Chapter 7 Northwest Kunlun

Through the twists and turns of the stone paved slope to the east gate with four huge murals of King Kong. A lama stood on each side of the east gate. Seeing Ye Hetu coming, he just wanted to remind him that the Potala Palace would not be open to the public for the time being. Tang Peng in front of him moved, and two lamas flew out of the gate in an instant.

No matter how weak the lama who can be sent to see the door is, he has a little strength. This strength can already be in an upper-class position in tantra. Murong Qingqiu Jun Yifeng once again experienced Tang Peng's ability. Jun Yifeng was thinking that it was not so easy to accept this new brother. Since I was a child in Kunlun, my dream was to have my own little brother one day. It was not easy for my eldest brother to send me a tough little brother to find that I was completely incapable of driving him.

Solved the problem at the door, and several people passed through the palace wall tunnel a few meters to the platform halfway up the mountain, which was very wide. At this moment, a lama is mediting in the center of the platform. The lama's face is withered and his body is thin. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow away, but the place where he sat had an indescribable harmony and nature.

Ye Hetu motioned Tang Peng and the others to stop and walk to the lama alone. Hearing the noise, the lama opened his turbid eyes and looked at Ye Hetu. Since someone came here, it means that the defense line at the door had been broken.

"Come here, why don't you sit down?" The lama speaks fluent Chinese and has a low voice. There is a kind of Zen in the faint tone, which must have realized a lot of philosophy of life.

Ye Hetu didn't talk nonsense to the lama, "I don't have so much time to play puzzles with you. Tell me where there is the Tibetan vein Tianlun and Beiye Jing." A straightforward sentence.

The lama looked at Ye Hetu calmly and said, "The Tibetan vein Tianlun is the treasure of my tantra. The Beiyejing is just a few remnants. What qualifications do you have to ask me for it?"

Ye Hetu didn't say a word and directly took out a seemingly old scripture from his body. The lama said, "Do you recognize this thing?"

The lama's dim eyes swept over the scriptures, and his calm face was shocked: "Who are you!"

"Old monk, it doesn't matter who I am. Tell me if I have enough for this qualification." Ye Hetu was a little impatient.

The lama meditated for a long time, but before giving an answer, a loud voice came from the front with dignity.

"Who is messing around there? The Potala Palace does not accept guests today." A middle-aged monk came to Ye Hetu angrily. Seeing Ye Hetu, he stood next to his master and started to fight directly.

Why did so many hot-tempered people meet today? Ye Hetu was helpless. If you don't take action, won't you be beaten to death?

After the powerful punch of the middle-aged monk, Ye Hetu took the initiative to attack. After being depressed for too long, it's time to break out. Kunlun is almost no match. Today, I will meet this so-called master in Tibet.

"If you want to fight, I will play with you today," Ye Hetu was dissatisfied with the attitude of the middle-aged man. The sitting lama nodded to the middle-aged monk. The fighting spirit in the eyes of the middle-aged monk was boiling, and a strong momentum broke out all over his body.

Jun Yifeng next to him seemed to have already known the result and didn't go to see it. He just cared with Murong Qingqiu about what new places there were in Kunlun, and invited her to play together. The two talked with great interest and did not care about the battle on the side. Tang Peng was amusing and understands the horror of Ye Hetu. At the beginning, he abused himself in Kunlun. He watched how Ye Hetu was powerful and defeated others in a way.

Feeling the boiling momentum of the middle-aged monk, Ye Hetu no longer despised it, and his whole body was boiling with blood. He wanted to vent the ignorant monk down, so as to relieve the sultry of being locked up these days.

The dazzling King Kong boxing, Guanyin boxing, Buddhist boxing, Buddhist boxing, and Luohan boxing are just learning to play in Kunlun when they are bored, and the middle-aged monks in front of them are stunned. This man is obviously not a tantric disciple. How can he learn these fists from himself? A strange color flashed in the eyes of the old lama beside him.

Middle-aged monks are not vegetarians. They are lucky enough to be the disciples of the old man in front of them, and they still have some extraordinary talents. A diamond hammer went straight to Ye Hetu, like blood running thunder, continuous and soothing.

Luohan boxing requires going up and down, changing step by step, like a rudder, flexible and changeable. Pay attention to "grabbing the middle" and "protecting the middle", and strength requires strength and softness. Although Luohan Fist has gone all the way to Gangyang, it does not only win against the enemy by hard-to-hard boxing. Now, it is facing the Vajra pounding of middle-aged monks. Ye Hetu is going to fight against him with Luohan Fist!

There was also a surprise in the middle-aged man's eyes. He wanted to see how powerful the old Luohan fist could exert in front of him.

"Boom" forced confrontation, and both of them stepped back more than a dozen steps. Middle-aged monks can't help but look at Ye Hetu with new eyes. It is impossible to use Luohanquan to achieve the extreme of Gangyang without the description of martial arts genius.

"Next, you have to pick me up with an angry King Kong fist." Although Ye Hetu impressed him, he could not convince him to lose. The middle-aged monk's heart is firm. Unless he is defeated, he will never admit defeat.

Angry King Kong Fist, the fifth Dawei Tianlong monk on the dragon list became a famous stunt. The Dawei Tianlong monk is over 100 years old, and the middle-aged monk in front of him must be his disciple, and most of them have been true.

Ye Hetu is completely condensed.

The two people, who are dozens of meters apart, are hedging again, so fast that only the sound of the wind blows on the body, and there are two shadows. They came into contact with each other in an instant.

One second, two seconds, and the third second finally separated.

The middle-aged monk flew backwards, and Ye Hetu slid back a few steps with a stable face.

The lama sitting on the ground took action, several times faster than the middle-aged monk flashing to Ye Hetu. Unfortunately, Ye Hetu was already prepared and punched the lama who planned to challenge at the beginning.

The lama who seemed to step into the coffin with half a foot was actually the most powerful. After receiving Ye Hetu's punch, he quickly retreated. He lost his voice and said, "At a young age, you can combine strength, inch strength and dark strength. Which sect are you a disciple of?"

Tang Peng in the distance obviously saw and heard all the situation here, and found that the strength of Ye Hetu was still beyond his imagination, and the middle-aged monks would lose, which was what he expected. The old lama is more than one level stronger than the middle-aged monk. At the speed of the moment just now, he is far worse.

Gangjin, inchjin, darkjin, any kind of martial arts is a powerful existence. The strength only exists when cultivating the outside family to the extreme, and the dark strength is produced by the cultivation of the inside to the extreme. The inch strength is a way to transform the attack into two times and increase it.

Tang Peng didn't listen to what he said. These three can be combined, but he knows that the combination of strong and dark power is not just as simple as getting two, especially the power of an inch.

Ye Hetu guessed the identity of this lama and speculated that he was inseparable from him, and then said plainly, "Northwest Kunlun."