"Boom-Boom-Boom-"

The violent palm striking kept coming, and the sound rolled, shocking everyone around him to the ears.

I saw a white figure flying and aiming at a yellow monk, constantly attacking him.

His body movement was extremely flexible, as agile as a bird, but when he came out of his palm, a strong wind rolled up.

The attacked monk had a gloomy face and kept using all kinds of fancy martial arts to fight back. However, the opponent was too fast and was always passively beaten.

"Who are those two people? They are so powerful and have great martial arts skills. I'm afraid they are no worse than the monks in Tianlong Temple."

"I am afraid that the monks in Tianlong Temple may not have such strong internal strength."

"Report to the official!"

"Be careful, stay away from the city gates, and avoid fire from causing damage to the fish in the pond."

The audience around them showed shock on their faces and kept retreating.

The monk brought by Jiumozhi stood a little closer, but couldn't even get in. He was trembling with fear and looked like earth.

They followed the national teacher Jiumozhi all the way east and south, and encountered some masters' competition, but every time the national teacher responded calmly and was extremely free and easy. Most of the masters mentioned by the Central Plains people were not worth mentioning.

But this time, such a young man appeared somewhere and rushed up and attacked. It seemed that the National Master had been suppressed and beaten.

"Hahaha, it's great, see you!"

Liu Qing laughed a few times, slapped her palm, leaped back with the force, jumped over the roof, and fled to the distance.

I just fought with Jiumozhi for dozens of palms and gained a lot.

Jiumozhi's internal strength was slightly weaker than him, but his martial arts were endless, and his attack methods were mysterious. Liu Qing could only use his internal strength from afar to strike from a distance, and he gave his all his strength every time. Beiming's true energy surging in his body, and was recoiled by Jiumozhi's internal strength, and it was more and more rapid and unconsciously, and his internal strength became more and more mature.

Liu Qing’s weakness is that he lacks powerful attack methods, so even if his internal strength is slightly better than Jiumozhi, he only dares to attack around and does not dare to get too close.

After all, Jiumozhi is a top-notch master. When he was hit by him, even if Bei Ming’s true qi could protect his body, it would hurt a lot. If you accidentally get hurt, it would be bad.

Seeing Liu Qingyuan fleeing, Jiumozhi breathed a sigh of relief. The master suddenly came, with great internal strength and mysterious body skills. He kept pressing him to beat him, making him very passive.

Both sides faced each other dozens of times, and his arms were numb and his internal strength was slightly exhausted.

If he continues to consume it, he will not be able to hold on.

But Liu Qing seemed to have nothing to do, and he became more and more courageous as he fought. It seemed that his internal strength kept him inexhaustible, which made him more and more shocked.

"The land of the Central Plains is indeed crouching tigers and hidden dragons. This young man looks only twenty years old, and his internal strength is better than me. If the moves are more exquisite, I will definitely lose! I have never heard of such a young master!"

Jiumozhi looked at the direction where Liu Qing disappeared, his face was gloomy, and he thought to himself.

Originally, he was going straight to Tianlong Temple to force his six-mechanical divine sword technique, but after Liu Qing made such a fuss, he decided to find an inn to rest and go to Tianlong Temple again tomorrow morning.

The next morning, Liu Qing came to wait outside Tianlong Temple early.

The sun is rising, and the sun shines on the red walls and yellow tiles of Tianlong Temple.

Tianlong Temple is peaceful.

A group of monks walked over.

Jiumozhi, who was walking in the middle, had a solemn look on his face and lacked a sense of arrogance.

He was invincible in the western frontier, and after entering the Central Plains, he was invincible all the way and felt a little proud inside.

But Liu Qing was only about twenty years old and his strength was comparable to his. He was shocked and his arrogance was much more restrained.

Tianlong Temple knew that Jiumozhi was coming, so it stopped receiving idle people early this morning.

When Jiumozhi and his party appeared, the host of Tianlong Temple Benyin brought someone to greet him in person.

Liu Qing took the opportunity to jump into one wall.

Jiumozhi entered the temple, exchanged greetings, and immediately expressed his intention.

Benyin abbot frowned and said, "'Six-Meridian Divine Sword Sutra' is the treasure of the temple in this temple. It is the supreme Dharma of Duan's martial arts. Even Zhengming and Zhengchun and others don't know, but they don't know how Gusu Murong learned it?"

Jiumozhi smiled slightly and said, "The donor Murong Gusu is knowledgeable and has a great knowledge of martial arts. He is a talented person in the world. He is eager for the profound martial arts of the world. He has been dreaming of for decades. It is not surprising that you know that the temple has the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword Sutra". The young monk came this time to repay the donor Murong. He did not borrow it for nothing, nor would he look at it privately. I can exchange it with many unique skills in Shaolin!"

After saying that, he asked someone to open a golden box with three old books in it, and said with his head down: "These three volumes of martial arts are written by Mr. Murong, which explains the essence of the 72 unique skills of the Shaolin School, practice methods, and cracking methods."

When the monks in Tianlong Temple heard this, they were shocked: "The 72 sects of Shaolin Sect are famous all over the world. It is said that since its founding, only one monk has played 23 sects, and no one has ever practiced more than twenty sects. It is hard to believe that this old donor Murong can know the essence of the 72 sects of Shaolin. As for even the way to solve it, it is even more incredible."

Jiumozhi was very satisfied with the surprise response of everyone, and smiled and said, "Murong donated these three wonderful books. The young monk took a look at them and studied them and benefited a lot. Now he would like to exchange these three wonderful books with the temple for the six-mechanical divine sword scriptures. Among them, the three fingering methods of "Chinghua Finger", "Dora Leaf Finger" and "Wuxiang Jie Finger", have a lot of mutual verification with the one-yang finger of the noble school. The stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade."

When the abbot heard this, he was quite moved and thought to himself: "If it is recorded in these three books, if it is really a 72 unique skill in Shaolin Temple, then after this temple obtains this book, it will not only be with Shaolin in martial arts. What's more, this temple is well-versed in Shaolin's unique skills, but they do not know the unique skills of this temple. In time, Tianlong Temple can surpass Shaolin and become the world's number one temple."

He is easy-going by nature and is very willing to be convenient to others. In addition, it has great benefits and is already in his heart. However, because Master Kurong is here, he is very generous and he is not convenient to agree casually.

At this time, Jiumozhi continued: "The young monk is young and knowledgeable, and what he said may not be able to gain trust from all the masters. The three fingering techniques of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills may be better to show his ugly words before everyone."

He stood up, gently placing his thumb and index finger in his right hand, as if he was holding a flower, with a smile on his face, and his five fingers in his left hand flicked to the right. Every time he popped up, it seemed like he wanted to remove the face-beads on the flowers in his right hand, and formally picked the flower finger.

The monks of the Tianlong looked at each other and were all secretly surprised.

Jiumozhi smiled, and then showed the Dora Leaf finger and the Wuxiangjie finger.

Liu Qing hid behind a pillar, looked at this scene and thought to himself that this Shaolin skill was extraordinary.

It’s a pity that there are even more advanced unique skills in this world of the Heavenly Dragon Ba Tribe.

It’s just Shaolin, and the first magical skill is the “Yi Jin Jing”.

Benyin said: "Uncle Master, Wang Ming is here, what is his intention? How should we respond? Please see the instructions."

Master Kurong said: "Originally, what level of cultivation you have reached on Yiyang Finger?"

Benyin was stunned and replied, "I am stupid and I have only achieved the fourth grade."

Master Kurong asked: "Which you see, which one is better, which one is better, compared with the three fingering methods of the One Yang finger, the Shaolin bull finger, the Dora Leaf finger, and the Wuxiangjie finger?"

The original saying: "There is no advantage or disadvantage in fingering, but the skill is high or low."

Master Kurong said, "No. If you can reach the first level of Yiyang Finger, what if you can achieve the first level?"

Benyin said: "The abyss is unpredictable, and the disciples dare not speak nonsense."

Ku Rong said, "If you live for another hundred times, which grade can you achieve?"

Because sweat was dripping from the forehead, I said in a trembling voice: "Disciple doesn't know."

Master Kurong said: "Can you reach the first level?"

Ben Yin said: "I will definitely not."

Master Kurong stopped talking.

He has shown his attitude.

Benyin suddenly realized: "Uncle Master is very particular. We still have mastered our own yang fingers. What is the use of others' martial arts classics?"

When Liu Qing heard this round of dialogue, he suddenly remembered that the six-mechanical divine sword was actually derived from the Yiyang Finger.

Because the descendants of Duan's family were unable to practice the first yang finger to the highest level, they created the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, which used the force of the one-yang finger to turn into sword energy, which was of substance and invisible, and became an invisible Qi sword.

The most important thing to learn the Six-Meridian Divine Sword is to have strong internal strength. The monks in Tianlong Temple lack internal strength, and the most powerful Master Kurong can only use two sword techniques.

Jiumozhi looked unhappy and said slowly: "Six meridians Divine Sword Sutra only have a false reputation, why should you pay so much attention to the temple? It has damaged the harmony between Tianlong Temple and Dalun Temple and the diplomatic relations between Dali and Tubo. My Tubo lord has long admired the customs and customs of Dali and has long thought of hunting Dali with your king. But the little monk thought that this move would inevitably hurt people's lives, which is a big violation of my Buddha's mercy. He has tried his best to persuade him for several years."

The meaning of the words is obvious.

Master Kurong said: "Since that's the case, we will use the Six-Meridian Divine Sword to learn several of the masterpieces of Ming Wang."

The two sides immediately started fighting, and soon Jiumozhi gained the upper hand.

Although the Six-Meridian Divine Sword is very powerful, the monks in Tianlong Temple have uneven strengths, and they cooperate with each other and are not coordinated, making it difficult to exert their power.

Jiumozhi has strong internal strength and the flame sword is extremely powerful. He actually gained the upper hand in one strike of six.

Seeing this, Master Kurong took out the Sword Sutra, and the internal force was circulating, and the Sword Sutra began to smoke.

Jiumozhi was shocked and angry, shouted loudly and attacked hard.

At this time, a gray figure flashed out from the pillar next to it, turned left and right, rushed to Master Kurong with lightning speed, and slapped out with a sudden palm. The huge internal force was like a strong wind and wave. Master Kurong was shocked and slapped out with his palm.

"Puff--" With a light sound, Master Kurong suddenly felt his internal strength pass away quickly, and was startled. His arm shook and he broke away from Liu Qing's palm.

Liu Qingze used the force to jump into the air, knocked through the roof, then turned over, flapped his arms, and flew past several roofs like a big bird, falling into a bustling street.

Master Kurong's face suddenly changed drastically and he shouted: "He snatched the Sword Sutra, hurry up and chased!"

When the monks heard this, they were shocked, and their clothes were covered with wind, and they flew out from the roof. However, they looked up and saw that there was no one just now.

At this time, Jiumozhi also jumped up, his face changed. Liu Qing flashed away just now, but he also recognized that the young master who stopped him yesterday was the one who took away the Sword Sutra.

This is really a mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole behind him. After a while, Jiumozhi thought it was cheaper for others, which made him quite angry.

Bensan suddenly turned around and said angrily: "Jiumozhi, the Sword Sutra was taken away because of yours, so I will take my life!"

The others also surrounded Jiumozhi.

The person who seized the scriptures had already escaped, and they could only vent their anger on the initiator.

Seeing this, Jiumozhi waved his palm and scattered flames and sword shadows flew back, then jumped down and rushed into the distance.

He was very unwilling to give up. He worked hard to travel thousands of miles to Dali and offended the masters of Tianlong Temple. In the end, he not only failed to achieve his goal, but instead made it cheaper for outsiders.
To be continued...