Yang Xingzhou had been in the same boat as Li Ruohai before and specifically asked Li Ruohai for advice on his unique skill of prairie fire marksmanship.

He was Li Ruohai's savior, and he was very fond of Li Ruohai's temper. Seeing him asking for advice, Li Ruohai naturally passed on all the marksmanship he had learned throughout his life to Yang Xingzhou without reservation.

Li Ruohai is a spear sect of the first generation, and his martial arts level has almost reached the same level as Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun. His superb spear skills and profound internal skills are beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors, and the Liaoyuan spear technique passed down is even more difficult.

Practice.

As Li Ruohai's only direct disciple, Feng Xinglie's qualifications are not bad, and his character is not tough. However, after learning marksmanship for nearly twenty years, he still cannot fully understand the Liaoyuan Marksmanship. It is still difficult to master the essence of this set of marksmanship.

Understand Li Ruohai's heroic spirit when he used this set of marksmanship.

But Yang Xingzhou is different.

Not only is he highly skilled in martial arts, his vision and knowledge are just as good as those of Li Ruohai. His hundreds of years of martial arts accumulation are unimaginable to ordinary people. In addition, he himself is a master of marksmanship, so he taught Li Ruohai his marksmanship and internal skills.

When it came to the mental technique, it was really easy to understand with just a few words, and it only took less than a day to master the essence of this set of marksmanship.

For a period of time after that, I pondered it in my mind from time to time. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this marksmanship was very interesting. However, I had no opponent to try it out and could only practice it in my mind.

Today, I was besieged by the alliance of the Eight Baidao Sects. I happened to get Du Mingxin's split stick, and my opponent happened to be the Changbai Sect's top master Immortal Immortal, who has a very high cultivation level.

When the gods fought against each other, Yang Xingzhou first used the stick method to respond to the enemy, and then used the stick as a spear, suddenly transforming into the prairie fire spear method.

Li Ruohai's Hundred Strikes of Prairie Fire was truly extraordinary. When Yang Xingzhou used it, it was no less effective than if Li Ruohai had used it himself. After just over ten moves, the Immortal Immortal couldn't resist it. At the thirtieth move, on top of the long stick,

The sword energy suffocated, turned into the tip of a spear, and stabbed the Immortal Immortal's right chest, piercing the chest and back, and leaving a bloody hole.

"How can the evil spirit Li Ruohai be a hidden person? You can't be Li Ruohai!"

When the immortal immortal clutched his chest and staggered back, Sha Tianfang, an old man from Xining faction, looked at Yang Xingzhou and said angrily: "Who are you?"

Yang Xingzhou didn't answer. He suddenly raised the iron rod in his hand and pointed at Sha Tianfang: "Old Sha, I have heard for a long time that the Xining sect is the disciple of the emperor and has the responsibility of guarding the capital. There are many masters in the sect. Looking at it today, it is nothing more than this! Li Mou doesn't

Talented, learn great tricks!"

Sha Tianfang's white hair fluttered and he laughed angrily: "You are still pretending to be the leader of the Li clan! Li Ruohai is extremely passionate and arrogant all his life. How can he hide his head and show his tail? You said you are Yang Xingzhou, which is somewhat credible.

To say it's Li Ruohai makes people laugh out loud!"

As he spoke, with a wink, he and Zhuang Jie beside him rushed towards Yang Xingzhou. At the same time, Wudang Sect's "Infinite Sword" Tian Tong, Bo Zhaoru from the Ancient Sword Pond, a Taoist nun and two middle-aged men all rushed towards Yang Xingzhou.

Yang Xingzhou pounced, but in an instant, Yang Xingzhou was surrounded by enemies from all sides.

"Fuck!"

Yang Xingzhou waved the big stick in his hand, and suddenly it turned into a monstrous stick shadow. The stick head breathed out real energy and was as solid as if there was a substantial gun head installed on one end of the long stick. It made a booming sound of sonic boom and swept in all directions.

Come on.

Li Ruohai's Liaoyuan Marksmanship is best at group battles, especially when Yang Xingzhou increases his understanding of the marksmanship and integrates his own understanding into it, which also has the shadow of the Yang family's marksmanship.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of weapons, fists and kicks being exchanged was endless, mixed with the panicked sounds of several people. The Immortal Immortal's pale face was leaning against the trunk of a big tree. He felt his eyes go black for a while, and whispered to the Wuxiang monk next to him.

Said: "Brother Wuxiang, I can't do it. This person is really amazing. It's extremely difficult for one person to defeat him. Let's all take action together and keep him."

Monk Wuxiang was silent, with a troubled expression on his face.

As a Shaolin holy monk, he has such a transcendent status. He just can't defeat Xue Mingyu, but if he joins the siege with everyone, he can't do this kind of thing.

Even when dealing with Pang Ban, he only thought of challenging him alone, rather than attacking in groups. After all, he still wanted to face him.

At this moment, there was a series of loud "bang bang bang" sounds. Sha Tianfang and Zhuang Jie groaned at the same time and fell out of the circle. After landing, they wanted to stand firm with the stakes, but unexpectedly the remaining momentum was not gone.

, "Deng Deng Deng" stepped back five or six steps in succession, and without missing a step, he left deep footprints on the floor of the courtyard.

Zhuang Jie's face suddenly turned red and white, and he happened to retreat to Wu Xiang Seng. He turned to look at Wu Xiang Seng: "Holy Monk, look at this."

Monk Wuxiang sighed and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, everyone, please step aside!"

Although his voice was soft, everyone could hear it clearly in the midst of the fierce battle. They all retreated for a moment. Yang Xingzhou stood on the stick, looked at Wuxiang Monk, and laughed: "Wuxiang, what do you want to do?"

Wuxiang monk walked slowly, walked up to Yang Xingzhou, and said calmly: "This donor, whether you are Xue Mingyu or not, you must have various connections with Xue Mingyu. The old monk makes the decision. Now I will have a bet with you. If you are

You can win, old monk, and I promise that no one will attack you again. If you lose, please explain carefully what happened, and we will make a decision when the time comes."

An old nun next to him saluted and said: "Amitabha, holy monk, this Xue Mingyu has ruined the reputation of so many good families' daughters, how can you easily decide and let him go? According to me, no matter the victory or defeat, we cannot allow him to leave, otherwise

If so, it will be difficult for us and other women to have peace in the capital."

Yang Xingzhou laughed loudly: "Don't worry, even if I were Xue Mingyu, I still wouldn't look down on you, an old nun. Old nun, you were so cruel just now, what do you call me?"

The old nun's face was covered with frost, and he snorted coldly: "A poor nun has entered Yun'an to host Wangqing!"

Yang Xingzhou was stunned and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Master Wangqing."

This Master Wangqing has two disciples. A lay disciple named Yun Qing is one of the eighteen masters. He has been liked by Fan Liangji for more than ten years, but he does not dare to express his feelings. There is also a close disciple named Yun Su who is criticized

She is the only monk among the top ten beauties in the world.

A monk can be ranked among the top ten beauties, which shows how beautiful Yun Su is.

When Yang Xingzhou thought of this, he looked past Master Wangqing and looked at the women standing behind her. Then his eyes lit up and he praised: "Okay, okay, what a pity, what a pity!"

Not far behind Master Wangqing stood a little nun. She was more than half a head taller than Master Wangqing, who had a plain face and was already tall among women. A pair of slender and toned monks could be seen in the fluttering white linen robes.

Her long legs made her stand out from the crowd even when standing next to the fairy-like pine trees. She even outshone other men and women.

A sudden strong wind blew up in the courtyard, blowing her broad nun's robe close to her body. Her shoulders were as sharp as a knife, and her plump and beautiful lines appeared on her chest, which made her look like a lotus standing upright in the clear water, making people lose their soul.

Her pretty face is both delicate and sweet, yet innocent and pure. Her white cheeks faintly reveal a healthy natural blush, which is more attractive than any smear of makeup and powder. Her cute little bald head makes her neck look more attractive.

, looks particularly slender and graceful, making her as cute as a little swan and giving people a white and smooth feeling.

Yang Xingzhou has never seen such a beautiful little nun!

In the previous small world, there were only two little nuns who could leave some impression on him. The first one was the little master Yi Lin in Swordsman, and the bald Yuan Ziyi in Flying Fox World.

Little Master Yilin was petite, pretty, and lovable. She was not much worse than Ren Yingying. Yang Xingzhou had a very good impression of her. When he asked for the formula of Baiyun Bear Bile Pills in Hengshan, he specifically gave her guidance.

Lin worked hard for a few days, and after a hundred years, Hengshan School's swordsmanship became the best in the world, and it was all Yilin's work.

Another one, Yuan Ziyi, was a green tea bitch who had even more double standards than Yang Xingzhou. He had one of his arms cut off by Yang Xingzhou with a knife, and they never saw each other again, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

At this moment, I asked myself, if Yuan Ziyi was as beautiful as the little nun in front of her, Yang Xingzhou's knife might not have been able to cut her down.

The most fascinating thing about the little nun in front of me is her pair of shining eyes, which are charming, slender and long. Under the naturally curved eyebrows, her beautiful lacquer-like eyes are clearer and dazzling than any gemstone. Especially the cheeks.

Those small dimples add a bit of cuteness and sweetness.

Among the top ten beauties in the world today, Yang Xingzhou has already met Gu Zixian, Qin Mengyao, Ying Sanhua, Xu Yeyue and others, but among them, Qin Mengyao is the only one who has more fairy spirit than this little nun.

Qin Mengyao's beauty and the beauty of this little nun are equally untainted and transcendent. It's just that the former is a little more fairy-like, making people dare not look at it, but this little nun has a wild and wild air of the mountains and forests.

, is the pure natural beauty and simple beauty that can be seen in the ordinary.

She gives people the feeling that she should only be hidden in the rich and fragrant orchid bushes, wandering on the steep mountains with beautiful rocks and breasts.

The rest of the people, even Xu Yeyue, are not much more beautiful than this little nun. It can only be said that they all have their own merits.

With such a graceful look, if she is not selected into the top ten, who would be qualified to be selected?

Even though there was a distance of more than ten feet, Han Bai seemed to have smelled her fragrant and clean aura, which was both bright and simple, blending into a unique temperament that no one could resist.

Yang Xingzhou glanced at the little nun in front of him and exclaimed: "What a beautiful little nun, your name is Yun Su?"

When the eight factions around saw that this man was under heavy siege and dared to stare blankly at the woman, they were all angry and yelled in unison. Even Wuxiang Monk sighed in his heart, this man is really a born pervert, no matter what

Self-restraint reaches this point.

The little nun Yang Xingzhou stared at him intently, feeling displeased at first, but when he touched his clear and bright eyes, he felt an unprecedented strange feeling.

She has become a monk since she was a child and has a calm mind. Unlike ordinary girls, who tend to react to men's rude gazes, the "Xue Mingyu" in front of her is very different from the other men. She can't help lowering her head and blushing.

Face, said softly: "Yes, I am Yun Su. Are you really not Xue Mingyu?"

Yang Xingzhou said calmly: "If Xue Mingyu has my level of cultivation, even the emperor can do it, why should he be a bullshit thief!"

Having said this, he threw the bare stick in his hand to Du Mingxin who was far away, and turned to look at Wuxiang Monk: "Old monk, you have very good eyesight. You know that if you attack me in a group, even if you can hurt me,

I am afraid that everyone present will suffer heavy casualties, so I have to fight alone to determine the winner. It is a pity that not many people can understand this painstaking effort."

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that Wuxiang Seng was actually worried that Xue Mingyu would kill him and others, so he proposed a bet with Yang Xingzhou. They were all shocked. They didn't expect Wuxiang Seng to be so afraid of Yang Xingzhou.

Monk Wuxiang lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: "That's good, that's good. Since you said you are Yang Xingzhou, I believe it. But even if Yang Xingzhou is here and kills people from my eight sect alliance, he still has to give an explanation."

He raised his head, scanned the crowd at the scene, and said softly: "This time I have a bet with Donor Yang. If the old monk loses, please don't embarrass him and let him go."

Yang Xingzhou's long hair was fluttering in the wind, and he said: "Then they have to be able to stop me! Wuxiang, let's go!"

Wuxiang Monk said happily: "It's really a pleasure for the donor to speak so quickly." Before he finished the last word, the next moment he appeared in the void in front of Yang Xingzhou, and used a palm to strike Yang Xingzhou's chest.

Yang Xingzhou's face was filled with surprise. The air around him suddenly seemed to be sucked out by Wuxiang Monk's palm, and not even a drop of the strong wind that originally blew was left.

Only then did he realize that he had underestimated Wuxiang Monk.

This person was able to fight against Pang Ban twice, break through twice, and still survive. He really had great abilities. This one palm showed his unfathomable cultivation. It was completely different from his previous attack, and even more powerful.

It's totally different.

"good!"

Seeing that Wuxiang Monk's palm was so impressive, Yang Xingzhou praised loudly and suddenly pushed forward with one hand.
To be continued...