Everyone saw that Jiumozhi was only in his forties, and even if he could achieve a unique skill every year, it would take seventy-two years to get out of his mother's womb. Each of these seventy-two unique skills was extremely difficult and complicated. Could it be that he could practice several types in a year?
Only Song Qingshu understood the key points. Jiumozhi only used Xiao Wuxianggong to activate the seventy-two unique skills, and only got the shape but not the spirit. However, Xiao Wuxianggong was powerful, and Jiumozhi had deep internal strength, so the power used was no less than that of the genuine seventy-two unique skills.
The monks in Shaolin didn't understand why, and they thought in their hearts: This person was so angry. Once he reached this, could he be crazy?
Xuansheng sneered in his heart, but his face still showed a respectful look and said: The national master is said to be proficient in the seventy-two unique skills. The young monk wanted to ask the national master for several skills such as Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, and Vajra Fist.
Over the past thousands of years, Shaolin has produced a Xuan Cheng who is proficient in thirteen unique skills and has never been around since then. Naturally, he does not believe what Jiumozhi said, thinking that the other party is just bragging. As long as he really competes, the other party’s rumors will be self-defeating.
Jiumozhi smiled and said: I dare not, please give me advice from Master Xuansheng.
He was slightly tilted, his left palm suddenly raised his left palm, and his right fist shot out with a loud shout. A copper tripod burning incense in front of the main entrance of Shaolin Temple was subjected to the force of the fist. He jumped up with a sound of boring. It was a move in the Vajra boxing technique, Luo Zhongdongying.
It is not difficult to make the sound of the bronze tripod without touching the tripod. This punch was obviously hit forward, but the bronze tripod jumped upward. It can be seen that the cleverness of the boxing force is really the secret of the Great Vajra Fist.
Jiumozhi did not wait for the copper cauldron to fall, and slapped his palm with his left hand. His posture was a move in the Prajna palm. The copper cauldron turned half a circle in the air and slapped it. Something fell down, but a lot of incense ash in the cauldron spread out, and the smoke filled it, and it was impossible to see what it was.
At that time, Luo Zhongdong Ying had finished his remaining force, and the bronze tripod fell rapidly. Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and stroked forward, and a sharp finger force shot over, and the bronze tripod suddenly moved away half a foot to the left.
Jiumozhi pushed three times, and the copper tripod moved away one foot and a half before landing.
Xuansheng's face suddenly turned pale, knowing that his three strokes seemed ordinary, and the skills contained in it had reached the level of being extraordinary and becoming a saint. It was the authentic trick of Maha's reference, called "Three Sents to Hell".
That means the hardships of practicing these three strokes, and every stroke is like entering hell.
The incense ash gradually scattered, revealing a piece of palm-sized thing on the ground. When the monks saw it, they couldn't help but scream. The thing was a brass palm, with five fingers, and the edge of the palm was shining, brilliant as gold, but the back of the palm was gray-green.
Jiumozhi's robe whispered his sleeve and said with a smile: If you have not practiced the "Cassociation Demon-Subduing Art" in a difficult way, please give me some advice from the abbot.
After a word, the copper tripod seven feet away in front of him seemed to be alive. Suddenly, he turned to the inside and out, but saw a palm cut out of the middle of the tripod, and the cut was also yellow.
The monks with lower seniority then realized that Jiumozhi had just used the Prajna palm to intimidate the heretics with this move, the palm power was like a sharp blade of the sword, and it actually cut off a piece of palm from the cauldron.
Song Qingshu felt aroused in his heart: He almost forgot that Jiumozhi can do Prajna Palm. Could it be that he did the accident with several uncles?
He quickly denied this speculation. After all, the relationship between the two is extraordinary now, and Jiumozhi has no motivation to do so. Moreover, when he heard this before, he did not seem to pretend.
However, when Jiumozhi reminded him, a sudden enlightenment appeared in Song Qingshu's mind: There is another person who may also have Prajna Palm. According to his usual urinary nature, it is really possible to do such a thing...
When Xuansheng saw that his three moves were far better than himself, he felt very disappointed: I am afraid that this monk said well, the 72 unique skills of my Shaolin Sect were indeed passed down from India. He learned the secrets from the original place, so he was much more intelligent than my Middle Earth.
Immediately folded my head and bowed, saying: The magical skills of the national master have opened my eyes and admired me!
Jiumozhi finally used the magic trick of subduing demons. Abbot Xuanci spent a lot of time on this martial arts throughout his life, so he missed Zen and studied further. Sometimes he really regretted it and felt that it was unnecessary to practice for a long time.
But when I thought that my sleeve was so good that I could be the only one in the world, I felt masturbating. At this moment, I saw Jiu Mozhi casually brushing his sleeves, free and easy, and chatting and laughing, and the sleeves of his robe were already moving. I was not afraid of venting my true energy, and it was not my ability, so I couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.
In an instant, the entire venue was silent, and everyone was shocked by Jiumozhi's peerless magical skills.
After a long time, Xuanci sighed and said: Today I know that there is heaven beyond heaven and there is someone above us.I have been studying hard for decades, but in the eyes of the national master, it is really not enough to laugh at it. Shaolin Temple is hard to raise dragons, and a place with little blessings is not enough to keep a good guest. Please give up on yourself!
Hearing the abbot's words, all the monks in Shaolin Temple were dejected. They all understood that the abbot was forced to say this because he believed that his martial arts skills in the Shaolin School were not as good as others.
The Shaolin School has been famous all over the world for hundreds of years and has been accustomed to the Central Plains martial arts.
As a result, not only did Shaolin Temple be defeated, but the Middle-earth warriors were greatly embarrassed before the foreigners. Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but frowned.
Abbot, wait!
Xuan Cheng kept watching coldly. He had been holding back his hands to deal with Zhang Sanfeng and did not want to come out so early, but seeing Xuan Ci surrendered, he could no longer sit still, and he stood up and said to Jiumozhi. I asked myself that I could be considered a gift. As a result, I had been practicing hard for decades, and I could only know a little about the thirteen unique skills. You actually claimed to be proficient in the seventy-two unique skills. I absolutely did not believe it, so I would like to ask you for advice.
Hearing his words, Jiumozhi also looked solemn: It turns out that you are Master Xuancheng, known as the number one in Shaolin in two hundred years.
He originally planned to take the opportunity to humiliate Shaolin, but Xuan Cheng suddenly stood up.
Although Jiumozhi was arrogant, he was not stupid. Facing this number one master in Shaolin, he did not dare to take it lightly.
Xuan Cheng snorted: I dare not take it before the palace master who is known as proficient in the seventy-two unique skills.
The arguments of verbalism only increase worries, Master.
Jiumozhi was already using force to shock the entire Shaolin Temple and became famous all over the world. After his previous preparation, as long as he defeated Xuancheng, no one would doubt anything he said about in the entire world. Shaolin Temple may have shaken its foundation from now on.
Xuan Cheng did not take action, but instead stood with his hands behind his back: The Ming Wang is a guest, the Ming Wang invites you first!
Seeing that the other party was arrogant, Jiumozhi couldn't help but sneer: Since that's the case, the little monk is not polite.As soon as he finished speaking, Jiu Mozhi's body flowed, and at the same time he used the universe in his sleeves, Wuxiangjie pointed at the other party.
Xuan Cheng frowned. As a Shaolin monk, he naturally knew the essence of these two moves. He took a step aside and dodged two killer moves. Who knew that Jiumozhi's eyesight was even higher. He had already expected his dodging direction. The Great Vajra punched him early, and with a bang, it hit him on the shoulder, making him stagger back two steps.
Jiumozhi laughed and said: Although you are famous, you are not as good as that.
I expected that this palm had cracked the stone and smashed his shoulder bone into pieces, so he valued his identity, so he stopped with a leisurely and contented expression.
Only Song Qingshu understood the key points. Jiumozhi only used Xiao Wuxianggong to activate the seventy-two unique skills, and only got the shape but not the spirit. However, Xiao Wuxianggong was powerful, and Jiumozhi had deep internal strength, so the power used was no less than that of the genuine seventy-two unique skills.
The monks in Shaolin didn't understand why, and they thought in their hearts: This person was so angry. Once he reached this, could he be crazy?
Xuansheng sneered in his heart, but his face still showed a respectful look and said: The national master is said to be proficient in the seventy-two unique skills. The young monk wanted to ask the national master for several skills such as Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, and Vajra Fist.
Over the past thousands of years, Shaolin has produced a Xuan Cheng who is proficient in thirteen unique skills and has never been around since then. Naturally, he does not believe what Jiumozhi said, thinking that the other party is just bragging. As long as he really competes, the other party’s rumors will be self-defeating.
Jiumozhi smiled and said: I dare not, please give me advice from Master Xuansheng.
He was slightly tilted, his left palm suddenly raised his left palm, and his right fist shot out with a loud shout. A copper tripod burning incense in front of the main entrance of Shaolin Temple was subjected to the force of the fist. He jumped up with a sound of boring. It was a move in the Vajra boxing technique, Luo Zhongdongying.
It is not difficult to make the sound of the bronze tripod without touching the tripod. This punch was obviously hit forward, but the bronze tripod jumped upward. It can be seen that the cleverness of the boxing force is really the secret of the Great Vajra Fist.
Jiumozhi did not wait for the copper cauldron to fall, and slapped his palm with his left hand. His posture was a move in the Prajna palm. The copper cauldron turned half a circle in the air and slapped it. Something fell down, but a lot of incense ash in the cauldron spread out, and the smoke filled it, and it was impossible to see what it was.
At that time, Luo Zhongdong Ying had finished his remaining force, and the bronze tripod fell rapidly. Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and stroked forward, and a sharp finger force shot over, and the bronze tripod suddenly moved away half a foot to the left.
Jiumozhi pushed three times, and the copper tripod moved away one foot and a half before landing.
Xuansheng's face suddenly turned pale, knowing that his three strokes seemed ordinary, and the skills contained in it had reached the level of being extraordinary and becoming a saint. It was the authentic trick of Maha's reference, called "Three Sents to Hell".
That means the hardships of practicing these three strokes, and every stroke is like entering hell.
The incense ash gradually scattered, revealing a piece of palm-sized thing on the ground. When the monks saw it, they couldn't help but scream. The thing was a brass palm, with five fingers, and the edge of the palm was shining, brilliant as gold, but the back of the palm was gray-green.
Jiumozhi's robe whispered his sleeve and said with a smile: If you have not practiced the "Cassociation Demon-Subduing Art" in a difficult way, please give me some advice from the abbot.
After a word, the copper tripod seven feet away in front of him seemed to be alive. Suddenly, he turned to the inside and out, but saw a palm cut out of the middle of the tripod, and the cut was also yellow.
The monks with lower seniority then realized that Jiumozhi had just used the Prajna palm to intimidate the heretics with this move, the palm power was like a sharp blade of the sword, and it actually cut off a piece of palm from the cauldron.
Song Qingshu felt aroused in his heart: He almost forgot that Jiumozhi can do Prajna Palm. Could it be that he did the accident with several uncles?
He quickly denied this speculation. After all, the relationship between the two is extraordinary now, and Jiumozhi has no motivation to do so. Moreover, when he heard this before, he did not seem to pretend.
However, when Jiumozhi reminded him, a sudden enlightenment appeared in Song Qingshu's mind: There is another person who may also have Prajna Palm. According to his usual urinary nature, it is really possible to do such a thing...
When Xuansheng saw that his three moves were far better than himself, he felt very disappointed: I am afraid that this monk said well, the 72 unique skills of my Shaolin Sect were indeed passed down from India. He learned the secrets from the original place, so he was much more intelligent than my Middle Earth.
Immediately folded my head and bowed, saying: The magical skills of the national master have opened my eyes and admired me!
Jiumozhi finally used the magic trick of subduing demons. Abbot Xuanci spent a lot of time on this martial arts throughout his life, so he missed Zen and studied further. Sometimes he really regretted it and felt that it was unnecessary to practice for a long time.
But when I thought that my sleeve was so good that I could be the only one in the world, I felt masturbating. At this moment, I saw Jiu Mozhi casually brushing his sleeves, free and easy, and chatting and laughing, and the sleeves of his robe were already moving. I was not afraid of venting my true energy, and it was not my ability, so I couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.
In an instant, the entire venue was silent, and everyone was shocked by Jiumozhi's peerless magical skills.
After a long time, Xuanci sighed and said: Today I know that there is heaven beyond heaven and there is someone above us.I have been studying hard for decades, but in the eyes of the national master, it is really not enough to laugh at it. Shaolin Temple is hard to raise dragons, and a place with little blessings is not enough to keep a good guest. Please give up on yourself!
Hearing the abbot's words, all the monks in Shaolin Temple were dejected. They all understood that the abbot was forced to say this because he believed that his martial arts skills in the Shaolin School were not as good as others.
The Shaolin School has been famous all over the world for hundreds of years and has been accustomed to the Central Plains martial arts.
As a result, not only did Shaolin Temple be defeated, but the Middle-earth warriors were greatly embarrassed before the foreigners. Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but frowned.
Abbot, wait!
Xuan Cheng kept watching coldly. He had been holding back his hands to deal with Zhang Sanfeng and did not want to come out so early, but seeing Xuan Ci surrendered, he could no longer sit still, and he stood up and said to Jiumozhi. I asked myself that I could be considered a gift. As a result, I had been practicing hard for decades, and I could only know a little about the thirteen unique skills. You actually claimed to be proficient in the seventy-two unique skills. I absolutely did not believe it, so I would like to ask you for advice.
Hearing his words, Jiumozhi also looked solemn: It turns out that you are Master Xuancheng, known as the number one in Shaolin in two hundred years.
He originally planned to take the opportunity to humiliate Shaolin, but Xuan Cheng suddenly stood up.
Although Jiumozhi was arrogant, he was not stupid. Facing this number one master in Shaolin, he did not dare to take it lightly.
Xuan Cheng snorted: I dare not take it before the palace master who is known as proficient in the seventy-two unique skills.
The arguments of verbalism only increase worries, Master.
Jiumozhi was already using force to shock the entire Shaolin Temple and became famous all over the world. After his previous preparation, as long as he defeated Xuancheng, no one would doubt anything he said about in the entire world. Shaolin Temple may have shaken its foundation from now on.
Xuan Cheng did not take action, but instead stood with his hands behind his back: The Ming Wang is a guest, the Ming Wang invites you first!
Seeing that the other party was arrogant, Jiumozhi couldn't help but sneer: Since that's the case, the little monk is not polite.As soon as he finished speaking, Jiu Mozhi's body flowed, and at the same time he used the universe in his sleeves, Wuxiangjie pointed at the other party.
Xuan Cheng frowned. As a Shaolin monk, he naturally knew the essence of these two moves. He took a step aside and dodged two killer moves. Who knew that Jiumozhi's eyesight was even higher. He had already expected his dodging direction. The Great Vajra punched him early, and with a bang, it hit him on the shoulder, making him stagger back two steps.
Jiumozhi laughed and said: Although you are famous, you are not as good as that.
I expected that this palm had cracked the stone and smashed his shoulder bone into pieces, so he valued his identity, so he stopped with a leisurely and contented expression.
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