Great Song catcher

Chapter 63 Opening of the Great Hall ([-] words!)

Tianji Palm, a peerless palm technique lost by the Zhenwu Sect for 300 years.

It is said that this set of palms was created by the founder of the Zhenwu School, who observed the way of the cycle of the sky, and it contains supreme power. There have been seniors of Zhenwu who used this palm to travel around the rivers and lakes, competing with the crowned Dragon Palm. No defeat at all.

Even with Master Qiankun's disposition, after seeing this set of long-lost peerless palm techniques, he couldn't help being extremely excited. He didn't care much, and directly stepped on Tai Chi and flew up to grab the stone slab.

The yin and yang energies around him were spinning non-stop, knocking all the fighters who blocked him into the air, but did not hurt any of them, but it was precisely because of this that the people around became more unscrupulous and rushed towards Master Qiankun.

Seeing this scene, Nie Feng and Tie Rushan looked at each other, nodded in agreement, and directly performed lightness kung fu to come to Master Qiankun's side.

"Get out of here!"

Nie Feng twisted his fists, sweeping forward with domineering force, and in an instant, several people were seriously injured and flew backwards. Their bodies fell from mid-air on the Baiyu school ground, and became the ghosts of others.

And Tie Rushan is even more straightforward, his tiger cracking big empty hand is fierce and ruthless, but anyone who meets him will either be disemboweled or separated.

Only one warrior hid quickly, but he also broke his arms, and finally was beheaded by a swordsman on the school field.

"Senior, go grab the slate, we blocked these people for you!"

Nie Feng, dressed in black, stood facing the heroes with his hands behind his back, gradually covering his surroundings with an overwhelming aura.

Although Tie Rushan didn't speak, a ferocious aura swept away from his body.

With these two door gods blocking the way, even if the rest of the people were unwilling, they did not dare to continue to rush forward. After all, the lessons learned from the past are there. For a martial arts secret book, let alone offend the real martial arts sect, and then put their own lives on it , no matter how you think about it, it is not worthwhile.

"Thank you two little friends!"

Without any obstruction, Master Qiankun waved his robe sleeves lightly, covering the stone slab like a flowing cloud, and a golden scroll with radiant divine light immediately appeared in his palm, with the hexagram aura vertical and horizontal, forming a huge gossip diagram, Rotate around Master Qiankun.

"The ancestors of the past generations have spirits in the sky, and this disciple finally found the Tianji Palm today! Thank you for your blessing! Thank you for your blessing!"

Master Qiankun looked at the scroll in his hand and couldn't help crying.

After helping Master Qiankun to obtain the secret book, Nie Feng did not sit still, but rushed directly to another stone slab, smashing a few people who were blocking the way with his Mountain Breaking Fist, and Nie Feng reached out and grabbed the stone slab.

Immediately, black waves surged to the sky, and the stone slab turned into a roll of black jade-like bamboo slips, with red light shining faintly on the surface.

"Black Water Divine Art..."

Looking at the red glowing text on the bamboo slips, he recognized this set of martial arts. It turned out to be the unique martial arts of the Yellow River God, and the Black Water Divine Art that had been lost for 500 years.

"Hand over the cheats!"

Seeing that Nie Feng had seized a martial art, three figures immediately rose from the ground, waved their weapons, and came to surround and kill Nie Feng!

"Unbelievable!"

Nie Feng glanced across his eyebrows, and pointed the sword finger of his right hand across the air. Three streaks of flowing fire with different vigor flew out, instantly knocking their figures into the air, and falling into the crowd fighting below.

Immediately afterwards, Nie Feng grabbed another stone slab. The martial arts cheats here are not ordinary common goods. They are either unique skills from various schools and schools, or long-lost supernatural skills. After six doors, it would not be a bad idea to go to the Hall of Merit and Exchange for some pills.

Another stone slab was taken, and the scroll exuded an infinite sharpness of killing, as if it was about to tear the sky.

"White Tiger Seven Kills Monument!"

"This is the martial arts of Xiao Baihu, the king of Qingzhou back then!"

Nie Feng won two martial arts in a row, which has attracted the attention of many people, but because of his high cultivation base and his status as an official of the six sects, everyone is afraid.

However, those evil people are different, they are evil and crooked, and the blood debts on their bodies are unknown, and they have already been named in the capital's punishment department, so they don't care about these things, and immediately besieged and killed Nie Feng.

And Nie Feng didn't like these people in the evil way, and he was merciless in his attacks. It made him less burdened, and the eyes he looked at these people became more fiery. This is all a living experience...

"You guys are really good people!"

After killing those who besieged him, the ninth golden seal of merit has gradually formed in the sea of ​​consciousness, Nie Feng sighed sincerely.

In addition, after killing these masters of the evil sect, Nie Feng also obtained three martial arts from them.

Counting the two sets previously captured, Nie Feng has obtained a total of five martial arts cheats so far, namely:
Black Water Divine Art, White Tiger Seven Kills Monument, Gust Sweeping Leaf Legs, Seven Star Promise Sword Fingers, and Splashing Wind Demonic Stick!
He has obtained five martial arts by himself, so he has naturally become the target of public criticism, but everyone is afraid of his identity and strength, and no one dares to attack him openly.

Tie Rushan was also drenched in blood, and walked up to Nie Feng like a mad tiger. He had just killed nearly a hundred people before he won three sets of martial arts cheats.

At this time, corpses were strewn across the grounds of Baiyu Academy, and the fighting had temporarily ceased. Dozens of martial arts were all owned, and most of them fell into the hands of many top sects or famous families.

As for those lone travelers in the rivers and lakes, except for a few masters, others have nothing to gain at all.

Therefore, many people put their goals on Nie Feng and Tie Rushan.

"You two, you have such a big appetite, aren't you afraid of breaking yourself?"

A middle-aged man walked over and looked at the two of them incredulously, with evil spirits on his body and murderous intent in his eyes.

"If you are not afraid of death, come here!"

With one word, Tie Rushan choked him back.

Just now, Tie Rushan killed all directions, but he saw everything in his eyes, and asked himself that with his ability, he was still not Tie Rushan's opponent.

Suddenly, Master Qiankun led his disciples of true martial arts and walked behind Nie Feng and Tie Rushan. He didn't speak, but the meaning was self-evident.

As the saying goes: Toss it with a peach and return it with a plum.

The two of them just helped him win the long-lost martial art in his sect, now that they are suffering, how can he just sit back and ignore them?

"Mo Qiankun, could it be that you want to swallow those secret books to yourself!"

In the crowd, an old man's tone was very strange, he seemed male but not male, female but not female.

"If anyone dares to attack them, they will be enemies of the three thousand disciples of my Zhenwu sect!"

Although Master Qiankun's voice was not loud, it reached everyone's ears.

Seeing this scene, everyone around them calmed down. Maybe they could ignore Nie Feng's identity, or they could forcibly besiege and kill Tie Rushan, but they couldn't ignore the name of the True Martial Sect.

The Zhenwu Sect is a sect that has been handed down since ancient times. It has survived through thousands of years of changing times. No one can tell how deep the foundation is.

Advanced martial arts cheats are good, but this life is more important!

If he offends the six sects of the imperial court and the Zhenwu faction in the Jianghu at the same time, then he really has no place to stand.

But Nie Feng and Tie Rushan couldn't help it, and the others turned their attention to Wanyan Chong and Yeluchu.

"A person from a foreign country, what qualifications do you have to take away my unique learning from the Middle Earth, take your life!"

A black-clothed swordsman flew towards Wanyan, the long knife in his hand had a blue edge, and the knife swept away like a strong wind.

"What qualifications?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Wanyan Chong's mouth, and the iron spear in his hand swirled out. The scorching sharp energy turned into a three-legged firebird, instantly destroying the black-clothed swordsman's saber gesture, and then pierced through it non-stop. His body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"This is my qualification!"

This black-clothed swordsman is considered a well-known master in the Jianghu, but now he didn't even take a single shot from Wanyan Chong, making those who want to take advantage of this opportunity to be discouraged.

Everyone looked at Yeluchu again, but they didn't dare to continue to attack. Yeluchu and Wanyan Chong fought a few moves just now, and they were completely evenly divided, even more so.

"I didn't expect that the martial arts in China would be full of cowards!"

A voice with a strange tone suddenly sounded. Everyone followed the sound and saw that the speaker was a monk from the Western Regions. He was wearing a red monk robe. , a fierce light loomed in his eyes.

"Such two brats can scare you all. The Middle Earth Martial Arts has really disappointed the Buddha!" ​​The red-clothed monk grinned and said, the sarcasm in his tone made most of the warriors present extremely angry.

Nie Feng frowned, and was about to teach him a lesson, when he saw a young monk in a moon-white gown, walking out slowly, plain clothes and white shoes, holding a crystal rosary, his whole body was spotless.

"Amitabha……"

After reciting the Buddha's name in a low voice, the monk said slowly: "Since the master is a monk, why should he hurt others?"

"who are you?"

The monk in red rolled his eyelids and asked in a muffled voice.

"Little monk, Wuchen!"

"Dust free?"

Nie Feng frowned, knowing that the monk in red was going to be in trouble.

Wuchen, at the age of 19, was selected into the Bodhi Academy and became the first disciple of the Bodhi Academy. He is the most outstanding disciple in the two schools of Shaolin in the past 30 years. A generation of Shaolin masters.

"Are you dust-free?"

The red-clothed monk's complexion changed slightly. Even though he was in the Western Regions, he had heard of the masters of martial arts in the Middle Earth. He had heard of the name of Wuchen a long time ago. He was known as the number one disciple of Buddhism and martial arts in Shaolin Temple for 30 years.

"The master insulted me in the Central Plains Wulin. Although the little monk is a Buddhist, he is also a member of the Central Plains Wulin, so..."

"So what do you want?"

The red monk's eyes are full of disdain, he doesn't look down on Wuchen at all, he thinks that Wuchen's reputation is only given by Shaolin, otherwise, at the age of less than twenty, even if he practiced from his mother's womb, how good fortune would he be ?

"Take my palm, if Master is lucky enough not to die, this matter will be exposed!"

Wuchen's expression was calm and the wind was light, and he slowly raised his right hand, the Buddha's light was condensed on the palm, and a ten thousand-character Buddha seal manifested.

The red-clothed monk laughed angrily, and shouted: "Okay, so what if the Buddha just takes your palm!"

While speaking, golden light flashed on the monk in red, and his whole body suddenly became like a golden cast.

"Practicing the vajra horizontally will not damage the body. He is much more attainable than Fahui."

After Nie Feng saw his martial arts, he compared him with the Immortal King Kong Fahui in his mind.

"Master be careful!"

Wu Chen's right palm lightly landed on the red-clothed monk's body, and then, as if nothing had happened, he turned and walked back to the crowd where the Shaolin sect was.

"puff!"

"You... so ruthless...!"

The monk in red was bleeding from his seven orifices, his expression was extremely distorted, and his vajra body was broken by Wu Chen on the spot!
At the same time, there was a sudden loud bang in the White Jade Palace behind the school grounds, and everyone was shocked. No one cared about the life and death of the monk in red anymore.

Just now, someone took advantage of the chaos and wanted to sneak into the troubled waters of the hall to fish, but in the end they didn't even enter the gate, and were injured by the prohibition on the gate.

There is such a loud noise now, could something have happened?
Everyone followed the sound and saw that the door of the White Jade Hall was slowly opening, and endless divine light burst out from behind the door, and the rare treasures behind the door, as well as many magical weapons could be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light flew out from the door!
The edge is endless, enough to make thousands of troops change!

It turned out to be Fang Tian's painted halberd surrounded by evil spirits!

Wanyan Chong himself is good at marksmanship, and he just got another Chihuo Burning Heaven Halberd, so he is bound to get this Fangtian Painting Halberd!
However, although his speed was fast, Nie Feng was faster than him. The moment the golden light shot out, Nie Feng was already ready to strike, and grabbed Fang Tianhuaji's head almost at the same time as Wan Yanchong. tail.

"die!"

Wanyan Chong was furious, and the spear in his hand came out of the hole like a dragon, stabbing at Nie Feng's throat.

Nie Feng took his time, holding Fang Tian's painting halberd firmly with his left hand, and swirling the palm of his right hand. A ball of Yin-Yang energy blocked Wanyan Chong's long spear. Keep moving away.

Wanyan Chong also faintly felt that the spear in his hand was not listening, as if he had fallen into a quagmire.

"Let go!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the true energy in Nie Feng's body was violently destroyed, and the extreme sun magic power penetrated into Fang Tian's painting halberd. In an instant, Wanyan Chong's right hand became bloody and bloody. If he didn't let go, then his right hand would be Thoroughly minced.

For a master of using a gun, there is not much difference between the use of one hand and the use of martial arts.

As a last resort, Wanyan Chong could only give up Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, turned around and rushed into the hall.

With the halberd in his hand, Nie Feng let out a streak of red light!
Where the edge of the halberd flashed past, those warriors who came to snatch it were immediately separated and died tragically on the spot.

"What a sharp halberd!"

(End of this chapter)