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Text Chapter 897 Sitting in town (one more)

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    He made mudras with both hands.

    Immediately, the warm breath moved from the odd acupoint on the vest, drilled into his hands like an electric current, was changed by the fingerprints, turned into a fine net, and spread out with his movements, falling into the deep pool below.

    "Good! Good!" Xu Zhijian was overjoyed.

    This is the real introduction to Dragon Control.

    My previous practice method now seems to be a show, a waste of effort, only with this warm breath can it be truly powerful.

    Without this warm breath, no matter how standard and precise the handprints are, they will have no power at all.

    Mastering this breath is the real entry, and before entry, the hand frame is actually useless.

    I understand this now.

    But without this breath, I'm afraid I can't understand it all the time.

    He jumped down and landed on the stone wall two meters high in the deep pool. His palms were like suction cups tightly sucking on the stone wall, and he stood firmly, forming a seal with both hands, and invisible nets fell down one after another.

    Fakong shook his head.

    The net formed by this strange aura fell on the ice, and was blocked by the aura contained in the ice.

    The aura of Dragon Control Art is wonderful, the most yin, cold and poisonous aura contained in this ice cannot completely block it, but it can block more than half of it.

    The remaining half fell into the pool below and dissipated quickly. When it reached the giant dragon, it had almost dissipated. The slightly violent ice stubble and ice chips suddenly slowed down, and when they reached the highest point of the canyon  At that time, they were unable to go up any more, and they fell one after another.

    "Wow"

    The ice stubble all over the sky and the ice cubes fell to the surface of the deep pool one after another, making a splash of water, splashing in all directions, making a mess.

    "Woo" Xu Zhijian floated to Fakong's side, shook his head and said, "This guy is even stronger!"

    He could feel that the power of the water arrow just now was far superior to that of the previous water arrow, the power of controlling the water, controlling the water to condense into ice, and then controlling the ice was several times different.

    Fakong said, "It's progressing extremely fast."

    "If this goes on," Xu Zhijian shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I'm really no match for it."

    Fakong smiled and said, "It's better to take it easy and practice elsewhere first."

    Xu Zhijian thought for a while and nodded.

    It can only be like this, the progress of this giant dragon is too fast, I can't keep up, if I continue to practice, I will be in danger.

    Now Fakong is by your side, but you can't keep Fakong by your side all the time, right?¡ª¡ª

    In the early morning, the courtyard of the Jade Butterfly Sect was full of noise.

    On the martial arts arena, all the disciples of the Jade Butterfly Sect were wearing strong clothes, and they were exercising vigorously. The clothes were of different colors, and all of them were beautiful.

    Ning Zhenzhen was dressed in white clothes like snow, and was practicing sword in the small courtyard.

    Flying Butterfly Palm has been practiced to perfection, temporarily stop practicing, after a while, "I will meet in person." Ning Zhenzhen turned around and walked into the courtyard, changed into a long robe to cover her graceful curves, and walked out slowly.

    Ding Xingqing followed behind her, "Sovereign, is that Yuande divine monk, Yuande divine monk from Damiaolian Temple?"

    "It shouldn't be wrong."

    "But why did the monk Yuande come to us?" Ding Xingqing was curious.

    She had heard of the name of Monk Yuande. After all, she was in Tianjing, so how could she not have heard of the name of Monk Yuande.

    But I haven't seen it.

    Monk Yuande behaved in a low-key way, he really lived in seclusion, and usually did not leave the temple for important things.

    Either in Da Miaolian Temple, or in Xiao Miaolian Temple.

    "I don't know." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head.

    She already knew that it was Fakong's handwriting.

    Outside the gate of the Jade Butterfly Sect, under the bright sunshine, Monk Yuande stood like a jade tree facing the wind, handsome and compelling.

    He turned his back to the outside, facing the gate, slightly closed his eyelids and remained motionless, closed his left hand, and moved the Buddhist beads with his right.

    The Buddha beads were black, deep, and round, leaving his slender fingers one by one, and entering into his slender fingers one by one.

    People passing by looked at him one after another, some recognized him from the side, and bowed to him from a distance, without stepping forward to disturb him.

    They looked surprised, but did not stop.

    Jade Butterfly Sect is not an unknown person now, everyone knows

    "Entrusted by whom?"

    "Master Fakong."

    "Master Fakong" Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly, "Shen Yuande also has friendship with Master Fakong?"

    "Master Fakong and I are close friends, and we know each other well," Monk Yuande said slowly, "so we can't just stand by and watch the matter of your lord, and we are here to help you."

    & nbsp; "Thank you, Master." Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile, "But"

    "Shenjian Peak has always acted with a strong and domineering temper, which cannot be changed," Monk Yuande said softly, "This time it is indeed bullying."

    "But the words of Damiaolian Temple and Shenjian Peak" Ning Zhenzhen looked embarrassed, "Master, I'm afraid it's better not to get involved."

    Monk Yuande smiled.

    Jade Butterfly Sect is now in a life and death situation. Facing the door-to-door rescue, but to refuse, this is obviously a posturing.

    Ning Zhen said in embarrassment, "If there is no Master Fakong, we would love to have the help of Damiaolian Temple, but since the master is a friend of Master Fakong, we can't harm Damiaolian Temple and implicate you, Master."

    Monk Yuande said, "Sect Master Mo thinks that our Damiaolian Temple can't protect the noble sect?"

    "Da Miaolian Temple is naturally stronger than Shenjian Peak." Ning Zhenzhen said.

    Monk Yuande smiled and said nothing.

    This is obvious. Everyone knows that although Shenjian Peak is strong, it is by no means an opponent of Damiaolian Temple.

    "It is a great idea to continuously reduce the number of people until there is only one person.

    In the end, it doesn't even need human hands.

    If Shenjianfeng was sensible, he would naturally not be entangled anymore, so he swallowed this breath forcefully.

    As long as the elders of Shenjian Peak dare not do it, they will cut off the chance to practice the sword art.

    If the elders of Shenjian Peak can't practice the sword art, their mentality will not be too inflated, and they dare not challenge the status of Damiaolian Temple.

    So in the final analysis, my group is not only helping the Jade Butterfly Sect, but also helping Damiaolian Temple itself, and the combination will benefit both.

    "Master, isn't it too cramped for just one yard? It's not as good as five yards."

    "You don't have to, that would be too intrusive."

    "good."

    Ning Zhenzhen ordered Ding Xingqing to arrange a courtyard for Monk Yuande and his party of five to live in.

    Ding Xingqing looked at Monk Yuande and the others in surprise, and hurriedly went to prepare.

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