The Arhat's magical power is extremely pure, and when the internal force of the cold yin and cold force is rapidly invading, he swirled his body and used a pair of flesh palms to block the cold move behind him.

Just as soon as he contacted him, he knew it was wrong.

The Arhat magic skill has eighteen bodies, which emphasizes hard practice and persistence over the years, without any tricks or shortcuts. The Arhat magic skill with a bitter nature is the best in Shaolin. Originally, the body's heat is continuous, but at this time it was blocked by that palm, and the internal energy as cold as ice immediately penetrated into his palm.

He closed his fist and retreated, and stood almost on the edge of the mountain road, and behind him was a hillside with a huge drop.

The person who suddenly appeared between him and Lin Shaoyi was an ordinary person with gray hair. At first glance, he saw that he was dressed in old clothes and was very surprised. When he saw his face, he couldn't help but say, "Zhang Ziqiao?! You are not dead?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong.

The news of Zhang Ziqiao's death was reported by disciples of the generation who returned to the temple. He was intellectually ruthless and accurate, but Zhang Ziqiao was famous after all, and he was afraid that the news would be inaccurate, so he asked his disciples to explore again when he came over. The disciple who sneaked into Ziyunfeng reported: Zhang Ziqiao is indeed dead, and the funeral has begun on Ziyunfeng. The last news came: Except for Lin Shaoyi, Ziyunfeng has not yet come down, there are only Zhang Ziqiao's disciples and another weak boy with no martial arts skills on Ziyunfeng.

This time, he came to ask for guilt. It would be better if he could take Shi Yan and Zhaoxu back. If Tang Ou or Lin Shaoyi refused to hand over the two, there would be a way to suffer from sexual suffering: this time he brought the elite of the Zhao generation in Shaolin Temple, and he could suppress Lin Shaoyi, and the rest of the people were naturally more than enough to deal with Tang Ou.

Qingyang's heart method was originally determined to get the pain of nature. But since he couldn't get it, and had a strict nature and did such a thing, he had been holding a grudge against Zhang Ziqiao for a long time, so naturally he could not let his disciples go.

Lin Shaoyi was right. When he attacked him, he did not expect that his martial arts skills were so high, and his external skills could easily offset the internal energy contained in the rosary. This was the first shock. The second shock was the stranger who suddenly appeared in front of him. This person's internal skills were cold and cold, completely different from the Arhat magic skill practiced by the Sex. The invisible trace of true energy could enter his body, which shocked him very much.

Such a strange internal force could never be Zhang Ziqiao's. And Zhang Ziqiao could not be resurrected from the dead.

"Monk, please say another word to listen." The man suddenly spoke, which shocked his sex.

His voice was so bad that it seemed as if a thick stone had damaged his throat, and the voice made his hair stand on its feet.

At this moment, he finally remembered someone. He looked up in shock: "You are Zhang Ziqiao's younger brother Zhang Ziyun? Are you not dead yet?"

Zhang Ziyun finally laughed: "Very good, I think of you too. It was you. The one who wanted to ignite fire outside the Qiankun Cave that day was you."

The nature is very painful, and the vigilance and murderous intent suddenly arise.

"My master should have heard that day, but he didn't say it. My brother just lay on the ground and cried. I stood near the stone at the entrance of the cave, and heard your voice clearly." Zhang Ziyun said slowly, "Natural suffering, you call it natural suffering. More than 20 years ago, you were not the abbot of Shaolin, but only the head of a small prison hall. My master treated you sincerely. You went to Ziyun Peak to ask about the magical skills of the Arhats many times, and the master answered all the sincere answers. And the one who shouted outside the cave that day to burn the three of us to death in the cave was also you."

Although Lin Shaoyi, the master of Qingyang, sat in the Qiankun Cave that day because of the attack of fellow martial artists, the right and wrong of the matter have changed, and he has his own opinions, but he never expected that the abbot of Shaolin Temple in front of him also had a kick in it.

"You killed my master and my brother." Zhang Ziyun clenched his palms, "Among all the martial arts of Shaolin, you are the best at Xinyiquan and right and wrong hands. Although Zhang Ziyun is unknown and wasted his time, he only has one martial arts to put on the table. Today I will use boxing to punch and meet the abbot for a while."

His breath was rapid, as if he had a serious illness. After saying a few words, he was breathing continuously, but when he posed a punch, his depressed form disappeared at all. Standing in the wind, he seemed to be a good player with both internal and external skills.

When he was so sad, he looked at Lin Shaoyi. Seeing that he had turned around and ran down to meet Tang Ou, he knew that Lin Shaoyi brought him up was a trap: Zhang Ziyun had been waiting here for a long time. He suddenly felt evil thoughts and set his fist as a shield: "Zhang Ziyun, you have repeatedly killed people and have no signs in the past few years. I thought you had already stopped yourself, but today I realized that you, the evil man, still alive. Amitabha, I can't say that, I will do the way for heaven."

"Old monk, you said it wrong." Zhang Ziyun sneered, "I want you to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, his sexual pain was approaching, and Xinyiquan was heavy and steady, coming towards Zhang Ziyun.

Zhang Ziyun did not dodge or avoid, and also showed off her palm to face the pain of nature.

The two of them clashed with their palms, but neither of them regressed. A hint of surprise flashed across their sexual misery.

His fist power was extremely strong, and he had seven success powers in this punch. He wanted to kill Zhang Ziyun with one punch, but Zhang Ziyun could take on his move and was in a stalemate with him on the spot, and he didn't move.

The gesture of sexual pain changed immediately. He held his right fist beside him and hit Zhang Ziyun in the abdomen again.

At this time, the two were almost opposite each other and were very close. He was confident that Zhang Ziyun would never avoid this stroke. Only when the fist was released, he suddenly saw that Zhang Ziyun's five fingers opened in a fan shape, which blocked his extremely heavy punch. He was shocked: his fist could not be retracted, as if it was stuck in Zhang Ziyun's palm. He had not yet reacted, so Zhang Ziyun's five fingers pressed his fist and twisted it out hard.

His throat made a muffled groan - Zhang Ziyun's hand strength was stronger than that of him, and he actually twisted his right palm and dislocated it.

He was also a good player who had been through many battles, and this sudden change did not panic him. The sexual pain jumped up suddenly with the palms of the two of them as the fulcrum, and his legs kicked heavily towards Zhang Ziyun's chest. Zhang Ziyun had no choice but to stop, but he saw that the sexual pain had not yet landed, and his fist was already coming towards him like a storm.

Zhang Ziyun saw that the bitter nature could return his palm to his position and attack again when he retreated. He sneered slightly in his heart and did not move. He used the Dalu Gong to use his set of boxing techniques to make the tiger and tigers turn into a fierce battle, fighting against the bitter nature's thoughts.

The more you fight, the more you are, the more shocked he is: his accomplishments in Xinyiquan and Arhat magical skills have reached its peak. Not to mention Shaolin, even few people in this world dare to fight against him. He has heard some untrue rumors about the world, saying that before the Qingyang Patriarch died, he divided his skills into two and passed them to two children. Among them, Zhang Ziqiao was very talented and practiced Qingyang's heart method, but his younger brother Zhang Ziyun used this skills to do whatever he wanted because of his poor roots and bones. He killed people and drank blood, and did everything he could. After hearing this rumors on the day, he just smiled. Qingyang Patriarch was dead, and these two skills belonged to two people. In any case, it would not be possible to recreate the style of Qingyang Patriarch that day.

If Zhang Ziyun's skills were inherited from Master Qingyang, he would never be afraid of suffering in nature.

When he was young, Master Qingyang devoted himself to Shaolin. All the foundations of his martial arts in his life were all the martial arts learned in Shaolin. The internal strength and martial arts methods of Master Qingyang are the same as his own kung fu. A few years ago, he debated the ownership of the "Ten Difficult Sutras" with Zhang Ziqiao in Shaolin. He also saw Zhang Ziqiao's skills and investigated his internal strength, which was really very similar to himself. Sexual pain fought with Zhang Ziyun with such a mind, but the more he fought, the more he felt something was wrong: Zhang Ziyun's internal strength was too weird, and he was definitely not from Master Qingyang.

He didn't dare to underestimate the enemy anymore. He thought that this guy had been in the world for decades. He thought that he had abandoned the skills he taught by his master and learned other evil ways.

However, Zhang Ziyun's boxing technique was put into practice, and there was no trick. The steady boxing technique was mixed with his strange and cold internal force, and the power was also very powerful.

The side of the sexual misery was full of fighting with Zhang Ziyun, and Lin Shaoyi and Tang Ou were also busy.

"Call Zhaoxu out." said the Shaolin disciple, "We are just here to pick up Zhaoxu!"

Lin Shaoyi smiled and said, "You abbots are not like Buddhist monks. It seems that you and him may not be in harmony?"

The monks did not speak, and continued to set up a formation to surround Lin Shaoyi and Tang Ou, moving quickly.

Lin Shaoyi rushed in when he saw Tang Ou fighting alone. It was the first time he saw this formation, so he asked curiously as the leader of the martial arts world: "What kind of formation is this?"

"Arhat Demon Subduing Formation!" A monk replied loudly, "People only use treacherous and slanderous!"

Lin Shaoyi sneered: "Treacherous? Who are you? You dare to slander the leader of the martial arts world as a treacherous? Report it to the name!"

The monks walked around, but no one spoke any more.

Tang Ou was not in the mood to chat like Lin Shaoyi. He stood in the formation and observed intently.

These monks seem to be slightly older than Zhaoxu, and they should be Zhaoxu's senior brothers. Since they are formations, the most important thing is that everyone in the formation has similar skills so that they can maintain balance and maintain all parts of the formation. Tang Ou looked around and stared at a monk. When the monk passed by him, he stabbed a sword without hesitation.

The sword was so fast that it instantly cut off a corner of the monk's robe, and the tip of the sword pierced directly into the monk's thigh. A string of blood beads were thrown out from the pull.

The monk refused to let out the pain, but because of the injury on his legs, it became extremely slow and difficult to walk.

Lin Shaoyi laughed loudly and jumped into the devil-subduing array that had begun to loosen. He did not use a sword, but a pair of flesh fists started to fight everywhere. For a moment, the monks screamed and fell to the ground one after another.

Tang Ou pulled out the sword. His Qiu Shuang sword technique was very familiar. With a move of "fallen wood silence", the monks were hit on the head by the sword body, and they shouted and fell to the ground. Tang Ou's sword was very sharp. After he swept around, he saw another monk standing in the field, so he turned his sword and threw it first with the hilt of the sword. The hilt hit the monk's acupoint. He immediately softened his legs and fell down.

The two of them were injured without intention. After this round, they would be slightly injured in their flesh and blood, and would not be fatal.

Seeing the two of them, Shen Guangming was fascinated by the skills and couldn't help but say, "Party Lin is so powerful."

Tang Ou glanced at him when she heard this.

Shen Guangming quickly added: "Tang Ou is also amazing."

Tang Ou smiled and looked at him coldly.

Shen Guangming laughed strangely and quickly pulled out the topic: "It would be great if the martial arts of Alliance Leader Lin and Tang Daxia could teach me a little."

Lin Shaoyi wiped the blood from the monk's robes and stared at him: "The boxing technique cannot be taught. I can teach you the sword technique of the Lin family."

"Okay, okay." Chen Guangming was very happy.

Unexpectedly, Lin Shaoyi continued: "It's a pity that only the Lin family can learn swordsmanship. If you are a woman, just marry me. What a pity, it's a pity."

Shen Guangming: "..."

He originally thought that Lin Shaoyi was upright, rigorous, and dull, but he could tell jokes. He thought it was because he met Tang Ou and got rid of the monk, and he felt better after he got rid of the monk. He asked, "Then do you have sisters in your family? I can marry into a marriage."

Lin Shaoyi looked back at Tang Ou and smiled: "Then you have to ask if Hero Tang is willing or not."

Tang Ou also learned to wipe the sword like Lin Shaoyi, and looked up at the sound of "?".

Shen Guangming: "????"

Lin Shaoyi walked up to the two of them with a sword in hand: "I have a sister, not to mention her beauty, she is also a heroic beauty. She is the wife that Tang Ou had decided when she was a child."

Chen Guangming thought of another wife, but he couldn't help laughing on his face: "Tang Daxia is lucky and silly, hahaha..."

Lin Shaoyi laughed with him.

Tang Ou: "Shaoyi, wait, who decided? Why don't I know?"

Lin Shaoyi: "...you said it yourself! You don't remember it? I'll beat you up with the surname Tang!"

Tang Ou frowned and was very confused: "I said it?"

Lin Shaoyi was too lazy to argue with him and waved his hand: "Stop talking. Go up and collect the corpse for the monk first."

The three of them walked and said, only then did they realize that Zhang Ziyun's sudden appearance was Lin Shaoyi's meaning.

When Lin Shaoyi went up the mountain to find Tang Ou, he lit incense in front of Zhang Ziqiao monument. Zhang Ziyun thanked him politely. Lin Shaoyi knew Zhang Ziyun and suddenly had an idea: he wanted to return to Shaoyi Alliance with Yan Yan and Zhaoxu to hold a meeting to punish evil to seek justice. He was stubborn and naturally would not give up. There might be obstacles on the way. Lin Shaoyi persuaded Zhang Ziyun to go with them. If Shaolin people took action, he would appear immediately. First, the identity of Qingyang's disciple can reveal the vicious thoughts of Yan Shao's suffering, and second, it can also shock Yan Shao and win some opportunities.

Zhang Ziyun agreed.

After walking for a while, the three of them saw Zhang Ziyun and Sexual Ku who had hit the forest.

"Is that what you... uncle called me?" Lin Shaoyi said, "I really didn't expect his martial arts to be so powerful."

"I didn't expect it." Tang Ou frowned. He looked at it for a moment and thought to himself that this man's martial arts might be better than his master.

"I heard from my father about Zhang Ziyun." Lin Shaoyi said, "He has always liked to collect various information about martial artists, and by chance he discovered Zhang Ziyun and the Dalu Gong he learned."

The most yin and cold internal skills in the world have always been the first snow magic method of the Tianshan School. However, as soon as the Dalu Gong appeared, it immediately suppressed it. The Dalu Gong was extremely yin and cold. During the practice, those who practiced must endure extremely painful suffering, sleep day and night, and their joints were stiff and unable to stand or curl up. All those who practiced the Yin and Cold internal skills were bloodthirsty and did not desire to live flesh and blood. Zhang Ziyun was no exception.

"But except for the murders around Ziyun Peak in the first few years, Zhang Ziyun really disappeared without a trace in the next twenty years, and nothing like this happened again."

Chen Guangming couldn't help but interrupt: "What if he drinks blood but you don't know? This is also possible."

"Impossible." Lin Shaoyi said decisively, "You can tell from his appearance. You must be so thin that you must be suppressing yourself from drinking blood, so that you will become more and more haggard. This time he went to Zi Yunfeng and cut off his neck with a strict personality, but I see that the blood volume of the woodshed is not drunk either."

Seeing that the two were not moved, Lin Shaoyi added: "It is difficult for people who practice Yin and Cold internal skills to control themselves from drinking blood. A senior from the Tianshan Sect locked himself in a cave in order to control his blood-thirsty and flesh-eating **, but in the end he was too uncomfortable and chewed off his limbs."

Chen Guangming and Tang Ou were both shocked.

"So, your uncle's mind is definitely stronger than others, which is admirable." Lin Shaoyi said.

While talking, Zhang Ziyun's fight with sexual pain has become increasingly fierce.

People outside the field cannot see it, but people in the field know their own joys and sorrows.

The strange internal force of Zhang Ziyun was discovered to be the natural nemesis of the Shaolin Arhat magical art. The gentle internal force was immediately released and disappeared, but Zhang Ziyun's boxing technique suppressed his Xinyiquan. The strange force changed several moves during the journey, and even used his original kung fu. However, because these external skills were all derived from the Arhat magical art, they were completely dispelled by Zhang Ziyun.
To be continued...