"Powerful Vajra Palm!" Xuanbei exclaimed in shock, but his subordinates remained calm, their inner strength surged out again, and they stretched out both arms to resist the palm.
Oops!
He Xie could see it clearly, and his eyes suddenly became focused!
The old monk's block was wide open in the middle, and the flaw was leaked.
Sure enough, Jiumozhi's seemingly powerful and heavy palm was actually just a fake move. He deceived Xuanbei into not daring to neglect and resisted with all his strength. However, his other hand was retracted in his sleeve, but
It's three times in a row.
No phase tribulation finger!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Following three muffled sounds like a defeat, Xuanbei's expression suddenly changed and he took three steps back.
And every time he took a step back, his face became a little paler. After three steps, the old monk's face was like a piece of paper. He couldn't help but let out a "wow" and spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot!
But Jiumozhi did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He laughed wildly, spinning back like a top, and landed in the middle of the Buddhist hall very gracefully and lightly. With a proud look in his eyes, he clasped his hands together and said: "Master Xuanbei's Formless Tribulation Finger is nothing more than that.
! It’s in vain that I paid a special visit, but I was so disappointed!”
Xuan Bei's expression changed continuously, but finally he let out a long breath, slowly wiped away the blood from his mouth, and said, "I'm not good at studying, so I have nothing to say."
He could not say anything despicable to Jiumozhi.
In fact, the scolding was in vain. The battle between the two sides was a competition of wisdom and force. Xuanbei had deeper internal strength and Wuxiang Jiezhi was also proficient, but he still lost.
If Jiumozhi had not shown mercy, he would have been killed on the spot.
Anyway, in He Xie's opinion, this result is too normal.
Moreover, if Jiumozhi hadn't been so determined to show off and insist on using his copycat Wuxiang Jie Finger against Xuan Bei's unique skill that he had practiced for decades, using short attack to attack long, he might actually have won more easily.
"It's a pity, it's a pity!" Jiumozhi sighed, "The master is a first-class master in the Central Plains, and his martial arts is authentic to Shaolin, but he is so vulnerable. Has the martial arts in the Central Plains declined so much?"
He looks so invincible and lonely.
"Amitabha!" Xuanbei couldn't help but retort, "Lao Na is just a wasted old monk. Among the brothers of the Xuan generation in our temple, Lao Na is the least effective. If the national master uses Lao Na's martial arts to measure the martial arts in the entire Central Plains, it will be unavoidable.
There is a suspicion of peeping through the pipes."
"Humph!" Jiumozhi sneered, "Really? Sooner or later, the young monk will go to the Central Plains to meet the heroes of the world and see if it is like what the master said!"
After a pause, Jiumozhi suddenly clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "Now that I have seen the masterful skills of the Shaolin monks, I have no other request, so I will take my leave. Master, see you later."
After saying that, Jiumozhi nodded slightly to He Xie, then turned around and walked out.
As soon as he took two steps, Jiumozhi's expression changed. His face instantly turned red, as if on fire. However, he walked as usual and slowly walked out of Shenjie Temple step by step. As soon as he left the temple gate, Jiumozhi
He quickly flew to the side and "wow" a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Old monk, you have such profound skills!" Jiumozhi spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly became much better. He used his skills to suppress the injury, with a look of lingering fear on his face.
"It seems that Tianlong Temple and his party will have to wait for two days." Jiumozhi thought to himself, but soon he became proud again.
"Today the Buddha defeated the eminent monk of the Xuan generation of Shaolin, and he will definitely be famous in the Central Plains! I think in the near future, there will be a Xijiu Mo in front of Nan Murong and Bei Qiao Peak!"
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly bent down, took out a piece of linen, wrapped up the soil on the ground that had just been soaked with the blood he spit out, and wrapped it up with his feet.
Pull it a few times to restore the ground to its original state.
Jiumozhi then smiled with satisfaction.
Perfect!
But then he thought of He Xie and frowned slightly.
That’s pretty perfect!
Jiumozhizhi left with satisfaction.
In the Shenjie Temple, Xuanbei sighed, laughed at He Xie and said, "My skills are not as good as others, which brings shame to Shaolin and makes my little benefactor laugh."
"How can the honor and disgrace of Shaolin be judged by victory or defeat?" He Xie said with a smile, "What's more, Shaolin Temple is full of talents, and there are many eminent monks who have escaped from the world to worship Buddhism, so that their reputation is not obvious. Master Xuanbei, there is no need to worry about it."
Xuanbei smiled casually and said: "Amitabha, little benefactor, there is no need to comfort me. It's just a pity that I can't do anything about Shaolin martial arts."
He Xiebu smiled and said, "I have a brief understanding of Qihuang. If Master doesn't mind, can I take Master's pulse?"
"Oh?" Xuan Bei looked slightly surprised and said with a smile: "In this case, there will be a donor named Lao."
"No problem." He Xie smiled and walked towards Xuan Bei.
Xuanbei stretched out his hand, and He Xiegang caught his wrist in his hand. Suddenly, a sudden change occurred!
I saw a black shadow suddenly rushing out from the back door of the Buddhist hall like the wind, shooting with lightning, pointing towards Xuan Bei's back!
Xuan Bei was injured, so his reaction was a little slow. By the time he realized the sneak attack, people were already in front of him.
Xuanbei could have immediately activated his body-protecting energy to resist, but at this moment He Xie grabbed his wrist. The old monk was just about to activate his internal energy. He thought that this might injure He Xie who was taking his pulse.
There was a slight hesitation immediately.
But in this flash of lightning, even if Xuanbei didn't hesitate, he would have escaped death. If he paused, he would have been completely dead if He Xie wasn't there.
Seeing that the black shadow was about to hit Xuan Bei's body with one finger, He Xie suddenly focused his eyes, and the hand that was checking Xuan Bei's pulse suddenly turned, and his inner strength surged out, and he slapped Xuan Bei's body with a "bang", and the hand that felt Xuan Bei's pulse suddenly turned.
The unsuspecting old monk was immediately shot away, allowing the black figure to escape.
At this time, the black figure was only two feet away from He Xie. It was a masked man with a black head and a bun. He Xie could even see the man's startled eyes clearly.
It was too late, but it was too soon. He Xie gave a soft drink, stepped forward suddenly, and struck the masked man's chest with a heart-breaking palm.
The masked man was in mid-air, but his body was spinning like a top, avoiding He Xie's palm. Before he could react, he only heard the evil wind blowing behind his head. The man was startled and blocked with his backhand.
boom!
Overflowing with energy, the masked man landed on the ground with the help of force. As soon as he turned around, he saw an arm as straight as a sword, piercing his throat.
The man dodged on one side and slapped He Xie's abdomen with his backhand. Unexpectedly, He Xie stepped on Ling Bo, dodged to the man's right side, and punched the man's left shoulder.
The man stretched out his palm to block it.
boom!
The energy exploded, and the two of them attacked each other at the same time.
In just one moment, the two of them had already exchanged seven or eight moves. What made the man in black secretly feel shocked was that the young man in front of him had unbelievable martial arts skills. He could pick up all kinds of moves at his fingertips without leaving any trace at all. He was vainly claiming to know all the martial arts in the world.
But he couldn't figure out what this young man was doing.
