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She shook her head and sighed, and said in a low voice, "Master, do you want to open the killing ring?"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head: "Let's talk about it,...... Just take a breath!"

"Yes!" Ma Chunhua replied coquettishly, and the moon-white figure flickered, disappeared in place, and instantly appeared in front of a young lama. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She struck a blow with her palm, facing the young lama's chest, fluttering, like a lover's touch, without murderous aura.

In the face of the coming palm, the young lama was not in a hurry, and titheed with one palm, with a solemn expression and a solemn appearance.

"Moo!" he exhaled, and his palm changed from vertical to horizontal, and stabbed forward with force, his palm like a bayonet, indomitable, and swift.

Ma Chunhua's feet swirled, and her body moved half a foot, like a lotus leaf floating on the surface of the lake, smart and light, without warning.

The young lama held the knife horizontally and slashed towards Ma Chunhua, his eyes were piercing, his expression was firm, like a stone, and he had no pity for the jade.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded secretly, at their age, seeing Ma Chunhua so stunning, they were unmoved, and their ambition was far beyond ordinary people.

He smiled slightly, it seems that these monks have cultivated the white bone concept in the meditation, and the beauty is like a skeleton, white bone and carrion, which will not shake the mind.

But the white bone concept is not a panacea, the key is a letter of faith, even if you have cultivated the white bone concept, if the mind is not strong, the confidence is not strong, and eventually the power will be destroyed, and the desire is stronger than before.

Xiao Yuesheng shook her head, Chunhua's skills are not deep, if they take the false trick and refine it to another level, even if they have cultivated the White Bone Temple, she smiled with a smile, which is enough to make them fascinated and collapse without a fight.

In the secret of embracing the void created by Xiao Yuesheng, there is a heavenly demon heart method, which charms all sentient beings, and it is so wonderful that mortals are difficult to resist.

It's not a mystery, it's just a bit of a bad taste.

When he was out of his mind, Ma Chunhua and the young lama palmed back and forth, and had been fighting for more than ten years, Ma Chunhuaxiu's face showed impatience, and he was also surprised, but he didn't expect that this lama had a strict palm, and he had a lot of grace.

She figured out her martial arts, so she didn't bother to work harder.

The young lama struck with a palm, Ma Chunhua did not dodge or dodge, let it hit the left shoulder, and the right palm fluttered out and hit the young lama's chest.

The young lama was overjoyed, her own palm could break the stone tablet, she was a weak woman, and she would vomit blood and die.

When he was five years old, he entered the monastery, practiced hard, was brave and diligent, and had already absorbed the taste of the Dharma in all his ways, and his internal strength cultivation was profound, far surpassing his peers, so he was able to become one of the eighteen disciples of Master Chebo.

For life and death, he is deeply influenced by Buddhism, his body is just a treasure raft, his soul is immortal, reincarnation and reincarnation, death is the beginning of life, and he is not to be afraid.

He ignored life and death, so he was ruthless, and he cultivated the white bone view, turning a blind eye to Ma Chunhua's beauty, and went down with one palm, full of murderous intentions.

Ma Chunhua's cheeks flushed, and she was very annoyed, she didn't expect that this lama was young and so poisonous, and she was determined to kill herself.

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, and his palm power suddenly increased, and he no longer showed mercy.

The two sounds of "pop" and "bang" sounded one after another, and the young lama's body flew out, fell two feet away, splashed a cloud of mud and dust, and remained motionless.

Ma Chunhua rubbed her left shoulder, and her jade face was full of anger, like a layer of frost.

Lama Chebo's eyes shrank, he sneered, waved his right hand, and shouted with a heavy face: "The four of them go up together!"

"Yes!" four of the seventeen lamas jumped out and pounced on Ma Chunhua.

Like a thunderstorm on the flat ground, Ma Chunhua's ears "buzzed", and the secret of holding the void had already turned rapidly, and the clear stream surged up to his ears, eliminating the discomfort and returning to normal.

As soon as the eyes were dark, four people surrounded her at the same time, their eyes were cold, their expressions were solemn, they titheed with one palm, and their feet moved slowly, spinning around her.

Ma Chunhua was slapped in the face, as if nothing happened, not forced.

This is the mystery of holding the secret of the void, turning the real into the virtual, the stars are moving, she came to the Walun Temple on the way, her skills have increased greatly, and now she has practiced to the third level, and she already has the power to turn the stars and move, and she can use it on people whose skills are not as good as her own.

She deceived the young lama's skills were not as good as herself, the other party hit, the palm power was revealed, and when she got into the body, she turned sharply with a false trick, and attracted the jade, and a ball of internal force directly wrapped the palm power, transported it to the palm, and spit it out.

Ma Chunhua's palm, the young lama's own skills, plus her skills, the two combined, the power is naturally extraordinary.

Lama Chebo swept up, fluttered down to the young lama's side, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and lowered his head to investigate.

Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands in his hands, his aura was lofty, and the cyan robe was fluttering, but he didn't move, just looked at Ma Chunhua lightly.

"Dhaba, Dhaba?" called the Lama Chepo in a low voice, and took out a gold-plated round bottle from his bosom, which was about the size of a palm, and poured it into the young lama's mouth.

After the gurgling sound, he carefully put away the bottle, put it back in his arms, and with a gentle leap of the lama in his arms, he fell back to the front steps of the temple.

Beckoning inside, a young lama ran out, took the young lama in his arms, and retreated to the monastery.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly, Chunhua's palm, it is a trick to hold the void, and it is extremely powerful, even if the young lama keeps his surname, he will be wasted.

It's only to blame that lama for being spicy, angering Chunhua, provoking the murderous opportunity, and not killing him on the spot, in his opinion, he has been soft-hearted.

Lama Chebo's face was pale, his eyes were blazing, and he stared at Ma Chunhua and them.

The four of them came out with their fists and feet, and the tacit understanding was incomparable, just like a person born with eight hands and eight feet, and he was dazzled to watch.

Ma Chunhua calmly coped, with Ling Bo micro-steps under her feet, her body was elegant and graceful, like dancing, not like fighting with life and death, but like frolicking in the pear garden.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly and said gently: "Chunhua, you can't pass this level, on the way back, you still have to practice." ”

"Ah, Master, spare your life!" Ma Chunhua screamed, her figure flashed, and she suddenly accelerated, like a gust of wind swept towards the four of them.

In an instant, Ma Chunhua's figure changed from one to two, from two to four, and from four to eight, and actually surrounded the four young lamas.

The four lamas sneered in their hearts, the trick was useless to them, luck was in their eyes, and everything in front of them suddenly slowed down.

They thought that these were phantoms, and only one was a real person, and as long as they found out, the rest of the phantoms were ignored.

There was a muffled "bang", like a heavy kick on the ball, and a figure turned into a ball and flew out far away.

The "bang" landed on the ground, not losing the sound ahead.

The man was motionless, silent as death, he had just seen through a phantom, ignored it, only blocked the real person, but he didn't want to, the phantom suddenly became solid, and he was slapped in the chest.

According to Ma Chunhua's skills, this palm is real, how can he please him, but he doesn't want to take his surname, so he has a glimmer of life.

Lama Chepo's face was even greener, his toes were a little on his tiptoes, and he jumped up lightly, like a white crane rising into the sky, soaring into the sky, flying high into the air, skimming a distance in the air, and sliding to the sky above Ma Chunhua, about three zhang high.

He turned sharply, his head and feet, swooped down, his palms closed in front of his chest, like a boy worshipping Buddha, and rushed towards Ma Chunhua.

The momentum of falling in the air is getting faster and faster, and when it comes to the top of Ma Chunhua's head, her palms are slowly separated, pressing towards her heavenly spirit, like a goshawk grabbing a rabbit.

"Bang bang bang" three muffled sounds, Ma Chunhua hit the three lamas one after another, slapped them away, and fell far away two or three feet away.

She looked up, and the two palms on her head were facing her, like giant spirit palms, and the palms were surprisingly large.

She spun under her feet, moved out a foot flat, avoided her palms, and saw that his palms were as red as blood, and the hot wind was faint, and she didn't dare to connect it easily.

But these giant palms are like maggots attached to the bones, although she avoided them, she immediately caught up, the speed was extremely fast, she wanted to perform Ling Bo micro step again, it was too late.

In desperation, she clenched her teeth, took her surname, ran wildly with a false trick, and gathered all her skills in her palms, and pushed it out violently towards the sky.

There was a loud "bang", as if the ground under his feet shook, and the other more than ten lamas shook it, and immediately stood firm and looked at it with wide eyes.

The mud and dust filled their eyes.

After a while, the figures of the two appeared, and Ma Chunhua stood steadily, her face flushed, like the sunset in the sky.

The young lamas hurriedly lowered their eyebrows, lifted the white bone view, calmed down their stupid hearts, and then looked at the teacher.

The big red hat fell to the ground, but Lama Chepo stood firmly, motionless, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

They were so frightened that they hurriedly rushed forward and stopped in front of the Chepo Lama, not daring to say more, but just staring at him with concern for Yin Yin.

In their eyes, the guru has great powers, martial arts are like gods, especially the great saying is like a palm, which is extremely powerful and unbeatable.

They turned to Ma Chunhua, full of surprise, but not afraid.

"On the way back, you have to practice!" Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands in his hands, sighed, shook his head and said.

Ma Chunhua lowered her head, revealing shame: "Yes, Master." ”

Xiao Yuesheng looked at her, shook his head, and showed a disappointed look, which made Ma Chunhua feel even more ashamed and couldn't raise her head.

Ma Chunhua was lucky in her heart, the palm of the Chebo Lama, the internal force was extremely strong, and the overwhelming momentum was overwhelming, destroying the withering and decaying, and she couldn't resist it at all.

When it was precarious, an internal force came out of nothing, and suddenly appeared in the body, like a huge dam, blocking the rushing palm force.

She felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart, this must be Master's help, she disappointed Master, she didn't expect that she was so poor!

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, suddenly felt a sense in his heart, and turned to look.

(To be continued)