Sandu acted like a Vajra with angry eyes and subdued demons, and opened the circle of Vajra that subdued demons. Du'e shouted: "Since the two benefactors are brave enough to break into the temple, let's see if they can break Lao De's circle of Vajra and demons!"
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Yang Gui seemed to have seen an alien, "Brother, you have two arms, right? Why should I come to break your formation? Master Dao is here to steal the scriptures, not to break the formation."

Zhang Sanfeng had phantoms of black and white yin and yang fish appearing on his body. He turned around and looked at Yang Gui in shock: "How can we get through without breaking the formation?"

"Go around! He's sitting here blocking the road, so let's go around him. Then we'll grab the pass and walk away. The three of them will use it as a park. In the future, it can also be used as an attraction to sell tickets and other things, and we can also give people money."

The temple generates income."

Yang Gui couldn't understand the kind of bridge where the enemy had to break through the formation. How big could a formation be? How big could it be used as the Great Wall?

"Ah?"

Du'e's mind went blank.

What he has always learned is that I set up formations for others to break the formations, but he never thought about what would happen if others did not break his formations and bypassed him. This was a situation he had never experienced since he started acting.

"It's not you, me, this, him, that..."

Du'e's speech is incoherent.

Yang Gui was like an old man who came down to bask in the sun. He walked around with his hands behind his back and walked around.

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while, glanced at them with pity, and walked past.

I heard that the lives of these three people were not good. When they were young, they had the leader of the Ming Cult give them a beating. Then they encouraged themselves to go into retreat to defeat Yang Dingtian. The result was like this. I'm afraid it wasn't Yang Dingtian who beat the brains out of the three of them.

.Thanks to Yang Dingtian's death, if he is still alive, he will laugh to death when he sees this thing.

"No, you..."

Du'e wanted to get up and stop the two old monsters, but once he got up, he broke the formation himself. Without the King Kong Demon Circle, he dared to face Zhang Sanfeng? He was afraid that he would end up like the unlucky abbot outside the mountain gate.

Du Jie stood up and pointed at the backs of Yang Gui and Yang Gui, his lips trembling for a long time, and finally sat down again.

Humph, even if you, Master Zhang, are famous all over the world, my Vajra Demon Subduing Circle is still invincible!

If you don’t believe me, don’t take a detour!

Sandu is still in the spirit of victory, and Yang Gui has already arrived at the Sutra Pavilion.

Yang Gui found the monk responsible for sweeping the Sutra Pavilion. This monk really only knew how to sweep the floor, and his legs were trembling.

"Hey, little monk, do you know where the Nine Yang Gong is?"

"I'm sorry, this is a secret of our temple, little monk, I have nothing to say."

"Boom!"

Yang Gui raised his hand and hit his feet with a wave, making a crater.

"I'll ask you again, where is the Nine Yang Gong."

"On the sixth floor of the fourth row of bookshelves on the second, second floor to the right."

Yang Gui walked over, pulled out "Shaolin Nine Yang Gong" from the bookshelf, checked it with the panel, and after confirming that it was the authentic copy, it was directly integrated into his "Turtle Style Qigong".

Yang Gui came down and asked the monk again, "Hey, little monk, where is your Yi Jin Jing?"

"This...I don't know."

Boom!

Yang Gui raised his hand and made another wave.

"No, no, no, please forgive me, Master, the Yi Jin Jing is here..."

"Lao Yang!"

Zhang Sanfeng can't stand it anymore, bullying an honest child.

"Look, what are you afraid of? Just kidding him, how can I still covet the Yi Jin Jing of these bald donkeys?"

Yang Gui burst into laughter, and the monk breathed a sigh of relief, but then he heard Yang Gui muttering to himself: "I heard that you also have a copy of "Arhat's Magical Art of Conquering Demons"..."

The monk in the Sutra Pavilion almost collapsed to the ground in fright.

When I looked up again, the two old monsters were gone.

This time Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng achieved great success in the Shaolin Temple. They defeated the 108 Arhat formation, beat up the three abbot brothers, single-handedly attacked the Shaolin Temple, stole the scriptures from the Sutra Pavilion, and added an attraction to the temple.
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After the two people came down from the mountain, the news gradually spread in the world, causing an uproar.

On the one hand, everyone was horrified by the strength of these two old monsters, and the fear of being dominated by Zhang Sanfeng was recalled again; on the other hand, the Shaolin Temple, which had been vaguely a cancer for the hegemony in the world, became the laughing stock of the whole world.

Spreading their fun.

At this time, the two old monsters who caused shock in the world have been back for more than a month.

"Well, this is the 'Nine Yang Magic'."

Zhang Sanfeng stood up after finishing his work, but he was still a little worried: "But all this is based on my experience. Miss Guo and I, as well as the Shaolin people, understood and recorded the Jiuyang Sutra, and then combined it to create it.

I don’t know if it can compare to the Nine-Yang Divine Art in the real Nine-Yang Manual.”

Zhang Sanfeng is indeed a genius of all ages. The foundation of his martial arts is the Nine Yang Kung Fu. Over the years, he has studied the pure Yang Purple Qi Kung and the principles of yin and yang harmony. With two reference books, he quickly deduced the Nine Yang Magic Kung Fu.

But he, who has always been steady, is still a little worried.

"What are you afraid of? It's enough if you can cure Wuji?" Yang Gui snatched the scriptures he had written and looked through them. "Besides, if you want to read the original version of the Nine Yang Manual, go to Kunlun and look for a big monkey.

, the scriptures are in his belly."

"How do you know?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at him in shock, "Do you know you didn't tell me for so many years?"

"You didn't ask me." Yang Gui spread his hands.

In fact, he did it on purpose. Even if he didn't know the specific location, how big is the Kunlun Snow Valley? With the abilities of him and Zhang Sanfeng, could they still not find it after two or three years of searching?

But he was afraid that Zhang Sanfeng would read the Nine Suns Scripture when his realm was still low, fall into the shackles of a script, and become a high-profile, low-energy fool like Zhang Wuji in the original work. Then the supreme Taoist master who would carry on the past would not be able to

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"I'm so crazy%￥#@" Zhang Sanfeng found that he was particularly prone to breaking the rules and swearing when he was with Yang Gui, and his status as a master was completely lost. He scolded for a while, and then he discovered his blind spot: "No, my master and I both

I don’t know, how do you know?”

"My father told me." When something goes wrong, he blames Yang Guo. It's normal for an expert to know secrets that others don't know. Anyway, his father has been dead for more than sixty years, so there is no proof.

"He said that Yin Kexi and the others stole the scriptures and were chased to Mount Huashan by your master and you. They were accompanied by a big black ape, and you can see that there was a patch of stitched flesh under the monkey's belly."

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"That's it, that's it. He's so smart. He doesn't hide it on his body or in a fixed place. Instead, he hides it in the body of an animal. Who would have thought of this? No wonder he let me search it so casually.

Body."

Zhang Sanfeng murmured to himself, then realized something was wrong, "No, then how do you know the scriptures are hidden on monkeys?"

"That's my guess. Didn't He Zudao tell you back then that the sutras are in oil? I think that Yin Kexi was originally a Persian, and he invaded with the Mongols. Later, He Zudao was also from the Western Regions. The Mandarin in the Central Plains is not easy to pronounce.

It is passed down orally, and it is normal for the pronunciation to be off. Yin Kexi’s original words should be ‘The scriptures are in the ape’.”

"Oh, you said it already." Zhang Sanfeng sighed. He has lived for more than a hundred years and has no desire for anything in the world, but this "Nine Yang Manual" is not only his enlightenment reading, but also his inspiration.

The thought of my ancestor is naturally different, "The ape is probably dead now, where can I find it?"

"I don't think so." Yang Gui now knows the answer and is reasoning, but Conan is no match for him. "My father said that if the ape can be actively chased and played by my uncle Diao, I'm afraid it is some kind of alien beast.

You, old bastard Zhang, can live for more than a hundred years, why can't it?"

"Forget it."

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while, then shook his head, "The Nine Sun Magic Technique I have created now is enough to make Wuji fully recover. He can even practice according to it. He may not be inferior to you and me in the future. Let him find it by himself when the time comes."
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Zhang Sanfeng personally taught Zhang Wuji the new version of Nine Yang Magic. Yang Gui had nothing to do, so he trained Song Qingshu for fun. He found that Song Qingshu was really good at everything, smart, studious, and well-educated. Although he was a little too strong, this was also true.

Good thing.

The only shortcoming may be that he is too licky, and forgets his last name when he sees a woman. If Yang Gui says that all this must be blamed on Lao Zhang, the ancestors are all lickers, and later the three generations of Wudang Clan Feiyangyang are not enough.

Surprising.

It’s just that Zhang Sanfeng can restrain his desires and remain an old virgin for the rest of his life; Yin Liting will not regret it until the end. Only this Song Qingshu...

Yang Gui looked at Song Qingshu with evil intentions and decided to use supersaturation therapy.

Song Qingshu trembled, "Senior Yang, why do you look at me like that?"

"Qingshu, are you three years older than Wuji?" Yang Gui smiled kindly, but Song Qingshu just felt cold all over, always feeling that there was some kind of crisis.

"Yes, I am three and a half years older than Junior Brother Wuji."

"Three and a half years old, that makes you fifteen years old. Well, at fifteen years old, ordinary people are already fathers."

Yang Gui spoke with infinite temptation, "Let's go, Grandpa Yang will take you to a good place."

"Where?" Song Qingshu was even more frightened.
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