an evil ghost from a cage, and with a flash of cold light, he went straight to the great monk who fell in the air.
"So fast..." Suddenly feeling a pain in his shoulder, the Bronze Bell Monk hurriedly covered his shoulder, and the three flying knives flew out four times in an instant. Not only were the shots quick, but the angles were also outrageously tricky. , only Lu Yu can do this kind of thing in today's world...
"Little Li Fei Dao... is awesome," the old man in the courtyard was still standing there, standing with the smiling Zhong Liancheng. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he didn't have any trouble because of Bronze Bell Monk's attack. A little bit afraid,