"Listen to the Imperial Master, is there anyone in the world who is really proficient in my seventy-two Shaolin skills?"
At this time, standing opposite Jiumozhi, a senior figure on the left The monk said with a smile.
Lin Fan looked around.
Opposite Jiumozhi, stood three monks.
Needless to say.
The one standing in the middle should be Shaolin Abbot Xuanci. He looks kind-hearted and looks like an accomplished monk.
However, Lin Fan felt sick when he thought of what Ye Erniang had done and his relationship with Xuanci.
I snorted in my heart.
Xuanci cannot escape the blame for the sins committed by Ye Erniang.
"Not bad."
Jiumozhi nodded with a smile, looking enigmatic.
"Haha, let me ask the Imperial Master, who is this great hero you are talking about?"
The great monk couldn't help but have a trace of ridicule on his face.
"The words "great hero" are really embarrassing!"
Jiumozhi smiled modestly.
"Are you talking about you?"
The great monk was stunned for a moment, obviously being impressed by Jiumozhi's operation.
"It's the poor monk." Jiumozhi chuckled.
At this time.
The Shaolin monk standing on the right side of Xuanci smiled and said: "Master, you are not from the Shaolin Temple. The Maha Finger, Prajna Palm and Vajra Fist among the seventy-two stunts have never been spread to other countries. How can I learn from this?”
“I don’t dare to speak wildly, so I still ask Master Xuansheng for advice!”
Jiumozhi’s face darkened.
Then, he spun around and flew to the side of the incense cauldron.
I saw Jiumozhi sweeping his legs, and suddenly, the Xiangding was hit high into the sky.
Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Jiumozhi leaned under the incense cauldron and punched the air far away.
"Dang!"
The incense cauldron made a crisp sound, and the incense ashes scattered inside the cauldron.
The fallen incense cauldron was thrown high into the sky again.
"Great Vajra Boxing Technique!"
Master Xuan Sheng looked shocked.
“It’s so awesome!”
Suddenly, the monks in the surrounding Shaolin Temple couldn’t help but whisper.
Everyone looked at Jiumozhi with shocked expressions.
But Jiumozhi didn't stop, stamped his foot, and the stone slab suddenly cracked. Jiumozhi flew up and chased the flying incense cauldron.
Then, a palm shot came out.
"Bump!"
I saw a clear palm print left on the incense cauldron.
"Prajna Palm!"
The big-eared monk had a look of disbelief on his face.
This is not over yet.
After Jiumozhi’s palm passed, he kept moving and used Qinggong to chase the flying incense cauldron.
In a moment, I came to the incense cauldron and went from top to bottom.He punched Xiangding Nai.
"Boom!"
The incense ashes splashed up and the incense tripod fell. In an instant, the incense tripod fell to its original position.
And Jiumozhi also flew down and landed on the incense cauldron.
"Three times entering hell! This is the trick of the Maha Finger!" Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said with a solemn expression.
Lin Fan looked at Jiumozhi who was pretending to be beeping and felt extremely speechless in his heart.
This guy is really awesome, even the trick of pretending to beep is the same.
It is exactly the same as when it was at Tianlong Temple.
Not seen for several months.
Jiumozhi’s martial arts has made some progress.
However, for Lin Fan, it was still not enough.
Given Lin Fan's current level, not many people have caught his eye with martial arts.
Lin Fan turned his eyes and looked at the group of Shaolin monks.
A moment later, Lin Fan saw Xu Zhu, whom he had met once before at Leigu Mountain.
In the original work, all the monks were frightened by Jiumozhi.
Only Xu Zhu has practiced Xiaoyao sect martial arts, and he can see that what Jiumozhi uses is not Shaolin Kung Fu.
But at this time.
Xu Zhu, like other monks, was also stunned, looking at Jiumozhi with a shocked expression.
See this situation.
Lin Fan couldn't help but smile.
If we say who has the best luck in the world of Tianlong, it must be Xu Zhu.
Duan Yu fell off the cliff and obtained the Beiming Divine Art and Lingbo Weibu. Such a great opportunity, but compared with Xu Zhu, it still pales in comparison.
Xuzhu, a young monk with an ugly appearance and mediocre qualifications, played a few moves of chess and directly acquired the skills of Wu Yazi for more than 80 years.
This is not the end yet.
Afterwards, by accident, he absorbed the inner strength of two big men, Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun, and became the top master in the martial arts world.
If it weren’t for the lack of cultivation of his character, his internal strength would only be able to exert twenty-three percent of his power.
I am afraid that except for the sweeping monk, no one in the world can rival him.
After glancing at Xu Zhu, Lin Fan looked away.
If there was no great opportunity, Xu Zhu would probably end up in Shaolin in this life.
However, this may not be a bad thing for Xu Zhu who is devoted to Buddha.
Maybe in a few decades, another eminent monk will appear in Shaolin Temple.
Lin Fan looked around at the monks again.
At this time, the entire mountain behind the Shaolin Temple became silent.
All the monks were completely subdued by Jiumozhi's Kung Fu.
Jiumozhi looked at the monks in Shaolin and couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.
What he wants is this effect.
The last time Tianlong Temple and his party were together, if Lin Fan hadn't intervened, the effect might not be inferior to today's.
Jiumozhi couldn't help but think of Lin Fan, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.fire.
In all these years, he had suffered a big loss at the hands of Lin Fan.
Looking at the Shaolin monks, Jiumozhi temporarily suppressed other thoughts in his mind.
Jiumozhi jumped down from the incense cauldron, looked at Xuanci and the others, and said with a smile: "The young monk is not practicing well, please give me some advice from the master."
p>The aggressive tone made the monks very angry.
"The Imperial Master is too modest!"
Master Xuan Sheng looked calm and said with his hands clasped together.
Jiumozhi said nothing, squinting his eyes and staring coldly at Abbot Xuanci, waiting for him to speak. "Amitabha!" Compared with his martial arts, it is really not worth mentioning."
Jiumozhi was secretly happy when he heard this.
What kind of martial arts in the world comes from Shaolin? At this time, you have to submit in front of the poor monk.
Thinking of this, Jiumozhi felt a strong sense of accomplishment.
Putting up one palm, he looked sideways towards the sky and pretended to say: "It's so good, so good, Master Abbot, why should you be so humble?"
The next moment, Xuanci said: "It's just my generation. We are not good at practicing martial arts. Shaolin martial arts are profound and profound. We must practice harder, Amitabha!”
“Amitabha!”
When the monks heard this, they couldn’t help but clasp their hands.
Jiumozhi did not expect that his trip would go so smoothly.
None of the bunch of stupid monks in Shaolin Temple saw their true identity.
However, this is just right and saves him a lot of trouble.
"Abbot Xuanci, Shaolin's Seventy-Two Special Skills, is nothing more than that, so does this unique skill need to be changed?" Jiumozhi said.
The big-eared monk on the other side was angry and couldn't help but said: "The imperial master is powerful, but it's not good to be aggressive!"
Jiumo Zhihun didn't care. Said: "Haha, in fact, according to the young monk's opinion, Shaolin Temple might as well be disbanded from today, and all the eminent monks can go their separate ways. Isn't it much better than hanging around in this shameless Shaolin Temple!"
When the monks heard this, they were furious: "Where did you come from, a monster monk? You are talking nonsense here. Shaolin Temple is the authentic martial arts school, how can we allow you to slander us?"