Zhao Ji was only eight years old, and he was just an idle prince. He also didn't like martial arts by nature, so when he reprimanded him, he didn't have much authority in the first place.

However, what he was wearing was a serious purple official uniform with a rhinoceros gold and jade belt.

Although Xuan Ku was a Shaolin monk, he could understand official attire. Knowing that this child was a prince, how could he dare to contradict him? At the moment, he could only take three steps back and put his hands together as a salute.

However, just when people thought that Zhao Ji had excused Chen Ya, Zhao Si spoke up.

"Brother Eleven, you are too lenient. Since it is a martial arts competition, it is reasonable for this Shaolin monk to compete with the leader of the Beggar Clan. How can you obstruct it?"

How could Zhao Ji not know that Zhao Si wanted to embarrass Chen Ya? He was just about to speak out a rebuttal when he suddenly heard a voice saying: "The seventy-two stunts of Shaolin are really powerful. They are so scary that people don't dare to compete. I wonder what a monk from far away can do?"

Do you want to learn a thing or two?"

The sound was sonorous and sonorous, echoing around the high platform of the school grounds, like the sound of gold and iron, making people's ears buzz. Only those with high internal strength could not produce it. Everyone in the venue changed their expressions when they heard it.

Where is the speaker?

Everyone looked around in panic, only to see a foreign monk striding from the school gate.

The monk's steps were not frequent. Although his strides were long, he still had enough energy left. His speed was extremely fast, as if he was a small boat sailing on the water against the wind. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the high platform for the competition.

He didn't bend his knees to gather strength, and suddenly lifted up into the air and landed on the high platform.

His momentum was so strong that even Shaolin Xuanku, who was already on the stage, couldn't help but feel frustrated and took three steps to the left.

Monk Fan seemed to take Xuan Ku's acceptance as a matter of course. He didn't even look at Xuan Ku. He just clasped his hands and raised his head above his head. He saluted everyone around the stage and said: "This young monk is the abbot of Dalun Temple in the Snowy Mountains of Tubo. His monastic name is Jiumo."

Zhi, I heard that the martial arts heroes from the Central Plains gathered here, so I came here to ask for advice."

"Wow..."

Jiumozhi's words immediately caused an uproar everywhere.

Moreover, does this Tubo monk want to challenge the Central Plains martial arts? This is even more arrogant than Nan Murong, because he also included the Shaolin Temple, and Murong Fu never said he would challenge the Shaolin Temple!

Jiumozhi ignored the noise of the people in the audience and continued: "Earlier, the young monk heard at the west gate of Luoyang that someone here wanted to challenge the leader of the Beggar Clan with the seventy-two Shaolin skills. He was so scared that the leader of the Beggar Clan did not dare to challenge..."

These words made the audience even more noisy. People at the west gate of Luoyang can hear the conversations of the people in the school grounds. Has this monk become a celestial ear? How is this possible?

But Jiumozhi on the stage turned his gaze to Xuan Ku's face and said: "Is that you? It happens that the young monk is proficient in the seventy-two Shaolin stunts. How many do you know? Why not choose the one you are best at?

, let’s confirm it?”

"ah?"

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Jiumozhi's words shocked everyone present. Anyone with a little experience in martial arts and martial arts knows that no one in the Shaolin Temple has mastered all seventy-two stunts since Bodhidharma.

Even Patriarch Bodhidharma has never mastered it, because more than a dozen of Shaolin's unique skills were developed by Patriarch Bodhidharma's later disciples.

And this man named Jiumozhi actually claimed that he had mastered all seventy-two stunts. This boast was even more false than Chen Ya's claim that he had defeated Qiao Feng just now!

Even Xuan Nan, who was originally the old god, couldn't help it anymore and scolded: "So, you are a monk who is more powerful than the founder of my sect?"

Jiumozhi was not angry, he just smiled and said, "You will know if you are good or not after a comparison. Could this be Monk Xuannan who is the leader of Bodhidharma Academy? You know several Shaolin stunts, you can use them as you like.
Chapter completed!