Section 232

Xuan Jing beside him sighed and said, "Brother, what should we do now? Jiumozhi is easy to deal with, but there are so many geniuses coming. If Shaolin loses, it will be embarrassing. Even Xiao Jian is heading towards Shaolin. What if..."

Xuan Kong twitched his lips. He was most afraid of Xiao Jian!

Among the younger generation, Qiao Feng is only a Grandmaster now, but with that group of young people, he has the confidence to stop them all, but what about Xiao Jian? Who will stop him?

He went to Xuan Ci to prevent this, but he never thought that Xuan Ci would drive him out before he even finished listening to his words.

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. If Xiao Jian really shows up, the abbot will naturally take action."

Xuan Kong tried to pretend to be calm, but his frown could not deceive people. All the disciples of Shaolin were uneasy, and the atmosphere of the whole Shaolin became heavy.

Shaolin Temple could find out the whereabouts of Xiao Jian, and the other major forces would naturally know it.

Jinyiwei, Sun Moon Sect and Tianxiahui also received the news. However, the current leader of Sun Moon Sect, the great elder Shen Zhulou, did not dare to be an enemy of Xiao Jian anymore and simply pretended not to hear it.

Duan Lang of Tianxiahui wanted Xiongba to take action, but Xiongba had been busy in seclusion and disappeared, so he could do nothing.

On the contrary, when Ji Gang heard the news, his eyes were inexplicable, and he did not say how to deal with it, and fell into deep thought.

The spies of Hulong Villa were all over the world. Zhu Wusi sat high in the hall, looking at the secret letter in his hand, with a strange look in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.

Xiao Jian did nothing, and the warriors of major forces in the world were moved by him. More and more people went to Shaolin to see what was going on. This time, not only the young generation of warriors, but also the old generation of warriors were alarmed.

The battle of Tianshan was spread all over the world. People who had not seen that battle wanted to see Xiao Jian's strength, and those who had seen that battle wanted to see it again.

No one can say for sure whether Xiao Jian will take action, after all, the grudge between Shaolin Temple and him is known to the world.

As time goes by, many warriors have gathered in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple. It is so huge that it seems that there are no less than thousands of people.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise broke out in the crowd.

"South Murong is here. Is he also ready to learn the Shaolin skills?"

"Oh my god, look at his internal force fluctuations. Has he broken through again?"

"South Murong and North Qiao Feng, Master Murong is here. Where is Qiao Feng?"

Recently, because of Xiao Jian, Murong Fu was stimulated again. His cultivation level has risen again and again. He is already a martial artist of the fourth level of the Grandmaster. It is precisely because of his rapid promotion that his cultivation level is not very stable, and his body exudes a faint internal force fluctuation.

"Qiao Feng is here too, look over there!"

Someone shouted, attracting everyone's attention.

Murong Fu also turned his head to look, and saw Qiao Feng walking like a dragon and a tiger. Wherever he passed, everyone retreated.

"Is this feeling, the peak of the Grandmaster?!"

Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat. With his cultivation, he could only vaguely feel a little bit of Qiao Feng's realm. He could even feel a bit of strong pressure from Qiao Feng.

This was enough to prove that Qiao Feng was much stronger than him!

Murong Fu's heart was twisted. At this time, the names of South Murong and North Qiao Feng were like a knife stabbing his heart.

A Tibetan monk in monk's robes slowly walked over. The strange monk's robes and steady steps attracted everyone's attention.

Jiu Mozhi put his hands together and saluted to the people around him. Then he stood in front of the Shaolin Temple with a calm look and said, "Jiu Mozhi, the Tibetan national master, came to learn the Shaolin unique skills. Please see me, Shaolin monk!"

Under the powerful internal force, the rolling sound waves spread in all directions. People with low cultivation had covered their ears, but they still couldn't stop the sound waves from entering their ears. They showed painful expressions, and many people showed shock.

Jiumozhi's inner strength is so strong that it is definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary Grandmaster.

Could it be that he has already entered the Grandmaster realm?

Qiao Feng looked solemn and shook his head for a long time. The inner strength of the Grandmaster realm is not so strong, but the Grandmaster is not comparable to Jiumozhi.

The only possibility is that Jiumozhi is stuck at this step and is only one step away from the Grandmaster!

This is also very terrifying.

Qiao Feng has only stopped here after so many years of practice. Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi has also reached this step, which makes him feel anxious.

Qiao Feng doesn't know that Jiumozhi has this strength thanks to Xiao Jian's guidance.

Since the last time he parted with Jiumozhi, Xiao Jian has instructed Jiumozhi to go to the Sutra Pavilion to steal scriptures.

Jiumozhi has learned all the 72 Shaolin skills, although Jiumozhi took a shortcut and used Xiao Wuxiang to assist in practice.

But it is undeniable that during this period, Jiumozhi's strength has skyrocketed, and his martial arts have improved with each passing day. Unfortunately, he has gone astray!

He has not practiced the 72 Shaolin skills well enough, and his internal strength has not been able to break through, which has led to many problems in his body at this time.

Xuankong in Shaolin Temple naturally heard Jiumozhi's voice, led the disciples out, and saw Jiumozhi in front of him at the first time.

Xuankong clasped his hands together and bowed, and his head involuntarily glanced around.

Well, Xiao Jian didn't come, which made Xuankong feel relieved!

As long as Xiao Jian didn't come to make trouble, he would still be worthy of these young people.

"The national teacher has come from afar, and Shaolin is sorry for not welcoming you!"

After the two of them exchanged some polite words, Jiumozhi went straight to the point.

"It is said that the martial arts in the world come from Shaolin. I have long heard of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. Please teach me, Master!"

Kong Xuan bowed to Jiumozhi, turned his head and gestured, and a Shaolin disciple walked out from behind him, who was a master at the peak of his cultivation.

"Shaolin Xuanling, please teach me, Master!"

The Xuan generation is the backbone of Shaolin now. In addition to the great masters such as Xuanci, there are still many disciples. Although they are not as powerful as them, they should not be underestimated.

Xuan Ling stood still, and the two were only a few feet apart. The momentum on his body rolled up the dust around, and the people around him began to retreat.

Xuan Ling looked solemn. He did not dare to neglect Jiumozhi. He directly used his good show Prajna Palm, and the whole person was shrouded in a faint golden light.

Jiumozhi smiled and also put his palms together, emitting a faint Buddha light.

"What is this? Prajna Palm?!"

Xuan Kong was stunned. He could tell at a glance that Jiumozhi was using Shaolin's martial arts. But how could he know Shaolin Temple's Prajna Palm?

Chapter 183 Jiumozhi breaks through the Grandmaster level, and the Tianjiao challenge Shaolin Temple

The people around were also stunned, staring at this scene.

With the same martial arts, who will be better in the clash between the Tubo National Master and the Shaolin Temple?

In the distance, Xiao Jian, who was hiding in the woods, raised his mouth slightly and murmured, "Shaolin's unique skill Prajna Palm, it seems that Jiumozhi really succeeded, but I don't know how many of the 72 Shaolin unique skills he stole?"

Huang Rong on the side widened her eyes, "You mean, you instigated Jiumozhi to steal other people's martial arts?"

Martial arts are the foundation of a sect. It doesn't matter if someone dies. If the martial arts are passed down, there will be a chance to rise again. But if the martial arts are passed down, it will be an irreparable loss.

If the people of Shaolin Temple knew that Xiao Jian actually instigated Jiumozhi to steal their martial arts, they would have to fight Xiao Jian to the death!

Xiao Jian shrugged and said lightly: "It's not the first time that Shaolin Temple's martial arts have been leaked. What's the big deal? What's more, the grudge between Shaolin and me will never be resolved in this life. What's the point of stealing some of their martial arts?"

He killed several Shaolin leaders. Once there is a chance, Xuanci will definitely kill them. Instead of waiting for Shaolin Temple to take action, it is better to take the initiative and cause them some trouble.

Huang Rong was stunned. How can it be the same?

Most of the martial arts leaked by Shaolin are just fragments. Whether they can exert the true power of martial arts is another matter. Judging from the way Jiumozhi took action, it is clearly the purest Shaolin skills. The two cannot be confused at all.

This is indeed the case.

The faint golden light emanating from Jiumozhi surprised everyone in the opposite Shaolin Temple.

"Is this the Prajna Palm? How can Jiumozhi practice the Prajna Palm?!"

Xuan Ling's heart trembled, and he suppressed his doubts and blasted towards Jiumozhi with both palms.

He was covered with Buddha's light, but he showed no mercy when he attacked. The powerful palm force made the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth surge instantly.

Jiumozhi smiled faintly, and blasted out with both palms. The palm prints of the two collided with each other, and smoke and dust suddenly rose in front of the mountain gate.

"Boom!"

The strong internal force fluctuations made the people around retreat again and again. When the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone found that Jiumozhi and Xuan Ling stood straight in the same place with their four palms facing each other.

"Jiumozhi, how can you practice the Prajna Palm?"

Xuan Ling's face was very ugly. If he was not sure just now, after this palm, he was very sure that Jiumozhi practiced the pure Prajna Palm, not the incomplete version circulated in the world.

Jiumozhi put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, "Shaolins all over the world are one family. If you can do it, I can do it too."

This almost made the surrounding Shaolin disciples vomit blood. What is Shaolin all over the world being one family? !

It's okay to deceive outsiders, but is it interesting to deceive your own people?

The Ming Shaolin and the Tibetan Shaolin have always been said to be of the same lineage, but apart from the fact that they are both monks, there is no connection between the two at all.

Even the Shaolin Temples in other countries are nominally of the same lineage, and they know the differences better than anyone else in private.

"I don't believe it, you really practiced the Prajna Palm!"

Xuan Ling glared at him, and the golden light behind him became more and more intense.

As a disciple of the Xuan generation, although he is not as powerful as the chief monks of Xuanci, his cultivation is also extraordinary, and there are few rivals in the Grandmaster realm.

Among all his fellow disciples, he had the most Shaolin skills. He had practiced more than half of the seventy-two Shaolin skills, but it was just like the saying, "extensive but not pure, miscellaneous but not refined."

Among these dozens of Shaolin skills, except for one that he had practiced to great success, the rest were only at the minor success level.

Martial arts gave him an attack power beyond that of ordinary warriors, but also limited his growth, making him unable to take that step and even unable to touch the threshold of the Grandmaster level.

The powerful internal force in Xuan Ling's body flowed, even causing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to form a small tornado, carrying a compelling momentum and rushing towards Jiumozhi.