The Melon-eating Swordsman In the Ancient Dragon World

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Chapter 177 Shaolin masters chase battle

Two white horses without a stray hair, a carriage made of silk, satin and red sandalwood, a strong groom in a felt hat and linen clothes, and a handsome bookboy in a blue robe and a small hat.

 This is Jiang Feng’s car and waiter.

Even Yan Nantian took a bath and changed into brocade green clothes. Even the rusty iron sword at hand was replaced by a green steel sword with a shark skin sheath.

He really doesn't pay attention to details. If he walks around the world by himself, not to mention the sword at hand, he probably even wears straw sandals, and it's not uncommon to have holes in them.

But he is also a person who considers others, and will not deliberately pretend to be down and dirty Jiang Feng's car. Since his second brother provides everything, he is naturally happy to enjoy it.

 His friendship with Jiang Feng cannot be measured by money.

 Having similar personalities and mutual loyalty, that’s all.

At this time, they had passed Jingmen and were heading towards Xiangyang. Yan Nantian was sitting in the carriage, still looking at Jiang Feng with quite surprised eyes, "I haven't seen you for a few months. Your martial arts are quite advanced, and you have practiced them specially." Swordsmanship?"

 When Yan Nantian showed up, Jiang Feng naturally wanted to fight with him.

Over the past month or so, Jiang Feng has become completely familiar with his original skills, and combined with You Longsheng's martial arts, his internal strength, light skills, and swordsmanship have all improved greatly.

Comparing his martial arts with the original, Jiang Feng said that if he was attacked by five chickens and a pig in the original work, he could send them all away.

At this time, Jiang Feng was lying on the couch in the carriage, holding tea in one hand and smiling at Yan Nantian, "I am the brother of the best swordsman in the world. If my swordsmanship is too bad, how can I be justified?"

Yan Nantian laughed when he heard this, "Your martial arts are already better than most people in the world. If you have sharp and fast swordsmanship, I am afraid that many famous masters will not be able to match you."

Jiang Feng smiled slightly. In fact, when he fought with Yan Nantian, his body reaction was still a little slow. After a while, even if he is still not as good as A Fei and Jing Wuming, but stabbing the throats of some famous masters, isn't it easy?

 As for the so-called famous masters…

 The famous masters in Yan Nantian's words are of course different from the famous masters in the general population.

 …

 Along the way, we pass through Xiangyang, cross the Han River, pass through Nanyang, and then we reach the famous ancient city of Luoyang.

Jiang Feng opened the curtain and looked at the scenery along the road.

 That's where a famous female master was buried. If she could come to this world, would she be able to compete with Yao Yue?

Jiang Feng was thinking when he heard the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind in front of him.

“Master?” Jiang Feng raised his eyebrows.

 “What a great Qinggong!” Yan Nantian praised loudly.

The next moment, there was another "swish, swish" sound of clothes. The footsteps may be light or heavy. Some people are walking on the grass, and some are walking across the treetops. Although the light-body techniques are different, they are all rare. Good hands.

“Many people are chasing one person?” Jiang Feng asked.

Yan Nantian nodded, "Among the pursuers, there are masters from the Shaolin sect."

Jiang Feng also nodded. He could only hear the sound of breaking wind just now as a blunt weapon, but Yan Nantian obviously heard it as a weapon similar to a stick or a staff.

This place is close to Songshan Mountain. Of course he is a disciple of Shaolin, and he is also a master of the Shaolin sect.

"Who can attract so many masters?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

“You’ll know after you go and see it!” Yan Nantian said with a smile, “If he is a treacherous and evil person, just get rid of him!”

Jiang Feng stood up and said with a smile, "With so many masters from the Shaolin Temple present, I'm afraid my elder brother won't have a chance to make a move."

Yan Nantian laughed and said, "There is no best. Just take a look at the Buddhist secrets of the Shaolin monks."

 “Stop!”

Jiang Feng gave an order and the coachman stopped in front of the door.

"Jiang Gui, Jiang Qin, you guys are waiting here. My eldest brother and I will go over and take a look." Jiang Feng said. The coachman responded loudly, while Jiang Qin pulled Jiang Feng's sleeve, with worry in his eyes, and warned him, "Young master, be careful!"

Yan Nantian saw it and admired it in his heart.

Jiang Feng patted Jiang Qin's arm and said, "Don't worry, with big brother here, even if all the evil spirits in the world gather together, they won't be able to hurt a single hair on my head."

Yan Nantian laughed when he heard this, and then with a show of his body, he rushed away first, "Let me see how your Qinggong is!"

Jiang Feng didn't even turn around, his figure floated up, and then turned around in the air. He lightly caught up with Yan Nantian behind a tree trunk on the side of the road. He seemed to be relaxed, but was actually very fast. He was not even an inch slower.

 “What a light kung fu!” Yan Nantian exclaimed in admiration.

Although he did not use all his strength, there are not many people in the world who can achieve this level of lightness.

However, Jiang Feng shook his head, "But compared with the person who ran away first, I guess he is still a little inferior."

The sound of the man's clothes blowing in the wind just now was very light and fine, and even had a faint whistling sound, which showed that he was going very fast. If the person chasing behind him hadn't had strong skills, he would have been thrown away long ago.

“Indeed, there are only a handful of people in the world who have such light skills, but I don’t know who actually provoked Shaolin masters to mobilize in large numbers?”

Yan Nantian also became curious. As his body rose and fell, his speed was not slow at all, but there was no sound of breaking wind, which showed that his internal energy was deep and strong.

Jiang Feng did not have this ability, but the Shenlong Nine-fold Body Technique and the lightness skills he had practiced in the Kunlun Snow Valley were not weak. He followed Yan Nantian and chased the large army ahead.

 …

“Thief, you plotted against the only lay disciple of the Shaolin master, do you still want to survive?”

 “There is no way for you to escape, in heaven or on earth!”

“Shaolin Divine Monk Master Puyi takes action with the four guardians. Surrender quickly and follow the Shaolin Divine Monk back to Mount Song to face the wall and repent!”

Among the pursuers, in addition to Shaolin Master Puyi and the Four Great Protectors, there are also many Shaolin lay disciples who have already established their careers in the mountains, as well as many masters in Henan Wulin.

 But the man in front obviously does not want to spend the rest of his life in the Songshan Shaolin Temple.

With a flash of his body, An Qingzi, who was like a shower of flowers all over the sky, was thrown towards him.

"careful!"

 “There is a hidden weapon!”

“Ahead is Mount Yao, he wants to enter the mountain and get rid of us!”

 “Amitabha!”

The sound of the Buddha's trumpet sounded, and the old monk chasing at the front waved his Zen staff and said, "Senior Brother Puxin has long expected that he wants to enter Funiu Mountain from Shaanxi to Gansu, and he is already waiting in front."

 “The Shaolin monk knows everything like a god!”

"Hahaha, listen up, thief! You have no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth!"

 “Hehehe…”

Easy laughter came, intermittent, like a patient recovering from a serious illness, without a trace of yang, "You want to trap me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"

At the same time, on the way into the mountain, another old monk and nine Shaolin monks appeared.

Hence, the running figure in front could only pause and fly towards the woods on the side.

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ˆ PS small interaction: Guess who this person is?

 (End of this chapter)