"boom!"

After Yang Yi fought fiercely with the old monk for a hundred moves, he suddenly slapped out his palm and hit the nameless old monk. The monks onlookers were all surprised when they saw him slap this palm.

Some old monks shouted: "Dalik Vajra Palm! Why does he have this set of palm techniques?"

It turned out that the palm that Yang Yi had just slapped was the powerful Vajra Palm among the 72 Shaolin's unique skills.

This nameless old monk would make the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. Although the onlookers were shocked, they were more excited. The old monk saw that he was a senior master in Shaolin Temple. He learned these 72 unique skills. They only had the principle of happiness but no worries.

But Yang Yi is not a Shaolin disciple, and he can actually have Shaolin skills, so they can't help but be surprised.

After Yang Yi slapped out his powerful Vajra Palm, he punched out without waiting for the old move. After the punch was shot out, the monks onlookers made another noise, and this punch was the Wei Tuo Pestle.

After Yang Yiwei Tuo hit the pestle, he turned his fist into a finger. One finger pointed out, and it turned out one finger Zen.

Amid the screams of the bald door outside this circle, Yang Yi's moves were constantly changing, sometimes it was the Arhat Fist, sometimes it was the Flower-Ching Finger, sometimes it was the Vajra Palm, sometimes it was the Wuxiangjie Finger, sometimes it was the Qianye Tathagata Hand. In a moment, more than ten boxing techniques have been produced, each move is the unique skill of Shaolin. The exquisiteness of the move and the superb power have really surpassed everyone's desires, and reached an extreme perfection.

But when they were the same 72 unique skills of Shaolin, they were dignified and solemn when they were used from the old monk, and they were very dignified and had strict Dharma appearances. The taste of "Zen" in Zen martial arts was extremely strong.

However, when he used it from Yang Yi, he became more heroic and generous, more relaxed and generous, and more powerful. The taste of "Zen" did not have, but the taste of "wu" increased greatly.

The two of them are as superb and magical as they are, but their charm is very different.

When Yang Yi first started using Shaolin Kung Fu, he was a little unfamiliar, but after a few moves, he became proficient. In the end, his mind and mind were in harmony, and his mind and body were fully understood. These seventy-two unique skills were clear in his chest, and he no longer had any stagnation. He had already had his own unique boxing intention in his attack.

After using all the 72 Shaolin skills, Yang Yi let out a long roar and shouted: "The 72 skills are indeed extraordinary, but they stop there!" Suddenly, he punched it, which was the most common move of the Black Tiger to heart.

This black tiger is heart-wrenching. Not only does this move in Shaolin boxing, but this move is indispensable in all the martial arts techniques in the world.

This is the most common and popular in the martial arts world, and even ordinary people who know how to do martial arts. When fighting, the move of a chest punch is also the most commonly used, so no one can do it.

But after this ordinary black tiger was shot out with his heart, the air in the whole yard condensed, and the fist wind was like a tide surging, sweeping the world. Everyone in the yard was driven by the force of this punch, and their upper body couldn't help but tilt towards Yang Yi's punch.

This punch is as fast as lightning and as slow as an old cow pulls a cart. The charm is elusive and undecisive, giving people an extremely contradictory feeling.

With a muffled "Puff", the nameless old monk sweeping the floor was already hit by Yang Yi's punch. His body rose higher and higher in the air, passing through the treetops, through the eaves of the tall building, and finally landed on the roof of the Sutra Pavilion. A squirm of blood pulled out a red line in the air and fell on the ground, on the trees, bricks and stones, and roofs.

After the old monk spit out another mouthful of blood on the roof of the Sutra Library, he spoke, "Good, good! The donor just saw me performing boxing skills and learned all the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. This kind of mental power, wisdom, knowledge, and vision is that even if the ancestor Bodhidharma personally came, I am afraid that it may not be as good as you."

He gasped and said, "The donor is like a divine dragon. At this time, it is the Nine Heavens. Why bother to be indifferent to the world? How can I make things difficult for my secular sect?"

Even though the old monk was seriously injured, he was standing on the top of a tall building and speaking, and everyone could still hear clearly, as if he was whispering in his ears.

At this time, after the onlookers heard the old monk's words, they realized that Yang Yi's seventy-two unique skills had been used by the old monk, and he learned them. He was even more surprised that he could not believe that there was such a person in the world.

After hearing the old monk's words, Yang Yi said, "If I don't care about this matter, there will always be a thorn in my heart. Only by ending this matter will I feel happy!"

Yang Yi said: "Old monk, if there is a bad cause, there will be a bad result. This is your Buddhist view. Ye Erniang harmed countless young children, so he should be killed. Xuan Ci, as a Shaolin abbot, committed the precept of lust, met Ye Erniang in private, and finally gave birth to a son..."

Yang Yi looked at the monks around him and said, "This is a small matter, let's not talk about him."

After Yang Yi said this, all the monks at the scene were shocked. Compared with the seventy-two unique skills that the old monk and Yang Yi had just used, this sentence made them even more unbelievable.

For a moment, the monks were in an uproar.

Master Xuanku walked out of the circle and drank at Yang Yi: "This donor, you have a profound self-control skills and make trouble for me. My Shaolin is not as good as others. There is nothing to say. But it is not worth talking nonsense, spreading rumors and slandering the abbot in my temple."

Yang Yi said: "Slander or not, just come and confront each other!" He whispered: "Xuanci, aren't you coming out yet? If you don't come out again, I will burn this Zen ancestral land with fire!"

After Yang Yi finished shouting this sentence, a majestic and clear voice sounded from a nearby yard, "Amitabha, I'll come to see the donor!"

When the monks heard this, they turned around one after another.

A figure slowly appeared in the moon gate, and a tall old monk came over, and the monks gave way.

Xuan Ku clasped his hands together and said, "Abbot, you are here!"

The person who comes is Xuan Ci.

Yang Yi saw that his face was majestic and his expression was dignified. His actions showed great power, and his appearance was far superior to those of the monks. However, at this time, his qi and blood were floating, his internal breath was unstable, and he seemed to have suffered internal injuries. It should have been shocked by Yang Yi's roar during his retreat, and his internal breath went a fork.

Xuanci slowly arrived in front of Yang Yi. Instead of looking at Yang Yi, he bent down and helped Ye Erniang, who was curled up in a low voice, and suddenly shed tears and said, "Good, good! Erniang, you should be captured and killed by someone for your own selfishness. I have never stopped you, so I should be killed."

He sighed, turned around and looked at the monks in the yard, and said slowly, "I had a bad relationship with Er Niang more than 20 years ago and gave birth to a child. I had already violated the great precepts. Moreover, Er Niang killed innocent babies in the world because her child was kidnapped and changed her temperament. I never stopped her. The crime was even greater. But in order to protect her face, I have never had the courage to tell you that I can take this opportunity today to explain it one by one."

When the monks saw that he had confessed his own affairs, they were all unbelievable, but they had to believe it. For a moment, they were surprised, sad, contempt, sympathy, disdain and other expressions appeared on the monks' faces.

When Ye Erniang saw Xuanci appear, she looked frightened and wanted to speak, but her body was lit, her whole body was stiff, and her mouth couldn't be opened. When she looked at Xuanci's eyes, she kept crying.

Yang Yi sighed and flicked his fingers, unbuttoning Ye Erniang's acupoint.

Ye Erniang trembled, suddenly jumped up and shouted, "How did you say it? What should I do? What should I do?" She looked panicked. She didn't care about her safety, but was very frightened by Xuan Ci's confession.

Xuanci stretched out his arms and hugged Ye Erniang in his arms, and said warmly: "Er Niang, you have suffered so many years!"

Ye Erniang cried out loudly, "I don't suffer! You can't tell the pain in the temple, but it's really hard!"

Seeing that the two of them were expressing their feelings to each other in front of many monks, Yang Yi sneered: "You are suffering? Isn't the babies you killed? Do parents who die of children not suffer?"

Xuan Ci's body was shocked and said, "Yes, they are even more bitter!"

"Just you know!"

Yang Yi looked around the monks and asked loudly: "I ask you, Xuan Ci helped the evildoer to abuse him. He knew that Ye Erniang killed the baby without stopping it, and Ye Erniang even killed many young children with his own hands. Should he kill him?"

When the monks at the scene heard Yang Yi’s questioning, they all remained silent.

Yang Yi sneered: "If you don't speak, I will just treat you as your default!"

He didn't use weapons when he was fighting with the old monk in gray just now, but he pulled out the long sword behind him and smiled: "I guess you are embarrassed to do it, I'll do it for you!"

With a sword, he stabbed forward and pierced Xuanci and Ye Erniang who were holding each other.

Amid the cries of the monks, Yang Yi had already withdrawn his sword and returned to the sheath.

As the blood sprayed, Yang Yi turned around and left.

"happy!"
Chapter completed!