Before the palm strength of the other party reached his body, Zuo Lengchan already felt the chills piercing his bones, and he was shocked: I cultivate the true qi of ice, how could other people's internal energy actually make me feel cold
He hastily raised his palm across his chest, but it was a pity that the incident happened so hastily, he could at most use 50% to 60% of his energy. When the two palms intersected, Zuo Lengchan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was so shocked that he flew back. When he stood still, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood fell on the grass. Crushed ice, braving the slightest chill.
You Tanzhi let out an angry roar, like a maggot on a tarsus bone, he stalked towards him like a shadow, Zuo Lengchan's face turned pale immediately, he thought to himself: Forget it, I didn't expect that I, Zuo Lengchan, would die at the hands of an unknown pawn.
Who knew that Master Fang Zheng suddenly stood in front of him, in the blink of an eye, he exchanged several palms with You Tanzhi, and the last palm knocked him back.
You Tanzhi backed up more than ten steps before he stabilized his figure, although Fang Zheng took advantage of the sudden appearance, those few times of facing each other were real, it was not a coincidence at all, he was concerned about the opponent's internal strength, You Tanzhi was also Don't dare to rush over easily.
"Amitabha!" Master Fang Zheng called out the Buddha's name.
Song Qingshu sneered suddenly: "What a master Fangzheng, just now they took advantage of the danger and besieged me alone, why didn't they see you come to the rescue? Now when something happened to Zuo Lengchan, you just ran out, what a good one Together."
"My respected martial arts are far superior to the old monk's, so how can I use the old monk's help." Fang Zheng replied, "The leader of the left alliance is a well-known white Taoist leader in the martial arts. Naturally, the old monk can't stand idly by, let alone this benefactor. The internal energy seems to come from the same source as the "Yi Jin Jing" in this temple, and I also want to find out."
After finishing speaking, he bowed to You Tanzhi: "Also ask the benefactor to return the "Yi Jin Jing" of this temple."
"What "Yi Jin Jing"? I haven't heard of it." You TanZhi replied in a low voice, looking very impatient. In fact, he wasn't lying, because he didn't know that he was practicing "Yi Jin Jing".
Azi couldn't help but snorted coquettishly: "You big monk is so shameless. There are not a few people present who fought against my little junior brother, and they can all feel his true energy and coldness. Could it be that you are from Shaolin Temple's "Yi Yi?" Is the Tendon Sutra also a kind of evil and vicious kung fu?"
"Amitabha!" Fang Zheng, who is highly respected in the martial arts, was ridiculed by a little girl, but he didn't get angry, instead he looked at You Tanzhi, "Has Master You ever been bitten by a thousand-year-old ice silkworm or other highly poisonous thing? "
You Tan subconsciously nodded his head, seeing AhZi on the side getting sulky.
"That's right," Fang Zheng sighed, "It must have been a coincidence that the donor practiced the "Yi Jin Jing" of our temple, and was able to save his life from the cold poison, and the Yi Jin Qi in your body and the cold The poison is intertwined, and it has evolved into the current overbearing true energy that is extremely yin and cold."
Seeing Fang Zheng's benevolent eyebrows and benevolent eyes, he reconstructed the original situation to the point of eight or nine just based on guesswork, You Tanzhi couldn't help admiring him, and suddenly thought of the book he got by chance: "Hey, did the master say this? This book?" After finishing speaking, he took out a booklet with a simple appearance. On the cover, there are three crooked characters. If someone who understands Sanskrit reads it, they will definitely recognize it as the "Yi Jin Jing" written in Sanskrit. Character.
Thinking of the legendary Shaolin Temple's supreme unique skill, the "Yi Jin Jing", which is more profound than the seventy-two unique skills, is right in front of you, everyone in the field breathed a little faster.
As an eminent monk in Shaolin, Fang Zheng naturally knew Sanskrit, and he was excited when he saw it: "It's this book!" Compared with martial arts secret books, this booklet is more symbolic. After all, even the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple rarely understand this book. The eminent monks who practice "Yi Jin Jing" in the temple practice the Chinese translation.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng couldn't help being curious, how did this dull-looking young man learn magic skills from this book
You Tanzhi nodded: "I have always wanted to return this book to its original owner, but it's just that I don't know who the original owner is. Since it belongs to Shaolin, it should be returned to Shaolin."
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. Today, a large group of people fought to the death and suffered heavy losses. If Fang Zheng was allowed to retrieve the "Yi Jin Jing", wouldn't Shaolin Temple become the biggest winner
What's more, he was unknowingly overshadowed by Fang Zheng today. If he really sits back and watches him get the magic power, how can his thoughts be clear
AhZi grew up in the XingXiu sect, and she has already practiced the magical skill of observing words and emotions. Before Song Qingshu could speak, she guessed his intentions, and intended to give the "Yi Jin Jing" to the master to please him, her eyes rolled , so he opened his mouth and shouted: "Little brother, don't be fooled by others."
Hearing her words, You Tan subconsciously withdrew his outstretched hand. Song Qingshu couldn't help but glanced at Azi with admiration, thinking that her ability to guess the master's mind was probably no less than that of Wei Xiaobao.
Seeing You Tanzhi put the book back, Fang Zheng suddenly looked unhappy: "Little girl, everyone knows that "Yi Jin Jing" is Shaolin's stuff, how can you lie to me?"
AhZi snorted: "Although the "Yi Jin Jing" belongs to the Shaolin Temple, who can prove that this book is the "Yi Jin Jing"? Maybe it's the Great Monk. You saw that my junior brother's inner strength is amazing, and deliberately set up a trick to deceive him. Woolen cloth?"
"The words 'Yi Jin Jing' are clearly written on the cover, how can I prove it?" Fang Zheng became anxious.
"Hmph, although this girl is from the Western Regions, she can also read the characters of the Central Plains. May I ask if the three characters of Yi Jin Jing are written like this?" Ah Zi smiled disdainfully.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately he 'incorporated' her with the soul-shifting method, otherwise it would be a bit difficult to deal with such a weird enemy.
Fang Zheng said angrily: "These three characters are written in Sanskrit, so naturally they are not in the shape of Chinese characters."
"Hey, besides the great monk, who else here knows Sanskrit? Is it the Yi Jin Jing or is it up to you?" A Zijiao snorted.
The people around knew that Ah Zi was messing around, but many of them nodded secretly. What she said was indeed somewhat reasonable. Everyone didn't understand Sanskrit, so it was not certain whether this book was the Yi Jin Jing or not.
Before Fang Zheng had time to explain, Ah Zi said again: "Unfortunately, this girl is from the Western Regions, and I happen to know Sanskrit, so what are these three words 'Yi Jin Jing', it clearly says 'Shen Foot Jing' ! Junior brother, don’t give the scriptures to senior sister yet.”
The two confronted each other before, You Tanzhi was confused, but he still believed in his goddess in his heart, when he heard Ah Zi's urging, he subconsciously planned to hand over the secret booklet in his hand to her.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting from the woods not far away, shaking the blood of many people in the field, and soon a tall and burly monk strode out, and there was an ugly one beside him, who looked a little stupid little monk.
Seeing the two people, the people around immediately exploded:
"It turned out to be Master Xuan Cheng who is known as the number one person in Shaolin for two hundred years!"
"The little monk beside him seems to be Master Xu Zhu who shined brilliantly at the Golden Snake Conference."
"That's right, one palm shook Nan Murong to the ground, and the battle with the Sword Immortal was even more earth-shattering."
"It seems that the man is dead today."
"That's right, you dare to snatch the Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin Temple."
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"Since you claim to understand Sanskrit, why don't you try translating this sentence into Sanskrit?" Xuan Cheng strode forward, sneering at Ah Zi, "'If you are restless all night long, and your thoughts are flying, how can you be intimidated', this sentence How would you say that in Sanskrit?"—
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