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Chapter 27 Come for King Kong's Indestructible Magic
Putian worshiped the mountain, and in an instant, the whole Shaolin Temple moved upon hearing the news.

The Xuanzi generation disciples got up one after another, and the older faces couldn't help but show a look of shock and anger.

On the other side of the Arhat Hall, the lay disciples also looked angry, grabbed their weapons one after another, and rushed straight out of the mountain gate.

Worshiping the mountain is equal to a challenge.

Naturally, Tianjian and the others couldn't sit still.

I have already paid homage to the mountain, so it is obviously impossible to invite me to the Daxiong Palace.

Immediately, Tianjian and the others stood up and headed out of the mountain gate.

Soon, a large number of people gathered in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha!"

With a sound of the Buddha's name, Abbot Tianjian walked out, and his eyes fell directly on the long-known but first-time master of painstaking master whose personality was completely different from the rumors.

Before he could open his mouth, Master Kuxin raised his head and said: "Painstakingly came here for only one purpose, to seek the invincibility of Vajra, and to teach my disciple Chengkong. The poor monk guarantees that this practice is only available to my disciple. Learn, don't pass it on."

"Bold!"

After the words fell, the monk Tianxing who came out was immediately angry.

He is in charge of the Discipline Academy, and he has a relatively hot personality. When ordinary disciples see him, they don't dare to show their anger.

King Kong is not bad, it is the core of Songshan Shaolin Town School, one of the four great skills, the strongest martial arts other than Yi Jin Jing, how can it be passed on to outsiders?

Abbot Tianjian clasped his hands together and said, "Master Painful, I'm sorry, but I can't agree to your request. This exercise is my Songshan Shaolin Township's exercise. You must read it if you are the first one."

Tianxing didn't have such a good temper, and said angrily: "What a painstaking effort, you are also an eminent monk, Putian Shaolin also has inherited exercises, not to mention that the Shaoyang boy's exercise is a first-class exercise, if someone comes to ask Take it, will you give it?"

The painstaking monk said: "If Songshan is willing, the poor monk is willing to exchange my Putian Shaoyang boy's kung fu for the indestructible magic kung fu, and the previous conditions remain the same. I will not pass it on to anyone other than my disciples."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but startled.

Putian is no better than Songshan.

There are not many top-level inheritances there, and Shaoyang Tongzi Kung Fu is definitely the top-level kung fu method of the sect, which is the same as the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing.

Abbot Tianjian said directly: "Amitabha, the poor monk has already understood the intention of Master Kuxin. If it is something else, even if you don't want to change it, you can pass it on to your disciples. You can't learn it unless you're the master."

The bitter monk nodded: "Painful worship the mountain."

After the words fell, a young man in white monk clothes came out, "Putian Shaolin Temple, disciple of Chengzi generation, Chengkong, please enlighten me!"

A disciple of the generation of characters..

Songshan Putian has different titles.

On the Songshan side are Ling, Tian and Xuan.

And Putian, smell, bitter, bear.

Chengkong, that is to say, the white-clothed Buddha who is quite famous in the world today.

Tian Jian and the others fixed their eyes and their expressions became serious.

The painstaking worship of the mountain was beyond their expectations, and the purpose was even more unimaginable.

And the challenged disciples made them even more troublesome. For the disciples of the Chengzi generation, Shaolin Temple can only exclude the Xuanzi generation.

There are three generations of Xuan characters.

The biggest one is [-].

The middle session is [-].

The youngest class has just started.

As for Xuan Cheng and the others, they happened to be in the middle class and hadn't grown up yet.

"Arrogance, I'll meet you!"

The mountain gate has already been marked, so naturally there is no way to retreat.

That is a lay disciple, who has been in Songshan for five years, and he is also a very powerful person among the lay disciples.

He learned from Shaolin Temple's horizontal kung fu iron cloth shirt. His body is huge and his muscles are like iron.Just standing up gave everyone an unspeakable sense of oppression.

drink!
With a low shout, it exploded like thunder, taking people's hearts away.

As soon as you play, you go all out.

He was originally a son of a good family. After his family was persecuted to death by the officials, he fled his hometown and came to Songshan by coincidence to become a disciple of Shaolin laymen.

He has given a precept against killing, and his mind is no better than that of ordinary monks.

Raising the iron fist, he directly hit the challenging Chengkong. With that figure, that speed, and that strength, if he hits it, even the bluestone might be smashed.

However, facing the opponent's fist, the Buddha in white didn't move, allowing the terrifying fist to land on his chest.

Bang!
There was a sound, like a stone falling into the sea, without stirring up any waves.

The man was taken aback, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

The white-clothed Buddha raised his head, his calm face remained unchanged, and he reached out and grabbed the fist in front of his chest.

Pinch lightly.

crackle!

With a sound, the iron fist, which was supposed to be extremely hard, shattered like tofu at this moment.

Ah!
With a scream, the lay disciple fell to his knees with a pale face, and the severe pain from his arm took away all his strength in an instant.

The Buddha in white raised his right hand, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, he slapped the layman's body with his palm.

Bah!
The big man, who was nearly two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred catties, flew up like confetti at this moment, and fell out.

"Damn!!!"

Faced with this scene, Monk Tianxing and the others were shocked.

Even the strength of the body protection could not be broken, so naturally he lost, that pinch was no longer necessary, let alone the subsequent palm.

Abbot Tianjian took a breath and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!" The voice trembled, showing the unrest in his heart.

"Too deceiving!"

The Xuanzi generation disciple couldn't bear it anymore.

Although lay disciples are different from ordained monks like them, they are not strangers.

Especially the lay disciple who made the move was actually preparing to become a monk, that is to say, everyone will be considered as formal senior brothers soon.

Humans live in groups. After five years of living, why do we have fewer friends?

"Xuan Xin, ask for advice!"

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old monk came out, his aura became great, his pupils were refined, and his strength was extremely extraordinary.

Xuanxin, the first disciple of the Xuanzi generation in Shaolin Temple, is not bad in strength, and is also a genius disciple of that generation.He also practiced the Great Vajra Palm, but it is not comparable to Xuan Cheng and Xuan Ci, but he only practiced this skill for ten years, and the power of the Vajra Palm is astonishing.

Not a lay disciple, a rare serious look appeared in the eyes of the Buddha in white clothes.

External transmission and true transmission, those are two concepts, I still understand this point.

The lay disciples of Shaolin Temple basically only practice martial arts, and seldom involves gong. After all, lay disciples generally enter the third sect for only one year, and at most three years will go down the mountain.As for gong, except for a small number of geniuses, it takes three to five years to get started, and seven or eight years to achieve a certain result.

Therefore, if you only go up the mountain for a short time, you will not be able to teach skills.

After all, Shaolin Temple exercises are extremely domineering, and those with poor temperament can easily go crazy in practice.

Stretching out his hands, he may be physically far inferior to the lay disciple who was quickly carried in and sent for treatment, but his power is even stronger.

With the powerful Vajra Palm, together with the hands, the unparalleled strength of the Vajra began to show.

Among the crowd, Xuanci and the others couldn't help but take a deep breath at this moment, even if they are geniuses, after all they have too little time to practice, so naturally they can't compare to Xuanxin on the court.

Immediately, I couldn't help shouting: "Brother, come on!"

In the arena, facing Shaolin Temple's advanced-level unique learning, the white-clothed Buddha took a breath and put on a stance.

"Taizu Changquan, please!"

The pupils shrank, not only Xuanxin, but most of the Songshan Shaolin Temple disciples' complexions changed at this moment.

It cannot be said that Taizu Changquan is not well-known. After all, it was created by the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, so it naturally has a reputation. But this is boxing, not boxing, and it is not to say that it looks down on it. Its concept is completely different from martial arts in the world. , after all, the person who created this boxing technique does not know internal strength.

"How brave!"

Putian Shaolin Temple is not without martial arts.

However, he chose to use Taizu's long fist. It was obvious that the Buddha in white didn't think highly of him at all. Even the state of mind that had practiced Buddhism for more than ten years couldn't help but break his defense at this moment.

The vajra strength gathers both palms, and the first move is a heavy move.

Crouching star crouching tiger!

This trick has two key points.

Squat down and lie down.

Don't look at it as simple as it sounds, there are so many ways in it, if you don't use it well, you can't use your power, and it will mess up your own momentum.

Available now.One step forward, Xuan Xin didn't see any extra movements, squatting down, a terrifying power surged out at the same time, with both hands on top, the momentum of crouching a tiger was achieved.

The white-clothed Buddha didn't feel flustered at all, his footsteps moved, and when Xuanxin was using half of his moves, he bullied himself and went forward, holding the whip with one stroke.Destroy the lower body with steps, and attack with whip punches.

Seeing this, Xuanxin couldn't help but panic in his heart, the strength he had accumulated from squatting immediately dissipated, but after all he had practiced martial arts for more than ten years, he still had some experience, his feet sank hard and he forced himself to hold his broken pile, his waist With a full pull, retreat and pull out the distance, and at the same time, directly shoot out with both palms in a half-style crouching tiger.

The expression of the white-clothed Buddha remained unchanged, and the single whip turned halfway, and the seven stars advanced.

In an instant, both fists were like rain, and before Xuan Xin's palm was slapped out, they were fast and slow. In an instant, seven or eight punches landed on Xuan Xin at the same time.Although it was a quick fight, the fists of Buddha in white were not chaotic.Every punch went straight to Xuanxin's key point, and the punch style fell, and the true energy in Xuanxin's whole body was also scattered.

Ghost kicks!
Without waiting for Xuanxin to retreat, the Buddha in white clothes stepped between his legs, kicked out three legs in an instant, and kicked directly under Xuanxin's knees.

Click!

Accompanied by the sound of bone cracking, Buddha in white clothes punched again, piercing punch.

Bah!
When he came to his senses, Xuan Xin only had time to let out a miserable groan, and was directly beaten upside down and flew out, falling into the crowd.

"Senior Brother Xuanxin!!!"

With a cry of surprise, the disciple of the Xuanzi generation couldn't help but panic.

"Very poisonous!"

However, upon closer inspection, everyone's expressions changed. Xuanxin's legs were unnaturally drooping aside, and his chest was even more caved in. There were visible fist marks, and his face was like gold paper.

There is no doubt that the opponent is rushing to kill.

Facing the extremely angry eyes of the crowd, the white-clothed Buddha's face was still calm, and he glanced at the crowd indifferently: "Amitabha, is the highest level of disciples of Xuanzi generation? If it is only like this, it will be too disappointing. The so-called hundred-year-old temple, the righteous leader, is nothing more than that!"

Just saying that, the crowd who were already furious suddenly burst into smoke.

Xuan Ci immediately exploded, and jumped out, his face full of anger.

"Amitabha, you bastard, Maitreya laughed so much, you forgot that I, Buddha, is on fire!!!"

"I'm here to meet you!!!"

(End of this chapter)