Four thousand nine hundred and eighty chapters bone-chilling cold
The middle-aged nun heard the noise in the room and rushed into the meditation hall. She frowned, raised the broom in her hand, and swung it at Wan Lin and the others! But at this moment, she suddenly saw Wan Lin and the others motionless.
Sitting in front of the coffee table, she did not make a move towards Master Tianjue opposite. She was stunned for a moment, then stopped quickly, and the broom in her hand stopped abruptly in the air.
At this time, Master Tianjue had already looked at the middle-aged nun with a sharp gaze, and she scolded in a sharp voice: "Nianci, you have nothing to do here, get out!"
The middle-aged nun was stunned for a moment when she heard the nunnery master's scolding. She glanced coldly at the three people sitting in front of the coffee table, and then lowered the broom in the air. She turned around and walked to the door of the monastery, looking at it again with some worry.
He glanced at Master Tian Jue and then gently closed the door.
The Zen room was filled with a tense atmosphere. Master Tianjue stood opposite Wan Lin and the others, her whole body was feeling cold, as if she were a frozen sculpture, motionless. Her two shining eyes, tightly
Staring closely at Wan Lin opposite the coffee table.
Wan Lin was still sitting quietly on the futon, and there was also a wave of cold air coming out of his body. At this time, his face had a faint green color. In the cold technique that these two cold skills masters were using with all their strength, Wan Lin was still sitting quietly on the futon.
, the Zen room seemed to have suddenly turned into an ice cellar.
In the bone-chilling cold air, Xiaoya and Lingling's faces had turned pale. They tried their best to circulate the zhenqi in their bodies, desperately resisting the waves of cold zhenqi coming from the side and the opposite side.
Wan Lin felt the cold air coming from the old nun's body at close range, and his face suddenly showed a joyful look. From the cold air so close to him, he had confirmed that the cold air coming from the old nun's body in front of him
The true qi is indeed the Yinhan true qi cultivated by Xuanxu Guan alone. It is exactly the same as the Yinhan true qi passed down to him by Taoist priest Xuwu. Even if this old nun is not a disciple of Xuanxu Guan, she must have extremely strong skills in Xuanxu Guan.
Deep origins.
In surprise, Wan Lin withdrew the Han Gong he mentioned, raised his hand and put the two leopards he was holding on his lap. He raised the Wan family's unique pure Qi and gently waved a palm to his side, a wave of
Warm breath came out of his palms, instantly dispelling the cold atmosphere in the meditation room.
Master Tianjue, who was standing motionless across from the coffee table, suddenly saw Wan Lin retracting the cold power that was forced out of the body, and then waved a gentle palm wind. A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on her gloomy face.
look.
She stared at Wan Lin and shouted in a low voice: "Who is the little benefactor? You have mastered the kung fu of the two sects of Wanjia and Xuanxu Guan at such a young age. What does the nothingness of Xuanxu Guan have to do with you?"
Wan Lin didn't answer. He turned around and picked up the backpack beside him, reached out and took out an antique dagger. He held the dagger in both hands and gently placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
At this time, the crystal gem on the scabbard flashed a strange light in the dim oil lamp. Xiaoya and Lingling immediately saw that it was the Xuanxu Guan that Grandpa asked Wan Lin to carry with him.
dagger!
When they left Grandpa last time, the old man was worried that the cold Yin Qi that Taoist Master Wu had injected into Wan Lin's body had not been fully refined, so he asked Wan Lin to take this dagger with him when he left to prevent the fierce Yin Han Qi.
Qi backlash. The white gem inlaid on the scabbard of the dagger here can balance the cold Qi in Wan Lin's body and prevent him from going crazy while practicing the Xuanxu Observation of Cold Technique.
As Wan Lin took out the Xuanxuguan dagger, Master Tianjue's pale cyan face suddenly turned pale! She looked down at the antique dagger on the coffee table for a moment, then looked up.
The head let out a heartbreaking cry: "Nothingness!"
Amidst the shrill shouting, Lao Ni's upright body suddenly shook twice. Her eyes widened and she fell limply. Her face turned livid at the same time, and a bone-chilling chill came directly from her.
Welling out of the body!
Wan Lin and three others were shocked! They jumped up from the futon at the same time, and the three of them stretched out their hands to support Master Tai who was slumping down. At this time, they already understood that this dagger was carried by the leader of Xuanxu Guan.
, now that this dagger suddenly appears in Wan Lin's hand, this old nun must have realized that the Taoist Master of Xuanxu Temple is no longer alive!
At this moment, the door of the room was knocked open again with a "clang", and the middle-aged nun outside the room barged in again with a broom in hand. When she saw Master Tianjue who was slumping down, her face suddenly turned livid.
She suddenly raised the broom in her right hand, and a sharp cold air rushed straight to Wan Lin's side!
At this time, Xiaoya and Lingling had also jumped up and grabbed Master Tianjue's arm on the opposite side of the coffee table. Wan Lin let go of his hand and turned around in the cold wind blown by the middle-aged nun, grabbing his side with a "snap" sound.
When the broom came, a strong force surged out of his hand, and he shouted sternly: "Get out of the way!"
The middle-aged nun felt a strong force coming from the broom in her hand, and her body staggered back toward the door amidst this strong force. Her heels caught the threshold below the door, and she fell on her back toward the door.
At this moment, the middle-aged nun suddenly threw away the broom in her right hand and grabbed the door frame next to her. She pushed the door frame next to her hard, raised her feet and rushed into the room again. The two broomsticks that were already covered with a layer of cyan
There was a fire in his eyes.
Wan Lin used his internal strength to repel the middle-aged nun who was attacking him. He bent down and picked up the dagger on the coffee table, and pulled out the sharp dagger from the scabbard with a "clop" sound.
He moved quickly, grabbed the scabbard with his left hand and stuffed it into the old nun's left hand. He raised his right hand and directly inserted the gleaming dagger onto the coffee table.
In the dim light of the oil lamp in the room, the sharp dagger shone with a dazzling cold light on the coffee table. In the Zen room full of tension, a fierce murderous aura was added out of thin air!
The middle-aged nun who was charging suddenly saw the cold light flashing from the dagger. A look of horror suddenly flashed in her eyes. She opened her mouth and let out a shrill roar: "Stop!"
A sharp sword rushed towards Wan Lin's side. She raised her right hand and was about to strike at Wan Lin!
At this time, Wan Lin's movements were as fast as lightning. He put the scabbard inlaid with orbs into Shitai's hands, kicked off the futon under him with both feet at the same time, and his whole body suddenly rose into the air, directly from the coffee table and the coffee table in front of him.
The old nun on the opposite side jumped over his head. When he landed, he quickly turned around, put his right hand directly on the back of the old nun's heart, and shouted in a low voice: "Hurry and help Master sit down!"
The middle-aged nun rushed to the coffee table. She raised her palm and was about to hit Wan Lin when her eyes blurred. The three figures in front of her had disappeared. Xiaoya and Lingling had also jumped over the coffee table in front of them. They were about to
He bent down and held Master Tianjue's arm as he sat down.