Lin Xuan felt so keen. The black shadow's light skills were unfathomable and he landed silently. However, the peeping gaze still made Lin Xuan feel a sense. He turned over and took out a flying knife from somewhere in his right hand.

There are no more than ten people in the world who have this light skill. Those who appear quietly are enemies but not friends. Lin Xuan's skills have not been fully restored, so it is safer to fly a knife.

The black shadow outside the door was nothing but Xiao Yuanshan.

Most of the time, Xiao Yuanshan worked as an otaku in Shaolin Temple, studying the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, and hurting himself. The Khitan warrior who was originally scared to the point of taking action, thirty years later, his martial arts were as good as Murong Bo.

If anyone in the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Dragons is the most unlucky, it must be Xiao Yuanshan. He was a great man who advocated peace in the Song and Liao dynasties and stopped swords and warriors, but inexplicably, he was killed by the warriors in the Central Plains for no reason.

He lived in seclusion in Shaolin and wanted to take revenge, but he wasted thirty years and was injured. Not only did he have much improvement in martial arts, but he was caught up by Murong Bo.

During the Shaolin Temple battle, I finally learned all the truth and wanted to take revenge, but a sweeping monk came and forced him to "transfer" him with his amazing cultivation.

However, Xiao Yuanshan is also very ill. He has endless tricks to cheat his son, and everyone is calling for the hero to kill him.

Among these people killed by Xiao Yuanshan, three should not be killed. Qiao Sanhuai and his wife were just ordinary people. They raised Qiao Feng for 30 years with great difficulty, and only favored their family. Master Xuanku, this is a real monk who taught Qiao Feng martial arts without any hidden secrets. He is much better than Wang Jiantong.

Now, Xiao Yuanshan is targeting Lin Xuan again with an abnormal mind tortured by hatred.

Qiao Feng's fighting talent is inherited from Xiao Yuanshan. Both of them are like gods of war. Although they don't have any magical skills, their intuition is also keen. The moment Lin Xuan picked up the flying knife, Xiao Yuanshan felt a crisis.

"Since you are awake, why bother to pretend? Why don't you come out and find a place to chat." Xiao Yuanshan sent a message into the secret passage.

"It's not a gentleman who hides his head and reveals his tail, so why should I follow you?"

"Do you want to fight me here?"

"I don't want to fight you at all, Xiao Yuanshan."

"Crack" Xiao Yuanshan crushed the door frame and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"Lin Xuan, idle clouds and wild cranes, no name or surname."

"Since you are idle clouds and wild cranes, why bother to participate in the world of the world? It is better to find a famous mountain and river, plant flowers and grass, and cultivate one's own character."

"Yes, I think the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion is very good. It is a good place to live in seclusion. You won't feel bored even if you live in seclusion for 30 years. What do you think of Mr. Xiao?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Yuanshan changed his color and said angrily: "Boy is looking for death!"

With a "huh", the earth-shaking palm force slammed the inn gate and hit Lin Xuan straight.

The gate is more than one meter away from the bed, and the palm power is not as strong as the sword energy and sword energy. Even the eighteen dragon subduing palms will weaken more than one meter away. However, Xiao Yuanshan's palm has the palm power but is not exposed, and there is no weakening at all.

The seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the Mount Sumeru Palm, and one of the three great master palms of Shaolin, is also the first master palm technique in Shaolin. After practicing it, it will not weaken the palm power due to distance, and can accumulate energy in the emptiness, and the palm is hidden in Sumeru.

There are more than 30 monks from the Xuan generation of Shaolin, some of whom have mastered the Prajna Palm, some have mastered the Vajra Palm, and some have mastered the Palm of the Demon Subduing Palm, but none of them have mastered the Palm of Mount Sumeru.

It’s not that I don’t want to practice, but the threshold for Mount Sumeru is too high. I don’t have enough foundation and cannot practice at all. Even if I can barely practice it, I need to sit on the horse and concentrate for a long time to make a move.

(ps: Shaolin during the Tianlong period was really experts, and there were about 30 first-class masters of the Xuan generation in the world.

Original text: In a moment, there were only more than 30 old monks of the Xuan generation left in the Great Hall, Huilun, the master of Xu Zhu, and the four girls of Xu Zhu and Lingjiu Palace.

The famous and surnamed Xuan generation include Xuanci, Xuandu, Xuan sadness, Xuan difficulty, Xuan silent, Xuan pain, Xuan shame, Xuan shame, Xuan purity, Xuan filth, Xuan life, Xuan death, Xuan stone, Xuan Ming, Xuan thought.)

When Xiao Yuanshan looked through the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, he had a deep foundation. It was not difficult to practice Mount Sumeru Palm, and he didn't even need to concentrate his mind. With a thought, the palm power had already burst out.

Lin Xuan flew up, turned over in the air, stepped on the roof, and rushed towards Xiao Yuanshan like an arrow from a string. The flying knife in his hand did not emit, but a three-foot sword light condensed on it.

With a sword, Xiao Yuanshan's palm power shattered and dissipated. He took four or five steps to stabilize his body. Looking at Lin Xuan, he had already flown to fifty or sixty feet away.

Xiao Yuanshan shouted loudly, and his feet gently pointed on the ground, as if he was stepping on willow branches and reeds. His tall and strong body was more agile than swallows and he quickly chased Lin Xuan.

Seventy-two unique skills in Shaolin, crossing the river with one reed.

The two of them chased each other, and within a quarter of an hour, they ran to the woods fifty or sixty miles away. Lin Xuan stopped and stood on a big tree, Yue Zhiyuan was in a state of vain and fairy spirit.

Xiao Yuanshan shouted, "If you don't explain it clearly today, you can't even think of leaving this place."

After saying that, he slapped Lin Xuan with a palm, and he still used the Sumeru Mountain Palm, but after this palm, he followed another Vajra Palm. The two masculine palms gathered together, and the power doubled.

With a "slam" sound, the big tree under Lin Xuan's feet was smashed to pieces.

Lin Xuan moved his footsteps to another tree. Lin Xuan used Jiumozhi to calculate that in this world, the only one who had the unfathomable magical concept on Lin Xuan was the unfathomable monk who swept the floor.

Although Lin Xuan has only recovered his five success powers, he is not afraid of Xiao Yuanshan. Xiao Yuanshan is not Qiao Feng. He has serious internal injuries on his body and cannot fight for a long time. He has even made a man-made training.

"Mr. Xiao, I have no grudges and you. Why do you fight and kick when you meet? Stop now, let's say a few words, otherwise I will have to offend you."

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

"With your internal injuries, how can you be my opponent!"

Lin Xuan flew down from the tree with a fierce tiger, swaying left and right, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight phantoms appeared. Xiao Yuanshan only felt that there were people in front, back and left and right. Although he could smack a figure with one palm, his power consumption was too severe.

After fighting for thirty or fifty moves, it happened that Xiao Yuanshan raised his palm to make a knife and used a move in the sword technique to break the deeds. Compared with the sword technique, the Sweeping Monk was no match for Lin Xuan, let alone Xiao Yuanshan.

Lin Xuan stretched out his left hand and gently pulled it. Xiao Yuanshan's powerful and heavy palm knife was actually pulled back and inserted into his chest.
Chapter completed!