Introducing Zen is really good calligraphy, seeing a good prison, always to Mu Fan, used to not knowing the music of the middle. At this time, although it is in danger, old habits are still difficult to change.

He looked up, three words burned into his mind, and then raised his right hand, index finger stroke, as if writing on the inky black sky, and it was these three words that were written.

The index finger slowly swiped, his mind focused on his fingertips, and after these three words were written, a cloud of net qi gathered in his chest, and he did not vomit or feel unhappy.

He roared in the sky.

The whistling sound is like a tide, rolling in all directions, the whole Crouching Tiger Mountain can be heard clearly, the small animals on the mountain are trembling generously, paralyzed like mud, like hearing the roar of the tiger.

The elegant young man changed color slightly, and secretly thought to himself: This monk is so young, and his internal strength is so deep, no wonder the big boss personally stepped out.

He coughed and said lightly: "This monk, the big boss is waiting for you, please come in." Li Muchan's chest was full of pride, smiled, and stepped into the pagoda.

The tower was brightly lit, and as soon as he stepped in, there was a red carpet on the ground, thick and soft as a meadow, and a golden Buddha statue came into view, which he did not recognize.

This Buddha statue has bronze bell eyes, a lion's nose, a hideous appearance, hands together, two feet each step on a human head, the forest is scary, like a ghost.

Li Muchan glanced at it a few times, and did not rashly draw conclusions, many Arhat Dharma kings in the Buddhist family practice the way of killing, and cannot directly say that it is an evil way, although this Buddha statue is scary, but it faintly reveals a trace of Haoran.

There is a person sitting in front of the Buddha statue, wearing a robe, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he is in a state of meditation.

He was bareheaded, with six incense scars on it, and was as burly as a mountain. The appearance is rough and the beard is thick, like a pile of grass, and at first glance it looks like a lion.

Li Muchan stood still, looked at him carefully, and secretly wondered: This monk is in his forties and has a strong bearing, is he the bald man in charge?

At this moment, the middle-aged monk suddenly opened his eyes, and the room lit up, like two thunderbolts flashing, Li Muchan couldn't help squinting, his hairs stood up, and his eyelids jumped.

The middle-aged monk's eyes were like electricity, like substance, and with a gentle sweep, Li Muchan was cold all over his body.

Li Muchan inhaled, his heart couldn't help sinking, this person's cultivation is profound, and he is far behind.

He titheed and smiled, "But the big boss?"

The middle-aged monk nodded: "Yes, Lao Tzu is the boss here!"

"Then say goodbye!" Li Muchan said with a smile. Kick your legs back like a rope pulling behind you.

"Want to go?!" the middle-aged monk sneered, sat cross-legged, raised his right hand, formed a sword finger, and pointed out to Li Muchan across the banquet.

"Whew!" a soft whistle sounded.

Li Muchan retreated to the door, and was about to get out of the tower, when a scorching power rushed to his face, and it came in an instant, formless and colorless, and he couldn't see it clearly.

His body froze, and he suddenly swung to the left, which could be a foot away, and his back hit the door frame, and there was a "dang" sound. The door frame was actually made of iron, and he couldn't help grinning, and his left shoulder ached.

He rolled on a lazy donkey, and there was a popping sound in the place just now, and a small hole appeared, like a modern bullet shooting.

The middle-aged monk sneered and tapped his sword.

Li Muchan kept rolling, and in the sound of "poof", the small holes in the carpet chased after him.

He was single-minded, dodging while thinking, such a fingering method was unheard of, and the finger power could be shot out of the air, which was really a top-notch mastery.

At least, among the many peerless schools in Meifu, there is no such powerful fingering.

Although the middle-aged monk's fingering is powerful, Li Muchan has a keen perception, and when there is danger, he often dodges when there is no room for it, and he has always been safe and sound.

The middle-aged monk sneered and turned into surprise, and pointed out that although Li Muchan was embarrassed, he didn't lose a single hair, which was really not simple.

The left hand in his sleeve stretched out, and the middle finger of the index finger was pointed out in the shape of a sword finger.

Li Muchan cried out in pain, flicked his body, and threw himself towards the door.

His figure shifted a few inches in the air, and with a muffled snort, a ball of blood splattered from his left shoulder, and a blood hole appeared, but his figure did not stop, and he exited the stupa.

The right hand pressed the blood hole, and the internal force of Taiyin flowed, and the cold qi surged out, coagulation of the blood.

He didn't stop under his feet, rushed directly to the small path, inhaled the cold air, and if he hadn't moved a few inches horizontally just now, this finger would have hit the heart and killed him directly.

At this time, the open space in front of the trail was already crowded with bald men, densely packed, and there were nearly forty or fifty people.

The torches were blazing, the bald heads were shining, and they were holding their swords and swords, motionless. His face was expressionless like a dead man, staring at Li Muchan coldly.

Li Muchan suddenly had the illusion that he seemed to have fallen into a wolf pack.

The elegant young man stood in the crowd and smiled, showing his snow-white teeth, and said, "This monk, if you want to go down the mountain, just go down!"

Li Muchan took a long breath, smiled, and turned his head to take a look, fortunately, the big boss didn't chase him out, and there was still a glimmer of life.

He put down his right hand, and the blood hole in his left shoulder was like a hole, and the big men suddenly showed a sneer. ,

The elegant young man smiled and said: "The monk can escape for his life under the golden net of the big master, admire and admire!"

"Golden Net Finger?" Li Muchan blurted out.

He has a strong desire for this fingering, and if he learns this fingering and cooperates with his renunciation scripture, he will really become a six-vein divine sword.

As soon as the six-vein divine friend comes out, who in the world can be it?!

The elegant young man nodded: "The Golden Net Finger is the unique wonder of the big master, and you might as well be obedient and join us when you see the power." Write-offs in front, such as the Yang One

Li Muchan shook his head and laughed, his body moved, turned into a puff of light smoke, and the long sword in his right hand drew a line of practice and rushed forward.

He was afraid that the middle-aged monk would change his mind, so he didn't dare to speak and delay.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding" In the dense sound of clear spit, the swords flew up one after another, rolling in the sky, and one by one the big men fell, unable to stop Li Muchan's footsteps.

He swung his two swords together, fast and ruthless, and the sword light was endless, like a harvester cutting wheat, invincible. In the blink of an eye, half of the effort has been completed.

At this time, his left hand was not sluggish, and he was not affected by the injury. Just now, he didn't seal the acupoint, but used the Taiyin True Qi to condense blood, which was precisely for this.

After sealing the acupoint, the internal force flow was not smooth, and the left hand lost its flexibility, and it was sealed with Taiyin True Qi, although the injury was aggravated. But it does not hinder the true qi, and the left hand is flexible as usual.

As for the injury to his left shoulder, let's just run away with his life.

In the blink of an eye, a few more people fell, victory was in sight, Li Muchan took a deep breath, and while controlling the double swords, he was afraid of the pagoda behind him.

The elegant young man suddenly shouted: "Big boss, we can't stop it!"

"A bunch of waste!" In the deep snort, the yellow and red shadows flashed, and the big boss appeared in front of the path, his robe fluttering and majestic.

Four simple words, shocked everyone's eardrums pain.

Li Muchan took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling blood, and smiled slightly bitterly, I am afraid that I will be buried here today, the martial arts are dangerous, enter carefully, it is really true!

The big boss took his left hand and swung his right hand.

The big men retreated to both sides and gave way to the open space, and there was no obstacle between the big boss and Li Muchan.

Dadang looked at him condescendingly, and said lightly: "Surrender, or die!"

Li Muchan pressed the blood hole with his right hand, sealed the ruptured wound again, and shook his head with a smile: "The bald man does all kinds of evil, and he is brutal and wreaking rampant, and he really doesn't dare to agree." ”

The middle-aged monk sneered: "Hmph, heaven and earth are not benevolent, all things are used as dogs, all living beings are like ants, only the strong can survive, this is the way of heaven!" "You are a monk, can't see through this?" "I only know that God has the virtue of a good life!" Li Muchan shook his head.

The middle-aged monk was disdainful: "The kindness of a woman, it's stupid to read!"

Li Muchan sighed: "The Tao is different, and they don't conspire with each other."

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly: "In this case, you will die!"

The fingers of his right hand were like a sword, a little farther away.

Li Muchan took a step sideways, but he could avoid it, he was talking to him with one heart, and the other was staring at his fingers, and as soon as his fingers moved, he immediately moved sideways.

"Bang" a small hole is broken under his feet.

Li Muchan's feet did not stop. No light work, only footwork, tossing and turning, secretly speechless, this is not a carpet, it is a blue brick floor, a little hole, it can be seen that its fingers are sharp.

He sighed at the subtlety of the golden net finger as he struggled to avoid the finger force.

The middle-aged monk sneered on his face, he was in a hurry, he was not in a hurry to kill him, he flicked his fingers, and one after another fingers shot out, and small pits appeared on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was densely packed, like a honeycomb.

The elegant young man raised his voice and said: "Big boss, this person is so fast!"

The middle-aged monk sneered: "Hmph."

He sped up his fingers, Li Muchan dodged faster, and his body turned into a shadow, blurry, and he couldn't see clearly.

Suddenly, his body stagnated, with two "pops", one finger in each of his left shoulder and right chest, and two blood holes.

The middle-aged monk closed his fingers, looked at him with disdain, and after hitting these two fingers, this life was confessed.

Li Muchan stood stunned, motionless, as if solidified into a statue.

The big men looked at him fixedly, their eyes blazing, and their expressions excited.

Li Muchan's gaze slowly swept over everyone, a little dazed, and his eyes gradually became empty.

He covered his chest with his left hand, trying to stop the bleeding, but in vain, his eyes were confused, and he staggered forward and staggered to the path.

The middle-aged monk sneered, turned sideways and took a step out of the way, secretly thinking that this monk was determined, even if he was going to die, he still wanted to go down the mountain, hey, what's the use of going down the mountain?!

Li Muchan staggered. Step down the bluestone steps.

The big men stared at him. Silent, he watched him descend two steps, and suddenly shook and fell to the side. Slipped down the stone wall and fell straight down.

Mei Ruolan sat up suddenly, her face pale. , she took a few breaths, calmed her mind, dressed and walked out of the bedroom, and came to the small courtyard.

The moonlight was like water, shining on her moon-white clothes, her face was like jade, and she stared at Li Muchan's room with blurred eyes.

Gong Qingyun heard the footsteps, pushed the door out, light purple clothes, hair shawl, and said softly: "Miss, what's wrong?"

"Something is wrong. Mei Ruolan frowned, still staring at Li Muchan's room.

Gong Qingyun was inexplicable: "What's wrong?"

"Zhan Ran is a bit abnormal. Mei Ruolan turned to look at her.

Gong Qingyun was stunned, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "I'll take a look!"

She was smart and smart, and she came to Li Muchan's house in three or two steps, and called in a low voice: "Zhan Ran!"

No one answered, she gritted her teeth, slammed open the door, entered the house, and soon floated out, anxiously: "Zhan Ran is not here!"

"This guy!" Meroran stomped.