MTL - History’s Strongest Shopkeeper-Chapter 48 Hope, you are no longer me

"I?" Xiaosha is a little dazed, a little embarrassed, the old man who can emptiness, he chose him to be an opponent.

This little monk who has just been a monk is not able to understand, and it is unbelievable.

"Master?" Xiao Shami looked at the master on the side of the help. The old man was too bullied. He had just learned a set of Shaolin Changquan. How could he be his opponent? As long as Master said a disagreement, he immediately refused.

"Jun Bao, since the leader of the road is looking for you to learn one or two, you will go up and have a trick with him." Master Xiaoya’s master, with a thick face, did not feel anything wrong, what is the first heaven, he simply Unclear, I thought that the white hair above was long and I wanted to point my own.

"Master, you?" Xiao Shami looked sorrowful and angry, and Master actually pushed him into the fire pit.

Under the eyes of everyone looking forward, Xiao Shami turned back one step at a time, as long as Master called him back, he immediately turned his head and left, but until the stage, Xiao Shami did not wait for Master's words.

"I didn't see it. Just when the little monk went to the martial arts stage, the legs swayed slightly and did a strange frequency. Is this a magical footwork?"

"I feel like it, you didn't see it? The little monk, every step forward, the vibration frequency of the legs is much faster."

"Yeah, it seems that it is not the reincarnation of Bodhidharma. It is the sorghum that shows the birth of Nirvana. It is very good."

“Look at the little monk moving?” In the crowd, I don’t know who shouted, and everyone’s eyes instantly shifted to the little monk under the stage.

I saw his feet slightly picked up, his hands stretched straight, and made upright.

"I know what kind of light work?" In the crowd, a white-haired old man was excited and excited. "I have heard that there is a peerless effort in the rivers and lakes. It is not a talented person. You can't get started. The little monk in front of you may have learned it. ”

The white-haired old man finished, his eyes were awkward and he kept his mouth shut.

"Do you say that?" A young blue-eyed man next to the white-haired old man, screaming at the face, said half of this, isn’t it appetizing?

The people around me looked at the white-haired old man with a sullen look. The white-haired old man looked at the eyes that he was attracted by himself. He was slightly proud. "There is a rumor that there is a master in the world, watching the clouds in the sky, creating a set of no-steps. Law, Wan Li Qing Yun Bu, within the miles of Qingyun as a step."

When the white-haired old man finished speaking and patted his head, he remembered this footwork as if he had seen it from a novel.

However, no matter what, anyway, no one knows the truth.

"Look, Xiao Sha Mi's posture is ready, he wants to make a thousand miles." The blue-haired youth next to the white-haired old man was excited.

Within a thousand miles, Baiyun is a step. This is how high-level martial arts, no less than the previous sword-sword theory without swords.

I saw the next moment, the little Shami’s feet, once again, soared a lot, stayed for a long time, turned to look at Zhou Yang, “I can’t climb the shopkeeper.”

Zhou Yang's face was slightly twitching, and a lighter finger, suspended in the martial arts, slowly landed, and finally only one foot high from the ground, Xiao Shami stepped forward.

"What is this miles?" Around the youth, an individual glared at him. What is this peerless effort?

"Not what I said, it is what he said." The young man pointed to the white-haired old man with no expression on his face, and he was angry and angered because he believed in the old man’s words and let him lose his face in front of so many people.

"Now the young people, really do not know shame, this kind of miles, who would believe, you are a three-year-old child?" The white-haired old man looked contemptuous.

"That is, now the young people, what happened, they pushed to the elderly, you look at the age of people, you are still very good, framed others." The martial arts people around the situation, to young people, Speaking and swearing, carrying out a round of moral-strong-rape.

"You make the first move!"

On the stage of the contest, Zhang Sanfeng’s robe was windless and automatic, and it made a strong sound. One foot of white whiskers was not moving.

Everyone in the audience felt a majestic momentum, and they came face to face, as if the mountain was pressed, and the chest was slightly sullen, making it difficult to breathe.

The opposite side of the small sand, only feel a breeze, some cool, a lot of soothing mood, nervous mood is slightly slower.

"You are careful." Xiao Shami is holding a fist against Zhang Sanfeng, stepping forward directly, cross punching, running fast, straight to Zhang Sanfeng's chest.

Zhang Sanfeng's left hand, draws a strange arc, blocking the fist of Xiao Sha Mi.

boom!

A thunderous explosion in the sky.

An invisible gas force spread out around the two people. In the Wanjie Building, a slight whirlwind was formed, and everyone's hair danced with the wind.

"Fuck! I can guarantee that this little monk has definitely become the golden bell of Shaolin Temple. Just the internal force and the momentum of collision. Without the horrible defense, the internal organs are absolutely shocked into powder."

"You didn't see the collision between Xiao Sha Mi and Zhang Sanfeng's internal force. If there is no deep internal force, how can it not move? Shaolin Temple is easy to use, and the power is the most amazing. The young monk must cultivate Yijinjing."

"You are all wrong. I can guarantee that this little shame has definitely become a long-lost washing marrow of Shaolin Temple. Even the small monk in front of him is the sorghum of Shaolin Temple. After washing the marrow, it will wash the ribs and rejuvenate."

On the stage, Xiao Sha Mi’s fist squatted on Zhang Sanfeng’s double palms, invisible, and still spreading around.

"What rhythm is this?" Zhou Yang is slightly fascinated. Xiaoya is a reincarnation of Bodhidharma. Don't talk about it. He is a plain little shrine. If it is really comparable to Dharma, it is also the future, but it is not In front of you.

The martial arts masters under the stage are all strange, they naturally feel that the violent winds that are constantly blowing around are all made by Zhang Sanfeng, relying on strong instinct, and Xiao Sai really does not emit any internal force. Out.

Is it really a peerless sorghum, rejuvenating, and the infuriating has reached the level of returning to the true level, they have not felt?

"Well, the little monk is mighty, hurry to defeat the old Taoist." I only listened to the crisp sound of a jade plate. The girl in the same age as the little Shami was excited. She wore an apricot shirt and a pair. Smart eyes, staring at the little sand that looks like awesome.

Xiao Shami listened to the sound of singer and singer, and couldn’t help but turn his head and look at it. He saw a strange girl with a look of elves and waved at him. Suddenly, he couldn’t help but blush, and the woman in the heart seemed to be painting. The fairy in the world, the peerless city, so that he could not help but get close.

Hey!

The girl in the yellow shirt just cheered, and a more violent momentum erupted from Zhang Sanfeng's body. Between him and the little shaman, an invisible yin and yang fish was formed.

The yin and yang fish continued to rotate, Zhang Sanfeng and Xiaoshami vacated, and everyone was stunned, hitting the sky from the sky, and hitting the sky from the underground. Xiaosha was confused, and somehow flew up, but he heard the yellow shirt. The girl's applause, a set of Shaolin Changquan makes that is superb, and Zhang Sanfeng's forehead, there is a constant sweat of the beans.

"Little monk, come on!"

"Little monk, come on!"

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Under the stage of the competition, only the cheers of the girl in the yellow shirt.

The martial arts people under the martial arts stage ~www.novelbuddy.com~ have been shocked and stunned, Ye Gucheng and Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship is too fast, so that they can not see clearly, it feels somewhat unreal.

It’s like these two people, punching and fleshing, going from the sky to the bottom, and from the underground to the sky, this is the real master showdown in their minds.

Finally, in the two hundred rounds of the war, Zhang Sanfeng’s face was already somewhat whitish. Obviously, the internal force was too much. When Zhang Sanfeng looked at the apricot girl’s big eyes, he stared at the little monk on the stage, and his mouth could not help but smile. But it flashed a bit of bitterness.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Zhang Sanfeng's hands were made into countless palms, and he was photographed on the body meridians of Xiao Sha Mi. Xiao Shami only felt that the whole body was shocked and refreshed. The next moment, he found himself, had fallen under the stage, and thought of the cheers of the yellow shirt girl. The heart is slightly lost.

"Master, it's okay." Zhang Sanfeng just walked to the stage, Wudang head Song Yuanqiao, some nervously looked at Zhang Sanfeng, in his mind, the invincible master, but he was not so weak, at the same time, his heart also produced endless doubt.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't answer, turned his head and looked at the little girl and the yellow-shirt girl who talked happily. They couldn't help but touch the pair of iron arhats who had been carrying them for nearly a hundred years. They had memories, blessings, memories, and whispers. "Hope You are no longer me."

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