When the abbot of Shaolin saw his junior brother rushing out, his lips moved slightly, but he did not speak to stop him.

He saw Fang Ming alone, thinking about how important Shaolin's unique skills are? It must not be spread. Even if this person has a noble status, he can only take it down first.

The monk in gray clothes was really good at martial arts. After one catch, he grabbed the second, grabbed the third, grabbed the fourth, caught the fifth, caught the fifth, caught the whistle. In an instant, a person seemed to turn into a gray dragon. The dragon shadow flew in the sky, and the dragon claws danced quickly, blocking Fang Ming's retreat path tightly.

This Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand has been tempered for thousands of times, and it is already an unbreakable skill. He has been immersed in this path for a long time, and it is really hard to use it at this time. It makes all the Shaolin monks dizzy and can't help themselves.

Seeing that Fang Ming was surrounded by heavy claw marks, he just smiled indifferently, suddenly stepped up, stretched out his right hand, his five fingers were like hooks, and it was also the Shaolin dragon claw hand!

The abbot of Shaolin could see clearly that he saw that the Taoist real man grabbed it with one claw, and his rules were rigorous. It was indeed the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand. His moves were not bad at all. He was even more amazing: "This Taoist's dragon claw hand is at least twenty years old. It's not new, but how could it be? He looked only twenty years old, unless he started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb..."

In the claw wind, Fang Ming held the remaining and defended the shortcomings and made two empty moves, and suddenly turned into a "cloud-type" move. In the middle, it seemed to have the change of "bead-grabbing style to catch the moon", and the central palace attacked directly.

The monk in gray was shocked and his claws came out together. He just touched Fang Ming's wrist, but was bounced away by a soft force. In just a blink of an eye, Fang Ming had already taken his Danzhong point. This was the gathering of Qihai and the most important thing. The monk could not move immediately.

"How about my dragon claw hand?"

Fang Ming laughed loudly, raised the monk and threw it into the group of monks. After a lot of noise, the man in gray got up in a mess, and suddenly his face looked as if dead, and he covered his face with his sleeves.

"Amitabha, where did the real person's dragon claw hand come from?"

The abbot of Shaolin asked.

"Don't you understand?" Fang Ming said: "Buddha is the Tao, so these seventy-two unique skills are naturally not exclusive to Shaolin. Why should I practice it?"

Although these words were unreasonable, Fang Ming himself was excellent evidence, so he directly hit the Shaolin abbot to death.

"It seems that the master doesn't believe it?" Fang Ming smiled slightly: "I am not talented, and the Taoist 72 unique skills are all maths. I will ask the abbot and the masters to give advice!"

As he spoke, Fang Ming was as straight as a flash of light. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of a man-high bluestone, and suddenly pushed out his right palm.

His right hand was white and delicate, without a trace of calluses, and he looked extremely pampered. He pushed out with one palm and cast slowly, and it seemed that he did not contain much power, but the entire earth shook, and it turned like a dragon turning over.

Hurry!

The foundation of the huge rock did not move, but suddenly broke from the middle. The hundreds of kilograms of huge rocks on it flew out, howling with the evil wind, and the sound was extremely terrifying. The monks on the opposite side screamed and fled.

"What a fierce and powerful monument-hitting master, he has reached the level of ease of receiving and receiving, and is in a state of enlightenment!"

The Shaolin abbot and a group of elders met the goods and exclaimed.

After Fang Ming pushed out his palm, his five fingers gathered together, turning his palm into a fist. After clenching, the air suddenly roared. As the air flow gathered, Fang Ming punched out and hit the flying stone.

Bang!

After the huge rock was punched, it did not pounce forward, but jumped upward. This skillful force had really grasped the essence of Vajra boxing.

Boom!

The huge rock jumped up two feet, and then landed on the ground with a bang, stirring up dust in the sky, and the sound shook the fields, like a thunderous drum.

The monks around were tilted around. In this horrific scene of a natural disaster, it was already the result of their spiritual tenacity.

"I would like to ask the masters for advice on this slaughter master..."

Fang Ming spoke, not afraid of venting his true energy at all. He whispered his sleeves while chatting and laughing, the huge rock that fell to the ground suddenly rotated a few times, and hit the giant tree next to him.

Crack! Crack!

Several branches could not withstand such huge force and broke and fell down. Fang Ming wiped his hands with his hands, and there seemed to be a fire and heat flashing in the air. He raised his hands and cut them a few times towards the branches.

Hissing!

The branches fell off from their skin in the air, and the wood chips bloomed like flowers, and suddenly they all burned and turned into wisps of blue smoke.

A figure flashed, Fang Ming turned into a figure in the sky, covering the sky and falling on the huge rock, and smiled and said, "I don't know if these seventy-two unique skills can be seen by you?"

The Shaolin abbot was speechless for a long time. He looked at the other heads, and suddenly he felt discouraged and depressed...

...

"Why are you just coming down now?"

Fang Ming floated down the mountain and sent another signal, and Han Xiaoying then came to him.

"I can read books occasionally, so don't blame me!" Fang Ming smiled indifferently.

Han Xiaoying looked Fang Ming up and down. Seeing that his robes were neat and without any trace of damage to the fight, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then she felt very curious: "Did those monks make things difficult for you?"

"Haha... the abbot and the heads are all wise people. After I persuaded them with kind words, they not only did not keep me, but also sent me out respectfully."

Fang Ming looked northwest: "It's just that Shaolin is declining now, Zhongnan Quanzhen will not be so easy to pass..."

Among the Legend of the Condor Heroes, Quanzhen Sect, which inherited the Zhongshen King Chongyang Taoist Orthodox, is definitely the largest sect in the Taoist sect. In terms of power, it is only slightly inferior to the Beggar Sect whose disciples are spread all over the world. All the Seven Sons of Quanzhen are not weak, and they have a slightly inferior Zhou Botong, who is slightly inferior to the five great masters. The top combat power is probably a little higher than that of Shaolin today.

Such a famous sect, Taoist exoteric sect, suddenly came to ask for borrowing classics? Haha...

Not to mention that Quanzhen was located under the rule of the Jin Kingdom at this time, and Fang Ming, the title of the Song Dynasty, was not very useful.

"I heard that all the Qizi Quanzhen is a master of Taoism..."

Han Xiaoying pondered for a moment and said, "You have high martial arts skills. You should forgive others if you want to..."

"If they were willing to let me read all the Taoist books and classics, I would naturally be too lazy to fight with them..." Fang Ming smiled: "And the Qi Zi of Quanzhen is nothing except the Tiangang Beidou Formation. Instead, their uncle Zhou Botong is the real master..."

"Zhou Botong?"

Han Xiaoying's face was a little confused.

"He is the junior brother of Wang Chongyang, the Chinese supernatural power. When he was accused of swordsmanship in Huashan, Wang Chongyang defeated the other four masters. His martial arts were respected as the best in the world. His junior brothers had all the true teachings, and they were not simple. Perhaps they are slightly inferior to the four masters now, but they are still above Qiu Qianren, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang..."

"Iron palm floats on the water?"

Han Xiaoying took a deep breath. Although she had never heard of Zhou Botong, the Iron Palm Gang was very prosperous in Qiu Qianren's hands, and the name was well-known.

"I heard that this man not only has his iron palm skills but also has an extremely high level of light skills. Only then can he be called "Iron Palm Floating on Water". Zhou Botong's martial arts are even more powerful than this person..."

Han Xiaoying felt a little like a frog in the well at this time.

The Seven Monsters of Jiangnan are the dominant ones in Wu and Yue. In terms of true strength, they are only between the first-class and second-rate players in the world. Ke Zhenye may be considered a good player, but Han Xiaoying is still young and has not yet mastered internal skills and sword skills. He is probably the last among second-rate players. Of course, that was before he met Fang Ming.

At this time, I could not help but feel a little discouraged when I heard Fang Ming discussing the masters of the world.

"Girls don't have to underestimate themselves... With your current sword skills and claw power, the world can be gone..."

Fang Ming smiled slightly: "If I practice the method I taught for several years, even Qiu Chuji, who is the most skilled martial arts among the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, may not be able to surpass you..."

"Changchun's real person is profound in Taoism, chivalrous and brave, and travels thousands of miles for his friend's widow... I can't compare to..."

Han Xiaoying said modestly.

With Fang Ming's last time, the seven monsters in Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji did not fight, but according to the martial arts displayed by the other party, if they take action seriously, the seven monsters in Jiangnan would inevitably lose a big loss.

The seven monsters are all chivalrous people, and they are inexplicably admired Qiu Chuji's actions of saving people without hesitation. At this time, Han Xiaoying spoke with three points of respect.

"Haha... well, let's go and meet the Taoist priest Qiu Chujiqiu..."

Fang Ming waved his sleeves and immediately took Han Xiaoying to Shaanxi and headed towards Qinling Mountains.

...

Zhongnan Mountain.

This is a branch of the Qinling Mountains. Since the Han and Tang Dynasties, many Taoist masters have been secretly practicing here. They are known as "Immortal City", "Crown of Cave Heaven", "The No. 1 Blessing Place in the World", etc.

"Okay! The clear air is swaying, the mountains are green, and the luck is gathering. It is really a great place to start a sect and establish a sect and cultivate a mountain!"

Fang Ming had already learned about the existence of luck through the martial arts order, so he naturally paid more attention to Feng Shui metaphysics. The collection of books in the royal family of the Song Dynasty included all this content, and Fang Ming had gained a lot after studying hard.

"Look, Zhongnan Mountain relies on the Qinling Dragon to obtain the essence of the Central Plains dragon, and its blessings and luck are all first-class. The Quanzhen Li School has really laid the foundation for a vein. The Chongyang Real People's gaze is long-term..."

Fang Ming looked at the direction of the dragon vein in Zhongnan Mountain, but sighed.

It is said that although Taoism is a local sect in the Middle Land, each sect and vein are not in harmony with each other, and it emphasizes conflicts with the void and quietness, and is not in conflict with the world. Therefore, cohesion can be called a mess. After all, foreign monks are still good at chanting scriptures, and Buddhism is the only one.

During the Tang Dynasty and even during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Buddhism was prosperous, with the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers and towers in the mist and rain. It was said that the Brahma Army was prosperous.

Unfortunately, it was in its peak and decline. In the Song area, the Taoist fortune that had been suppressed by the Fan Sect began to explode. Real people emerged one after another. There were Wang Chongyang in the north and Zhang Ziyang in the south. Taoism unified the world, and even the monster Lin Lingsu was born, suppressing Buddhism in an unsatisfactory way.

Only the strong have the right to speak, and Fang Ming naturally followed the good and directly dressed up in Taoism.
Chapter completed!