Monk Wukong has been hit hard since he was defeated by Wang Cheng twice in succession. He returned to Shaolin Temple to learn from his mistakes and began to major in studying the Pure Yang Boy's Crafts, tempering the internal qi and blood. He wanted to practice the Pure Yang Boy's Crafts to the Great Enhancement Realm as soon as possible, and also began to practice the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple.

The 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple seem to be the 72 unique skills of martial arts in name, but in fact only the monks of the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple know that these 72 unique skills are actually a profound martial arts.

After practicing all the seventy-two unique skills, there will be incredible effects and you can understand the true meaning of Buddhist Zen martial arts. The seventy-two unique skills involve almost all the martial arts methods, such as fists, feet, fingers, palms, sticks, swords, pestles, guns, etc.

Therefore, if you can really practice all the seventy-two unique skills thoroughly, you will definitely have no flaws in your martial arts moves and be familiar with all the martial arts routines.

Monk Wukong's move, the flying dragon in the sky, was the Shaolin Dragon-shaped Fist Dragon Claw Hand. With one punch, a dragon roar appeared around him. It was obviously an extremely profound realm. With one claw, the strength was actually condensed between his five fingers, and finally his own strength was condensed!

The breath came from the force.

Yan Yu saw it thoroughly, and she was not panicked. As soon as she breathed, her breath condensed immediately. Her steps changed, and she actually rushed out with a punch.

roar……

The punch rushed out, and the surrounding tiger roared out, and at the same time, the gust of fishy wind was rolled up, and the breath turned into a fierce tiger, condensed from behind her, and then pounced on Monk Wukong in front of her.

People are like tigers.

Yan Yu was like a tiger, without retreating at all, and fought head-on with Monk Wukong.

boom…………

The two fists collided, and after a roar, waves of air attacked out, shaking the surrounding trees endlessly. Several young monks who had climbed up almost fell down again unsteadily.

The number one young master in Shaolin meets the number one young master in Emei!

Bang……

Yan Yu took a step back due to the impact, because Monk Wukong was running and attacking, so he had the advantage.

Yan Yu's foot left a vague footprint on the shattered stone slab on the ground again, and an amber halo was condensed in her eyes. Without any emotion, she said coldly: "Wukong, it seems that you have only been like this in recent years."

Five years ago, the two fought for nearly half an hour, and finally Monk Wukong won one move.

Yan Yu has always been resentful of this and does not think she will lose to Monk Wukong. She immediately took the initiative to attack again, and the tiger's claws snatched the air.

Bang……

Monk Wukong was not showing any weakness, and punched out again, and the two fought each other again.

With this punch, the two of them were evenly matched.

Monk Wukong's face looked extremely ugly. It would be fine if he was defeated by King Cheng of Wusheng Mountain. Now he is even worse than the woman in Emei? His face turned extremely red, and more importantly, he defeated Yan Yu back then.

At this moment, he and Yan Yu looked equal, which means that his cultivation over the years was not as good as Yan Yu.

He was surpassed by an Emei female disciple!

"Wukong, can't you even have a woman to settle?"

At this time, two middle-aged monks walked out of Shaolin Temple behind, both of whom were serious and steady, and were obviously masters of Shaolin Temple.

Yan Yu stood there with straight body, facing the masters of Shaolin Temple, and was not afraid, and said lightly: "It seems that Shaolin Temple looks down on women? I don't know, do you still remember that when you Shaolin Temple and our Emei discussed Buddhism, who won in the end?"

The two middle-aged monks also breathed in a flash. The serious expression turned dark, and anger flashed in their eyes.

There is a one-year dispute over Buddhism between Shaolin and Emei, and Shaolin Temple has lost to Emei twice in a row.

The next battle between the two major Buddhist sects will be three years later.

This time, the monk Yongwen chose to keep his mountain closed and not leave. In fact, it also means preparing for the Buddhist dispute three years later.

The first middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said with a low expression: "Yan Yu, you are not a real Buddhist disciple and are not qualified to comment on this matter. Our Shaolin Temple wants to close the mountains and rectify for one year and refuse to see guests. You should leave quickly. We will not pursue your crime of disturbing the purity of Buddhism."

Monk Wukong stood aside without saying anything. He obviously did not dare to be arrogant in front of the two monks. He just stared at Yan Yu with a murderous look.

Yan Yu sneered and asked, "Oh? I am not a Buddhist disciple? I disturb you Buddhist purity? I don't know what the master's name is?"

"I am a monk named Yonghe, so I would like to ask the female donor to leave as soon as possible."

The middle-aged monk Yu looked at Yan Yu and said with a strong aura.

"The Dharma name is Yonghe, but his words are aggressive. Even your own juniors are attacked by your words. It seems that the so-called pure land of Buddhism is nothing more than that, Master, what do you think?"

Yan Yu looked at Yonghe and retorted without hesitation.

Yonghe and Monk Wukong both looked embarrassed when they heard this.

Just now, Yonghe did severely scold Wukong, but this was an internal dispute in Shaolin Temple.

Even in a quiet place in Buddhism, there is no need to fight, because the Shaolin Temple is still human, not Buddha. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are disputes, so there is no harmony inside Shaolin Temple.

Yonghe, Yonghe, is just a title.

Monk Yonghe looked embarrassed and had a hint of anger. He scolded: "Yan Yu, are you going to challenge our Shaolin Temple alone?"

Yan Yu was not scared and said, "I am here to seek cooperation."

"We don't care about the treasures of the Five Animal Sect. My Shaolin Temple's martial arts are the best in the world and I don't need other martial arts to fill it."

Yonghe said righteously: "Don't waste your time anymore, we Shaolin will not participate."

When he heard this, let alone Yan Yu, even Monk Wukong felt extremely blushing, lowered his head gently to hide his guilt and embarrassment.

Shaolin martial arts is the best in the world?

It's just a slogan.

Perhaps the complete Shaolin Temple, which had been fighting against Wu Sheng Mountain for thousands of years, had the confidence to do so, but now the Shaolin Temple has been divided into two schools, and the strongest internal martial arts Yijin and Marrow Cleansing is divided into two books. No one of the two schools can practice the complete Yijin and Marrow Cleansing. If one book is practiced alone, the power is not as powerful as ordinary internal martial arts.

Such Shaolin is really unpredictable and arrogant.

Seeing that Yan Yu was not leaving yet, Yonghe winked at the other middle-aged monk. The two of them moved their steps and vaguely surrounded Yan Yu. They looked bad, as if they would take action the next moment.

"Hahahahaha... What a Shaolin martial arts masterpiece..."

Suddenly, a sound full of impact stirred up from the mountains.

Yonghe, Wukong and other monks all changed their expressions slightly. They looked at the mountains with great seriousness and knew that there was a top master coming.

The pine and cypresses in the forests of Shaoshishan were swaying with sounds, and some snow accumulated on the needles fell down, which looked a little beautiful in the sun.

The birds and beasts living in the mountains were also frightened and ran between the mountains and forests, hoping to find other safer residences.

Two figures jumped and ran quickly in the mountains, like walking on flat ground between the rocks, and their bodies flickered a hundred meters away, falling from the hillside and landing on the open space between Shaolin monks and Yan Yu.

Bang……

Bang……

Two heavy sounds of landing sounded, spreading out in all directions with a cold breath. At the same time, two hot breaths were slowly conveyed, causing the snowflakes sprinkled in the air to turn into water droplets.

What a strong internal cultivation!

Everyone present was shocked by their internal cultivation.

Two small pits appeared on the ground, and a stream of soil mixed with stones flew out.

Monk Wukong and Yan Yu saw that they both stared at the person with wide eyes.

Goku had a dark face: "It's you!"

Yan Yu was extremely surprised: "Wang Cheng, are you here to find me?"

Wang Cheng looked serious, and a golden halo seemed to appear in his expression during his breathing. His hair was messy and had not been repaired. He was wearing a rough animal leather suit. This was when he killed a beast on the road for dinner, he made a animal leather suit and threw away the coat that Mamuti had.

Barefoot, bare arms!

At first glance, Wang Cheng is a primitive man who has just walked out of the deep mountains and forests.

However, his facial features were a little pretty. His eyes were bright and bright, making people dare not look directly at it. In his breath, it was like a roar of King Kong.

Wang Cheng glanced at Yan Yu. Then he looked at Monk Wukong and said nothing.

Standing in front of him was his master, Taoist priest Changhe.

Taoist Changhe came to Shaolin Temple as the head of Wusheng Mountain. His figure and expression were extremely majestic. Looking at Wukong and Yonghe, he shouted: "Shaolin Temple seems to have really declined. Even I am inferior to Wusheng Mountain. It is really shameful to fall to the point of bullying a girl."

Ahem...

In one sentence, the monks from Shaolin Temple were so choked.

Yan Yu stepped forward and respectfully bowed to the Taoist priest Changhe respectfully and said, "My younger generation Yan Yu, have seen Senior Changhe." Then she stared at Wang Cheng and said, "Yan Yu has met Senior Brother Yuanding."

Wang Cheng just nodded to Yan Yu gently, without saying anything, and did not know why he became her senior brother.

Taoist Changhe seemed very kind and said, "You girl is very good at speaking. Have these monks bullied you? Tell the old Taoist, I will help you with justice!"

Yan Yu smiled and said, "They don't have the ability to bully me yet. Shaolin Temple was scared by its seniors and senior brothers for a year and refused to see guests. Wu Sheng Mountain is more powerful!"

This flattering Taoist priest Changhe felt very comfortable.

As she said that, her eyes swept over Wang Cheng again, and she was very curious and admired Wang Cheng's outfit. If she didn't look at the slightly delicate and tender face, Wang Cheng would be covered in a rough and manly atmosphere.

However, Wang Cheng is just an 18-year-old boy after all!

Monk Yonghe took a step forward, folded his hands together, and said solemnly to Taoist Changhe: "Master Changhe, my inner gate of Shaolin Temple has closed the mountain for a year because of some special things. It is inconvenient to entertain you all, so please forgive me."

Taoist Changhe didn't take this trick at all. He waved his hand immediately and a sharp thunder thunder roared out, directly knocking Monk Yonghe out, falling to the ground and trembling all over.

Taoist Changhe shouted, "Young Master, I'll ask you Shaolin Yong to come out... Old Taoist, I'm here to see what kind of pounds you have in Shaolin Temple, but you actually colluded with Longhu Mountain to plot against our master and apprentice..."

Taoist Changhe's voice contained the power of energy, and it rushed out, causing several young monks to faint on the spot. Monk Wukong and Monk Yonghe both felt pain in their eardrums, and a stream of blood overflowed from their eardrums.
To be continued...