Immortal Martial God Chapter 1215: Blind
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The brother was also excited and eager to try: "Brothers and brothers, come and fight this lay brother!"
In an instant, seventeen bald-headed little monks walked over, forming a total of eighteen people with the brother.
Xiang Nan put his hands together and bowed: "I'm sorry, brothers."
"Come on, Junior Brother!" The senior brother flushed with excitement.
The eighteen people immediately lined up and fought with Xiang Nan.
Buddhist profound arts, fighting alone is very powerful, but multiplayer fighting in all battles is even more terrifying, because they can always form various powerful formations.
"Arhat formation!" The senior yelled loudly.
The eighteen people immediately began to move and deal with Xiang Nan in an array.
While Xiang Nanyou walked in the crowd, he was able to deal with it easily. He didn't know the Arhat formation, what kind of formation it was, how it was arranged, and what purpose it could achieve.
In the face of such an unfamiliar formation, generally speaking, it is only a trick.
But Xiang Nan could see through their intentions.
Two little monks stood back and forth, and the descendants put their hands on the shoulders of their predecessors. Before forming, Xiang Nan had already slid over and pushed the hands of the little monk behind them away.
A little monk on the left raised his arm, intending to release his flower fingers to Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan slid over, hitting the outside of the little monk's elbow with his finger force, blocking his meridian direction through the qi, making the twisted finger unable to form.
Another little monk prepares to move at a high speed. This kind of body is incredibly fast. Once released, Xiang Nan will definitely not be able to keep up with that speed.
But Xiang Nan suddenly appeared behind the little monk, pressed the little monk's shoulder with one hand, and smiled slightly.
The little monk struggled twice, but he was helpless. Although his body skills were exquisite, he couldn't use it, and it was in vain.
"Good means!" The brother laughed, and flew back. He saw him drawing circles with his hands in the air, as he walked through the meridians.
Behind him, a huge vajra phantom gradually condensed.
Xiang Nan floated to keep up, evaded the little monk's counterattack, and infused the little monk with rhyme, disintegrating and invisible the martial arts he was about to release.
The phantom of the vajra in the sky faded away.
At this time, the eighteen Buddhist masters were all dumbfounded.
After the entire game, no one can successfully release the martial arts!
What the **** is this fight?
"Brother, you..." The senior looked at Xiang Nan blankly: "This...this is..."
Xiang Nan smiled slightly, and sat cross-legged, and said, "Do you want to learn, brothers? Listen to my detailed analysis."
All of a sudden, all the monks in the courtyard gathered around and sat with their legs crossed.
Xiang Nandao: "My fighting style is called Yun, and Yun is..."
Xiang Nan said slowly, slowly, and even taught the principles of rhyme and his own experience, without any private possession.
But the monks nodded frequently, but couldn't understand.
There are many things, and everyone can understand the truth, but if you want to do it yourself, it will be even more difficult.
It's like a famous calligraphy and painting. Someone tells you where this painting is brilliant, how it was handled, how to write, and how to use it. You can understand and understand its spirit.
But it’s another matter to let you paint this one yourself.
Somewhere in Jianglong Temple, Elder Tengyuan was meditating in seclusion, he seemed to have noticed what was happening outside, and he smiled slightly.
"This Xiang Nan is really a rare son for thousands of years. There are a lot of good fortunes like him; there are a lot of dispositions like him; there are even more powerful like him."
"But the three gathered on one person, but this one person."
A lot of people have adventures, some even better than Xiang Nan.
A lot of people have kindness, even more kind than Xiang Nan.
Strength, not to mention, the Divine Martial Realm and Martial Saint Realm in the world are countless, and you can find a few in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.
But these three are all gathered together. Those who have great adventures, kindness, and strength are commendable.
The Tanglin army has withdrawn its troops and no longer besieged Jianglong Temple. They have experienced the authenticity of the Wuxiangzhizhi, but they have also discovered another huge problem, that no one can learn.
There are a few masters in the military who have practiced, but without exception, they have all become crazy.
Xiang Nan put his hands together, stood outside Jianglong Temple, bowed deeply at the gate of the temple, and said sincerely: "Junior Xiang Nan, say goodbye to Jianglong Temple today."
"Wang Master Tengyuan is in good health, and hope that all the brothers will make a great progress, Xiao Xiang Nan, don't go there."
After that, he turned into a strong light and rose into the sky.
The trip to the Eastern Territory gave Xiang Nan two good luck games. One was the world-killing golden thunder, the eight-eyed serpent who sealed the third place in the ranking.
The other is that I have learned the Dongshi, and because of the Dongshi, I suddenly realized another meaning of rhyme.
The tricks Senior Bai Wuya gave to Xiang Nan seemed simple, but the deeper you dig, the more unfathomable you feel.
Position and rhyme are not clear martial arts and martial arts, but just a basic concept of combat skills, but the more basic things, the more difficult it is to improve.
Xiang Nan came to the official teleportation formation of the Eastern Region, and with this, returned to Middle-earth.
During this process, he took a piece of black cloth and wrote a set of runes to seal the **** thunder on the inside of the black cloth, and then covered the black cloth over his eyes and tied it around the back of his head.
Since then, Xiang Nan has blindfolded his eyes and stopped seeing things with his eyes before he could not completely surrender the eight-eyed serpent.
He didn't use his eyes, but he saw more clearly than usual.
When he returned to the Star City, the people at Tianzifeng and Midnight Peak were all boiling.
Long Xingyun and the others surrounded Xiang Nan and went to the Midnight Peak to hand in the task together.
And this time, Ning Zhishui is still there.
It's just that in the entire hall of Midnight Peak, there was no sound. Everyone looked at Xiang Nan with solemn expressions.
Na Ning Zhishui nodded with satisfaction: "The guild already knows about the Dongling Continent. The difficulty of this event far exceeds the task itself."
"Unexpectedly, you still did an excellent job. It really gave us a beautiful result."
"Xiang Bei, you have proved Tianzifeng with your own strength. From now on, the mission of Ziyefeng will be shared with Tianzifeng!"
The voice fell, all the martial artists of Tianzifeng cheered, raising their weapons one by one!
The warriors at Midnight Peak are all dingy.
They all thought that the goal of this mission was just a few Tianxuanzong martial artists who were engaged in small actions on Skyfire Island.
Who would have thought that in the end an eight-eyed serpent evolved! Even Xuan Qingzhu was dispatched personally.
This was an extremely difficult task that couldn't be completed at all, but Xiang Nan actually completed it. It was incredible.
"By the way, your eyes..." Ning Zhishui looked at the black cloth wrapped around Xiang Nan's face.
"I'm blind." Xiang Nandao, his tone was not half sad.
At this moment, everyone was silent.
Na Long Xingyun walked over and hugged Xiangnan's shoulders heavily, and said: "Tough guy!" gfbmmjD6vtLSaDjNAMr7x+cAJfrxmldLwH/ZzyO8z5GisJlPbdeDIGJfyq6N6ALntJFyqr4N6N6ALntJfyqr.
You are also blind. As long as his eyes are opened, the eight-eyed serpent will pass through his eyes and continue to do harm to the world.