The strongest shuttle system

chapter 182
"According to the meaning of the national teacher, in today's world, is there really someone who is proficient in my 72 unique Shaolin skills?"

At this time, standing opposite Jiumozhi, a monk with big ears on the left side said with a smile.

Lin Fan looked at it.

Opposite Jiumozhi, stood three monks.

Needless to say.

The one standing in the middle should be Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the appearance of an eminent monk.

However, thinking of Ye Erniang's actions and the relationship with Xuanci, Lin Fan felt sick.

I snorted inwardly.

Xuanci cannot escape the responsibility for the sins Ye Erniang committed.

"good."

Jiumozhi nodded with a smile, looking enigmatic.

"Hehe, then I would like to ask the national teacher, who is this great hero you are talking about?"

The great monk couldn't help but put a sneer on his face.

"The words "big hero" are truly ashamed!"

Jiumozhi smiled modestly.

"Did you mean you?"

The great monk was taken aback for a moment, obviously he was shown 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 Shaolin Temple. Among the 72 unique skills, Maha Finger, Prajna Palm and Vajra Fist have never been passed on to others. How did the Master learn it?"

"Young monk dare not utter wild words, and ask Master Xuansheng for advice!"

Jiumozhi's expression sank.

Then, he spun around and flew to the side of Xiang Ding.

I saw Jiumozhi sweeping his legs, and immediately, Xiangding was hit high into the sky.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Jiumozhi leaned forward and came under the incense cauldron, and punched far into the air.

"clang!"

The incense tripod made a crisp sound, and the incense ash in the tripod scattered.

The falling incense cauldron was thrown high into the sky again.

"Great Vajra Fist!"

Master Xuan Sheng was shocked.

"Bravo!"

Immediately, all the monks in the surrounding Shaolin Temple couldn't help whispering.

Everyone looked at Jiumozhi in shock.

And Jiumozhi didn't stop, stomped his foot, the stone slab cracked, and Jiumozhi flew up, chasing the flying incense cauldron.

Then, a palm shot out.

"bump!"

I saw that there was a clear palm print on the incense cauldron.

"Hannya Palm!"

The monk with big ears on that side had a look of disbelief on his face.

This is not over yet.

After Jiumozhi slapped his palm, he kept his body shape and used lightness kung fu to chase after the flying incense tripod.

In a moment, he came to the top of the incense cauldron, and punched the inside of the incense cauldron from top to bottom.

"boom!"

The incense ash splashed, the incense cauldron fell, and in an instant, the incense cauldron landed in its original position.

And Jiumozhi also flew down and landed on the incense cauldron.

"Three hells! This is the trick of Mahazhi!" Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said solemnly.

Lin Fan looked at Jiumozhi who was pretending to beep, and felt extremely speechless.

This product is a real bull beep, and even the routine of pretending to be beep remains the same.

It was exactly the same as when it was at Tenryuji Temple.

Haven't seen you in months.

Jiumozhi's martial arts has improved to a certain extent.

However, for Lin Fan, it was still not enough.

With Lin Fan's current state, there are really not many martial arts that caught his eye.

Lin Fan's eyes turned, looking at a group of Shaolin monks.

After a while, Lin Fan saw Xu Zhu who had met once in Leigu Mountain.

In the original book, all the monks were intimidated by Jiumozhi.

Only Xu Zhu has practiced Xiaoyao School Kungfu, he can see that Jiumozhi is not using Shaolin Kungfu.

But this time.

Like other monks, Xu Zhu was also in a daze, looking at Jiumozhi in shock.

See this situation.

Lin Fan couldn't help smiling.

If it is said that in the Tianlong world, who has the most luck, it must be Xu Zhu.

Duan Yu fell off the cliff and got Beiming Magic Art, Lingbo Weibu, such a great chance, 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 and directly obtained Wu Yazi's skill of more than 80 years.

This is not finished.

Afterwards, by mistake, he also absorbed the internal power of the two big men, Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun, and became a top martial artist in the martial arts world.

If it weren't for his xinxing cultivation base, he could only exert two or three out of ten of his internal strength.

I am afraid that except for the sweeping monk, no one in the world is invincible.

After glancing at Xu Zhu, Lin Fan looked away.

If there is no great opportunity, Xu Zhu may end up in Shaolin in this life.

However, this may not be a good thing for Xu Zhu who is dedicated to Buddha.

Maybe decades later, another eminent monk will appear in Shaolin Temple.

Lin Fan looked around at the monks again.

At this time, the entire mountain behind Shaolin Temple became completely silent.

All the monks were completely overwhelmed by Jiumozhi's kung fu.

But Jiumozhi looked at the monks in Shaolin, and couldn't help but feel complacent in his heart.

That's what he wants.

The last trip to Tianlong Temple, if Lin Fan hadn't stepped in, the effect might not be inferior to today's.

Jiumozhi couldn't help thinking of Lin Fan in his mind, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

For so many years, it can be said that he suffered a big loss at the hands of Lin Fan.

Looking at the monks in Shaolin, Jiumozhi temporarily suppressed other thoughts in his mind.

Jumping down from the incense cauldron, Jiumozhi looked at Xuanci and the other three, and said with a smirk: "Young monk is not good at training, please give me some advice from the master."

The aggressive tone made the monks very angry.

"The national teacher is too modest!"

Master Xuan Sheng looked calm and said with clasped hands.

Jiumozhi didn't speak, but squinted his eyes, staring coldly at Abbot Xuanci, waiting for him to speak.

"Amitabha!"

Xuanci sighed, chanted a Buddha's name loudly, and then said: "Beyond the sky, there is a sky, and there are people beyond people. This old monk has studied hard for decades. Compared with the martial arts of the national teacher, it is really nothing!"

Jiumozhi was secretly happy when he heard the words.

What kind of martial arts in the world came out of Shaolin? At this time, it is not enough to give up in front of the poor monk.

Thinking of this, Jiumozhi felt a strong sense of accomplishment.

Standing up with one palm, looking sideways at the sky, pretending to beep: "It's so good, why is Master Fang Zhang so humble?"

The next moment, Xuanci said: "It's just that my generation is not good at martial arts, Shaolin martial arts are profound and profound, we need to practice more, Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

When the monks heard the words, they couldn't help clasping their hands together.

Jiumozhi never expected that his trip would go so smoothly.

Among the group of stupid monks in Shaolin Temple, none of them saw their true details.

However, this is just right, and it will save him a lot of trouble.

"Abbot Xuanci, Shaolin 72 unique skills, but that's it, then this word must be changed?" Jiumozhi said.

The monk with big ears on the other side was furious, and couldn't help saying: "The national teacher is powerful, but it's not good to be aggressive!"

Jiumozhihun didn't care, and said: "Hehe, in fact, according to the young monk's opinion, Shaolin Temple might as well be disbanded from today, and all eminent monks go their separate ways, wouldn't it be much better than just dawdling in this famed Shaolin Temple! "

When the monks heard the words, they were furious: "Where did you come from, you are talking nonsense here. Shaolin Temple is an authentic school of martial arts, how can you allow you to slander."

(End of this chapter)