Ouyang Jing did not hide his footsteps, so the sweeping monk had already known about his arrival.

Hearing him speak, the sweeping monk put down the rag and slowly turned around. His eyes fell on Ouyang Jing, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

With the martial arts attainments of the Sweeping Monk, Buddhist cultivation, spiritual realm, and looking at the world of the Heavenly Dragon, there is almost no one who can move him.

However, at this moment, after seeing Ouyang Jing, the sweeping monk looked surprised and moved slightly:

"I didn't expect that the donor was young and his martial arts cultivation was so high that he had reached this level. With the donor's age, this level of cultivation was truly unprecedented."

Ouyang Jing can see the deep and vigorous qi and blood of the Sweeping Monk at a glance. Of course, the Sweeping Monk can also see the depth of Ouyang Jing's skill at a glance.

You know, the eyesight of the sweeping monk is incredibly accurate.

He could see at a glance the hidden injuries on the bodies of masters such as Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, and Jiumozhi, and could accurately tell how many hidden injuries they had on them, where they were and when they occurred, and how they had a chance to see what martial arts they had practiced and what went wrong, and what was causing the secret injuries.

The eyes of the Sweeping Monk are like X-rays. There is no secret that can be hidden from his eyes.

"The master is a misunderstood and cannot be praised by the master four-word comment "unprecedented".

Ouyang Jing smiled humbly, and was not satisfied with the praise of the sweeping monk.

Because he knew that in the worlds of the same lineage, such as the Tianlong and the Legend of the Condor Heroes, there was a young man who could ride a thousand horses and even break the army with one sword.

The Yue Girl Sword A Qing obtained the White Ape's sword. He did not practice internal skills, did not practice sword skills, and only fought against the White Ape, he practiced a natural Tianshu Divine Sword. Although he had no internal strength, he could emit sword energy from the air.

She once held a bamboo stick and broke through a thousand armored soldiers, intercepted them, and forced her to break into the palace, as if she had entered a state of no one.

Whether she came or went, she was unscathed. She came whenever she wanted, left whenever she wanted, and was as misty as a sword fairy.

Ouyang Jing thought to himself that with his current eighth-grade blood-transforming magic sword and the displacement skill of Lingbo Weibu, it would not be difficult to intercept one thousand armors and one thousand swordsmen.

After all, the two thousand people could not attack him at the same time. There were only a few people at a time, and about ten people stepped forward to siege him.

However, if he wanted to do not kill a single person like Ah Qing, he would only shoot down the weapons of the armored soldiers and swordsmen, and make the weapons landed in a row, like a long snake, which would be impossible for him to do no matter what.

At most, he could only exert his sword energy, fight out a path of blood, and then use Lingbo's microsteps to break out of the encirclement.

When the Yue Girl Jian Aqing was only ten or twenty years old, he had the ability to be a thousand horses.

With A Qingzhu and Jade in front, Ouyang Jing was 34 years old and had the ability to be inferior to A Qing, of course he could not bear the four words "unprecedented".

"Why should the donor be humble? From the perspective of me, the donor not only has the highest skill, but also has extraordinary physical strength. I am afraid that the legendary land god is just like this."

The tone of the sweeping monk was clearly amazed, but then he changed his tone:

"But I think of the donor's qi mechanism, the lung meridian is hidden, and the tiger is lying on his chest, and it seems that he is the master of a very important skill in killing and killing, and the fierce and fierce killing.

"If you are not careful about this kind of unique skill, you will easily become a demon. You may commit suicide or lose your mind, and will be controlled by martial arts, becoming a demon who only knows how to kill according to martial arts instinct...

"So, I hope the donor will feel the virtue of God's life, and will rest assured to cultivate one's nature. Do not commit more killings, beware of fire and falling into the path of devils."

"The master has good eyesight."

Ouyang Jing sighed in his heart that the old monk had extraordinary eyesight, and he actually saw that he "his "livery evil is hidden in the lung meridian, and his chest is lying on the tiger" - the appearance of metal in the West, and the white tiger. Ouyang Jing took gold and carried evil energy into the lung meridian, but wasn't it because the lung meridian was lying on the tiger in the chest?

Then he smiled faintly, "However, people are in the world and they cannot help themselves. If I don't kill people, people will kill me. What if I do?"

"Why not leave the world?" The sweeping monk smiled and said, "If you live in a temple and study Buddhist scriptures, you can resolve the anger. There is no worry about fighting in the world, nor is there any chance of getting into a demon."

"The master's kindness is, but I really can't retreat. Behind me is the bottomless abyss. One step back will never be restored, and three parts will be crushed to pieces. Only by breaking through all obstacles and moving forward unremittingly can there be a way out."

Ouyang Jing smiled and said, "As for the risk of getting into a demon, I have always been wary of it, keeping my heart as if I was walking on thin ice, and practicing the way of courage and diligence. With my talent, I will not fall into the way of demons."

The sweeping monk smiled and said, "I am really worried. With the donor's age, he has such cultivation and such a physical body, he must be of extraordinary talent and extraordinary human nature. But even so, I still have to say more, donor, your martial arts are too heavy, which will hurt the heavens. I hope that donor will try to do less wars and do more good deeds in the future."

Ouyang Jing knew that this nameless old monk was compassionate and a true master monk, so he didn't care about his "verbal" and just smiled:

"Master, I have just achieved success in martial arts, but I still don't know how much I have. I hope the master can give me some advice and help me. In this way, if I fight with others in the future, I will not be too serious and will commit a murder in vain."

Although the Sweeping Monk is the number one person in Tianlong, he has no desire to fight at all.

Ouyang Jing would like to ask him for a fight for no reason, and he would definitely not take action unless Ouyang Jing took the initiative for no reason.

However, doing so violates Ouyang Jing's principle - although he does not believe in Buddhism, he respects the elderly and loves the young and has profound traditional virtues.

The sweeping monk is so old and is not Ouyang Jing's enemy. Taking action against the old monk for no reason will make Ouyang Jing feel guilty of bullying the old man.

So he found this excuse to impress the monk in the sweeping field.

And his excuse did hit the weak point of the Sweeping Monk.

The nameless old monk pondered for a while and sighed: "Well, the donor's martial arts is too cruel. If you take a little harder action, you will kill animals. Since this is the case, I will accompany the donor to have a few questions and help the donor understand the importance."

"Thank you, Master!" Ouyang Jing smiled happily and raised his hand to signal: "Master."

The sweeping monk put his hands together and bowed: "The donor comes from afar and is a guest, so the donor invites you first."

"You're welcome!"

As soon as Ouyang Jing finished speaking, he stepped on Lingbo's slight steps and instantly bullied the old monk, clenched his fist with his right hand and hit the old monk's eyebrows.

The strong fist broke through the air, making a thunderous sound, and there was a transparent ripple visible to the naked eye, spreading from the tip of the fist, which actually caused the invisible and qualitative air to produce a water wave-like effect!

"Good boxing power!"

The old monk exclaimed, raised his palm and pushed forward, an invisible wall of air came out, blocking Ouyang Jing's fist.
Chapter completed!