Unexpectedly, as soon as the old man in Tsing Yi turned around, he suddenly turned over his body with Kuangjue Flying Skill, which was as fast as lightning, and his two fingers stretched out surprisingly fast. Master Fa Kong suddenly felt a numbness in the acupoint under his side, and his true strength was scattered. He was so frightened that he felt that his body had been grabbed by the old man and scurried into a dark forest. Arriving at a secluded and deserted place, the old man in Tsing Yi put down Master Fa Kong and sat down with his back against a poplar tree. At this time, Master Fa Kong could no longer be fierce. Knowing that he had the advantage of his tongue, he was suddenly humiliated. With a deep sigh, he said, "Almsgiver, I don't know why you treat the poor monk like this." The old man in Tsing Yi said with a smile, "The old man hates those who steal fame and deceive the world. How can he not get rid of the black sheep?" As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers and touched them like rain. He touched thirteen acupoints. The thirteen acupoints were all strange and unusual. Master Fakong was shocked and asked, "Almsgiver, why did you say that?"? Is it hard for the poor monk to understand? Only feel a major change in the body, Qi and blood rush, tendons and collaterals shrink sharply, can not help but pale as paper, sweat beads as big as soybeans. The old man smiled and said, "Why do you think the old man doesn't recognize you?"? You are not a Shaolin monk, but a three-eyed Lingguan Jinglin who has been hiding from the underworld drama for many years. With a slight pause in his voice,Pallet rack beams, he raised his head to the sky and said with a sigh, "Now the old man has touched your five Yin ghost acupoints and thirteen unique veins, and abolished all your martial arts, which will make you suffer all kinds of cruel pain before you die." When the three-eyed spirit officer Jing Ling heard this, he could not help but feel cold in his heart. His face changed miserably. He said in a trembling voice, "There is a grievance, and there is a debt owner. Jing is confident that he has no grievance with Daxia. Daxia has gone too far in dealing with it like this!" The voice fell, only to feel that the left leg was broken by a huge force,Cantilever Storage rack, a sharp howl of pain, the whole height jumped three feet, Peng Dong fell, cold sweat like rain. The old man in Tsing Yi hesitated for a moment. He nodded and said with a smile, "Well, the old man can't handle it too much. He has to let it go when he lets it go. Let you have a chance to repent and do good." After a pause, he added, "But you should try your best to tell the truth and not hide anything." Under the threat of the old man in Tsing Yi, Jing Ling told the truth that Ye Chaochen had never been the head of Shaolin before, and that he had imprisoned the people on the top of the dust on Junji Peak. Three-eyed Lingguan Jinglin added, "I'm afraid it's not easy for Daxia to rescue the man on the ground, because there are a lot of hidden stakes up and down Junji Peak, all of which are experts in martial arts. If you send a warning, Ye Chaochen will strike first and destroy the corpse. At that time, Daxia not only killed the head of Shaolin, pipe cantilever rack ,long span shelving, but also helped Ye Chaochen to fulfill his wish." When the old man in Tsing Yi heard this, he nodded his head in secret. Knowing that the words of Jing Ling were not bad, he could not help gathering his eyebrows and said, "Why did Ye Chaochen leave the lives of the people on the dust?" Jing Ling replied, "Ye Chaochen is afraid that the killing will be too heavy. His subordinates have the idea of hiding all the birds in the bow and cooking the dead rabbits and dogs. Now all he has recruited are corrupt people. Only Jing and a few other people have been with him for many years for his confidants. If they are separated from each other and rebel, won't all their previous efforts be wasted and go down the drain?"? So show generosity and clean up people's hearts. When the old man in Tsing Yi heard this, he couldn't help thinking about it. He stretched out his finger and pointed to the "Qimen point" of the well for five minutes. The three-eyed Lingguan Jing Ling suddenly felt the loss of pain, but he was still limp and weak. The old man in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Teacher Liang Jing can go in and out of Junji Peak at will." Three-eyed Linggong Jinglin was stunned when he heard this. He realized the meaning of the words of the old man in Tsing Yi. He said with a wry smile, "I dare not deceive you, Daxia. Although Jingmou has the right to get in and out of Junji Peak, he has no ability to save the people on the earth." The old man in Tsing Yi burst out laughing and said, "I don't have to worry about this. The old man has his own plan." As he spoke, his complexion suddenly changed slightly, and his two fingers lit on the sleeping hole of the well scale like lightning. The well scale should fall down, and the old man's ape arm grabbed it and hid the body of the well scale in a hidden place. Chapter 17 wind and rain from all directions meet in Zhongzhou. Suddenly- Five figures came like meteors, and five grey-clothed monks appeared. They looked strange and gloomy. At a glance, they were dressed up as greenwood dramatists. Their movements and expressions revealed the habits of the greenwood. When the five monks saw the old man standing in the forest, they were stunned. A short monk with a big head said, "This mountain has become a place of dispute. Almsgiver, please leave." The old man in Tsing Yi said with a smile, "Your master has a letter to summon you, so he has traveled thousands of miles to come here. Why does the master want to drive the old man away?". ” When Tou Dazeng heard this, he clasped his hands together and said, "In that case, why don't you go to our temple at Wuru Peak? What are you doing here?" The old man's face sank and he said angrily, "The old man has traveled more than nine hundred Li a day and a night. He is tired and tired. He is very tired and willing to take it. When he arrives at your temple, he can't sleep even if he wants to. The old man wants to steal half a day's leisure. The master doesn't need to be wordy. At sunset, the old man will rush to Shaolin." "Then ask the benefactor to tell me your name, and the poor monk will go back to the temple to tell the master, so as not to be impolite." The old man in Tsing Yi burst out laughing and said, "I don't think it's necessary. Your master will know when he sees the old man." When the first monk heard this, he hesitated for a moment. He shook his head and said, "The poor monk and others are responsible for patrolling the mountains. People of unknown origin should not show favoritism at all. They must be questioned in order to prevent the investigation of adultery. If they do not report what they know, they will be convicted of a felony." The old man's face changed slightly and he said in a deep voice, "Are you saying that the old man intends to cheat?" The monk replied, "I didn't say that. You should know that my master has sent out a Wulin sticker on which he has written out the way to climb the mountain. There is a guide along the way. Almsgiver, I will go my own way. Can I not be suspicious?" "In your opinion?" The tone of the old man in Tsing Yi seemed to be not good. Since the benefactor is invited, why not let the poor monk guide him? The old man shook his head and said, "No!"! Old floating clouds and wild cranes, unable to bear restraint, now change their minds, do not want to go to the appointment of your master. A fierce monk with a crab face and a protruding eye pulled his right hand to his shoulder. With a sound of a reed, he shook lightly. A long sword of Burmese steel rushed out of its scabbard and attacked with his wrist. Shujuan Qinghong flew out of the nine-point cold star and shot at the key points of the old man's chest and abdomen. The old man's expression was leisurely and carefree, and his sword was running like thunder and lightning, but he seemed to turn a blind eye to it. When the sword was about to touch his body, his chest and abdomen shrank five inches, and his right palm swung out quickly. The blue rainbow suddenly converged,warehouse rack manufacturer, and a mournful and miserable howl rose. I saw the fierce monk lying on the ground, with a two-foot-long cut from the chest to the lower abdomen. The cavity was broken and bleeding, and the internal organs overflowed. The death was so tragic that I couldn't bear to see it. I don't know why a long Burmese steel sword fell into the hands of the old man in Tsing Yi. I had seen such amazing martial arts before. The other four monks were scared out of their wits. They deeply regretted that they had spoken rashly just now. They dared to seek revenge and turned to escape. omracking.com