Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

A cold sweat broke out quickly from Sombra's back.

However, even so, the shadow still didn't dare to move, and even if he didn't even breathe, he was afraid of disturbing Su Qin.

As a member of the Demon Sect, Soi Ying knew very well in his heart that he had already taken a great risk in sneaking into the Shaolin Temple on this trip.

But Sombra has no choice.

The Sect Master's order should not be violated, and he was also a little cautious, which made him bite the bullet.

Originally, Sombra thought that even if he did not steal the Yi Jin Jing in the end, it should be no problem to retreat with his sneaking methods.

But the shadow did not expect that he was forced to show up without even entering the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Shaolin Temple is too terrible."

"Any sweeping monk has such strength?"

The shadow felt bitter.

Su Qin didn't know what Sombra was thinking, but he also saw that Sombra should be very nervous at this moment.

The internal force in the body runs wildly, and it may burst out at any time.

only......

This completely did not appeal to Su Qin's interest.

If Sombra was a first-tier master, Su Qin would be more serious.

However, Sombra is only a fourth-rank martial artist, not even a third-rank, no matter how much it breaks out, it is not enough for Su Qin to slap to death.

"No way."

"Can't drag on like this."

Sombra's thoughts turned rapidly, thinking about his situation.

The Buddhist scripture pavilion is the important place of Shaolin Temple, and there are monks patrolling every moment, and the dark shadow finally sneaks in through the gap.

But the time left for him will certainly not be too long.

If it continues to drag on, even if Su Qin doesn't do anything, the monks visiting will find him.

At that time, what the shadow will face will be the chase of the world martial arts master, Shaolin Temple.

Thinking of this, Sombra gritted his teeth.

"Fight!"

Three silver needles appeared silently in the black shadow's right hand.

These three silver needles are made of profound iron and are designed to break the strength of the body. Even the martial artist of the upper three realms will suffer without precaution.

"Give it to me."

A trace of distress flashed across the black shadow's face.

Whoosh!

The three silver needles turned into poisonous snakes and rushed towards Su Qin.

But at this time, the shadow figure retreated violently? Turned to flee outside the Shaolin Temple.

In an instant, the shadow had already escaped dozens of meters away.

"Not chasing?"

The black shadow looked happy? Subconsciously turned his head and looked at Su Qin.

"what?"

Sombra's pupils shrank slightly.

Because the three silver needles rushed towards Su Qin, the chill was bitter, but Su Qin did not evade, as if he was frightened.

How can this be?

You know, in the eyes of Black Shadow? Su Qin is at least an upper three-level martial artist.

And although the silver needle is silent? But if the upper three realm warriors want to hide, there should be no problem.

"Am I wrong? This sweeping monk is not a strong person, but an ordinary person?"

The shadow was secretly angry.

next moment.

The silver needle pierced Su Qin's chest silently.

however.

In the black shadow's imagination, the scene of the silver needle entering the body did not appear? Instead, the silver needle cast from black iron, with a click, turned into scrap? It fell on the ground.

"This......"

The shadow was stunned.

Then? A chill suddenly exploded from his mind.

"Block Xuantie Yinzhen with your body?"

"How is this possible?!!!"

There was a strong tremor in the shadow of the shadow? It was like seeing a ghost.

In a flash.

Sombra's desperate stimulus forbidden technique? Increased the speed to the extreme, fleeing frantically.

"Move your hand? Still want to run?"

There was a sneer on Su Qin's face? Raising his right hand? Strands of non-correlated forces lingered and collided between them.

Hum!

I saw a ray of intangible force blasting out? Over hundreds of meters? It blasted on the black body in an instant.

The shadow snorted, not only did not stop? Instead, with this force, he fled back at a more terrifying speed.

Su Qin saw this scene and did not continue to chase.

Instead, he lowered his body and picked up the silver needle that had been turned into scrap.

"This should be the profound iron that specializes in breaking the internal strength of martial artists?"

Su Qin took a look? Thinking with interest.

Today, although the warriors are rampant? But they are not really unscrupulous.

For example, Xuan Tie in front of him is the nemesis of warriors.

However, the production of Xuan Tie has always been scarce, and it is controlled by the countries.

Ordinary warriors can't see it.

Su Qin looked at it for a while, then squeezed it casually, crushed the silver needle fragments into shreds, sprinkled it on the ground, and scattered with the wind.

The internal strength of the Xuan Tie Specialized Martial Artist is true, but at this moment Su Qin is already a master of [the King Kong is not destructive of the magical skill], and the flesh is strong to the sun, invincible. How can Xuan Tie be shaken by a small amount?

Say it again.

Even if Su Qin didn't have a great [Vajra Unbreakable Divine Art] physical body, with the tyrannical internal strength of a first-rank martial artist, Xuan Tie couldn't help it.

Xuan Tie certainly restrains the internal strength of the martial artist, but any restraint is relative.

It's like water restrains fire.

But if you take a small bowl of water to face the monstrous fire, what can you do to restrain it?

...

After half a day.

Hundreds of miles from Shaolin Temple.

In a dark hall.

This hall is remote and there are almost no people nearby, but it is a part of the magic door.

At this moment, a group of people gathered in the hall, as if waiting for some news.

Each of them has a strong aura, obviously all of them are martial artists, and they are still the kind of powerful martial artists, at least in the middle three realms, and even the upper three realms.

"Sect Master, you sent someone to the Shaolin Temple to steal the Yijinjing. I'm afraid this matter lacks consideration."

"No matter how you say Shaolin Temple, it is also a master of martial arts in the world..." a plump woman asked with a frown.

"Humph?"

"The world martial arts master?"

At this time, a gloomy old man sneered, "Since sixty years ago, the last first-class monk of Shaolin Temple passed away. Shaolin Temple has been in the town for sixty years without a first-class monk."

"There is no Yipin, and it is not worthy of being called a master of martial arts in the world."

The words came out.

There was a voice of agreement from the hall.

"Yes, what use can the group of bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple do besides being able to read two scriptures?"

"Don't say that the suzerain is just letting people take away the'Yi Jin Jing', even if the Shaolin Temple is full, what's the difficulty?"

"Huh, what my magic door wants, Shaolin Temple dare to refuse?"

There was a tumult in the hall.

After a while, the purple-robed man sitting in the first seat of the hall said: "Okay, stop."

As soon as the words of the purple-robed man fell, the hall fell silent.

"I let people sneak into the Shaolin Temple, in addition to trying to use the world's marvelous power of the "Yi Jin Jing" to heal injuries, but also to test Shaolin Temple."

When the purple-robed man said this, he paused, and continued: "If you really get the Yi Jin Jing, it proves that Shaolin Temple has completely declined. It's nothing but a manifestation. My magic door will soon invade Shaolin Temple! "

The words came out.

Everyone on the court was amazed.

"Sect Master's plan is really far-reaching."

"The shaolin gang of bald donkeys, I am afraid they don't even know it until they die, and their every move falls into the master's calculation."

The purple-robed man smiled slightly, and did not continue.

at this time.

A black shadow staggered into the hall.

"came back?"

"Have you got the "Yi Jin Jing"?"

The man in the purple robe recognized the dark shadow and asked faintly.

"Zong... Sect Master." The shadow opened his mouth, trying to say something, but his face was pale as paper.

"Are you injured?" The purple-robed man frowned.

When other people in the hall saw this scene, they suddenly became dissatisfied.

"The Shaolin Temple is so courageous that it dares to hurt my demon."

"Sect Master, as long as you order now, I will join forces to attack Shaolin Temple and kill him."

"Yes, Sect Master quickly order."

Many demon martial artists clamored.

only.

Compared to these demon martial artists, the purple-robed man sitting in the first seat found something was wrong.

Whoosh!

The purple-robed man stepped out and appeared in front of the dark shadow.

"Who hurt you!"

The purple-robed man stretched out his right hand, trying to check the black shadow's injuries.

however.

When the purple-robed man ran his internal force into the black shadow, he seemed to touch something.

A ray of breath suddenly broke out, piercing through the body of the black shadow, turning into a finger force, and silently pressed towards the man in the purple robe.

"This?!"

The look of the man in the purple robe changed.

Subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

boom! ! !

There was a shock of terror.

The purple-robed man retreated eight steps, and finally vomited blood before he barely stopped.

"A hundred miles apart, change is from the heart. This is a great master of the first grade borrowed from someone to warn me of the magic door..."

The purple-robed man suddenly raised his head, looked at the black shadow whose breath was severed, and muttered to himself.

This statement came out.

Above the hall, there was a dead silence.

The Demon Martial Artist who was clamoring to destroy the Shaolin Temple just now was full of fear and did not dare to say anything.