Martial Immortal Inheritance System

　　Although Zhang Yunhao is not very good at teasing girls, he has the yin and yang magic trick, and he is very good and has extraordinary temperament. It is still easy to make Ren Peipei more and more fond of him.

　　 Ren Tian in front of him turned around to see this scene, his brows suddenly frowned-the daughter who had worked so hard to raise was about to be abducted by other men, and of course the father was not happy.

　　 At this time, an old dart head next to him whispered: "General dart head, now this kind of current affairs, if the dart board wants to continue to open, there must be a person with high martial arts to sit in the town."

　　 "This Tian Shaoxia martial arts is indeed high and strong, at least a first-class master."

　　 Ren Tian was a little moved when he heard the words, but he still hesitated: "But I have never heard of him before, I don't know what it is."

　　 If the old dart head pointedly said: "Let the young lady ask more questions and you will know, as long as you are innocent, why care too much? If you are alone, it might be better."

　　 Ren Tian's eyes lit up. He had no children under his knees, and only had a daughter like Ren Peipei. If Tian Ming was innocent and had no worries, he was indeed a good candidate.

　　 Zhang Yunhao didn’t know that he was about to inherit a dart board. His only idea now was to hook up Ren Peipei. What a fun—the result of the evil being amplified!

　　 There was nothing to say all the way, and with the master Zhang Yunhao, Fuyuan Escort came to the mountaineering city near Jingchan Temple smoothly.

　　 Entering the city, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This is the site of Jingchan Temple, no one dared to make trouble, and because of the destruction of the Demon Gate, it was as lively as Seven Sword City.

　　 "Tian Shaoxia, we are going to hand darts. If you are free, you might as well come to our dart board."

　　 Ren Tian sent out an invitation, and Ren Peipei looked at Zhang Yunhao very expectantly, but Zhang Yunhao shook his head, clasped his fist and said, "Too, I still have something to do. When I'm done, I will definitely visit you."

　　 Ren Tian said disappointedly: "Then we won't delay Tian Shaoxia."

　　 "Tian Shaoxia, remember to come to me."

　　 After everyone left, Ren Peipei spoke boldly, and then blushed and left.

　　 "The children of the rivers and lakes are passion."

　　 Zhang Yunhao smiled slightly, and then turned around to get information from the stronghold of Yin Yang Demon Cult in Mountaineering City. This time, he was going to steal thirty-six stunts!

　　 That night, the moon was black and the wind was high!

　　 Zhang Yunhao, who put on a night clothes, sneaked into the Jingchan Temple silently, and sneaked in the direction of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion on the map.

　　 "I wonder if there is a sweeping monk in this temple?"

　　 Zhang Yunhao was a little expectant, but the sweeping monk didn't see it, but saw many monks defending the Buddhist scripture pavilion, and even there were monks standing guard inside, which was much stricter than he thought.

　　 Thinking about it carefully, this is normal. Jingchan Temple is so famous for its 36 stunts. It is not strictly guarded, and it has long been learned. It is like a temple where people read books every day for decades.

　　 Of course, this is not a problem for Zhang Yunhao. After he found out the rules, he sneaked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, then popped a finger out of the air, and hit a monk's acupuncture path, making him unable to move or even to speak.

　　 This trick is to tap a hole in the air!

The principle of 　　 is very simple. It's nothing more than acupuncture kung fu plus a hundred steps of magic fists. However, the force must be perfectly controlled, otherwise it will not succeed.

　　 Then, Zhang Yunhao used his fingers to click all the acupoints of the monks. Because the monks did not move, the process went smoothly.

After doing this, Zhang Yunhao swaggered to pick up various scriptures and martial arts secrets in the horrified and angry gazes of these monks, but he carefully counted them and found that there were only thirty-two doors, and the last four, which is the so-called The four great powers are not here.

　　 "These monks don't necessarily know where these four great powers are. If they really want to, they might have to go to the abbot, but it's hard not to disturb others."

　　 Zhang Yunhao hesitated a little, not because he was afraid of being besieged. In fact, if he wanted to, he could slaughter this Jingchan Temple, but it was too much trouble, not good.

　　 "If the Jingchan Temple is slaughtered, I am afraid that other sects will unite. Moreover, in my next plan, these monks are still useful. I will wait for the so-called four magical powers in the future."

　　 Zhang Yunhao thought for a while, but gave up making trouble, waited for him to become the throne, what martial arts can't get?

　　 Then, Zhang Yunhao stopped staying any more. He and the monks who breathed fire shook their hands, took the 32 stunts packed, and left the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion along the same path and headed outside the temple.

"Ok?"

　　 On the way, Zhang Yunhao was a little surprised to find that someone was staring at him. He was surprised that the other party could spot him, and even more surprised that the other party didn't call him.

"interesting."

　　 Zhang Yunhao smiled and continued to leave Jingchan Temple, then stopped in a remote place, turned to the back and said, "Don't you come out?"

　　 An old monk wearing a gray monk robe walked over from the night and saluted with one hand: "Amitabha, the old monk has seen the donor."

　　 "You are not the abbot of Jingchan Temple, but your martial arts are not worse than him."

　　 Zhang Yunhao asked: "Why don't you make a sound when you are in the temple?"

　　 The old monk replied: "Because I sensed that once I speak out, everyone in the temple will be killed by you. They are not your opponents."

　　 Zhang Yunhao was surprised: "Can you still have this kind of induction?"

　　 "This is a small destiny among the four great magic arts of Jingchan Temple, and the old monk only gained a little."

　　 The old monk said: "With the martial arts of the benefactor, I am afraid that even the nine masters are not in the eyes, so why do you do this kind of rat stealing?"

　　 "Little fate?"

　　 Zhang Yunhao narrowed his eyes: "Old monk, I didn't have much interest in your four magical arts at first, but your success now makes me interested."

　　 After a pause, Zhang Yunhao said again: "What does it have to do with martial arts high or low in character? Is it possible that you still want me to return these scriptures?"

　　 The old monk nodded and said: "That's right, the donor, can you dare to take me a trick? As long as you can take it, I will give you the four magical powers, but if you can't take it, please return the scriptures."

　　 "Interesting, you old monk is really cunning, first throw out your little fate to lure me, and then make this bet."

　　 Zhang Yunhao laughed, and he said, "But don't you think I have a better way? For example, kill you directly, then enter the monastery and forcibly **** the four magic arts!"

　　 The old monk shook his head and said, "I'm afraid this won't work. Before I came, the old monk had the abbot hidden with the four great powers. No one knew where except me."

　　 "Interesting, really interesting."

Hearing the old monk’s answer, Zhang Yunhao laughed again. He had absolute confidence in himself, so he put down the scriptures and said: "Old monk, I will play with you, but if you dare to break your promise, I will definitely Let Jingchan Temple not stay!"