Mo Zhi jumped up to the high platform. At this moment, the rickety monk was already standing on the platform waiting for him. This man had huge eyes and a slightly sunken forehead. He was wearing a black cloth robe. He looked like he was frail. But just now he had the golden pestle.

Carrying it on his shoulders, he actually started climbing up this several-foot-high platform as soon as he said it. Even if he didn't care about his internal strength, it was already extremely difficult for this person to withstand the external force.

Mo Zhi looked at this person, but saw that the forehead of this monk had a tendency to sink. He had heard his senior brother say that the more advanced the martial arts in the Western Regions were, the more the forehead would appear to be sunken, and

This man's head looks like a wooden fish, and he must be extremely powerful with his martial arts skills.

"Senior, I haven't asked for advice yet."

Monk Fan raised his eyes and spoke slowly, only to hear the man's tone was heavy and dignified: "My name is Kinnabo, little one, please be careful later."

Mo Zhi nodded, holding the long sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Senior is older than me, I don't dare to take the lead, I hope that I will move first."

After hearing this, Jin Nabo was slightly shocked. They had always fought first, like in a chess game, and always had the upper hand. Moreover, his own skill was far superior to that of the boy in front of him. If the boy had made the first move, he might still have a slight chance of winning, but Jin

The silk man thought about the weight of the golden pestle in his hand, so he just smiled and said: "Young Master

Nian, your skills are far inferior to mine. If I had taken action first, I'm afraid you would have been in a bitter battle. It's not easy for you to come here for your friends. Why would you ruin a good situation for a mere courtesy? I'm from the Western Regions, and I'm very interested in the Central Plains.

I don’t know much about etiquette, so please take action first.”

Seeing that this person was speaking sincerely and from the bottom of his heart, Mo Zhi rolled his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking about. He immediately smiled and said: "Since we say that neither party can use internal energy, senior has already done it."

It’s a huge concession, I already appreciate it and can’t ask for more, so I still hope that my seniors can do whatever it takes.”

After hearing this, Xi Nabo thought in his mind, and it made sense. He disliked those mediocre etiquettes the most in his life. At this moment, he nodded slightly and raised his palm to slap the handle of the golden pestle. He saw that the huge golden pestle was slapped by him.

It had to be flipped upside down, whirring in the air, and hitting the ground with a loud thud. Almost a third of the pestle's body sank into the ground.

"Little baby, since you don't want to take the initiative, I won't use this golden pestle. If you can force me to turn around and use your inner strength to shake the golden pestle and wield it as a weapon, I will lose this game."

Mo Zhi smiled and said: "Senior, aren't you afraid of the junior's deception?"

What he said was quite pertinent. Zong Zhengqing had just been seriously injured by a hidden weapon. Mo Zhi was already inferior when he was standing on the stage. It was because of his clever heart and cleverness that he used tricks to make Taoist Baibing like this.

The seniors in the world were all restrained. When Mo Zhi saw that he was being frank, he naturally asked questions directly.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Xin Nabo raised his head and laughed, saying: "I have been traveling in the Western Regions for decades and have faced many strong opponents. I am not some sinister person who deceives the world and steals his reputation. If you can force me to reach for the pestle, you will be worthy.

You win!"

What Jin Nabo said just now was bold and bold, but in fact, his words were sarcastic, and he was mocking Taoist Baibing for being a vicious person. Even if he used hidden weapons and tricks, he could not help but be counterattacked by his juniors. Taoist Baibing stood in the audience, his face even more angry.

Qinghuiyi

He was about to stand up to retort, but suddenly he saw Yu Xiangwan looking at each other with a smile. Taoist Baibing naturally understood what he meant, and he couldn't help but swallow his anger. The anger in his eyes was gushing out, as if he wanted to swallow the silk tightly.

Only by killing can the hatred be relieved.

He tightened his left hand and turned it into a fist, spread his right hand, and made an "Arhat Conquering Demons" gesture. He had seen his body twisted and weird before, but his whole body was tensed up and he was extremely heroic. Mo Zhi held his breath and concentrated, waiting.

Take action.

Suddenly, he stepped on the ground with his left foot, causing the ground to crack and collapse. Smoke and dust rose up. His body flew out like an arrow through the smoke, and he rushed towards him, fists and palms intertwined.

, blasted hard in the face, his movements were swift, his moves were calm and heavy, like a

Facing the iron wall as fast as the wind and fire, Mo Zhi quickly dodged sideways and barely managed to avoid it. However, before his body could stand still, he drew the silk with his left hand sideways, drawing a smooth arc in the air, and then swept it with the tip of his palm, Mo Zhi

Unexpectedly, his chest was directly cut open by the remaining wind of the palm, and a blood mark was also drawn on the skin of his chest.

Mo Zhi's shock was reflected in his color, and he thought to himself: "I just dodged. Although it is not Zhou Zheng, I should have avoided the old monk's arm range, but why did I still get hit?"

Naturally, he couldn't see it clearly, but Zong Zhengqing in the audience had a serious look on his face, and laughed softly: "The thing that controls the arms to suddenly shrink and stretch is the unique Kung Fu of the Secret Sect of the Western Regions, the Bone Art of Reincarnation."

After hearing this, Yu Xiangwan also smiled and said: "As expected of a great hero of the sect, he is well-informed after all."

Zong Zhengqing said: "Since the owner of Yuzhuang has the ability to snare such masters, why do he need to use the method of manipulating people's hearts?"

Yu Xiangwan looked at Meng Xueqing, who was standing quietly by the side, and said: "What I want is that there will be no more people with lost hearts in the world. However, there are only a few people who are as reasonable as the three masters, so we need more.

Special means.”

Zong Zhengqing had no time to argue with him at this moment, and his mind was still on the stage. It should be noted that this reincarnation bone art is a unique martial art in the Western Regions. He had heard about it occasionally when he traveled to the Central Plains before. Legend has it that this martial art was created by a great master in the Western Regions.

After practicing, all the muscles and bones of the whole body can move freely. They can stretch out when necessary and contract when necessary. The body is beyond the body and there is no external object to restrain it. However, this skill is

It was extremely time-consuming and had to be achieved through decades of hard work. He looked at it for a long time. His body, which had been hunched over before, was now standing almost straight. His arms were sometimes a few inches longer, and sometimes they were longer.

Even though it was shortened by a few inches, even after decades of hard work, Mo Zhi had not reached the level of satisfaction that the former great master had. However, even so, Mo Zhi was already in many dangers and had no time to take care of himself.

Mo Zhi's body turned over, rolled to another place, and passed ten moves in a row. The more he fought, the more frightened he became. The old monk's arms in front of him were like springs, and his movements were uncertain. This effort was not only for resistance, but also for his life.

Never seen before, the backup is already alive at this moment

He was sweating profusely, and his clothes were almost torn through. His silk fist and palm skills were naturally powerful, but his moves were very primitive and simple. They were often horizontal, direct, and sideways strokes, but they were combined with the Samsara Bone Technique. A pair of

The palm of the fist is like a ghost.

Jin Nabo smiled, and leaned forward again. He raised his left shoulder, but it was his right arm that was lifted. Mo Zhi had just pointed his long sword to the left, and suddenly his right palm came. He quickly crossed his arms, but Jin Nabo's elbow was lifted.

There was a clicking sound, and the forearm suddenly grew an inch longer. But just this inch long, a big black hand hit Mo Zhi squarely on the face.

Mo Zhi was beaten to the point where stars were shaking in front of his eyes, and his face was immediately red and swollen. Although Meng Xueqing in the audience stood dumbfounded, her body was trembling slightly at this moment.

"Old senior, what kind of skill is this? You have broken a bone, right?" Mo Zhi muttered as he rubbed his face, which had a big bulge.

After hearing this, the momentum of the forward attack stopped, and he said with a smile: "Little baby, you have good skills, but you have learned too much and are too complex. It will take me decades to master this skill." OK, you have to be careful."

At this moment, while the two of them were talking, the offensive was put on hold. Hu Kaishan shouted: "Old monk, do you have to stop talking? This little kid is obviously trying to trick you into stopping so that he can take a breath. Just stop." You’ve got it right!”

After hearing this, Nabo suddenly realized it and couldn't help but laugh and said: "Yes, yes, this doll is very smart, and his steps were also very strange just now!"

After that, Ji Nabo came forward again with a tight step. Mo Zhi saw that his fists and palms were tight and the water could not be splashed, so he used his feet again to perform the "fighting turns and returning to dust" footwork, turning left and right, using the direction of the stars, He was able to dodge smartly, but when Shen Muchuan first created this footwork, he had never seen this weird Kung Fu in the Western Regions. Naturally, he never expected that someone could control the length of his limbs. At this moment, Mo Zhi used it, and he originally dodged it. Yes, Jin Nabo's arm suddenly grew a little, and it happened to hit someone with Mo Zhi's long sword. Jin Nabo bent his body and avoided it. Therefore, this smart footwork that even Jian Beiyuan had not gained the upper hand before, It seems to be stretched thin at the moment.

Mo Zhi dodged three more moves, and he was already in danger. His chest and clothes were beaten until several inches of skin were exposed. Zong Zhengqing was in the audience, but he saw that although Mo Zhi was young, there was an extremely obvious spot on his chest. The scar was as if someone had dug a sharp claw into his chest. He had traveled for many years, and such tragic scars were rare. Although he knew that Mo Zhi had been to the northwest, after all, there was a battle at the northwest border. How, he never got around to asking.

Mo Zhi secretly thought in his heart: "The old monk's kung fu is unpredictable. If the fight continues like this, I'm afraid he won't even be able to survive twenty moves."

He glanced at it, and saw the golden pestle lying not far away. His mind moved, and he came up with a plan. At this moment, the silk cloth was already in front of him. He took out the palm of his left hand and kicked it with his right foot. Mo Zhi fought with him. After a long time, I had already made some judgments about his stretching and retracting skills. Before his body could change, he had already jumped upside down around the golden pestle, and the silk cloth naturally followed him. As soon as Mo Zhi landed on the ground, he could hear the strong wind behind him. Blowing, the palm force is approaching, Mo Zhi is touching the ground with one foot, one hand is holding a cup, as if drinking fragrant mash, the face is sweet, the body is bent as if lying on the back, extremely stretched, the left arm thrusts out the sword and stabs out, The whole person seemed to be drunk for a moment, but the power of the long sword was extraordinary. It was the "one drink of a thousand bells" in the Thirteen Swordsmanship. When the silk was pressed, I saw a flash of sword light in front of my eyes. This kind of swordsmanship was so real. It was something he had never seen before, and even he couldn't help but take a few steps back in shock. Even so, his eyebrows were almost pierced.

Mo Zhi was overjoyed when he saw this. He turned around and raised his sword. He tightly sealed his left arm with the silk cloth to resist the movement between Mo Zhi's elbows. But this time, Mo Zhi smiled slyly, his forearm fell back, and the sword blade seemed to fly to the ground. He slashed at his own neck.
Chapter completed!