Chapter 434: The Mountain Gate Forces Martial Arts
At the Shaolin Mountain Gate, Xia Xuanyuan and Jue Ming stood waiting in front of the gate with Feng Yu who fainted.
A young monk came in a hurry. He didn't know how long he had been running, but he was still waiting not far away. His hands were clasped together, and his gray monk's robe was clean and tidy, which gave people a plain feeling, but the monk's breath was always different.
"Amitabha, three benefactors came to visit Shaolin. What do you want me to do?"
Jue Ming took a step forward and said: "Little monk, please go back and inform me that someone from the Exiled Immortal Valley and the Xia family in Xizhou came to worship the mountain and asked for help."
The monk didn't seem to understand the Immortal Valley and the Xia family. The expression on his face did not change. He paused and recited the Buddha's name again, "Amitabha, please wait a moment for the donors. The young monk will go and report."
Seeing the young monk disappear on the way up the mountain, Xia Xuanyuan slapped Feng Yu on the forehead. He didn't know what the infuriating energy was, but it was extremely overbearing. That thing went straight into Feng Yu's consciousness.
In my mind, I was at war with each other at this moment. The muscles on my fainted face were shaking involuntarily, and the corners of my eyebrows were also trembling.
"It was so dangerous last night. Fortunately, we both didn't fall asleep. That trace of consciousness was hidden deep enough."
"Last time on the gravel beach, I probably chose to hide the interference of my obsession because of urgency. This time I am getting closer and closer to Shaolin. My breath is very unstable, and I will be affected if I don't pay attention. But I can guess
I can’t tell who he is, I really thought he was some eminent monk, he’s just a slutty monk.”
Jue Ming laughed unkindly and hit his head with a chestnut, "This kid might have a fate with that perverted monk! Hahaha."
Feeling a murderous aura approaching from the side, Jue Ming instantly shut his mouth. The joke was a bit too much.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. He refined the remaining power of the King Kong body without calming down. I am afraid that the two old guys from Nanchu did it on purpose. I guess they wanted to take the opportunity to let my son catch up with them.
Ship, it’s a pity that no one knew that this influence would come so late, and all the plans were in vain.”
"Wouldn't it be nice to marry a princess?"
"It has to be of his own free will. What's the matter behind the scenes? Sooner or later I will go and settle this account with them!"
"It's up to you. I don't know if this Shaolin monk is willing to relieve his distracting thoughts at the moment. We don't have any contact with them."
Xia Xuanyuan didn't say anything. He didn't know the outcome either. After all, the grudges were there and it was hard to tell.
The young monk still came in a hurry and returned to the three people again, "Amitabha, the abbot said, is the person who comes here is His Highness King Huai of the Tang Dynasty?"
"Exactly, he has fainted now and needs the help of Shaolin monks."
"Amitabha, if that's the case, then the abbot, please go up the mountain and talk about it."
Jue Ming was a little overjoyed, "Hey, are you so easy to talk to? I really didn't expect it, Brother Xia, why don't you go in."
"Then little Master Lao will lead the way."
A young monk led the way in the front, and two people in the back dragged a young man. Finally, they saw the real gate with the two golden characters of Shaolin written on it.
"It is worthy of being a thousand-year-old Shaolin. It is so grand and has a simple and ancient flavor!"
"It's like you've never been here before. Come in quickly."
The young monk walked to the door, and two more similarly dressed monks came out.
"Senior brother."
"Junior brother."
"The two benefactors, the abbot said, let us take His Royal Highness Prince Huai to the back mountain, where our great uncle will treat him."
Xia Xuanyuan did not let go, "Can't we go?"
"Donor, the abbot only allows him to pass by. The two of you will wait here first."
"Shaolin is famous all over the world. It cultivates its mind with compassion and universal love. I guess you won't take the opportunity to harm him, right?"
"Amitabha."
None of the three monks answered, but simply recited the Buddha's name, not knowing what it meant.
Xia Xuanyuan thought for a long time, and finally let go of his hand, "Then it's up to the young masters to do the hard work. I'll pick him up when he wakes up."
Several people bowed and said goodbye, taking Feng Yu with them to the back hill, while the remaining two people stood in the front yard.
"I said, do you believe them so easily? If something happens to you, will you be worthy of your sister-in-law?"
"That's all we can do. The back mountain of Shaolin is where the eminent monk lives. We must really want to heal him. As for us, just wait a little longer. If something happens to my son, even if I risk my life, I will
I will choose the path my father took!"
"Amitabha, Almsgiver Xia is as heroic and domineering as ever! The poor monk admires him."
A group of monks ran out, each holding a martial arts stick in their hands, and surrounded the two of them. Behind them were several older monks wearing cassocks, and the one who spoke was one of them.
"Who are you?"
"The poor monk Hui Qing from Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy and the sword immortal in white came here today. The poor monk wants to ask for advice from the sword immortal about his tricks."
"It's up to you, let's go together, there's no need to waste any time."
Several fellow monks behind Xuan Qing were a little angry and wanted to attack together, but were stopped by the leader.
"Amitabha, I am the current abbot of Shaolin. My name is Huide. I have met Almsgiver Xia."
"Master Abbot, Xia is polite."
"Donor Xia, my junior brother wants to learn some martial arts. This is a competition between martial arts practitioners. It will only be him. He is a guest from afar and has no intention of harming others. Shaolin will not make things difficult for him."
Xia Xuanyuan also took a respectful step, "Master Abbot is very considerate, Xia appreciates it. Master Huiqing, please!"
Hui Qing made fists with his hands and stamped his feet on the ground. A gust of wind blew by, as if he heard the voice of the Buddha.
"It turns out to be the Guangming Fist, one of Shaolin's special skills. I learned a lesson from it."
Facing the powerful offensive, Xia Xuanyuan was impartial, thrust his right hand straight in, and turned around to trap the fist that was close to his chest. The two were in a stalemate for a while, and then took turns to attack.
In the competition of fists and kicks, no one uses Qi first. This kind of competition is more fair and just, unlike the killing moves everywhere.
Jueming found a shady place to stand, "Shaolin is indeed the first sect, and it is really admirable."
Abbot Huide clasped his hands together and replied: "Amitabha, if Almsgiver Xia attacks with all his strength, none of us will be his opponent. Today's competition will end with one point."
Master Huiqing is worthy of being the elder of the Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy. He is very proficient in this boxing technique. Every move and every move of the Guangming Fist is like the Buddha's ton of heaven, spreading the light, and it has been transferred to the Great Arhat Fist. It is also extremely strong and fierce.
The Arhat's ability to subjugate demons was brought into play. Suddenly, his arms were like flowers, flying in front of Xia Xuanyuan very quickly. He accidentally knocked off the bamboo hat in one fell swoop, revealing Lian who was somewhat similar to Feng Yu, but with more vicissitudes.
and maturity.
"Excellent boxing skills. Master Hui Qing is proficient in all kinds of Shaolin boxing techniques. His transition is very natural. He is also able to pierce flowers left and right with ease!"
Jue Ming praised the monk's martial arts over and over again, while paying attention to the direction of the door to the front yard.
Hui Qing said seriously to Xia Xuanyuan, who was fighting: "If you don't take action, I'm afraid you will really lose."
Xia Xuanyuan also stopped and a blast of true energy knocked out the fallen bamboo hat and inserted it deeply into the wall.
"Master, be careful."
The Xia family's secret skill is proficiency in martial arts. Although he is known as a swordsman, his amazing fist and kick skills are second to none.
In the blink of an eye, he regained his advantage in a few strikes, stopped retreating, and fought back and forth with Master Huiqing.
Suddenly, Master Hui Qing's right hand wrapped around Xia Xuanyuan's arm like a snake, making it impossible for him to switch to the next move. After a few more moves, he suddenly pressed close to his body and grabbed Xia Xuanyuan's hand with a strong force.
"This is a big monument thrower!"
Xia Xuanyuan used the force to turn over and was thrown over, but he still held Hui Qing's hand and didn't let go. The force was relieved after a few points, and the two turned around and looked at each other.
"Powerful Vajra Palm!"
Hui Qing roared suddenly, his true energy surged, and a Buddha figure flickered behind him. His true energy condensed in his hands, and his big golden hand struck hard. The huge golden palm print was bigger than that of the traitor Fang Xin.
But it was even more domineering and powerful, and a footprint was forcibly left under his feet.
"Junior brother, no!"
Abbot Huide wanted to stop it but it was too late. He could only watch the palm pass.
When Xia Xuanyuan faced this palm, he could have used all his true energy to strike with the same palm. With his Da Dong Xuan cultivation level, he was afraid that Hui Qing would not be able to catch this blow, but he did not. Instead, he surged with true energy.
They gathered together in front of the chest and forcefully supported this palm.
After Wei Wei took three steps back, Jue Ming also ran over to check.
"Are you okay?"
He shook his head and let out a breath.
"I'm fine. Please give me more guidance from Master Huiqing. Shaolin's stunts will be well-deserved."
Hui Qing looked at him and knew that he had deliberately given up to her and deliberately used his body to receive the palm. Although it did not cause much damage to him, it was enough to cause some shock.
"Amitabha, alas, I'm convinced. Your fists and kicks are also very impressive."
Abbot Huide's eyes signaled, "Amitabha, Junior Brother Huiqing, come back. Is there anyone else willing to call Xia Donor for advice?"
Behind him, another monk with similar strength as Hui Qing stood up and said, "The poor monk Bodhidharma Academy Huiwu, please give me some advice from Almsgiver Xia."
Xia Xuanyuan waved his hand for Jue Ming to step back, then turned around and said, "Master, please."
Huiwu also launched his Bright Fist and flew forward. Xia Xuanyuan did not retreat and dodge, but faced him forward. There should be a limit to concessions. If he crossed the line, he would make the Xia family lose light.
However, Guangming Fist is just the beginning. What Huiwu is better at is not boxing. The Chiba Hand, which is like several hands coming out at once, really makes people overwhelmed. It is powerful and fast, and every palm falls with a trace.
The capture skills of the dragon claw hand did not allow Xia Xuanyuan to have a chance to fight back.
If we only talk about fists and kicks, I am afraid that he will still be unable to gain the upper hand just like in the previous battle. Xia Xuanyuan simply gave him a chance. When the dragon-clawed hand grabbed his chest, a sword energy gathered and knocked away the hand. The two of them.
They each took a few steps back and distanced themselves.
"As expected of a swordsman, his sword energy is unbridled."