Chapter 66 Flying Dragon with mercy

Puzhi established a temporary boundary, which was very obvious. The one-armed old man shook his head, which seemed to be a little helpless, but at this moment, Puzhi put on the posture of fighting a war. He also had nothing to say. He moved his feet and flashed into the boundary. The speed was so fast that even Puzhi did not see how he entered. . I couldn't help but be wary of him again.

In the temporary boundary, Puzhi put his hands together, and the treasure is solemn, like a big Buddha, emitting golden brilliance. Under the light of the Buddha, the whole boundary is bright. On the contrary, the one-armed old man, his clothes are ragged and extremely ordinary, but the light emitted by the pair of eyes stabbed Puzhi, which made him dare not have the slightest contempt. .

The wind is hunting, and the old man's sleeve, which was originally empty, suddenly shot straight into Puzhi's chest like a log. When the old man took action, the sleeve was hot. If the sleeve is compared to a cannon, the cuff is the mouth that can fire shell.

The hot energy made Puzhi's defenses around him slowly melt, but Puzhi did not panic. He raised his right hand slightly and then pressed down, and the middle of the old man's sleeve was crushed by him. It turned out that the "gun mouth" aimed at Puzhi also changed and pointed to the air.

"Zen abbot, lives up to his reputation." The old man praised. You know, the old man's cannon used the superior method of controlling spiritual power. The cuffs of people who have not reached the realm of true martial arts have not yet reached their bodies, and they are afraid that they have been melted into water by the heat. And Puzhi was able to break this offensive with one palm, which was enough to be listed among the strong in Zhongzhou.

But Puzhi was also not comfortable. Just now, when he used his palm and contacted the other party's sleeves, a force of rebound hit his palm, making his blood surge. He hurriedly and secretly carried his work at a speed beyond ordinary people's perception. The spiritual power in his body ran for three weeks before he stabilized this restless qi and blood. On the contrary, The one-armed old man can also say praise leisurely, which shows that he is very skilled.

"The strength of the master's cultivation is actually only seen in the life of the old man, and he can never be an unknown person." After Puzhi stabilized his qi and blood, he said. The two split at a touch and did not fight for the time being. Fortunately, they set up a boundary and could not see their battle outside, otherwise others would think that they were old friends in a simple competition.

"The world is so big that anyone dares to boast that it is invincible. I thought I was the best, but I knew who my enemy was, but I couldn't avenge my blood. How dare I be brave? There was sadness in the voice of the one-armed old man, as if there was a sad past. And the deep hatred in his heart also showed at this moment.

Puzhi naturally knows that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. You dare not claim to be the first in the world, even if you are magnificent and talented. But he also wondered what kind of enemy could make him helpless with the old man's ability. Puzhi's eyes fell on the old man's empty sleeves at this moment and said to himself: Could his arm be cut off by the enemy?

Seeing Puzhi's idea, the one-armed old man did not explain, but said, "Let's continue, master, be careful." As soon as he finished speaking, he had a shining sword in his right hand, and then stabbed it flat at Puzhi. The removal is slow, just like the action is decomposed little by little.

But Puzhi was terrify in the face of this sword, because he keenly found that this piece seemed ordinary, but it contained infinite tricks, and also blocked all his dodge doors. If he had a slight movement, the sword spirit would inevitably be pulled and stabbed him into a lot. Injury.

The old man's sword slowly stabbed Puzhi's chest, and the domineering sword spirit had made Puzhi's chest a little painful. Such a sword posture made Puzhi, a monk with profound cultivation and experienced hundreds of battles, despair for the first time. At this moment, he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Puzhi's heart was clear. He sensed a trace of unprecedented power, which was the power he could exert only by pursuing the realm he had dreamed of for many years.

The eyes suddenly opened, and Puzhi's eyes were clearer than just now, giving people the feeling of a pool of spring, which is unfathomable, but the bottom of the pool can be clearly seen.

Puzhi is clear in his heart that he has touched the threshold of the realm of holy martial arts. As long as he is given three or five years of retreat to practice, he will certainly reach this realm that the world admires infinitely, but at this moment, the sword of the one-armed old man has been touched his chest.

"Morning news, it's good to die in the evening." If there is no regret, it must be a lie, but Puzhi is proud to feel the true meaning of that artistic conception in such a situation.

Suddenly, the sword spirit receded like a tide, and the one-armed old man no longer had the sword in his hand. He looked at Puzhi with a stunned face with a smile.

Pu Zhi had just felt that the old man had already reached the realm of holy martial arts. He respected the old man and saw that the other party spared him for his life. He put his hands together and said, "Don't forget the kindness of your guidance." He changed his name from "the benefactor" to "senior" to show his respect for the elderly. But then Puzhi said, "But that teenager is related to the number of Zhongzhou. The younger generation must not let him be arrested by the seniors. If the seniors disagree, he can kill the poor monk now, and the younger generation will never complain."

"Haha, a Zen universal wisdom, indeed great benevolence and righteousness. But there is a sentence that you said wrong. That boy is not only related to the number of spirits in Zhongzhou, but his relationship is far greater than this.

"What" is the firmness of Puzhi Zen, but he was also shocked by the one-armed old man to stay on the spot, which is related to the spirit of the whole continent? What kind of concept is this? Can this little teenager be so involved?

"Master, don't worry, if I want to harm you, why? I'm just talking to that teenager about something, and I can't waste much of your time." The old man said sincerely.

Pu Zhi thought it was indeed the same. Why did he have to work so hard to deal with them by the other party's means? He immediately nodded and agreed. Then he waved his hand and retreated to the temporary boundary.

Seeing that both of them appeared in the air safe and sound, Gong Yi and Huiyi were relieved. Just now, they were nervous and afraid that Puzhi would make a slight mistake, but Puzhi's words made Gong Yi like falling into an ice cellar.

"Senior, please." Puzhi only said four simple words.

"Senior" Gong Yi and Huiyi both understand that these two words have meant that Puzhi is not the opponent of this one-armed old man. This sentence almost handed over the fate of Gong Yi to the other party. But Huiyi knew that the abbot was by no means willing to give in, and looked at Puzhi puzzledly. But at this moment, the bow game feels like "man is a knife and I am a fish".

"Don't worry, this senior will not hurt you." Puzhi ignored Huiyi's eyes and showed a kind smile.

In the face of such a smile, Gong Yi did not have any doubts.

The one-armed old man rolled up his sleeves, rolled up the bow game, and then blinked and disappeared. Such a speed makes Puzhi feel ashamed.

Bow game has always been fast, but at this moment, in the arms of the old man, he can't open his eyes because of the air. It can be seen that the old man's speed has reached an appalling level.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the old man came to an empty place, put down the bow game, and took the lead in saying, "How is Tiantai Sect now?"

This sentence instantly reminded Gong Yi of the "one-armed flying dragon" mentioned by the suzerain and him in Daxia. He opened his mouth wide and said, "Are you senior Yu Feilong?"

"Haha, I can't believe that decades have passed, and some people still remember my name, Yu Feilong." The old man's words have already admitted his identity.

"Disciple Gong Yi paid a visit to his predecessors. I hope you will forgive me for your offending. Bow Yi hurriedly bowed and saluted. This is an ancestral existence, and he naturally dares not neglect it.

"Forget it, what's the crime? You haven't answered my question yet." Yu Feilong said impatiently.

Gong Yi smiled awkwardly and said, "The Tiantai Sect has always been very good, but a few years ago, the people of the Hidden Sect took advantage of the absence of the suzerain, but they also returned. Because of the disciples, the lord of the Star Hall also came."

After saying this, Gong Yi saw a murderous atmosphere on Yu Feilong's face.