In the thick night, the little monk stood on the edge of the cliff and saw his grandfather's sad look. He was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened and closed quickly. He stared at his two round eyes and looked at his side in confusion.
Lingyu looked at it.
When Lingyu saw the little monk looking at her, she shook her head nervously, saying that she didn't know what grandpa was thinking?
At this time, the old man from the Wan family took a deep breath in the darkness, and he whispered: "Lingyu, Jingheng, the cliff where the pillars you saw were located is the original Xuanxu Temple!"
As he said that, the old man turned around and pulled Ling Yu to his side. He gently stepped on the rock beside him with his left foot, and his body suddenly rose up. He grabbed Ling Yu's arm and then appeared on the side of the cliff a little more than two meters high.
on the top of the boulder.
The little monk watched his grandfather pulling Lingyu and suddenly jumped up to the huge rock on the side. He was stunned for a moment, and then bent his legs and was about to rush up to the huge rock.
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed silently from behind, appearing behind the little monk like a ghost. The little monk was shocked! He turned around and raised his right hand back, and he followed in the darkness.
It was Wan Lin who appeared behind him.
Wan Lin grabbed the wrist of the little monk's powerful attack, and he whispered: "Don't make a sound, pay attention to the black spots on the cliff, there are caves!"
After Wan Lin said that, his body shook, and his figure disappeared like lightning under a raised rock on the side. The muzzle of a black sniper rifle followed him to the dark mountains under the cliff.
When the little monk heard Wan Lin's voice, he quickly leaned his body against the boulder on the side. He stared at the dark caves on the cliff, and then passed by his waist with his hands, grabbing each hand.
Only darts.
At this time, the old man stood on the top of the high rock with Lingyu. He looked up at the dark night sky in the darkness, and slowly said, "Nothing, Wanhongs live up to their responsibilities, and take them for you.
The successors of Xuanxu Temple are looking for, come to visit the leaders of Xuanxu Temple!"
The old man said, looking up at the air and bowed deeply. He followed, "Sir, seniors of Xuanxu Temple, Wan Hong, the current leader of the Wan family, pay homage to you all!"
The old man's voice was not loud, but the sound made by internal force was like a sharp sword shooting straight into the night sky. A dark cloud covering the cliff suddenly cracked a corner in the old man's vigorous internal force.
Curved gaps.
The stars flash in the gap, and the silver starlight flashes in the cracks, like a long historical river that records the rise and fall of Xuanxu Temple, winding, light and dark, as if it is a record of the history and rise and fall of Xuanxu Temple.
The long river is like.
The old man bowed and then straightened his waist, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky with tears in his eyes. He then looked down at Lingyu who was standing on the rock beside him, and whispered: "Lingyu, kneel down and kowtow, pay homage to Xuanxu
Observe the spirits in heaven of all seniors!”
Ling Yu was stunned when she heard her grandfather's orders. She looked up at the stars blinking in the air. A cold air suddenly surged out from her slender body, and her face turned pale!
She bent her knees and knelt on the top of the rock, then pulled out the black iron dagger from her waist, which symbolized the identity of the head of the Xuanxu Temple. She held the dagger in her hands and looked into the air and said in a low voice: "The 1002nd Xuanxu Temple
The thirteenth generation of disciples, Ling Yu, a registered disciple of the Wan family, pay homage to all seniors!" She reported her identity and then lay on the rock, kowtowed three times "bang bang bang", and then she held her hands again
Holding a dagger, he looked up at the air.
The sound of Lingyu's "bang bang bang" kowtow echoed in the quiet mountains. On the dark hillsides in the distance, green spots of light suddenly flashed, and a harsh wolf howl followed from the surrounding mountains.
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly sounded from the darkness, a gust of wind swept sand and gravel, and suddenly came from the side of the mountains! The howlings of beasts sounded in the surrounding mountains and the gloomy green light in their eyes,
It also disappeared into the darkness at the same time.
In the sudden strong wind, the stars in the night sky were bright and the mountains suddenly became bright. The wind swept away the remaining clouds and a dark cloud layer also covered the cracked gap at this moment. The mountains were pitch black, with only the "whimpering" wind sounds
Echoing among the mountains.
In the sudden storm, the old man from Wan family standing on the top of the rock remained motionless. He then stretched out his left hand and pulled Ling Yu who was still lying beside him.
The old man clasped his fists with his hands, looked up at the air and said slowly: "Xuwu, please rest assured, with my Wanshi family here, the unique skills of Xuanxu Temple will never disappear!"
Before the old man finished speaking, a "Kara" suddenly sounded in the dark mountains, and a golden lightning flashed across the dark night sky, as if responding to the old man's promise.
In the dazzling lightning, a silver beam of light flashed from the black iron dagger in Ling Yu's hand, and the beam shot straight into the lightning in the air. The silver beam and the golden lightning in the air met in an instant.
Together.
"Kala", a deafening thunder sounded from the air again, and the night sky covered by black clouds was torn out of a twisted crack by lightning in the air.
A dazzling starlight suddenly penetrated through the cracks in the clouds and shot straight towards Lingyu and the old man of Wan family standing on the cliff, just like a spotlight shot from the night sky, accurately shooting on Wan on the top of the rock.
The old man and Lingyu.
Lightning flashed in the air! A cold air suddenly surged out of the black iron dagger in Lingyu's hand, and the white cold air instantly enveloped the two people on the top of the rock. The cold light shot out of the pearl on the scabbard in Lingyu's hand,
It also disappeared into the boundless darkness at the same time.
The old man standing on the top of the rock smiled. He knew that the ancestors of the Xuanxu Temple had heard their voices and were pleased to see Lingyu, the descendant of the Xuanxu Temple!
He clasped his fists and looked deep into the air, then grabbed Ling Yu beside him, and gently tapped the rock with his right foot. The figures of the two fell lightly to the side of the huge rock in the whistling wind.
At this time, the little monk standing under the huge rock looked up and saw a strange phenomenon in the air. His face had already flashed with horror, and his hands were folded and his palms stood in front of his chest.
He looked up at the air and murmured respectfully: "Ah...Amitabha, Buddha...bless by the ancestors! Everyone in the Xuanxu Temple... Dear seniors, I...I am Jingheng, I...I am...I am the Supernatural Temple...
Master Changtian’s little disciple is now... now learning the kung fu from his grandfather. He is also... also Lingyu’s little brother, I... I’ll pay my respects to you too."