Lin Jiuzong struck out quickly and fiercely, his pair of Tiangang fist seals as if made of gold and iron, extremely fierce.
With all his energy combined, his fist seal struck the dragon's claw hand with a force of four thousand kilograms without any loss.
At this moment, the battle between the two has reached an extremely fierce level.
The extremely fierce fist marks began to break through the defense of the dragon's claws, and they were printed on the monk's chest, creating sunken fist marks one after another.
At the same time, the opponent's dragon claws also began to leave deep claw marks on Lin Jiuzong's body, causing him to bleed profusely.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the two fists and claws clashed again.
The fierce fist seal and the subsequent dragon claw collided for no less than three hundred rounds. There was a winner and a loser, but the final decision was not final.
It seems that both of them are waiting for the other to fall first.
Not far away, three Wudang elites quietly watched Lin Jiuzong's battle.
In their eyes, the battle between Lin Jiuzong and the monks was full of flaws.
Any one of them can take down anyone within ten moves, even if their strength is reduced to the same level.
But after all, they have come from a weak background, and they know that it is amazing enough for Lin Jiuzong at this age to be able to achieve this level.
"The Nine Sects have too little fighting experience. They just practice in the mountains and never fight with others."
"There is nothing we can do about it. After all, he is the disciple of the head senior brother. No one dares to provoke him."
"However, Jiu Zong's talent and qualifications are indeed the best in the world. He seems to have begun to adapt to the rhythm of fighting. Look, he punched his chest again. Unfortunately, the blow was crooked. If it was in the center..."
After the three first-class leaders finished speaking, they continued to watch Lin Jiuzong's battle and began to make comments at the same time.
They are all elders of Tianzhu Peak, so naturally they are close relatives of the leader, and they are very fond of Lin Jiuzong, the future heir to the leader.
The comment at this moment is to be told to Lin Jiuzong after the battle. The leader sent them not only to protect, but also to give guidance to Lin Jiuzong.
And beside the three first-class people, Wang Prajna was also there.
He looked at Lin Jiuzong on the stage, with a flash of envy and passion in his eyes from time to time.
At this moment, he really wanted to be on the same stage as Lin Jiuzong and fight him for three hundred rounds!
At the same time, his peripheral vision was also aimed at the few people recovering from injuries in the corner of the competition arena.
"Brother, I hurt you, but I really don't want to be a monk!"
Wang Prajna murmured in his heart, and the emotions in his eyes became more and more complicated.
…
Soon, after another half an hour, the battle in the field finally began to come to an end.
I saw Lin Jiuzong lying on the ground covered in blood, breathing heavily.
There were too many wounds on his body and he was bleeding too much, making it difficult for him to keep all his strength together.
But again, I don’t know if it’s the special nature of Tiangang’s body.
He actually felt a numb and itchy feeling coming from his wound. The severe pain began to lessen along with the numb and itchy feeling, and the wound was quickly scarring.
The wounds that first appeared have now become completely scarred. If the battle had not been fierce and new wounds appeared all the time, Lin Jiuzong might not have suffered from excessive bleeding at all.
On the other side, the monk was also lying on the ground, his breathing had begun to become sluggish, and his entire consciousness was in a fuzzy state.
He was seriously injured!
His body was hit many times by fist marks, his muscles were broken open, and his muscles and bones were broken in many places. The dented punch marks on his body are the best proof.
"Lin Jiuzong, Tiangang Demon Subduing Fist, is indeed... powerful!"
As soon as the monk opened his mouth, blood overflowed from his mouth. Then he spit out the blood and continued:
"I lost. It's so embarrassing. I'm already thirty years old, but I lost to a child. But, I... ahem, I'm a poor monk!"
When Lin Jiuzong heard this, he suddenly felt that things in the world were impermanent, and even the masters who were profound in Buddhism began to call their mothers and fathers.
In fact, the monk is very powerful. He has trained his dragon claw hand to a small degree, and his claw skills are so powerful that he can tear apart tigers and leopards, open monuments and crack rocks.
The ordinary second-rate gangsters are definitely no match for him, but Naihe met Lin Jiuzong, had a fierce fight, and was helplessly defeated in the end.
After the monk finished saying what he wanted to say, his will relaxed and he suddenly fainted.
Lin Jiuzong stood up, looked at the silent monks around him, and said:
"Masters, that's it for today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Prajna, who was not far away, ran over and carried Lin Jiuzong off his back.
Later, the monk on the stage was also carried away by the Shaolin eunuch for treatment.
at night
Lin Jiuzong and others lived in Shaolin Temple.
Now Lin Jiuzong needs to recover his body before he can hit the road.
Moreover, his first stop in Shaolin was actually with a purpose. He wanted to accomplish his own goal first, and then he could feel at ease and challenge the young masters in the world.
Lying on the bed, Lin Jiuzong was covered in gauze and looked seriously injured.
In fact, his injury is almost healed.
At this moment, Lin Jiuzong was hesitant. He was considering whether to explore the library at night.
Because the purpose of his coming to Shaolin was not only to compete in martial arts, but also to help Li Yang fight in the front line. He came here with ulterior motives.
It is said in the world that among the martial arts in the world, Shaolin is the most profound and the most numerous.
So Lin Jiuzong was wondering if there were martial arts books on blood marrow cultivation in the Shaolin Temple.
If he and Li Yang want to practice the complete Five Essences, a copy of Tiangang Demon Subduing Fist will naturally not work.
Moreover, he also asked Master Qingwei that Wudang does not have the martial arts to practice blood marrow, and even Tai Chi Sutra is only the same as Tiangang Demon Subduing Fist.
"There are too many masters in Shaolin Temple, so be careful!"
Finally, Lin Jiuzong gave up the idea of exploring the library at night.
There are too many masters in Shaolin Temple. If someone discovers him, he will probably be suspected even if he can escape from sight in time.
They didn't come early, they didn't come late, but just when they were going up the mountain, a thief appeared. If they were not suspected, it would be an insult to the intelligence of the Shaolin monks.
After giving up the unrealistic idea, Lin Jiuzong remembered the message Li Yang wrote to him that night.
"The five marrows are the complete practice method. The lack of any marrow will have unpredictable and serious consequences. Is it true or false?!"
"The master and the abbot of Shaolin are both experts in the marrow realm, but I haven't seen them doing well..."
"Besides, has Xiao Hei become a sperm?"
“How come you know everything??”
Lin Jiuzong thought further and further, and some messy things began to appear in his thoughts.
There is the memory of him playing in the mud more than a year ago, the thrilling memory of killing the wild wolf for the first time, the memory of being taken by Yaya to see her sister for the first time, and the memory of killing the Tiger King.
, there is the memory of when the little black guy was shocked for the first time, and there is the memory of joy in my heart when I mastered the basic boxing skills...
After thinking about it, Lin Jiuzong subconsciously fell asleep.
a good night's sleep
The next day, Lin Jiuzong continued to challenge on stage, and finally left Shaolin with satisfaction after defeating several masters in the mid-level bone realm.
Through careful observation, he found that the Shaolin Temple was extremely well-defended and would not give anyone any chance to harm them.
"I don't know what Xiao Hei is going to do. He shouldn't be able to do it head-on..."
After leaving, Lin Jiuzong looked back at Shaolin, murmuring in his heart, and got on the carriage, preparing to go to the next stop.