Chapter 662
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People see that jiumozhi is only in his forties. Even if he can become a stunt every year, it will take 72 years from birth. Each of these 72 stunts is extremely difficult and complicated. Can he practice several in one year?
Only song Qingshu can understand the key point. Jiumozhi just uses the little wuxianggong to activate the 72 unique skills. He has only the shape but not the spirit. However, the little wuxianggong has great power, and jiumozhi has deep internal power. Therefore, his power is no less than the genuine 72 unique skills.
The monks in Shaolin didn't know why, so they thought in their hearts: "this man's speech is burning. Is he crazy at this point?"
Xuansheng sneered in his heart, and his face was still respectful. He said, "the national master is known to be proficient in 72 unique skills. The little monk wants to ask the national master for some Kung Fu, such as Maha finger, Prajna palm and Vajra fist."
For thousands of years, Shaolin has produced a Xuancheng, who is proficient in thirteen unique skills. He has never been before and has never come back. Naturally, he doesn't believe what jiumozhi said. He thinks that the other side is just boasting. As long as the real competition starts, the other side's rumor will be broken.
Jiumozhi said with a smile, "I dare not. Please ask Master Xuansheng for advice." His body is slightly sideways, his left palm is suddenly raised flat, and his right fist comes out with a straight blow. A bronze tripod burning incense in front of the main gate of Shaolin Temple is hit by the strength of the fist. With a boring sound, he jumps up. It's just a move of "Luozhong Dongying" in Vajra boxing. It's not so hard for the Tongding to make a sound when the fist doesn't reach the ding. It's clear that the fist is shot forward, but the Tongding jumps up. It can be seen that the skill of the fist's strength has really won the secret of the "big diamond fist".
Without waiting for the bronze tripod to fall, Jiu Mo Zhi clapped his left hand in reverse. The gesture was just a move in Prajna's palm to "subdue the heretics". The bronze tripod turned half a circle in the air, and when he clapped, something fell down. It was just that there was a lot of incense ash in the tripod, and the smoke filled the air. For a moment, he couldn't see what it was. At that time, the remaining strength of "Luo Zhong Dong Ying" was exhausted, and the bronze tripod fell rapidly. Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and pushed forward, and a sharp finger force shot to the past. Suddenly, the bronze tripod moved half a foot to the left. After three strokes, the bronze tripod moved a foot and a half before it landed.
Xuansheng's face suddenly turned very white. He knew that his Sanna seemed ordinary, and the power contained in his Sanna had reached the state of transcendence. It was the authentic move of Maha, which was called "three into hell". That is to say, every time you practice these three strokes, you will be in hell.
The ashes gradually scattered, revealing a thing as big as a palm in the ground. When the monks looked at it, they could not help but scream. It was a brass palm with five fingers. The edge of the palm was as bright as gold, but the back of the palm was gray green.
With a flick of his robe sleeve, Jiu Mo Zhi said with a smile, "I'd like to ask elder martial brother Abbot for advice on the poor practice of the skill In a word, the bronze tripod seven feet away in front of him seemed to be alive. All of a sudden, he made several turns. After the turn, the inward side turned outward, but the shape of a palm was gouged out in the middle of the tripod, and the cut was yellow. The lower generation monks realized that when jiumozhi made Prajna's move of "subduing the heretics", his palm power was like a sharp sword, and he cut off a piece of his hand on the tripod.
Song Qingshu felt a movement in his heart: "I almost forgot that jiumozhi also knows Prajna palm. Did he do something wrong with some martial uncles?"
He quickly denied this conjecture. After all, the relationship between the two people is extraordinary now. Hatoyama has no motive to do so. Moreover, his reaction to this incident before is not like pretending.
However, being reminded by Jiu Mozhi, song Qingshu suddenly had a flash of light in his mind: there is another person who may also be Prajna palm. According to his usual urine nature, it is really possible that he can do such a thing
Xuansheng saw that his three moves were all better than his own, and his heart was dead for a moment: "I'm afraid what this holy monk said is right. The seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin sect are really handed down from Tianzhu. He learned the secrets from the original place, so that he is much better than my middle land." He immediately bowed himself and said, "the magic skill of the national master has opened my eyes. I admire it, I admire it!"
Abbot xuanci spent a lot of time in his whole life on "the skill of surmounting demons in cassock", which was finally used by Hatoyama Chi. As a result, he missed the study of Zen and sometimes regretted it. He felt that it was meaningless to practice for years in order to be pure. However, I feel relieved to think that my sleeve skill is enough to be able to walk alone in the world. At the moment, I see that Hatoyama Chi flicks his sleeve freely and freely, and talks and laughs in his mouth, and the sleeve has moved. I'm not afraid to express my true Qi. I can't help but have mixed feelings.
All of a sudden, the whole place was silent, and everyone was awed by Hatoyama's peerless skills.
After a long time, xuanci sighed and said, "I only know today that there is a heaven outside and there are people on earth. I've been studying hard for decades. In the eyes of the national master, it's really not enough. It's hard to raise a dragon in the shallow water of Shaolin Temple. It's not enough to keep a good guest in the poor place. Please help yourself, national master! "
Hearing what the abbot said, all the monks in Shaolin Temple were dejected. They all knew that the abbot was forced to say this because he thought the martial arts of Shaolin school were inferior to others. For hundreds of years, Shaolin school has been famous all over the world, holding the leading position in the martial arts of Central Plains. As a result, not only the Shaolin Temple was defeated, but also the Chinese soldiers lost face before the fanren. Zhang Sanfeng could not help but frown.
"Abbot, wait a minute!" Xuancheng has been watching coldly. Originally, he had been preparing to deal with Zhang Sanfeng. He didn't want to come out so early, but seeing xuanci's resignation, he couldn't sit still any more. He stood out from the crowd and said to Jiu Mozhi, "I'm a gifted monk. I've been practicing hard for decades, and I just know a little about 13 skills. You actually claim to be proficient in 72 skills, I don't believe it. Please give me your advice. "
Hearing his words, jiumozhi also looked solemn: "you are master Xuancheng, who has been called Shaolin for 200 years." He had planned to take the opportunity to humiliate Shaolin, but Xuancheng suddenly stood up. Although Hatoyama is arrogant, he is not stupid. Facing the first master of Shaolin, he dare not take it lightly.
Xuancheng snorted: "in front of the pavilion, which claims to be proficient in 72 unique skills, I am not worthy of it."
"Eloquence increases trouble, master." Jiumozhi is famous in the world for frightening the whole Shaolin Temple with force. After his previous foreshadowing, now as long as he defeats Xuancheng, no one in the whole world will doubt what he said. I'm afraid Shaolin Temple will shake its foundation from now on.
Xuancheng didn't do it. Instead, he stood up and said, "the king of Ming is a guest from afar. Please come first!"
When Hatoyama saw that the other party was pushing him, he could not help sneering: "in this case, I'm not polite." At the end of the speech, jiumozhi's body moves around. At the same time, he uses his sleeve to guide the other side.
Xuancheng frowned. As a Shaolin monk, he naturally knew the subtlety of these two moves. He took a step sideways and dodged the two killing moves. Who knows that jiumozhi's eyesight was even higher. He had expected the position where he dodged earlier. With a bang, he hit him on the shoulder and staggered back two steps.
Hatoyama chuckled and said, "your name is big, but it's nothing more than that." It was expected that the stone had broken his shoulder bone to pieces. He respected his identity, so he took advantage of the victory and gave up, with a carefree look.
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People see that jiumozhi is only in his forties. Even if he can become a stunt every year, it will take 72 years from birth. Each of these 72 stunts is extremely difficult and complicated. Can he practice several in one year?
Only song Qingshu can understand the key point. Jiumozhi just uses the little wuxianggong to activate the 72 unique skills. He has only the shape but not the spirit. However, the little wuxianggong has great power, and jiumozhi has deep internal power. Therefore, his power is no less than the genuine 72 unique skills.
The monks in Shaolin didn't know why, so they thought in their hearts: "this man's speech is burning. Is he crazy at this point?"
Xuansheng sneered in his heart, and his face was still respectful. He said, "the national master is known to be proficient in 72 unique skills. The little monk wants to ask the national master for some Kung Fu, such as Maha finger, Prajna palm and Vajra fist."
For thousands of years, Shaolin has produced a Xuancheng, who is proficient in thirteen unique skills. He has never been before and has never come back. Naturally, he doesn't believe what jiumozhi said. He thinks that the other side is just boasting. As long as the real competition starts, the other side's rumor will be broken.
Jiumozhi said with a smile, "I dare not. Please ask Master Xuansheng for advice." His body is slightly sideways, his left palm is suddenly raised flat, and his right fist comes out with a straight blow. A bronze tripod burning incense in front of the main gate of Shaolin Temple is hit by the strength of the fist. With a boring sound, he jumps up. It's just a move of "Luozhong Dongying" in Vajra boxing. It's not so hard for the Tongding to make a sound when the fist doesn't reach the ding. It's clear that the fist is shot forward, but the Tongding jumps up. It can be seen that the skill of the fist's strength has really won the secret of the "big diamond fist".
Without waiting for the bronze tripod to fall, Jiu Mo Zhi clapped his left hand in reverse. The gesture was just a move in Prajna's palm to "subdue the heretics". The bronze tripod turned half a circle in the air, and when he clapped, something fell down. It was just that there was a lot of incense ash in the tripod, and the smoke filled the air. For a moment, he couldn't see what it was. At that time, the remaining strength of "Luo Zhong Dong Ying" was exhausted, and the bronze tripod fell rapidly. Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and pushed forward, and a sharp finger force shot to the past. Suddenly, the bronze tripod moved half a foot to the left. After three strokes, the bronze tripod moved a foot and a half before it landed.
Xuansheng's face suddenly turned very white. He knew that his Sanna seemed ordinary, and the power contained in his Sanna had reached the state of transcendence. It was the authentic move of Maha, which was called "three into hell". That is to say, every time you practice these three strokes, you will be in hell.
The ashes gradually scattered, revealing a thing as big as a palm in the ground. When the monks looked at it, they could not help but scream. It was a brass palm with five fingers. The edge of the palm was as bright as gold, but the back of the palm was gray green.
With a flick of his robe sleeve, Jiu Mo Zhi said with a smile, "I'd like to ask elder martial brother Abbot for advice on the poor practice of the skill In a word, the bronze tripod seven feet away in front of him seemed to be alive. All of a sudden, he made several turns. After the turn, the inward side turned outward, but the shape of a palm was gouged out in the middle of the tripod, and the cut was yellow. The lower generation monks realized that when jiumozhi made Prajna's move of "subduing the heretics", his palm power was like a sharp sword, and he cut off a piece of his hand on the tripod.
Song Qingshu felt a movement in his heart: "I almost forgot that jiumozhi also knows Prajna palm. Did he do something wrong with some martial uncles?"
He quickly denied this conjecture. After all, the relationship between the two people is extraordinary now. Hatoyama has no motive to do so. Moreover, his reaction to this incident before is not like pretending.
However, being reminded by Jiu Mozhi, song Qingshu suddenly had a flash of light in his mind: there is another person who may also be Prajna palm. According to his usual urine nature, it is really possible that he can do such a thing
Xuansheng saw that his three moves were all better than his own, and his heart was dead for a moment: "I'm afraid what this holy monk said is right. The seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin sect are really handed down from Tianzhu. He learned the secrets from the original place, so that he is much better than my middle land." He immediately bowed himself and said, "the magic skill of the national master has opened my eyes. I admire it, I admire it!"
Abbot xuanci spent a lot of time in his whole life on "the skill of surmounting demons in cassock", which was finally used by Hatoyama Chi. As a result, he missed the study of Zen and sometimes regretted it. He felt that it was meaningless to practice for years in order to be pure. However, I feel relieved to think that my sleeve skill is enough to be able to walk alone in the world. At the moment, I see that Hatoyama Chi flicks his sleeve freely and freely, and talks and laughs in his mouth, and the sleeve has moved. I'm not afraid to express my true Qi. I can't help but have mixed feelings.
All of a sudden, the whole place was silent, and everyone was awed by Hatoyama's peerless skills.
After a long time, xuanci sighed and said, "I only know today that there is a heaven outside and there are people on earth. I've been studying hard for decades. In the eyes of the national master, it's really not enough. It's hard to raise a dragon in the shallow water of Shaolin Temple. It's not enough to keep a good guest in the poor place. Please help yourself, national master! "
Hearing what the abbot said, all the monks in Shaolin Temple were dejected. They all knew that the abbot was forced to say this because he thought the martial arts of Shaolin school were inferior to others. For hundreds of years, Shaolin school has been famous all over the world, holding the leading position in the martial arts of Central Plains. As a result, not only the Shaolin Temple was defeated, but also the Chinese soldiers lost face before the fanren. Zhang Sanfeng could not help but frown.
"Abbot, wait a minute!" Xuancheng has been watching coldly. Originally, he had been preparing to deal with Zhang Sanfeng. He didn't want to come out so early, but seeing xuanci's resignation, he couldn't sit still any more. He stood out from the crowd and said to Jiu Mozhi, "I'm a gifted monk. I've been practicing hard for decades, and I just know a little about 13 skills. You actually claim to be proficient in 72 skills, I don't believe it. Please give me your advice. "
Hearing his words, jiumozhi also looked solemn: "you are master Xuancheng, who has been called Shaolin for 200 years." He had planned to take the opportunity to humiliate Shaolin, but Xuancheng suddenly stood up. Although Hatoyama is arrogant, he is not stupid. Facing the first master of Shaolin, he dare not take it lightly.
Xuancheng snorted: "in front of the pavilion, which claims to be proficient in 72 unique skills, I am not worthy of it."
"Eloquence increases trouble, master." Jiumozhi is famous in the world for frightening the whole Shaolin Temple with force. After his previous foreshadowing, now as long as he defeats Xuancheng, no one in the whole world will doubt what he said. I'm afraid Shaolin Temple will shake its foundation from now on.
Xuancheng didn't do it. Instead, he stood up and said, "the king of Ming is a guest from afar. Please come first!"
When Hatoyama saw that the other party was pushing him, he could not help sneering: "in this case, I'm not polite." At the end of the speech, jiumozhi's body moves around. At the same time, he uses his sleeve to guide the other side.
Xuancheng frowned. As a Shaolin monk, he naturally knew the subtlety of these two moves. He took a step sideways and dodged the two killing moves. Who knows that jiumozhi's eyesight was even higher. He had expected the position where he dodged earlier. With a bang, he hit him on the shoulder and staggered back two steps.
Hatoyama chuckled and said, "your name is big, but it's nothing more than that." It was expected that the stone had broken his shoulder bone to pieces. He respected his identity, so he took advantage of the victory and gave up, with a carefree look.
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People see that jiumozhi is only in his forties. Even if he can become a stunt every year, it will take 72 years from birth. Each of these 72 stunts is extremely difficult and complicated. Can he practice several in one year?Only song Qingshu can understand the key point. Jiumozhi just uses the little wuxianggong to activate the 72 unique skills. He has only the shape but not the spirit. However, the little wuxianggong has great power, and jiumozhi has deep internal power. Therefore, his power is no less than the genuine 72 unique skills.The monks in Shaolin didn't know why, so they thought in their hearts: "this man's speech is burning. Is he crazy at this point?"Xuansheng sneered in his heart, and his face was still respectful. He said, "the national master is known to be proficient in 72 unique skills. The little monk wants to ask the national master for some Kung Fu, such as Maha finger, Prajna palm and Vajra fist."For thousands of years, Shaolin has produced a Xuancheng, who is proficient in thirteen unique skills. He has never been before and has never come back. Naturally, he doesn't believe what jiumozhi said. He thinks that the other side is just boasting. As long as the real competition starts, the other side's rumor will be broken.Jiumozhi said with a smile, "I dare not. Please ask Master Xuansheng for advice." His body is slightly sideways, his left palm is suddenly raised flat, and his right fist comes out with a straight blow. A bronze tripod burning incense in front of the main gate of Shaolin Temple is hit by the strength of the fist. With a boring sound, he jumps up. It's just a move of "Luozhong Dongying" in Vajra boxing. It's not so hard for the Tongding to make a sound when the fist doesn't reach the ding. It's clear that the fist is shot forward, but the Tongding jumps up. It can be seen that the skill of the fist's strength has really won the secret of the "big diamond fist".Without waiting for the bronze tripod to fall, Jiu Mo Zhi clapped his left hand in reverse. The gesture was just a move in Prajna's palm to "subdue the heretics". The bronze tripod turned half a circle in the air, and when he clapped, something fell down. It was just that there was a lot of incense ash in the tripod, and the smoke filled the air. For a moment, he couldn't see what it was. At that time, the remaining strength of "Luo Zhong Dong Ying" was exhausted, and the bronze tripod fell rapidly. Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and pushed forward, and a sharp finger force shot to the past. Suddenly, the bronze tripod moved half a foot to the left. After three strokes, the bronze tripod moved a foot and a half before it landed.Xuansheng's face suddenly turned very white. He knew that his Sanna seemed ordinary, and the power contained in his Sanna had reached the state of transcendence. It was the authentic move of Maha, which was called "three into hell". That is to say, every time you practice these three strokes, you will be in hell.The ashes gradually scattered, revealing a thing as big as a palm in the ground. When the monks looked at it, they could not help but scream. It was a brass palm with five fingers. The edge of the palm was as bright as gold, but the back of the palm was gray green.With a flick of his robe sleeve, Jiu Mo Zhi said with a smile, "I'd like to ask elder martial brother Abbot for advice on the poor practice of the skill In a word, the bronze tripod seven feet away in front of him seemed to be alive. All of a sudden, he made several turns. After the turn, the inward side turned outward, but the shape of a palm was gouged out in the middle of the tripod, and the cut was yellow. The lower generation monks realized that when jiumozhi made Prajna's move of "subduing the heretics", his palm power was like a sharp sword, and he cut off a piece of his hand on the tripod.Song Qingshu felt a movement in his heart: "I almost forgot that jiumozhi also knows Prajna palm. Did he do something wrong with some martial uncles?"He quickly denied this conjecture. After all, the relationship between the two people is extraordinary now. Hatoyama has no motive to do so. Moreover, his reaction to this incident before is not like pretending.However, being reminded by Jiu Mozhi, song Qingshu suddenly had a flash of light in his mind: there is another person who may also be Prajna palm. According to his usual urine nature, it is really possible that he can do such a thingXuansheng saw that his three moves were all better than his own, and his heart was dead for a moment: "I'm afraid what this holy monk said is right. The seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin sect are really handed down from Tianzhu. He learned the secrets from the original place, so that he is much better than my middle land." He immediately bowed himself and said, "the magic skill of the national master has opened my eyes. I admire it, I admire it!"Abbot xuanci spent a lot of time in his whole life on "the skill of surmounting demons in cassock", which was finally used by Hatoyama Chi. As a result, he missed the study of Zen and sometimes regretted it. He felt that it was meaningless to practice for years in order to be pure. However, I feel relieved to think that my sleeve skill is enough to be able to walk alone in the world. At the moment, I see that Hatoyama Chi flicks his sleeve freely and freely, and talks and laughs in his mouth, and the sleeve has moved. I'm not afraid to express my true Qi. I can't help but have mixed feelings.All of a sudden, the whole place was silent, and everyone was awed by Hatoyama's peerless skills.After a long time, xuanci sighed and said, "I only know today that there is a heaven outside and there are people on earth. I've been studying hard for decades. In the eyes of the national master, it's really not enough. It's hard to raise a dragon in the shallow water of Shaolin Temple. It's not enough to keep a good guest in the poor place. Please help yourself, national master! "Hearing what the abbot said, all the monks in Shaolin Temple were dejected. They all knew that the abbot was forced to say this because he thought the martial arts of Shaolin school were inferior to others. For hundreds of years, Shaolin school has been famous all over the world, holding the leading position in the martial arts of Central Plains. As a result, not only the Shaolin Temple was defeated, but also the Chinese soldiers lost face before the fanren. Zhang Sanfeng could not help but frown."Abbot, wait a minute!" Xuancheng has been watching coldly. Originally, he had been preparing to deal with Zhang Sanfeng. He didn't want to come out so early, but seeing xuanci's resignation, he couldn't sit still any more. He stood out from the crowd and said to Jiu Mozhi, "I'm a gifted monk. I've been practicing hard for decades, and I just know a little about 13 skills. You actually claim to be proficient in 72 skills, I don't believe it. Please give me your advice. "Hearing his words, jiumozhi also looked solemn: "you are master Xuancheng, who has been called Shaolin for 200 years." He had planned to take the opportunity to humiliate Shaolin, but Xuancheng suddenly stood up. Although Hatoyama is arrogant, he is not stupid. Facing the first master of Shaolin, he dare not take it lightly.Xuancheng snorted: "in front of the pavilion, which claims to be proficient in 72 unique skills, I am not worthy of it.""Eloquence increases trouble, master." Jiumozhi is famous in the world for frightening the whole Shaolin Temple with force. After his previous foreshadowing, now as long as he defeats Xuancheng, no one in the whole world will doubt what he said. I'm afraid Shaolin Temple will shake its foundation from now on.Xuancheng didn't do it. Instead, he stood up and said, "the king of Ming is a guest from afar. Please come first!"When Hatoyama saw that the other party was pushing him, he could not help sneering: "in this case, I'm not polite." At the end of the speech, jiumozhi's body moves around. At the same time, he uses his sleeve to guide the other side.Xuancheng frowned. As a Shaolin monk, he naturally knew the subtlety of these two moves. He took a step sideways and dodged the two killing moves. Who knows that jiumozhi's eyesight was even higher. He had expected the position where he dodged earlier. With a bang, he hit him on the shoulder and staggered back two steps.Hatoyama chuckled and said, "your name is big, but it's nothing more than that." It was expected that the stone had broken his shoulder bone to pieces. He respected his identity, so he took advantage of the victory and gave up, with a carefree look.-----Thank you for your support and monthly ticket!
