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The night became darker, and the whole mountain was covered with darkness, with only the fires in the temples in the woods on the hillside. The old monk's right palm roar had hit Wan Lin's chest with his right palm.
Wan Lin didn't bother to explain his identity. He sided with his body in the fierce palm wind, avoiding the opponent's right palm that was hit hard. He shook his shoulders and shouted loudly: "Xiaohua, Fengdao, retreat!"
At this time, he was also a little angry. After he jumped off the wall, he had already put down the weapons in his hands to show kindness, but the other party still chased and fought relentlessly, forcing himself to take action, which suddenly made his heart rise.
He was angry, and he wanted to see what the old monk in front of him had.
Amid Wan Lin's deafening roar, the wind sword quickly took two steps back, while the little flower flew up from Wan Lin's shoulder. Its eyes were filled with blue light and he stared at the old monk in front of him fiercely.
It suddenly turned around in the air and rushed straight to the tiger that rushed towards the old monk. It knew that Wan Lin's order was to fight the enemy alone, and it strictly forbidden to attack the old monk in front of him and Feng Dao, so it was fierce
Pounced at the tiger, this was not considered disobeying the order of Wan Lin, the leopard head.
When the tiger saw the little flower pounced on it, a look of fear suddenly flashed out from its fierce tiger's eyes, turned around and limped towards the hall.
The little flower rushed out very quickly. It rushed behind the tiger like lightning, and slapped the tiger's butt, then flew backwards next to the three monks who were rushing towards it, and landed steadily on the wind knife.
on the shoulders.
It followed the blue light to look at the old monk in front of Wan Lin, with a very arrogant expression, as if it didn't take the huge tiger and the three young monks seriously.
The tiger howled in the severe pain from its butt, and fell to the ground. It then jumped up and jumped up to the steps in front of the hall, lay on it and looked at Xiaohua in horror, and the "king" on its forehead.
The tiger patterns composed of the characters were all trembling slightly in fear, their expressions seemed very depressed, and they completely lost the style of the king.
Feng Dao took two steps back and then saw Xiaohua attacking the tiger like lightning. He then gently touched his hands between his waist, and a few cold light flashed between the fingers of his hands.
He stared at the three disciples behind the old monk, guarding against them to launch a sneak attack on Wan Lin. He knew that the other party was all martial arts practitioners, and the other party was just afraid of using guns, but the hidden weapon was not within the taboo of fighting. Moreover,
The young monk himself was a master of hidden weapons, so he secretly took out the flying knife to prevent the other party from suddenly committing a crime against Wan Lin.
At this time, Feng Dao had already understood from the angry behavior of the monks in front of him that the monks in front of him had a deep misunderstanding of them, and the other party would not have any explanation at all.
Now he and Wan Lin understand that their only way is to show their skills and let the other party calm down and listen to their explanations. Among these martial arts practitioners who have lived in the mountains for a long time, only the strong can speak
Right!
In the blazing fire, Wan Lin dodged away from the old monk's palm wind. He was about to open his mouth to explain again, but the old monk had already twisted his left leg and kicked him under the ribs with the sound of wind.
Wan Lin took a step forward in the left leg that the opponent kicked. He then took another step and flashed behind the old monk, shouting anxiously: "Senior, listen to me!
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Before he finished speaking, the old monk had already taken half a step, twisted his palm and hit him on his shoulder. Wan Lin felt a suffocating palm wind blowing, his body shook, and his figure flashed quickly to the side.
The method is extremely fast.
In the red fire, the old monk saw that his fierce palm wind was dodged by Wan Lin, and the other party seemed to look down on him and did not make any counterattack at all.
His eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly widened. He angrily raised all his strength, took a step forward, waved a palm shadow at Wan Lin, and gusts of palm wind whistled towards Wan Lin.
In the palm wind of "Wuwuwu", the torches on the surrounding courtyard walls were shaking violently in the fierce palm wind. The flames above the torches made a "Wuwuwu" whistling sound, and the fires were shining in the temple courtyard.
The torches inserted obliquely on the wall made a "crackling" sound.
Among the whistling palm shadows, Wan Lin was like a willow leaves in the wind, sometimes forward and behind in the fierce palm wind. He protected his left hand in front of his chest, and his feet were unconsciously using it.
He came out of the supreme light skills of Xuanxu Temple, and his figure shuttled left and right in the sharp palm wind.
But from beginning to end, his right hand, which was standing in front of his chest, did not slap a palm. A gleam in his eyes, staring at the dancing hands of the old monk in front of him, and his figure dodged in the fierce palm wind like a flying figure.
At this time, a look of astonishment appeared in the old monk's angry eyes, and the other party's body movement was moving in his fierce palm wind like flying.
When the old monk saw the lightning-like identity of the young man in front of him, his heart suddenly jumped, his expression on his face seemed extremely solemn, and the palm wind he waved became more and more fierce.
At this time, he had already seen that the three disciples and another opponent, who were several meters away around him, were staggering backwards in his fierce palm wind.
But the extremely young boy in front of him was surrounded by him like a shadow in the palm wind. This and light skills were rare in the world, which shocked him. He immediately understood that he had encountered something rare in the world.
Master of martial arts.
The old monk immediately recalled the light skills of various martial arts sects in his mind. He then shot out a powerful palm wind, looking at the opponent's body movement that was dodging like a rabbit, blurting out: "You are from Xuanxu Temple."
Children!"
Before the old monk finished speaking, he let out another sharp sneer: "Hehehehe, I didn't expect that the famous Xuanxu Temple disciples would become foreigners' lackeys! Today, the old monk is the Xuwu of Huaxia and Xuanxu Temple.
Taoist priest, get rid of your evil deeds!"
The old monk's quick movement suddenly slowed down amid the sneering. He saw the direction of Wan Lin's movement, and his right palm was carrying a powerful internal force, and directly hit Wan Lin's moving figure.
Wan Lin felt aroused when he heard the old monk's voice, and immediately realized that the martial arts master with deep internal strength in front of him was probably a friend of Taoist Master Xuwu in Xuanxu Temple. He stopped and wanted to explain that a fierce gust of wind had already followed him.
With the old monk's sneer, he rushed forward with a shocked and raised his right hand and shot it forward. The internal force in his body surged toward his right arm at the same time.
In the red firelight, "Bang!" The two of them slapped together with powerful internal force. The two of them forced out their external true energy and rushed fiercely around.