Everyone saw that Jiumozhi was only about forty years old, even if he could master one unique skill every year, it would take seventy-two years of hard work once he was born, and each of the seventy-two unique skills was extremely difficult and complicated. Could it be that he can practice several kinds in one year
Only Song Qingshu understands the key point. Jiumozhi is just using the small Wuxiang Gong to activate the seventy-two unique moves. He only has the shape but not the spirit. , so the power of using it is no less than the original seventy-two stunts.
The monks in Shaolin didn't understand why, they all thought in their hearts: "This person speaks so loudly, once he comes to this point, could he be crazy?"
Xuan Sheng sneered secretly in his heart, his face still remained respectful, and said: "The national teacher claims to be proficient in seventy-two unique skills, the young monk wants to ask the national teacher for some kung fu such as Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, and Great Vajra Fist. "
For thousands of years in Shaolin, there has been a Xuancheng who is proficient in thirteen unique skills. He has no one before or since. He naturally does not believe what Jiumozhi said, thinking that the other party is just bragging. Self-defeating.
Jiumozhi smiled and said: "Don't dare, I'd like to ask Master Xuansheng for advice." Standing slightly to one side, his left palm was raised flat suddenly, and his right fist came out with a whirring sound. , with a boring sound, he jumped up. It was the "Luo Zhong Dongying" move in the Great Vajra Fist. It is not too difficult to punch the tripod without touching the tripod but the tripod makes a sound. This punch is obviously thrown forward, but the tripod jumps upwards. It can be seen that the strength of the fist is ingenious, and it has won the secret of the "Great Vajra Fist".
Jiumozhi didn't wait for the bronze tripod to fall, he slapped back with his left hand, the posture was exactly the move of Prajna palm "deterring outsiders", the bronze tripod circled half a circle in the air, with a sound of clapping, something fell down, It's just that a lot of incense ash scattered in the tripod, and the smoke filled the air, so I couldn't see what it was for a while. At that time, the "Luo Zhong Dongying" move had exhausted its power, the bronze tripod fell down rapidly, Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and pressed it forward, a sharp force shot towards him, the bronze tripod suddenly moved halfway to the left ruler. Jiumozhi pressed down three times in a row, the bronze tripod moved a foot and a half before it landed on the ground.
Xuan Sheng's face suddenly turned extremely pale, he knew that his three strokes seemed ordinary, but the power accumulated in them had reached the state of transcendence and holiness, it was the authentic move of Mahazhi, called "Three Entering Hell". That is to say, it is hard to work hard when practicing these three strokes, and every stroke is like entering hell.
The incense ash gradually scattered, revealing a
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) When a palm-sized object came, all the monks couldn't help screaming when they saw it. It was a brass palm with five fingers like fingers. But grayish green.
Jiumozhi flicked the sleeve of his robe, and said with a smile: "If you don't practice well in the 'Cassock Subduing Demon Kungfu', I would like to ask the abbot brother to point me out." After saying a word, the copper tripod seven feet away from him was like As if he was alive, he suddenly turned a few times in a row. After turning to a fixed position, the side that was originally inward turned outward, but he saw a palm was gouged out in the middle of the tripod body, and the incision was also bright yellow. Only then did the monks with lower seniority understand that when Jiumozhi performed the move of "Shocking Heretics" in Prajna Palm just now, his palm strength was like the sharp edge of a precious knife, and he actually cut off a palm-like piece on the tripod.
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat when he saw it: "I almost forgot that Jiumozhi also knows Prajna Palm. Could it be that he was responsible for the accidents of the masters?"
He quickly denied this speculation, after all, the relationship between the two is extraordinary now, Jiumozhi has no motive to do this at all, and his reaction when he heard this before was not like pretending.
However, being reminded by Jiumozhi like this, Song Qingshu's mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration: there is another person who may also know Prajna Palm, and according to his usual urination, it is really possible to do such a thing...
Xuansheng saw that he was far better than himself in these three moves, and he was heartbroken for a moment: "I'm afraid what this divine monk said is true, the seventy-two unique skills of my Shaolin School are indeed passed down from Tianzhu, and he came from the same place. I have learned the secrets, so that I am much better than me in China." Immediately, he folded his hands and bowed, and said: "The national teacher's magical skills have opened the eyes of this little monk, admire, admire!"
The last "Cassock Demon Kungfu" used by Jiumozhi, Abbot Xuanci spent a lot of time on this martial art, so that he missed Zen study, and sometimes he really regretted it, thinking that for the sake of a stroke of purity, he spent his poor years. It is really meaningless to practice for many months. But when I think of my skill as a leader in the world, I also feel comforted, now seeing Jiumozhi flicking his sleeves casually, unrestrained, talking and laughing, his sleeves moved, he is not afraid of venting his anger by making a sound, even more so I can't help but have mixed feelings.
In an instant, the whole place was silent, and everyone was overwhelmed by Jiumozhi's peerless miraculous skill.
After a long time, Xuanci let out a long sigh, and said: "Today, I know that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people above me. I have studied hard for decades, but in the eyes of the national teacher, it is really not worth it. The shallow water in Shaolin Temple is difficult to raise dragons, a place of poor fortune. It's not enough to keep good guests, the national teacher please do it yourself!"
Hearing the abbot's words, Shaolin
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) All the monks in the temple were downcast, and they all understood that the abbot was forced to say these words because he believed that the martial arts skills of the Shaolin School were inferior to others. The Shaolin School has been famous all over the world for hundreds of years, and is the leader of martial arts in the Central Plains. In this way, not only Shaolin Temple suffered a crushing defeat, but also made the warriors of Zhongtu lose face before the Fanren, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but frowned.
"Wait a minute, Abbot!" Xuan Cheng kept watching with cold eyes. Originally, he had kept his hands on his hands to deal with Zhang Sanfeng, and he didn't want to come out so early, but seeing Xuanci subdued, he couldn't sit still anymore, and he came out out of the crowd, and said to Jiumozhi , "The poor monk asked himself that he was considered a natural talent, but after decades of hard work, he only knew a little bit about the thirteen unique skills. Your Excellency actually claimed to be proficient in the seventy-two unique skills. The poor monk absolutely does not believe it. Your Excellency enlighten me."
Hearing his words, Jiumozhi also looked serious: "It turns out that your Excellency is Master Xuan Cheng who is known as the number one person in Shaolin for two hundred years." He originally planned to take the opportunity to humiliate Shaolin, but he didn't expect Xuan Cheng to stand up suddenly. Although Jiumozhi is arrogant, he is not stupid, facing this faint Shaolin number one master, he does not dare to take it lightly.
Xuan Cheng snorted: "In front of Your Excellency, who claims to be proficient in seventy-two unique skills, a poor monk dare not stand in front of you."
"Words and debates will only increase your troubles, master please." Jiumozhi originally used force to shock the entire Shaolin Temple and became famous all over the world. After his previous foreshadowing, now as long as he defeats Xuancheng, no one in the world will be able to say what he said Doubt, Shaolin Temple may have shaken its foundation from then on.
Xuan Cheng didn't move, instead he stood with his hands behind his back: "Ming Wang is a guest from afar, please invite Ming Wang first!"
Jiumozhi saw the other party's support, he couldn't help sneering: "In this case, I will not be polite." As soon as the words fell, Jiumozhi's body turned around, and at the same time he used the universe in his sleeve to point at the other party.
Xuan Cheng frowned, as an eminent monk in Shaolin, he naturally understood the subtlety of these two moves, he leaned forward and took a step to the side, then dodged the two ultimate moves, who knew that Jiumozhi's eyesight was even better , anticipating the direction where he dodged, the Vajra Fist punched him early, and hit him on the shoulder with a bang, causing him to stagger back two steps.
Jiumozhi laughed, and said: "Your Excellency's name is great, but it's just like that." Guessing that this palm cracked the stele and cracked the stone, his shoulder bone was broken into pieces, he respected his status, so he took advantage of the victory to close his hand, A leisurely and contented demeanor—
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