Happy days in the world of martial arts

Chapter 411 The beginning of the martial arts conference

Jiumozhi seemed to be showing off his martial arts. In a short period of time, he had used twenty or thirty Shaolin unique skills, each of which was pure and proficient. When the monks of the Xuanzi generation who watched the battle saw it, they compared the two sides and shook their heads and sighed. Shaolin was so ashamed, it was defeated by people from Qingliang Temple first, and now it was defeated by Jiumozhi, the inside and outside were gone.

Some of the monks here have met Jiumozhi when they were arresting important people with the Four Great Famous People, and they also told Xuanci about it, Xuanci saw that Xu Zhu was fine for the time being, felt relieved, and shouted loudly: " Stealing martial arts is a big taboo in martial arts, Dalun Ming Wang, did you learn this Shaolin stunt from Master Murong Shi?"

Hearing this, Jiumozhi thought of the embarrassing things at the beginning, what's more, if Shaolin people insisted on saying that he was a scum of martial arts who secretly learned martial arts, he would surely die of old age in this Shaolin Temple.

The more Jiumozhi thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, but no matter how angry he is, he can't deal with this little monk in front of him. Xu Zhu's Yi Jin Jing is extremely powerful, and he has practiced the Yi Jin Jing in the most authentic way, he can do whatever he wants, fist and kick When it arrives, the skill has arrived. The simple Arhat Fist can easily defeat Jiumozhi's dazzling mastery.

Xu Zhu fought more and more happily, with the flow of tendon-yielding qi, his body felt warm, indescribably comfortable, and he had inexhaustible strength, but Jiumozhi was unlucky, he only wanted to win with Shaolin's unique skills, But no matter how you fight, you can't do anything about this Arhat Fist.

If Xu Zhu used Shaolin unique skills, Jiumozhi didn't care, Xiao Yuanshan hid in Shaolin for 30 years, thought of the method of cracking Shaolin's unique skills, and later passed it on to Murong Bo, and Murong Bo passed it on to Jiumozhi, if The monks of Xuanci's generation fought against Jiumozhi, and no one could block Jiumozhi's ten moves even if he knew the way to break it, that's how Xuanci lost.

But this Arhat Fist, if you say it can be cracked, it is really easy to crack, and if you say it is not easy to break, it is really not easy to break. At least so far, Jiumozhi has not been able to think of a way to crack the Arhat Fist.

The two fought for more than 100 moves, Jiumozhi's kung fu made people dazzled, but Xu Zhu's solid and sharp punches made people's heart skip a beat, especially the people on the mountain, seeing Xu Zhu and Jiumozhi's fight, they also had a feeling in their hearts. Feeling touched, he said in his heart that what that person said back then was good, too many unique skills are useless, and if he concentrates on practicing a unique skill, his ultimate achievements will inevitably be limitless. Thinking of this, Shenshan has a little disdain for Jiumozhi.

At this point in the fight, Jiumozhi no longer wants to win. He is a disciple of the third generation of Shaolin, and there is nothing to be happy about winning. What Jiumozhi wants to do is to kill this young monk in his 20s to get rid of a big disaster Otherwise, in another ten years, what kind of skill will this little monk have.

Jiumozhi is also confused, Xuzhu can have such power, it is the effect of the Great Returning Pill, a Great Returning Pill can compare to ordinary people's decades of hard work, plus the secret provided by Xuancheng and Xuanci Great nourishing decoctions, the silver taels spent on Xu Zhu's body may be tens of millions, although Xu Zhu has the skill of the third black class at this time, but if he wants to get to the second black class or even one, he needs not only Time, and opportunity.

Suddenly, Jiumozhi gave up the endless Shaolin unique skills, and switched to use the flame saber that he is best at, and he gave up the magnificent special effects, the huge flame saber became an invisible giant saber, making it hard for Xu Zhu to resist.

Xu Zhu has almost no fighting experience, facing Jiumozhi's best kung fu, naturally the more he fights, the more awkward he becomes, if it wasn't for the Yi Jin Jing's ability to protect the body, he would have already been beaten to the point of blood.

Xuan Ci whispered about Xu Zhu to his seniors, he thought that this is a Shaolin seed master, there must be no damage, just when he was about to stop Jiumozhi, he saw a white figure approaching, pointing out, The invisible sword energy hit Jiumozhi's flame knife, breaking Xu Zhu's circle.

The person who came was none other than Duan Yu. In the past, Jiumozhi went to Tianlong Temple to grab the sword manual. Duan Yu didn't have any good feelings for him. , Today I came to Shaolin to show off my power again, so majestic, so majestic! If the country wants to fight against others, Duan Yu will accompany you to the end."

Duan Yu has long practiced the Beiming Divine Art, and even sucked up all the martial arts scum in the Dali Sky Prison. His skill is so high that it is rare in the world. Even if Jiumozhi had an adventure, he couldn't compare to Duan Yu at this time.

Feeling the power of Duan Yu's sword, Jiumozhi smiled and said: "Why did Duan Shizi say that? I just want to compete with the eminent monks in Shaolin, there is no other meaning. The past events are just for the sake of deceased friends. My last wish is to exchange Shaolin 72 unique skills for the sword manual of the Six Meridians Excalibur, which can be regarded as sincere."

Duan Yu snorted coldly: "Exchanging other people's martial arts for our sword manual, the master has a thick skin, he is really unparalleled in the world. Don't worry, eminent monks, although Dali is a small country on the edge of the country, I also know etiquette, integrity and shame, and learn martial arts secretly. We It is disdainful to do it, and those secret books were also burned by the national teacher with a flame knife."

Just when everyone was talking about each other, a lot of individual travelers from the Jianghu arrived. At this time, the power of the martial arts sect was getting weaker and weaker with the appearance of the royal arsenal, but most of the individual visitors from the Jianghu were masters. Shaolin monks were laymen. I made a lot of friends from other places, and among the heroes who came, quite a few were close friends of monks of the Xuan and Hui generations. Everyone held hands to meet each other, happily told their friends, and welcomed them into the hall.

Xuanci said in a clear voice: "You all came to our temple by coincidence, Shaolin Temple is very honored, but the hospitality is not good, please forgive me."

Qun Hao said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the abbot doesn't have to be polite."

After a while, there was a sound of whistling and beating, but it was people from the beggar gang who had arrived. At this time, all the high-level members of the beggar gang had been subdued by Ding Chunqiu with poison. In the end it was exposed, so this time, Ding Chunqiu showed his true colors very simply, and went all the way to Shaolin.

Ding Chunqiu is an old devil for many years, he has done many evils, killed countless people, and even possessed such vicious kung fu skills. All the heroes hate him. Naturally, they look down on the beggar gang's behavior of worshiping Ding Chunqiu as the leader. Now Where is the chivalrous gang of beggars in the past, it is almost becoming a den of bandits.

Thinking about the time when Qiao Feng was here in the past, and thinking about it now, all the heroes lamented that the members of the Beggar Clan have no eyes, and now they are worshiped by this old devil who has a temperament and kills at will.

(End of this chapter)