Chapter 662 Tianlong Four Unique VS Shaolin Two Hundred Years First Person

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Everyone saw that Jiu Mozhi was only about forty years old. Even if he could become a stunt every year, it would take seventy-two years of work after he was born. Each of these seventy-two stunts was extremely difficult and complicated. Could it be that he can practice several kinds in one year?

Only Song Qingshu understands the key points, and Jiu Mozhi is just a move that uses Xiao Wuxianggong to activate seventy-two stunts. It can only have its shape, but not its spirit, but Xiaowuxianggong is powerful, and Jiu Mozhi has deep inner strength. , so the power used is no less than the genuine seventy-two stunts.

Shaolin monks didn't know why, and they all thought in their hearts: "This person speaks flamboyantly. When it comes to this, is it possible that he is crazy?"

Xuansheng sneered secretly in his heart, and his face was still respectful, and said: "The national teacher is known to be proficient in the seventy-two stunts, and the little 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, Shaolin has produced a Xuan Cheng, who is proficient in thirteen stunts. There is no one before or after. He naturally does not believe what Kumozhi said. He thinks that the other party is just boasting. Do not attack yourself.

Jiu Mozhi smiled and said, "I don't dare, please ask Master Xuansheng for advice." The figure turned slightly to the side, the left palm suddenly raised horizontally, and the right fist slammed straight out. A bronze cauldron burning incense in front of the main entrance of the Shaolin Temple received the punch. , with a boring sound, jumped up, it was a move in Donkey Kong Boxing "Luo Zhongdong Ying". It's not too difficult to punch the cauldron, but the cauldron makes a sound. This punch is clearly thrown forward, but the cauldron jumps upwards. It can be seen that the skill of the fist has won the secret of "Dajing Kongquan".

Jiu Mozhi didn't wait for the bronze cauldron to fall, and slapped a palm with his left hand backwards. The posture was exactly the move in Prajna's palm to "frighten the outsiders". The bronze cauldron turned half a circle in the air. It's just that a lot of incense ashes in the tripod spread out, and the smoke was filled, and it was impossible to see what it was. At that time, the "Luo Zhongdong Ying" was exhausted, and the bronze tripod fell rapidly. Jiu Mozhi stretched out his thumb and slammed it forward. ruler. Jiu Mozhi pressed it three times in a row, and the bronze tripod moved a foot and a half before it fell to the ground.

Xuansheng's face suddenly turned extremely pale, knowing that his three strokes seemed to be ordinary and ordinary, but the power contained in them had actually reached a state of transcendence and sanctification. That is to say, the pain of hard work when practicing these three strokes, each stroke is like entering a hell once.

The incense ashes gradually scattered, revealing an object the size of a palm on the ground. When the monks saw it, they could not help screaming. Gray green.

Jiu Mozhi flicked his robe sleeves and said with a smile, "I have to ask the abbot to give pointers on the inadequacy of this 'Kassa's Demon Fighting Technique'." After saying a word, the copper cauldron seven feet away in front of him looked like a After being alive, it suddenly turned a few times in a row. After the turn was fixed, the side that was originally inward turned outward, but saw that the shape of a palm was cut out in the middle of the body of the tripod, and the incision was also brightly yellow. Only then did the monks of lower seniority understand that when Jiu Mozhi used the trick of "frightening outsiders" in the palm of Prajna, the power of his palm was like a sharp blade, and he actually cut a piece of palm on the tripod.

Song Qingshu's heart moved when he saw it: "I almost forgot that Jiu Mozhi also has a Prajna palm. Could it be that he did something wrong with several uncles?"

He quickly rejected this speculation. After all, the relationship between the two is unusual now, and Kumozhi has no motive to do so, and his reaction to hearing about it before was not like a pretense.

However, being reminded by Jiu Mozhi like this, Song Qingshu's mind suddenly flashed: there is another person who may also be able to grasp Prajna palm, and according to his usual urine, it is really possible to do such a thing...

Xuansheng saw that his three shots were far superior to himself, and he was instantly heartbroken: "I'm afraid that what this monk said is right, my Shaolin School's seventy-two stunts are indeed passed down from Tianzhu, and he started from the same place. He has learned the secrets, so that he is much better than my Middle Earth." Immediately, he folded his body and said, "The magical skills of the national teacher have opened the eyes of the little monk, admired, admired!"

Jiu Mozhi finally used the "cassocks to ward off demons". Abbot Xuanci spent a lot of time in this martial art in his life, so that he made a mistake in Zen study. Sometimes he really regretted it. Months and months of training will go on, it's really pointless. But when I thought that my sleeves were able to stand alone in the world, I also felt relieved. At this moment, when I saw Jiu Mozhi casually flicking his sleeves, he was free and unrestrained, and he was talking and laughing. Not what I can do, I can't help but have mixed feelings.

In an instant, the entire venue was silent, and everyone was stunned by Jiu Mozhi's peerless magic.

After a long time, Xuanci let out a long sigh, and said, "Lao Na only knew today that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people above. Lao Na has been studying hard for decades, but in the eyes of the national master, it is really less than a chime. The shallow water of Shaolin Temple is difficult to raise dragons, and there is little blessing. It's not enough to keep good guests, the national teacher please do it yourself!"

Hearing the abbot's words, the monks of the Shaolin Temple bowed their heads in despair, and they all understood that the abbot was forced to say these words because he believed that the Shaolin school's martial arts skills were inferior to others. The Shaolin School has been famous all over the world for hundreds of years. As a result, not only did the Shaolin Temple fail, but also made the Middle Earth warriors lose face before the Fan people, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help frowning.

"Abbot, wait!" Xuan Cheng has been watching with a cold eye. Originally, he had been keeping his hands ready to deal with Zhang Sanfeng and did not want to come out so early, but seeing Xuanci's resignation, he could no longer sit still, and he stood out from the crowd and said to Jiu Mozhi. "The poor monk can be considered as a gifted man when he asks himself, but after decades of hard work, he has only learned a little about thirteen stunts. Your Excellency actually claims to be proficient in seventy-two stunts. The poor monk absolutely does not believe it. Your Excellency teach me."

Hearing his words, Kumozhi also looked solemn: "So Your Excellency

Master Xuan Cheng is known as the first person in Shaolin in two hundred years. He originally planned to take the opportunity to humiliate Shaolin, but Xuan Cheng suddenly stood up. Although Jiu Mozhi was arrogant, he was not stupid, and he did not dare to take it lightly in the face of this vague Shaolin No. 1 master.

Xuan Cheng snorted: "In front of Your Excellency, who is known to be proficient in seventy-two stunts, the poor monk does not dare to stand up."

"The debate of words will increase the troubles, Master please." Kumozhi used force to shock the entire Shaolin Temple and became famous all over the world. After his previous foreshadowing, now as long as Xuancheng is defeated, everything he said will no longer exist in the whole Jianghu. One would suspect that the Shaolin Temple might have shaken its foundation.

Xuan Cheng didn't make a move, but instead stood with his hands behind his back: "King Ming is a guest from afar, please come first!"

Seeing that the other party was taking care of him, Jiu Mozhi couldn't help sneering: "In that case, the little monk is welcome." As soon as the voice fell, Jiu Mozhi's body flowed, and at the same time, he used the universe in his sleeve to point to the other party.

Xuan Cheng frowned. As an eminent Shaolin monk, he naturally knew the subtleties of these two moves. He took a step to the side and evaded the two ultimate moves. Who knew that Jiu Mozhi's eyesight was even higher. , anticipating the position where he was dodging, the Donkey Kong Fist punched out early, with a bang, hitting his shoulder, causing him to stumble back two steps.

Jiu Mozhi laughed and said, "Although Your Excellency has a big name, it is still the same." It was expected that this palm cracked the stele and cracked his shoulder bone into pieces. A laid-back demeanor.

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