the heavens

Chapter 64
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Lu Fengqiu stretched out both palms, holding yin energy in one hand and yang energy in the other. He has already fought several moves with those eminent monks of the Xuan family in a leisurely manner.

Most of these high-ranking Shaolin Xuan monks are the first ones in each courtyard of Shaolin Temple, and each of them has also practiced more than two Shaolin 72 special skills.

Picking out any one at random, they are all first-class figures in the Jianghu.

But right now, these several eminent monks of the Xuan family had no choice but to join forces to resist Lu Fengqiu.

If Lu Fengqiu was allowed to walk down Shaoshi Mountain swaggeringly today, then Shaolin Temple, the number one sect in the world, would really have come to an end.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The sound of Qi Jin colliding with internal force kept ringing.

In Lu Fengqiu's eyes, these eminent monks of the "Xuan" generation are not considered to be brilliant people. Shaolin 72's unique skills are indeed unique, but the combination of these people does not understand the principle of a joint attack, and there is no combo effect.

Lu Fengqiu saw that Monk Xuanji was not stable, so he struck him first, and slapped him, forcing Xuanji to face him with a palm, Xuanji was defeated in an instant, and there was no more. The power of war!
Seeing this, the other eminent monks didn't dare to be negligent, they punched first, another person's palm force came from behind Lu Fengqiu, and someone on the right side used the Wuxiang Jiezhi, an incomparably hot pure Yang Qi Attack towards Lu Fengqiu's right rib.

Lu Fengqiu tossed and moved in a square inch, displaying the footwork of Lingbo Weibu, this Lingbo Weibu has a miraculous effect in small-scale group battles, others can't touch you, but you can hit others.

These eminent monks of the Xuan family obviously didn't expect Lu Fengqiu to have such a strange footwork, and it was too late to change his moves to deal with it.

Lu Fengqiu moved like a rabbit, as fast as lightning.

Several eminent monks of the Xuan generation were pointed on their bodies by Lu Fengqiu one by one, and they couldn't move for a while.

So far, without the effort of half a stick of incense, all the eminent monks of the Xuan family in Shaolin Temple have lost their combat power.

Monk Xuanji clutched his chest and glared at Lu Fengqiu, but he was helpless. He really wanted to kill the enemy and was powerless!

Lu Fengqiu withdrew his hands, looked at Xuanci who was sitting firmly on the side, and asked curiously: "Why didn't Master Xuanci make a move?"

The old god Xuanci was sitting there, holding his hands and said: "I know that I am no match for the Taoist priest if I join hands with all the senior brothers. Since it is a result of whether to make a move or not to make a move, why did the old man do such useless work. "

Lu Fengqiu said: "Master Xuanci is too humble. Master's Great Vajra Palm is a unique skill that no one in Shaolin Temple has practiced for a hundred years."

Monk Xuanci smiled slightly, and said: "Since Daoist priest can come from junior brother Xuancheng, it is enough to show that Taoist priest's kung fu is already extraordinary. It is also not as good as joining forces to attack Junior Brother Xuan Cheng."

Lu Fengqiu nodded and said: "Master's eyes are like torches, and I admire him."

At this moment, a misty figure drifted from the mountains and forests. It seemed to be walking slowly, but it arrived in front of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in the blink of an eye.

"Amitabha."

A Buddha's name was proclaimed from the mouth of the figure.

It was an old monk in gray robes, his age was hard to tell, but the old monk stood there and said in his mouth: "The heart is the Buddha, the Buddha is the heart, and the heart clearly knows the Buddha. Knowing the Buddha's clear mind, being renounced is not the Buddha, and being detached from the Buddha is not the mind."

Abbot Xuanci stood up, shook his hands at the gray-robed old monk, and said, "Amitabha, please master cast down the demons."

The gray-robed old monk said: "There are no demons here, so how can you talk about subduing demons?"

When Abbot Xuanci heard the words, he was thoughtful, then held his hand and said: "I have been taught."

The gray-robed old monk looked at Lu Fengqiu, walked slowly on the ground, and said: "The Taoist priest just used the Xiao Wuxiang Kungfu of the Xiaoyao Sect, the Tianshan Zhemei Shou, the Tianshan Liuyang Palm, and a few more clever ones. The palm technique reminds me of an old friend."

Lu Fengqiu looked at the floor-sweeping monk who had been hiding in the Buddhist scripture pavilion of Shaolin Temple for more than 40 years, and couldn't help but think to himself, this person is really powerful, and it is better to see him than to be famous. If others don't know his details, they will definitely think that this old monk is a reunion. It's just an ordinary old monk, who would have thought that this old monk is an unborn master.

This is the state, the state of nuance!Back to Basics!
At Lu Fengqiu's level, he can naturally feel the horror of this sweeping monk.

Listening to thunder in a silent place, the more ordinary it is, the more powerful it is!
Lu Fengqiu smiled slightly, and said: "Father Master has good eyesight, but the poor are quite puzzled. Who is the old man that Father Master is talking about?"

The floor-sweeping monk thought for a while, and then slowly said: "It's been too long, I have forgotten the name of the old man, old things, don't mention it, don't mention it."

Lu Fengqiu said: "It seems that the battle 42 years ago will be buried in the dust after all."

Hearing the words, the floor-sweeping monk paused, and a gleam of light appeared in his cloudy old eyes. He looked at Lu Fengqiu and said, "Is the Taoist priest his disciple?"

Lu Fengqiu shook his head and said: "My name is Qingyunzi, and I am the direct descendant of Huolong Daoist."

The floor-sweeping monk listened, nodded and said: "So that's the case. It seems that the old monk is worrying too much. Since the Taoist priest came to the door, it seems that he is no longer alive."

Lu Fengqiu said: "My senior brother is indeed no longer alive."

The sweeping monk couldn't help sighing: "The best people in the world can't escape the pain of reincarnation."

Lu Fengqiu said: "Today, the poor Taoist came to Shaolin Temple, one is to gain the name of the world's number one sect, and the other is to dissolve all the enmity of these decades."

The sweeping monk held his hands and said: "Amitabha, the Taoist priest has immeasurable merits, but since the old monk is a disciple of Shaolin, he has to contribute to Shaolin. If the Taoist priest wants to win the title of the first sect in the world, he has to pass the test of the old monk. "

Lu Fengqiu said with a smile: "That's natural, and the poor have never thought of defeating others without fighting."

The sweeping monk said slowly: "The Taoist priest indeed has the legacy of an old man."

At this moment, a few figures came flying from the bamboo forest.

Lu Fengqiu glanced over, and saw that Xiao Feng and Murong Fu had arrived, and beside them were two elderly men in monk's attire, one of them was in black monk's attire, and the other was in white monk's attire.

"Murong old thief, you can't escape! Today I will avenge the killing of my wife!"

Only one of the black-clothed monks could be heard yelling in this direction.

Lu Fengqiu looked at the sweeping monk and said calmly: "They are here."

The sweeping monk said: "Don't give up wisdom and call it ignorance, take the heart as emptiness, both understanding and incomprehension are true, today should be a good time."

The four people came rushing forward, and when they saw a large group of Shaolin eminent monks lying on the ground, they all stopped.

Xiao Feng saw Lu Fengqiu at a glance.

Lu Fengqiu looked at Xiao Feng, smiled slightly and said, "Brother Xiao, have you found that villain?"

Xiao Feng showed shame, smiled wryly and said: "Master Dao knew it early in the morning. Since my father did it, it is no different from what I did. It's just that this culprit must be punished! The hatred of killing one's mother is unshakable." !"

Saying that, Xiao Feng glared at the old monk in white who was standing beside Murong Fu with tiger eyes.

"And this old man Xuanci must die too!"

The old monk in black standing beside Xiao Feng looked at Xuan Ci and shouted loudly.

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