At that time, Zhang Liang did not expect that the old man in white was so narrow-minded that he was actually resentful of the head of the Fuhu Sect. While he was still fighting with his junior brother, he suddenly raised his internal strength and attacked him.
, without any concern for his identity and martial arts rules.
Now, he was really surprised to see that this man with no martial ethics had such high skills, and he was really worried about the local old man opposite him.
At this time, grandpa withdrew his gaze from the field, turned his face and whispered to Wan Lin beside him: "It seems that this Lingxiu Sect has been passed down. Someone just called this person the leader Xie, and it seems that he left behind with our ancestors.
The legend is consistent. The head of the Lingxiu Sect who fought with the head of Hongquan at that time was named Xie Changgeng. This person's surname is Xie, so he should have been passed down from the direct way."
The old man had a look of relief on his face, as if he was very grateful that this extremely rare cold skill could be passed down. Wan Lin nodded with a smile. He knew his grandfather's thoughts very well and knew that the old man really appreciated the novel Chinese Kung Fu.
This magical martial arts is indeed a treasure of Chinese martial arts.
At this time, Xiaolan, who was holding Xiaoya's arm on the side, suddenly whispered: "This is our extremely famous martial arts sect, called Lingxiu Sect, which is the same place name as our mountainous area. The head of the sect is thankful
Grandpa, my skills are so high."
Grandpa and Wan Lin both turned their faces to look at Xiaolan. Xiaolan then pulled Xiaoya to them and continued to whisper: "This Lingxiu Sect is so famous in our place. It is said that there are very few disciples under their sects, all of them.
People within the Xie family never accept outsiders.”
"Look at the people around you who have scimitars hanging on the waist, they are all disciples of Master Xie and people in their family. Usually we rarely see them. If the dragon sees its head but its tail, it will appear.
It’s a cold person, they never smile. It is said that their kung fu is to pass on their sons but not daughters, which is very mysterious.”
"Don't they live near this place?" Xiaoya turned her face and looked at Xiaolan curiously and asked. "If you don't live here, they live in the deep mountains. No one knows where they live, and they rarely come out,
Only when there is something to do in the nearby mountains can you see them. I just heard the old shopkeeper of the grocery store next to me say that since I discovered the erotic demon a few days ago, Master Xie and his team arrived here from the deep mountains yesterday and have been wandering around the nearby mountains, wanting to find them
That bad guy,” Xiaolan said quickly.
Wan Lin and his friends probably understood from Xiaolan's answer that this Lingxiu Gate had always lived in the depths of this mountain, but it was automatically fulfilling its heroic and righteous martial arts character in this mountainous area and protecting the fathers and elders of this mountainous area.
The villagers, and the same as their own family, are only passed down from the family and never passed down from outside.
After hearing Xiaolan's words, grandfather nodded and said, "Okay, this is the duty of martial arts heroes. No wonder they have never heard of them in the martial arts world. It seems that they still maintain the traditions of their ancestors."
He turned his head and whispered to Wan Lin and Xiaoya, "Since the fact that Master Xie didn't let us intervene, the people in this sect still maintain a strong sense of regionalism, have a strong xenophobic sentiment, are very arrogant, and are also towards themselves.
He is very conceited in martial arts. When you come into contact with them later, be careful and talk less.”
Wan Lin and Xiao Ya both nodded. They looked up at the disciples of Lingxiu Sect distributed on the street. Wan Lin whispered: "They came just right, and the disciples of Lingxiu Sect on the street held swords in their hands.
The handle was monitoring more than a dozen people from Fuhumen. I was afraid that these people would jump over the wall just now, and relying on the large number of people to hurt people. Now there are people from Lingxiumen holding swords by their side, so I guess those people dare not act rashly.
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Grandpa looked around and said coldly: "Hehe, if these people with no martial ethics dare to act recklessly, I will let them return all their kung fu to their ancestors, a group of ignorant bastards.
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Wan Lin and Xiaoya were moved in their hearts, knowing that their grandfather was already angry. If those people dared to attack them, they would immediately take action to destroy all the kung fu in this group!
While the few were talking, a cold breath suddenly came. Wan Lin and the other two quickly raised their eyes and looked forward. It turned out that the leader of Lingxiu Sect and the old man with long beard on the field were getting more and more fierce.
On the field, the true energy hit the surroundings with the two of them, and both of them had a strong energy. The people around them were step by step back in this surging airflow, with their eyes flashing.
A look of horror appeared.
The fierce fighting on the field at this time was completely different from when Zhang Liang and Xiaoya were fighting with their opponents just now. They just now all dealt with their opponents with their rapid and fast moves, giving people a dazzling feeling.
But now, the palm wind was stirring on the field. Two old men, one black and one white, were quickly turning their bodies on the field. Each move showed their deep skills. Moreover, both sides were merciless and were aimed at their opponents.
Whenever one of the two sides is hit, he will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.
The thin-skinned leader Xie was dressed in black, with no expression on his face, but his hands and feet were very fast, and his feet were suddenly advanced and retreated in a strange way. He protected his body with one hand and hit his opponent from time to time.
A cold breath was emitted from the whole body.
The old man opposite was wearing a white training suit. The training suit was already swelling with the body-protecting true energy that was forced out of his body. His face was extremely solemn, and his body was rotating flexibly with his opponent, and his steps were extremely stable.
The bluestone slab under his feet moved as his body moved, making a "crack" sound of rupture from time to time, and the internal force was extremely amazing.
The two of them hit each other in an interlaced manner, and the palms brought out a strong wind. The feet moved quickly and the moves hit the opponent's vital points. The two figures fought faster and faster in the field, one black and one white.
A figure was moving forward and backward like a ghost on the narrow street, with two strong winds hitting the bamboo buildings on both sides of the street. The dilapidated bamboo buildings made a "squeak" sound in the strong wind
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The martial arts practitioners on both sides of the street changed their faces when they saw such fierce battles on the field. No one expected that they would meet two martial arts masters with such profound internal skills in this mountain town.
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They knew that among the current Chinese martial artists, the internal martial arts that have been truly passed down are extremely rare, and there are very few masters who have practiced their internal martial arts to the point of hurting people through palms. I didn’t expect that in this
Several people appeared one after another in the unknown town.
Everyone retreated repeatedly in the fierce palm wind, especially the old man in black, which contained a biting cold air, which made everyone around him feel a chill that rose from the bottom of his heart.