Chapter 37 Nan Shaolin (2)

As if it was swept by a sharp file, a thick layer of flesh and blood was instantly removed from the bald man's palms, and the invisible sword energy that splashed around broke his monk's robes and opened dozens of long sword marks, and then left dozens of long sword marks on his body! There was even a sharp sword energy that rushed straight to the bald man's forehead, leaving a hideous wound in the middle of his eyebrows!

However, after being injured so severely, the bald man not only did not feel shocked, but instead showed a look of ecstasy after the disaster: "So that's it, your sword energy is just a mere appearance, and you almost tricked him..."

With a grim smile, the bald man suddenly stopped. Under the rush of true energy, blood surged from the weakened and blurred hands, but he looked unaware of it and closed towards Luo Yuchen's sword body again. At the same time, the bald man's big bald man also looked down on the head and suddenly touched Luo Yuchen's head... "Hmph, I don't know how to live or die!" Luo Yuchen sneered, took a deep breath, and a new true energy quickly rose from his dantian. Then, the weakened true energy fluctuation on his body suddenly returned to its peak state! Then, Luo Yuchen swung his long sword again, and in the incredible eyes of the bald man, a charming green lotus bloomed on the tip of the sword again!

"No, it's impossible!" Although he had tried his best to stop, the huge inertia could no longer be offset instantly because he used too hard and too decisively before. So the bald man could only look at the deadly green lotus with fear and despair on his face and printed it little by little... "Share mercy by the donor!" A gentle and gentle voice suddenly sounded, and the tone was calm, just like he was talking normally, but it gave people a feeling of coming from a distance! Luo Yuchen's face changed. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a little red light whistling down from the hillside more than ten feet away. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Luo Yuchen!

"No, I can't compete with the enemy!" In the blink of an eye, Luo Yuchen had already judged the form. The sword in his hand stuttered slightly, and his whole body also tilted slightly backwards, but he was preparing to retreat and avoid the prelude. Seeing this, the bald man couldn't help but relax his expression, revealing a hint of relaxed and ferocious smile. Then he saw that he did not take the opportunity to escape, but raised his palms and slapped Luo Yuchen's chest like a robbery!

"Zhao Gang cannot!" The previous voice sounded again, but the bald man named Zhao Gang turned a deaf look and still rushed towards Luo Yuchen. Seeing this, Luo Yuchen's anger was almost condensed into substance: "Hmph, if you don't go in heaven, you really don't know how to live or die!"

He snorted coldly, and his heart was completely murderous. Luo Yuchen stopped in an instant. His true energy gathered in his chest without dodging or avoiding, and the bald man let the two palms hit him firmly. At the same time, his right sword also led the blooming green lotus to meet the red light in the air... "Ding!" A crisp sound of golden iron clashed, and the sword lotus on the tip of Luo Yuchen's sword was shattered, and an incredible huge force came from the sword. Luo Yuchen's body was shocked, and he could no longer suppress his injuries. He couldn't help but vomited blood.

"Ah..." But such a little internal injury was also worth it, because just as Luo Yuchen vomited blood, the red light was finally led to the direction by him, and suddenly deviated, hitting the bald man who was a little unbelievable. It seemed that he was a little unbelievable. "Amitabha!" It was still the same voice. When the first word of the Buddha's name was spit out, the man was still nearly a hundred meters away. But when the last word sounded, an old monk with thin body and white hair had already arrived in the field and stopped Luo Yuchen and the bald man... After a deep look at Luo Yuchen, the old monk Qinghuang turned his head and leaned over to check the bald man's injuries. After a slight glance, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good, it's not serious!"

As he said that, the old monk moved his hands and tapped the acupoints on the bald man's chest for more than a dozen times. The fountain-like tendency of blood spraying outward suddenly stopped a lot. After the old monk took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and poured some yellowish brown powder, the bleeding from the wound was quickly stopped... "Be good, this old monk is so powerful!" Zhang Yi, who stood not far away and watched the entire conflict, took a breath from the previous series of dazzling changes. He calmed down and looked at it carefully. He immediately stretched out his tongue and stretched out his tongue. The "murder weapon" that opened a small hole in the bald man's chest had been washed down by his blood, but it was a delicate pink petal!

"Damn, there are really people who can fly flowers and pick leaves to hurt people!" Zhang Yi was still amazed in his heart, but the old monk suddenly looked up and looked at his curiously. Zhang Yi was shocked, but then he saw the old monk smiled kindly at him, nodded slightly, and then turned his eyes to Luo Yuchen: "How does the little donor feel? Your injury doesn't matter, right?"

"I'm fine, it won't be a problem for the master!" Luo Yuchen had wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth at this time. His attitude towards the old monk was not too bad, but his long sword was still tightly held in his hand and did not put it away.

"That's good. The old monk was eager to save people before, so he had no choice but to issue a hidden weapon and apologize to the donor here!"

"Don't dare!" Luo Yuchen hurriedly flashed away and let go of the old monk's eleven rituals, and the expression on his face gradually eased: "Master, don't be like this. I know that you have shown mercy. With the master's internal strength, if you really want to hurt me, it will be impossible for me to block the attack just now..."

"Well, donor is apologizing!" The old monk nodded slightly, and his eyes looked at Luo Yuchen with a softer look. However, just as the atmosphere on the field was slightly relieved, the bald man lying on the ground suddenly woke up. As soon as he sat up, he saw Luo Yuchen's figure. Then, the bald man's eyes suddenly turned red: "What a thief, you haven't left yet? I'll fight with you..."

Seeing that the bald man jumped up from the ground and rushed towards him regardless of the wound on his body, Luo Yuchen just shrugged, without any nervous expression. Instead, he withdrew his sword and returned to the sheath, looking relaxed and freehand. The thin old monk's face turned dark for the first time: "Stop!"

"Sure enough, people who watch the fun should not be too arrogant, otherwise they will easily be affected by the fish..." A loud shout, as if a thunderbolt was thunderous in the air, Zhang Yi, who was farthest from the old monk, felt that his eyes were dark and he suddenly fell into a coma. The bald man also stopped suddenly, but he just paused for a moment, and then he rushed up even more crazily... "Random, Zhao Gang, don't you even listen to me?" Another "leopardy roar" was released, and the old monk was also merciless and directly put his hand on Zhao Gang's shoulder.

Pressing him tightly to the spot, unable to move, and in anger and anxious, Zhao Gang suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted straight... "Oh, evil, evil!" With a gentle sigh, the old monk brushed his sleeves, grabbed Zhao Gang's shoulder and lifted it up, and emitted a soft true energy into Zhao Gang's body, which instantly calmed the near-boiling true energy blood in Zhao Gang's body. Then, the old monk then raised his head and bowed to Luo Yuchen with one hand: "Sorry, the younger boy is not a good weapon, and he offended many times, but he has a sudden surprise..."

"Master is so polite. Young people are always a little young and energetic!" Since they can't beat others and have taken advantage of it, Luo Yuchen is naturally not hesitant to show his demeanor. He saw him bow slightly and bowed: "I wonder what the master calls him?"

"My old man Huiming, I am in the first position of Luohan Hall in Nan Shaolin!" As soon as the old monk finished speaking, Luo Yuchen's heart was slightly shocked, "It turns out that it is Master Huiming, you are rude..."

"I am a guest from afar, the little donor. If you don't dislike me, how about you please go to the temple to have a cup of tea?"

"It's better to obey your orders than respect. This will disturb you!"

"Don't disturb, don't disturb!" Master Huiming smiled slightly, and gently stretched forward with his empty left hand. Zhang Yi, who was fainting on the ground, flew up lightly as if he was hanging up by a thin thread, and took the initiative to enter Master Huiming's hands!

"Capture the Dragon!" Luo Yuchen was shocked again, and once again increased the strength of the old monk Huiming. Although the old monk noticed Luo Yuchen's emotional fluctuations, he did not show any slight pride. He just nodded slightly and said very gently: "This young man has a firm and gentle personality, just in line with my Buddhist monk's temperament. He was brought by you personally, but he really has a fate with me, Nan Shaolin..."

"Oh? So, this brother Zhang Yi was a blessing in disguise this time?" After a deep look at the unconscious player, Luo Yuchen followed the old monk Huiming and continued to trek along the mountain road.

Although the old monk looked thin and thin, he could still walk on the rugged mountain road after holding two people in his hand. At the beginning, he might have been deliberately taking care of Luo Yuchen and deliberately slowed down. But not long after, the old monk found that Luo Yuchen's light skills were pretty good, so the old monk's steps became faster and faster and bigger. It was not until Luo Yuchen activated his light skills to the limit that he stabilized his speed again and led the way in front with meteors.
Chapter completed!