Click~~~

The sound of shattering continued to sound, and at the same time, cracks on the golden Buddha statue were spread all over the body.

finally...

Bang!

Accompanied by a blast, the entire Buddha statue shattered into countless small pieces, fell to the ground, and rolled around.

"I thought this Buddha statue was full of gold, but I didn't expect it to be gold-plated."

With a chuckle, Ye Xuan's eyes were placed on more than a dozen pieces of Tang swords floating in the air.

Success!

But it was not completely successful. The initial expected magic sword had thousands of blade fragments. The power of this wish was not that powerful. It could only break the blade into thirteen pieces. If there were more, it would be really broken and could not be combined.

With a slight move of thought, Ye Xuan could clearly feel the hilt's control over these blade fragments floating in the air.

It is a bit similar to a magnet, but it is much more delicate than the suction force of the magnet.

With a move, these fragments of various shapes flew immediately and were connected to the handle of the knife. The blade had cracks and could be touched. Even the extraordinary characteristics of the Iron Sand Palm [Sensation] could not feel the existence of the cracks. It was completely like one, smooth and flawless.

With a casual wave, the head of the Buddha statue, which was still intact under his feet, was neatly divided into two.

Then with a thought, the fragments of the blade split and stretched forward. A faint blue light continued to the gap in the middle, and the entire knife became fifteen meters.

Fifteen meters is also the limit, and the control power of the knife handle can no longer be controlled.

The arm fell down, the long sword fell down, and then from the main hall to the outside floor, a ravine fifteen meters long and one foot deep appeared instantly.

The depth of the gullies is neat, which shows that the part of the blue light connected has the same edge as the real blade.

"Good knife!"

His eyes were flashing with joy. Ye Xuan was very happy now. This knife was what he wanted.

Play and keep trying.

"Donor, please stop." The sweeping monk saw that the knife in Ye Xuan had to sweep another way, and quickly stopped him. "If Master Shi continues, this Main Palace will be destroyed."

"All right."

After taking a look at the sweeping monk, Ye Xuan felt that he had to respect him. After all, he just kindly reminded himself how to use his wishes.

Putting away the Tang sword, Ye Xuan walked towards the sweeping monk, "Let's talk?"

"I'm just thinking that way."

The monk sweeping the floor led the way, and the two arrived at the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion.

When they arrived at the Sutra Pavilion, two old monks in gray monk robes were sweeping the floor, one of them looked almost exactly the same as Qiao Feng.

"These two are Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, aren't they?" Ye Xuan looked at the sweeping monk, "Some time ago, I heard that Qiao Feng came to Shaolin and made a big fuss, which opened up a tragedy thirty years ago."

"Amitabha, everything has returned to dust and soil." The monk swept the floor in a Buddhist accent.

"How can people still stand well? How can they say they belong to the dust?" Ye Xuan said lightly, "You saved it?"

"It's just that my two disciples can wake up in time." The Sweeping Monk would not admit that he used the shortcomings of these two martial arts, and then injected the Buddhist will, and then brainwashed the slutty operation.

"Whatever you say."

Shaking his head slightly, Ye Xuan looked at Murong Bo, "I want the ginseng and fingers of your Murong family to move around."

Ye Xuan once asked Tianluodi.com to find Murong Fu for these two martial arts, but since Tianluodi.com emptied Yanziwu, Murong Fu became elusive. Tianluodi.com found several traces, but Murong Fu was like a loach, slippery and ran away every time.

Now that I see Murong Bo, let’s start with him.

"Amitabha, I have completely forgotten." Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Murong Bo, who swept the floor, raised his head and looked at Ye Xuan calmly with his stagnant eyes.

He turned to look at the sweeping monk, "You are his master, let him give me some words to me before you, and I won't embarrass you, how about I?"

"Wu Nian, write it to this donor!"

The sweeping monk nodded and said to Murong Bo.

"Yes, Master." When his master spoke, Murong Bo was very obedient.

"You have to thank your master." Ye Xuan said lightly after glanced at Murong Bo.

Entering the Sutra Pavilion, on the second floor, beside the window, Ye Xuan and the Sweeping Monk sat opposite each other across a small table.

"Donor, did you teach Ding Chunqiu's martial arts?" Without anyone else, the sweeping monk didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point.

"It's not what I taught, I'm just giving a tip. The key is that Ding Chunqiu is qualified." Ye Xuan nodded and said, "How did you know?"

"Amitabha, I feel some breath similar to Ding Chunqiu on the donor, especially the few drops of liquid ejected from the donor in the hall, which is very similar to Ding Chunqiu's ability." The sweeping monk said softly, "Those drops of liquid should be the real liquid in the realm of the real liquid that Ding Chunqiu mentioned?"

"Donor, you have taught a dragon."

"Oh." Ye Xuan drank the boiled water of the sweeping monk without comment.

"When it comes to Ding Chunqiu, I also have something to ask the master, what are you blocking him?" Staring at the sweeping monk, Ye Xuan wanted to see what special abilities this guy had.

At least, based on the breath perception alone, this old guy has a strong true energy and is very skilled in Shaolin martial arts, but Ye Xuan doesn't believe it because of this just to block the power of the realm of the true liquid.

"Shaolin martial arts are profound and profound, and it is not worse than the donor's real liquid realm." The Sweeping Monk said slowly.

"A lot of nonsense, let me feel it."

Frowning, Ye Xuan felt that the sweeping monk was really a mosaic. Since he was hiding, he would just take action to feel it.

After the words came, he shot a drop of real liquid from his hand and shot the monk in the sweeping field.

The switching of the properties of the true liquid is completely the state of venom condensed by Ding Chunqiu's magic method.

Although it was a small drop of liquid, the sweeping monk felt that he was facing a vast ocean and could not avoid it. This was much more uncomfortable than facing Ding Chunqiu.

The thick true energy of his hand surged out, trying to block the advancement of the true liquid, but as soon as his true energy touched the true liquid, it was immediately transformed into nothingness by the toxic poison of the human body in the true liquid.

It has no hindering effect on the real liquid.

“It’s indeed stronger.”

Feeling the melting of the true energy in the moment, the monk sweeping the floor was still a little surprised even though he had expected it. He instantly activated the Buddha's will, and the true energy was covered with the power of Buddha's will, which had a resistance to the toxic erosion of the true liquid.

But the effect is also very average.

"Those methods cannot stop Ding Chunqiu." Ye Xuan chuckled, and the true liquid blocked by the Buddhist true energy of the sweeping monk rotated slightly. As the rotation was the introverted toxicity of the true liquid was released, covering the sweeping monk like poisonous fog.

As the power in the true liquid spread, the Buddhist true energy of the Sweeping Monk began to collapse again.

"Oh...why should the donor do this?"

Sighing, the eyes under the sweeping monk's long-lived eyebrows suddenly widened a little, and at this moment, Ye Xuan felt a very special force acting on the real liquid.

This force did not disintegrate the true liquid nor did it attack the true liquid, but!

Ye Xuan felt like he was seen through the true liquid.

"It's indeed some special means."

He became more and more curious in his heart. The true liquid was no longer just a crushing force and physical nature. Ye Xuan also began to truly show his skills.

Widths of toxin sword energy lingered out from the real liquid, and the sword energy slashed in all directions. Combined with the corrosion of the toxins, there was no sound or breath, and nothing could be left to exist.

Faced with this invisible Anti-Japanese Sword Aura, the Sweeping Monk was still calm and continued to call on his true energy that covered the Buddha's will to resist. The true energy could not be blocked when facing the sword energy.

But this true qi can always grasp the weakness of the sword energy and use the weak to fight the strong, making it difficult for Ye Xuan's sword energy to get close to him.

"Have you seen through the weakness?"

Everything, as long as it moves, there will be flaws. This is the same as Dugu Nine Swords’s no moves, but it is too difficult to find the weakness of the sword energy condensed by the true liquid.

The sword energy is originally invisible, not to mention the toxicity of the true liquid!

However, this old monk firmly grasped his weakness, so...
Chapter completed!