God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

These unique skills are the foundation of Shaolin, the essence and soul of Shaolin's thousands of years of inheritance!

Even more irritating, Mo Yi also said that he just flipped through it, practiced, and the power was okay, and the old monk vomited blood...

Hearing (bhcb) Mo Yi's words, the old monk couldn't bear it any longer, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out, completely pissed off by Mo Yi.

The Dongfang Bai next to him laughed even more, and the old monk's injury was aggravated by Mo Yi's words.

Even Feng Qingyang laughed, watching this scene is really heartwarming.

The other Shaolin monks were pale.

The old monk has practiced the Vajra Prajna palm for nearly a hundred years, but he is not as strong as Mo Yi, who has practiced for a few months, is this still worth it?

The old monk nodded, looked at Mo Yi, trembling all over, and said solemnly: "Okay, okay, thief, you burn my scriptures pavilion, steal my secret books, and steal my Shaolin secret skills, the sin is unforgivable, today The old man is going to…”

"You're going to die, aren't you?" Mo Yi interrupted him directly and said with a smile, "Forget it, today I'll show you what the real seventy-two stunts are!"

With that said, Mo Yi stepped forward, shook hands into claws, and grabbed the old monk's throat.

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

The old monk's face changed sharply, and he hurriedly dodged away, but Mo Yi still scratched the monk's robe, leaving a bloodstain on his left shoulder, which made the old monk's face very ugly.

"This is just the beginning!" Mo Yi smiled faintly, changed his claws into fingers, and poked directly at the old monk's forehead.

"Moke's decision!"

The old monk's face changed again, and he hurriedly greeted him with a palm.

Snapped!

Mo Yi's Mo Ke pointed at the old monk's palm, making the old monk's palm numb, and he took two steps back.

On the other hand, Mo Yi shook his head, his right hand changed instantly, stepped forward, and pointed out again.

Snapped!

With one finger down, the old monk took a few steps back, his face flushed red, his right hand was completely numb, almost completely abolished.

"Vajra Fingers!" The old monk leaned against the wall behind him before he stopped and couldn't help exclaiming, his face was as pale as paper, and his heart was even more cold sweat.

First the Vajra Prajna Palm, then the Dragon Claw Hand, then the Moke Fingers, and now the Vajra Fingers!

What the heck, Mo Yi, how many seventy-two stunts do you know?

For a time, the old monk's face was extremely ugly, and he finally understood what Mo Yi said, "Sure enough, I do look like the best soft persimmon to squeeze, but I'm afraid you will slap your hands!"

It's really a soft persimmon, it can kill people!

Thinking of this, the old monk regretted not falling, but he was helpless.

"I said, let you see what the seventy-two stunts are, then let you see more!"

With that said, Mo Yi rushed up again, his right hand was like a knife, but like a flame, he slashed straight at the old monk.

The old monk's face changed sharply, and he quickly put out his palms and raised his hands to resist, but he was still smashed and flew out, blood spilled into the sky, and his chest was covered with black embers, as if he had been burned by fire.

"This is... the wood-burning knife technique!".

The 3th chapter of the main body is to burn the Tibetan scriptures again (5/[-])

"Wood-burning knife technique!"

It is also one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts!

The old monk couldn't be calm any longer, he slapped his palm on the ground quickly, and the whole person stood up instantly, looking at Mo Yi, his eyes were full of inconceivable, full of fright.

From the beginning of the fight to now, in just a few rounds, every time Mo Yi makes a move, it is a new seventy-two-stunt.

Moreover, every style, whether it is the Dragon Claw Hand, the Vigorous Vajra Finger, or the Wood-burning Saber Technique, has been successfully practiced and is extremely powerful.

This made the old monk look extremely ugly, and was even more affected.

This is Shaolin's seventy-two stunts. Why is Mo Yi, the head of Huashan, more proficient than them?

For a time, the same thought swirled in the hearts of other Shaolin monks.

Each of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts is profound and profound.

Ordinary eminent monks, if they can practice one or two kinds of them in their lifetime, they are already considered successful.

Even a genius monk, who has exhausted his whole life, can master three or four kinds, even if it is rare.

But Mo Yi has learned so much in just a few months, and he has achieved some success in his cultivation, which is simply incredible.

Mo Yi smiled lightly, without moving his feet or body, he moved several feet on the ground and landed directly in front of the old monk.

"Moving on the ground, this is the big moving movement method in the seventy-two stunts!"

The old monk couldn't help exclaiming that Mo Yi had even learned this mysterious movement technique.

And to make a change, the original big move movement method is mainly to fight against people.

It has the same effect as the snake-like raccoon of the Jiuyin Zhenjing.

Mo Yi, on the other hand, is a perfect use, can advance and retreat, and the speed is extremely fast.

"If you have some knowledge, eat my palm!"