Chapter 157 Opening the Treasure

Ling Fengxin said, "Just try Jiaxiang's skills again, and then wait for the opportunity to escape!"

Turning around and splitting a palm in the air seems to be unreasonable, but in fact, it sucks all the surrounding air in this palm. If Jiaxiang does not fight back, the round momentum of his combination with the three monks will be completely broken by Ling Feng. From this, it can be seen that Ling Feng's eyesight and wrist are smart.

Although he had already seen that the four monks were not stronger than him in the realm, so that he could escape from his steep spiritual sense, there was indeed a mysterious combination method, which together formed a fatal sense of oppression on him, but it was not easy to figure out how to break it.

If it were other mediocre hands, it would have been created by the hidden strength of this palm, or he couldn't help falling forward, while Jiaxiang's whole body was motionless, and even his clothes did not rise at all!

Suddenly, his thin right hand turned from the top to flat, and his body shook back and forth like a fundamental pillar. His right hand was drawn in front of his chest, and the shape of his palm gradually changed. His thumb was bent outward, and the other fingers were stretched straight until the palm was pushed to the end. His thumb was just pressed in the space not far from the front of Ling Feng.

Daoxin, who watched the battle in the distance, whispered, "One finger Zen, be careful!"

Ling Feng was surprised when he saw it. Jiaxiang's move made it mysterious. Each movement was slow and clear, but this slowness was clearly an illusion of speed, which was quite similar to the way of Tai Chi.

What's more interesting is that this trick is a great trick, which makes the air absorbed by Ling Feng immediately fill back, followed by a true air that follows the recovery of Ling Feng's palm and enters his meridians.

Jiaxiang hit and took advantage of the situation to attack. His right hand was horizontally ratiod from left to right, and his left hand was vertically ratiod from bottom to top, and drew a cross in the void.

Ling Feng was resisting the true qi of the invasion. Seeing this move, he shouted badly. He hurriedly and quickly rotated his body, bringing up violent strength to offset his momentum and pressure. He flew several feet in the air, and Jiaxiang's feet were in the middle of the middle of the cross drawn in front of his chest.

Strike vigorously, but there is no sound.

Jiaxiang whispered, "It's as dry as a dry well, full of oceans; the three realms and six paths, only from the heart."

Ling Fenghu's body was shocked, and Jiaxiang's void cross did have the feeling of throwing water into a dry well that had dried up for many years. However, when Jiaxiang whispered, the dry well suddenly turned into a sea and a vast ocean on the cracked shore, like a long embankment collapsing towards him.

He couldn't help but be terrmented. Is this a wonderful formula? Do you still have the power to chant casually? Is this the Western Magic World or the Eastern Fairyland?

In the face of such unique skills, he turned up in the air, turned his head and feet, and punched out.

Peng!

Jiaxiang swayed back slightly, and Ling Feng took advantage of this huge force to rise obliquely and rushed to the hole left by the original Youniao tired into the hall (sweat! Birds don't like to walk through the front door).

Jiaxiang's drooping eyes raised up, revealing a pair of deep and unpredictable divine light full of philosopher's wisdom, and then the gray monk's robe sank down, close to his whole body, showing his tall, stubborn and thin body. He stepped on the ground slightly, and his body followed the wind. During this time, he slapped his hands. His movements were flowing, and he was like an antelope with horns, and there was no trace to be found.

The other three monks quietly watched the two fight. They both knew that Jiaxiang's martial arts were excellent and he was the head of the four monks. At this time, the speed was far more and more Lingfeng. There was no way to let him escape, and he could definitely force him back to the ground.

Ling Feng is in the air, and his eyes are full of tiger eyes. He meets Jiaxiang's sharp eyes that can penetrate the wall. He knows that although the other party's moves seem to be ordinary, he has actually reached the point of anti-simpleness, and Da Zhuo is a great coincidence of martial arts. Like this palm attack, he is allowed to fight with what kind of magic skills. In the end, there is only a hard way, in which the mystery can't be clearly explained by any words.

It is as dry as a dry well and full of oceans.

A dry palm is implying the broad and profound true spirit of the Buddha!

What's more terrible is that this palm is at the end of his rush to the sky, and the timing is accurate, which is really appalling, because Ling Feng has changed several speeds in the air, and the essence of this calculation is amazing.

The most exquisite thing about this palm is that it implies a variety of strength, which makes it difficult for him to borrow the advantage of half of gravity, let alone escaping from the hole by generating a reverse impact after colliding with it.

The hole is only three feet.

Ling Feng suddenly showed an unspeakable smile, which made Jiaxiang calm like a clear lake. The Buddha's heart suddenly rippled a few ripples, and he knew it was not good. Ling Feng drew a complex and inexplicable arc with his hands, and the two arcs were perfectly combined on the offensive route of Jiaxiang's palms.

Bum!

There is a real slap fight. In fact, only Jiaxiang met the remaining strange energy.

Jiaxiang's dry face turned white, the ground turned red, changed several colors one after another, spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and his body fell to the ground heavily.

Taoist faith and wisdom are the same as the Buddha, and his body suddenly swept away to the wind in the air, and the emperor's heart rushed to a place and was catching Jiaxiang. When he first touched his body, it was like an electric shock.

Ling Feng smiled secretly. His momentum was exhausted and it was not enough to climb the hole only three feet away. In fact, Jiaxiang did not lend him the power to jump backwards, and he was very smart. But who knows that he has an almost perverted mental power? By the mysterious means of virtualization, the earth immortals have only known each other, let alone the four holy monks. The spiritual power supported his stagnant body and accelerated and came out of the hole!

Taoism and wisdom are indeed good. With the power of pedaling the floor, although it is late to start, the speed far exceeds the Lingfeng in an instant, and it can meet the Lingfeng with the upper body remaining in the hall.

Daoxin's palms pushed out, and two strands of rolling gas surged up, pushing towards the rear cervical vertebrae of Ling Feng, which implied grip. It is the firewood picking and choosing vegetables in the 18th type of Dharma hand. The strong strength of the dark gyrus. As long as Ling Feng is rolled up, it must be sucked back into the hall.

And the wisdom of Buddha beads were raised, and three sandalwood beads were shot out of their hands, and then the finished glyphs were printed to the ridge of Ling Feng's body, pounding his shoulder wells and vest holes on both sides. If it was swept, the meridians would definitely be sealed and fall.

Ling Feng smiled and said, "Two masters, I won't see you off!" He slapped his hands twice.

Boom!

The powerful wind lifted the whole roof, and the wood and stone debris splashed everywhere. The sound was so loud that it could be heard for several miles.

Taoism and wisdom fell without even touching his palm, and the vast true qi poured into their bodies and destroyed their meridians wantonly. They finally understood why Jiaxiang's withered Zen skill is also difficult to defeat. This is obviously a mixture of the true spirit of the three Taoist demon families, which is far stronger than the two qi of life and death of Shi Zhixuan's immortal seal!

The two monks fell down and saved the only intact emperor's heart. He was surprised and said, "How could this happen?" According to his competition with Ling Feng Shicai, he didn't try to find out what was special about the other party. The martial arts he practiced had a faint relationship with them. Is he still hiding his clumsy?

Three fried ground flying out of the string of wise Buddha beads were smashed, and the rest fell to the ground, jumping in the hall and jumping happily.

Jiaxiang sighed, "This son is a good way to practice both Buddhism and Taoism!"

Daoxin coughed up a mouthful of blood and said, "It's our careless. With the four of us, it is not difficult to keep him. It was too hasty to take action just now, and he said. If I don't expect it, his three true methods must be very energetic.

Wisdom said, "Let's see if he can escape the pursuit of Ning Daoqi!" It seems that I don't care about the injury at all.

The emperor's heart said, "He has this ability at such an age. In time, it is impossible to surpass the three masters. No wonder the Lord of Fan Zhai is eager to get rid of him.

The other three monks said, "Amitabha!"

The four of them adjusted their breath a little and went out of the hall.

What they didn't expect was that Ling Feng, who had just escaped, did not meet Ning Daoqi. He looked for a waterway, took a few laps, turned into the Yong'an Canal, and came to the bottom of the Yuema Bridge.

Ling Feng also felt strange that he didn't meet Ning Daoqi this time, which was really unexpected. He was really afraid that Ning Dodge would hide in a corner and give himself a fatal blow after he took out the treasure.

This is completely possible. If the master has the intention to disappear, it will be difficult to find Ling Feng's ability!

But it is imperative to take out the treasure. Li Valve is about to enter the city. He has to go into the treasure house first to see what's going on. At least the evil emperor's reli must get it. Because he was forced by the situation today, he agreed to the appointment with Bi Xuan's Jiangdu. He has to improve his strength as soon as possible, otherwise the battle with the master will only be a joke.

The power of his three-point vitality is really amazing, and even he didn't expect to injuring the three holy monks in a short time. However, as expected by Daoxin, his skill of the confluence of three qi is too energetic. With his current cultivation, he can't control the three true qi at all. He can only use it with a certain method, and there is a certain time limit.

After he patted his three palms, his body is still full of qi and blood. If he doesn't pay attention, there is a crisis of going crazy last night.

There are six pillars in the middle of the stone bridge on the head, only these six columns. The top is carved into six stone faucets outside the bridge, which adds infinite vitality to the stone bridge like a finishing touch.

Ling Feng broke out of the water, and the luck was attached to the bottom of the bridge. At the bottom of the pillar, there is a faint circle of traces of the column and the bridge. If it is not for the target inspection, it will be ignored as a stone pattern.

He freed his right hand, operated Xuangong, put his thumb on the center of the circle mark, and pushed it up hard. With a howling, the cylinder fell up and turned into a two-inch deep depression. Then swim to the other five buttons as fast as possible, and start in the same way. Turn over the bridge and twist the six dragon pillars around.

After all this, the whole bridge suddenly trembled gently and stood still for a long time. If Ling Feng hadn't been absorbed, he might have ignored it even with his sharpness. At this time, strange ripples appeared on the river at the bottom of the bridge, showing strange changes in the riverbed, and bubbles and bubbles.

Yang Gong's treasure house is open!

The wind condensed like a mountain, suddenly shot into the water and sank.

The accumulation of dark clouds in the sky shows that a heavy rain is brewing, and will soon come to the western capital of Sui.

Shortly after Ling Feng left, a boat moved, wearing Confucian clothes, like the evil king Shi Zhixuan, who is sitting on it, leisurely pulling the single oar that penetrated into the water from the stern, and his eyes flashed with strange light. He looked up and looked deeply at Yuema Bridge, with an inexplicable smile on the corners of his mouth. The wooden oars rowed into the water, and the boat moved slowly.