"Master, I miss you~" the little monk was full of tears, because when he passed through the strong light, he saw the master he missed every day.

In front of him, the master's tall but increasingly vicissitudes gradually walked towards him, "Puff~" Zhihui wiped his tears casually. The master was still the same, wearing a set of exclusive green clothes for Wudang Mountain disciples, habitually hiding behind his right hand, and chasing his white beard thoughtfully with his left hand. Wherever he passed, he had a sense of Taoist aura! That was his most proud master, Wudang Mountain Taoist Master: "Zhikong"!

His master is best at exorcism. Of course, he also has the unique secret technique of the Wudang Sect, which is also the magic weapon for the entire Qingshan Mountain: "Canton Dragon Wrath"

"Zhihui, how about it?" At this time, a pair of warm big hands had already stroked the little monk's bald head, and a pair of clear but mysterious Taoist master in front of Zhihui looked at him with a joking look.

The little monk was shocked! "Master, you actually~"

"Shh!" I saw the big hand gently placed on the little monk's mouth, stopping him from jumping out, and glanced sharply at the place behind him, as if something was looking for him everywhere. I hurriedly continued, "As my apprentice, I can't embarrass me if I'm going outside, do you know?"

The little monk nodded with confusion, watched helplessly as the master took out a broken blue book from his arms and stuffed it into his apprentice's hand, then waved his sleeves away!

The master's voice came from his ears: "Wisdom, that book will open up your true power of Tao! After studying it carefully..."

Zhizhi looked at Master Zhikong reluctantly, then picked up the book he handed over to him, and saw four big words "Dragon Rage Ghost Technique!" breaking into his sight. When he saw those words, the little monk seemed to be hit by something violently, and his hands trembled. He quickly read the whole book. The little monk's eyes lit up at this moment, as if he had discovered some legendary treasure. "I didn't expect that the master actually streamlined the art of exorcising ghosts and the dragon fury of Qiankun, forming a new set of the strongest martial arts secrets!"

"Haha! Master, I will not embarrass you!" It was urgent that the little monk sat cross-legged on the inch of land reflected by white light. He closed his hands, frowned, and a faint white smoke appeared on his forehead!

All the Taoist techniques taught by the master were presented to him in his heart like pictures!

This Dragon Angry Ghost Technique has 10 moves, each of which is extremely cruel. No matter humans and ghosts, you can have a way to subdue it! Soon, the little monk realized the mystery with his wisdom that is different from ordinary people!

A stick of incense has passed...

A pair of clear eyes suddenly opened, and there was already another scene in front of him. The little monk stood up calmly and patted the soil under him. Then, the gloom that was inconsistent with his age was revealed. The clear eyes had already shone with excitement.

Wherever wisdom at this time is the place of cultivation specially made by bracelets, it is also the tomb of Qin Shihuang and the Terracotta Warriors and Horses that are well known to everyone!

Looking at the native people in front of him who were half a piece of his head taller than him, the little monk looked fearless, "Master, please be careful! I am no longer a little monk who was greedy when I was young. I am going to be a master now!"

"Boom!" After a deafening sound, the clay men shook off the excess soil on their bodies, twisted their necks and raised their stiff arms, grabbed them a few times, and rushed towards the young monk. The speed was no less than the cheetah's maximum speed!

"The first move of Dragon Angry Ghost Technique: Holding Dragon Ghost Claws!" The little monk was still in motion. When the three clay men were about to reach him, his left foot quickly drew a circle on the ground, causing a burst of wild sand! Immediately afterwards, he bent his legs slightly, accumulated thinness, and two small tender hands suddenly opened one high and one low curl in front of him, with ten fingers interlocking, which looked like the claws of a ghost, extremely sharp.

The little monk stared at the three clay men who rushed towards him in front of him. It was more appropriate than steel men, because the mud on them had been through thousands of years and had become extremely hard. However, in terms of current wisdom, it is still hard to say who will be better.

The little monk's sword brow frowned, and every word in the master's book blew from his ears: "The first style of the Rage Dragon Ghost Art: Holding Dragon Ghost Claws. The most important thing about this style is the stability of the entire body, the lower plate is fixed, the upper body attacks, and the ghost claws are released. Three parts must be teared, one: the neck; the second: the waist; the third: the heart!"

"Roar!" The clay men held up their steel shoulders and iron arms and smashed them towards Zhihui's head. However, he was as thick as a rock. He looked at the clay men close to him, and his eyes immediately became certain, "It's now!" Zhihui roared vigorously.

A pair of ghostly clawed hands attacked one of the three deadly places!

"neck!"

"waist!"

"Heart!"

Wherever the ghost claws are clawed, the clay man will be torn out a big hole until three points and one line, and the crack extends to one place. "Bang!" The sound of the clay man cracking invaded the ears of wisdom.

Soon, the other two clay men beside him were easily killed.

As a teenager, he looked excited. With the bursting sound, he was not affected at all. He continued to turn his bloodthirsty eyes to the clay figures in front of him who were eager to try. The number was so large that it was outrageous!

When he tried it for the first time, Zhihui felt that everything was going well. Thanks to the secrets taught by the master, he only felt that his whole body was full of confidence and strength. At the same time, the young monk who had always been very cautious did not forget what Brother Gu Cheng had said before.

"All the friends present, the training scenes created by the bracelet are full of dangers everywhere. This is not like the game you play in real life. As long as you lose, you still have the chance to resurrection and come back again. However, we are different from the characters in the game. Here, once we make a mistake, we will usher in real death! You must be careful in everything! Looking forward to our return again, we will not return until we get drunk!"

Gu Cheng's words invisibly gave Zhihui a great motivation. I must let Brother Gu Cheng admit himself! Unconsciously, Zhihui held his hands tightly. Since he entered the world of hell, Gu Cheng's courage and wisdom have deeply attracted him. Zhihui also hopes that he can be as strong as Brother Gu Cheng until he can be relied on. This is his dream!

The dirt monster opposite was quickly towards him. In a smog of smoke, a small figure shook his clothes behind him with a fierce force, raised his feet, and walked forward with a firm look on his face, "My training purpose this time is to strengthen my force and ghost skills! The clay people, this monk is here, haha!"

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