I, the son of Yang Guo, kidnapped Zhang Sanfeng and traveled across the heavens Chapter 107 The Liao strongman weighing more than 200 kilograms cannot break a single finger of mine.
Chapter 107 The Liao strongman weighing more than 200 kilograms cannot break a single finger of mine.
Chapter 107 The Liao strongman weighing more than 200 kilograms cannot break a single finger of mine.
Quan Guanqing stood up with a livid face.
"King Dalun Ming, this is my grand martial arts conference. You, a foreign monk, had no room to participate. But since your country has been ruined and your family is ruined, it is okay for you to join now. You are just a member of this conference.
Initiator, I, the leader of the Beggar Clan, am speaking. Could it be that you..."
"boom!"
Before Quan Guanqing finished speaking, he was knocked away by Jiumozhi with a palm. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell into a crowd of people. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
"You! You are so bold!"
Jiumozhi was nearly twenty meters away from Quan Guanqing, and no one expected that Jiumozhi could strike more than six feet with his air-splitting palm.
I originally thought that at such a long distance, even if Jiumozhi wanted to make a move, his figure would always be shaken, and the masters present would always be able to stop him. However, he didn't expect that his palm power would be there at the drop of a hat. As soon as he raised his hand, Quan Guanqing
It had already spurted blood and was thrown away, and there was no time to rescue him.
The members of the Beggar Clan were not good at martial arts. After helping Quan Guanqing up, they could only look at Jiumozhi angrily.
Jiumozhi was not afraid, but said calmly: "The local gang is really rude, let me teach you how to be polite. Or does anyone think that I am rude and want to teach me how to be polite?"
The heroes of the Central Plains could not help but be speechless.
Human dignity is given by the country behind it. Jiumozhi's country was ruined and his family was destroyed. Although he was famous in the world in the past, most of the people present did not think highly of him. They thought that a person without a country and a rootless duckweed could have some dignity.
If you are angry, you will not be able to perform 30% to 40% of your ability.
Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's martial arts skills are not only amazing, but even so high that it goes against common sense. It is said that in the world of Tianlong, no matter how strong your martial arts are, your palm power will not be able to hit five feet away. Even in the original work, Xiao Feng still has three palms superimposed.
Only by moving forward with your upper body can you break through this obstacle.
But Jiumozhi stood there and only made one move with his palm, without any additional moves. How could he break through this impossible barrier and use his palm power to more than six feet?
For a moment, everyone was frightened by this unconventional divine palm, and no one dared to say a word. They watched the leader of the Beggar Clan half-dead after being slapped by this murderous man, showing off his power and claiming to teach politeness to the martial arts community in the Central Plains.
Jiumozhi's eyes were like lightning, and he glanced around coldly. Everyone did not dare to look at him, and wherever their eyes met, they all lowered their heads and retreated.
Just when the heroes were retreating, not daring to show their strength, Murong Fu stepped out from the crowd, stretched out his hand to touch the key points on Quan Guanqing's body, put his palm on his chest, and a wave of healing power passed through, stabilizing the injury.
He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out two "Nine Turns Xiong Snake Pills", put one into his mouth, and handed the other to Elder Xi's hand, and said: "Two hours later, give it to all the gang leaders."
Take one pill and your internal injuries will recover within three days."
After all, the Beggar Clan had taken refuge with Zhujiazhuang's forces, so Murong Fu certainly wanted to treat them. At this moment, Huang Shang's voice rang out at an inappropriate time.
"The reason why palm power in the world cannot hit five feet away is because simply blowing out a burst of internal force will keep dissipating. However, King Ming practiced Buddhism and Taoism together, and the 'Flame Sword' was originally a method of releasing the internal force into a sword.
, it is extremely condensed, so let alone six feet, I think even seven feet is possible."
The heroes of the Central Plains all said "Oh" in unison. They originally thought that Jiumo was as wise as a god or a Buddha, but who knew that it was actually a trick, and their fear of him gradually disappeared.
"snort!"
Jiumozhi snorted coldly, feeling annoyed in his heart. Originally, it was just when he was showing off his power, shocking the heroes of the Central Plains, and finally making Tubo's name resound throughout the world, that he was interrupted by the operations of these two people.
In the original work, Jiumozhi learned the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, which was incomplete and had huge flaws. In this life, he learned the Xiao Wuxiang Gong with all the beards and tails. In addition, he originally had the inner strength of the Nyingma sect's flame sword, and his strength was even greater.
The Three Happy Elders.
He raised his hand and slashed at Murong Fu with a flaming sword in the air, and said: "It seems that Mr. Murong wants to have some manners with the young monk?"
Murong Fu stretched out his hand and struck, and there was a loud "clang" sound, and the energy of the sword was shaken away. Jiumozhi's strength has greatly improved, and Murong Fu has followed Yang Gui for so many years. Is it still the same joke that he is more than the inferior but not as good as the superior?
He strode forward, and with every step he took, Jiumozhi struck with a sword. Murong Fu also raised his hand to block it, and just walked in front of Jiumozhi, carrying the power of the flaming sword.
Jiumozhi's heart skipped a beat. He had a close friendship with Murong Bo. He knew that the basis of the Murong family's martial arts was "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi", which is a martial art that leverages strength. Why did Murong Fu show off today with all the head-to-head fights? Where did it come from?
Got a problem?
Murong Fu unfolded his folding fan and said to Jiumozhi: "The Central Plains is a land of etiquette, so of course it is different from the etiquette of Tubo, the master's homeland. Although we want to see the etiquette of foreign countries, I don't know where the etiquette department of your country is, master?"
After saying this, he stopped the folding fan and shook his head.
As expected of someone who has followed Yang Gui for such a long time, his words can go straight to the lungs. Jiumozhi was almost furious when he saw Murong Fu's unworthy virtue, and said coldly: "Since Mr. Murong wants to see you, I will let you see him."
one time!"
Jiumozhi mobilized his internal strength, and "whispering" seven or eight blades of sword energy formed a network in a vertical and horizontal direction. The hot breath could be felt two or three feet away. But Murong Fu refused to fight, raised his fist and shined at Jiumozhi.
His bald head just clicked.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise.
Jiumozhi's sword net was shattered, and he hurriedly folded his hands to block his head, barely blocking the punch. But Murong Fu didn't stop, punching one after another as if hammering nails.
The sound of clanking is endless.
Jiumozhi concentrated the inner strength of the flame knife on his arms, and held it with both hands, but he felt that the strength in Murong Fu's hands was getting stronger and stronger. Although he could still defend himself, the ground under his feet could not hold it.
.
If he were to be smashed into the ground by Murong Fusheng like a personal nail, what dignity would he have left, and the end of Tubo would become a complete laughing stock.
He raised his hands upwards and jumped back out of the range of Murong Fu's fists, shouting: "Stop! This is the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu". How can you know this supreme method of Tantric Buddhism?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jiumozhi feels sour in his heart, even I don’t know it! The Nyingma sect from which Jiumozhi was born belongs to the old sect of Tantric Buddhism, and the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong
It was a Dharma-protecting magical skill created by the new sect in the Later Hongqi period for the purpose of preaching. Of course he didn't know how to do it.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "This is a new sect of Tantric sect that protects the Dharma. I am not very talented. I once stationed troops on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for a period of time and learned this method. If you want to learn it, master, I can teach you!"
"you!"
Murong Fu really learned the essence of Yang Gui. He talked about sending troops to destroy his country in such a grand and grand manner that Jiumozhi almost exploded his lungs.
But Jiumozhi is a man of great wisdom after all. He stopped his anger. He understood what he was here for. He originally wanted to beat up Murong Fu and then Huang Shang, so as to repair these two masters of destroying him.
As for the atmosphere boy, now it seems that it’s better not to cause trouble.
He laughed loudly, looked at the Beggar Gang and said: "I heard that the two major sects in the Central Plains, Shaolin and the Beggar Gang, are the leaders of Jianghu. I originally wanted to try the Beggar Gang's Twenty-Eight Palms for Subduing the Dragon and the Dog Beating Stick Technique, but I didn't expect
It was Mr. Murong who stood up for him. It seems that the Beggar Clan is nothing more than that, so the young monk should learn the skills of Shaolin!"
He deliberately said the word "beggar gang" very strongly, for fear that Xiao Feng would jump out and challenge him.
Xuanci stood up with a heavy face.
He secretly complained that Murong Fu was ignorant. He knew that Murong Fu used Tantric Kungfu to fight Jiumozhi for the sake of the Murong family's reputation of "repaying others with their own methods", but this would mean that Jiumozhi was defeated.
, it is still defeated by Tantra’s own kung fu, which is not a shame.
But he is fighting Zen Buddhism against Esoteric Buddhism, and the Central Plains country is fighting against the subjugation of foreign countries. If he loses, the Shaolin Temple really doesn’t have to mess around.
He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I wonder what King Ming has to say."
Jiumozhi smiled and said: "I heard that the Shaolin Temple has seventy-two stunts, and the young monk is yearning for them. I guess Master Xuanci, as the abbot, has mastered all seventy-two stunts. I hope you can teach me."
Xuanci was happy when he heard this. If you really fight, there is no telling whether you will win or lose. But Jiumozhi's words clearly mean that the fight will not be fought. One person cannot do all the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. It costs hundreds of dollars.
It has been recognized by the world for many years that Jiumozhi asked himself to perform seventy-two stunts by himself. How can he fight this? There is no way he can fight this.
Xuanci said: "What King Ming didn't know is that some of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin are specialized in lower body, some are specialized in light kung fu, some are good at fists and palms, and some use hidden weapons to win, whether they are knives or sticks.
Each has its own specialties. Those who use swords cannot use Zen sticks. Those who are good at powerful fists are not good at sending and receiving concealed weapons. Those who are good at leg skills will inevitably be inferior in fists and palms."
"Even if someone is proficient in three or four special skills, it is only as long as they do not conflict with each other. This matter has been known to everyone in the Central Plains martial arts community for hundreds of years. To say that one person is good at seventy-two special skills is a lie.
At this time, there were more than a thousand monks in the entire Shaolin temple, and the more than a thousand monks gathered together, and the seventy-two unique skills were not comprehensive. We had to let King Ming down."
Jiumozhi chuckled and said: "In my opinion, this matter is not because it is impossible, but because your temple has insufficient imagination of people's talents and has set rigid rules that do not allow concurrent cultivation. In fact, your temple's rules are too rigid.
A little bit. Under these rules, I am afraid that the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin will not be able to be carried forward. After thousands of years, it will inevitably remain the same."
"Take the two special skills of 'Maha Finger' and 'Prajna Palm' as an example. In fact, if you can master both, what's the difficulty? Even if one person possesses seventy-two special skills, it is not impossible."
Xuanci's junior brother Xuansheng couldn't help but sneered: "According to what King Ming said, there is someone who can master the seventy-two unique skills of our temple, but I don't know who this great hero is?"
Jiumozhi raised his hands and clasped his hands together: "A young monk is ashamed to be called a great hero."
After saying this, he used four moves in a row, including Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, Vajra Fist, and Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique, to knock a huge copper incense burner in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple flying everywhere without even scattering any ashes.
In the end it still ended up where it was.
Everyone in Shaolin stared wide-eyed and had nothing to say.
Xuanci could only say: "It turns out that there is such a genius as King Ming. It seems that the rules of our temple need to be changed."
Jiumozhi smiled kindly on his face, but his words were aggressive: "From this point of view, there is something wrong with the unique skills that the noble sect considers itself, or it may even be the original creation of the noble sect. The word 'absolute' needs to be changed."
"I originally came here to see the special skills of the two major sects in the Central Plains. Unexpectedly, the leader of the Beggar Clan cannot master the Dragon Subduing Palm or the Dog Beating Stick, and the Shaolin Abbot cannot even master the seventy-two special skills. It seems that what the young monk said is indeed true.
The martial arts community in the Central Plains is nothing more than a frog in a well, deceiving itself and others. It would be better for the Shaolin Temple to disband and be merged into our tantric temple to continue learning."
Xuandu stood up and sneered: "Humph, what King Ming practiced was just dead strength from the practice field, and it is not easy to use. Real traditional Shaolin Kung Fu emphasizes actual combat. Even a strong man from the Liao Kingdom who weighs more than 200 kilograms can fight."
But I have one finger, and you use two hands to point one finger at me, and I will show you the flower-twisting fingers of Shaolin Temple!"
The two pointed at each other with their fingers, and after three sneers, three arrows of blood spurted out from three key points on Xuan Du's body, and he fell to the ground.
Jiumozhi smiled and said: "It seems that the Liao strongman weighing more than 200 kilograms is nothing special."
Before he finished speaking, a strong man from the Liao Kingdom who weighed more than 200 kilograms stood up from A'Zhu's side and stared at him with an unkind expression.
Jiumozhi was so frightened that he quickly changed his words, "Master Xuandu has not met any truly powerful warriors from the Liao Kingdom. This young monk's trip is to prove that this martial arts is not unique in the Central Plains, but rather in Liao, Xixia, Tubo, and Dali.
They are far better than the Central Plains, but the Central Plains deliberately turned a blind eye!"
As soon as he said these words, all the heroes in the Central Plains looked at him angrily, but they had nothing to say.
At this time, a young monk in gray clothes stood out from the crowd, walked forward slowly, and said: "The young monk thinks that what King Ming said is inappropriate. What King Ming used is clearly not Shaolin's unique skill, but he came to use it to suppress Shaolin. Isn't it inappropriate?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Little monk, who are you?" Jiumozhi did not take this little monk in gray seriously.
"Little Monk Xu Zhu." The young monk in gray clothes put his hands together and bowed and said.
Jiumozhi laughed loudly, "I am discussing martial arts with your ancestors. They are not opponents yet, so there is no room for you, a junior, to interrupt, so please step aside!"
"Amitabha, what King Ming said is wrong. The young monk originally thought that King Ming was an expert in Buddhism, but he didn't want to be limited by his view of seniority. Victory and defeat are empty, seniority is empty, everything is empty. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and King Ming has appearances.
Already."
Xu Zhu clasped his hands together and said slowly, "We Buddhists should study Buddhism and save the world. Martial arts is only for strengthening the body, it is a detail, and it does not mean that the kung fu used by the king is not the unique skill of the temple. Even if he is really defeated by the Ming King
If you have mastered martial arts, that's nothing special."
Seeing the clarity of what Xu Zhu said, everyone couldn't help but feel a bit like "that's how it should be".
Jiumozhi laughed and said: "So, the young master has learned the Buddha Dharma thoroughly?" Xu Zhu said: "The Buddha Dharma is boundless, how can it be said that he has learned it thoroughly?" Jiumozhi looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, okay.
, I will argue with the little master about Buddhism!"
An hour later.
"Amitabha, is there anything that King Ming still doesn't understand?" Xu Zhu's face remained as usual, while Jiumozhi's face was ashen and he was sweating. He was also a great master of Buddhism and had a smart mind. However, Xu Zhu was confused by this discussion about Buddhism.
Just like a teacher instructing his disciples, he was completely crushed.
Xuanci breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Xuzhu, you are diligent and studious in the temple, but the Buddhist teachings are so profound. I wonder who taught you?"
Xu Zhu bowed with his hands clasped together and said respectfully: "Master Abbot, when I went to the Sutra Collection Pavilion to borrow scriptures a few years ago, I was taught by an old monk from Sasu who was not yet in my generation. This senior taught the disciple two or three times.
Over the years, the young monk felt greatly rewarded."
Everyone was impressed, but the colleagues brought by the people from the sacred mountain had ugly expressions on their faces, thinking that an incompetent sweeping monk had such attainments in Buddhism, and that the name of Shaolin, the leader of Buddhism, was truly well-deserved.
At this moment, Jiumozhi heard a roar.
I thought of a good meme, but I forgot to watch a variety show while eating. Damn it, I missed watching a variety show while eating! From today on, I will stop eating!