Wudang sweeps the tunnel, awakens full-level comprehension at the beginning

Chapter 31 Bet on a school of glory, abbot, do you dare!

Let's not mention the torch order.

Yiyang Finger can be regarded as one of the best martial arts in Jianghu, and it is the secret of the Duan family in Dali.

Lu Heng didn't care too much about this.

On the contrary, the appearance of the little formless skill can satisfy Lu Heng's selfishness.

This is the purest mental method of Taoism. It is one of the three gods of the Xiaoyao School. It can simulate various martial arts after knowing the martial arts moves, and it is better than the original version.

As far as he knows, Li Qiushui, Xu Zhu and Jiumozhi have all learned this skill.

The power is far beyond the comparison of nine yin and nine yang.

After pondering for a while, Lu Heng casually pointed his hand and pierced through the tree trunk with his Yang finger skill.

When using the small non-phase skills, he practiced all the moves he had learned before, without any omissions.

"Small Wuxiang Kungfu is at least a precious martial art worth [-] exchange points. This wave is not a loss."

"It seems that in the near future, I will stay in Shaolin Temple and continue to study and borrow."

Da Huan Dan was not found.

But he got some benefits by accident. Lu Heng obviously already has the background of a martial arts master.

The next thing to do is to make a careful calculation.

I took a casual glance at the exchange store and updated other categories, like some familiar martial arts are available, but the value is too high.

Lu Heng thinks that his current martial arts is enough for him to use, and there is no need to buy it.

It was Da Huan Dan, Laba porridge, and some special elixirs that aroused his interest.

"It's really a black shop. A big return pill costs [-] exchange value, why don't you grab it."

"A bowl of Laba porridge costs [-] yuan. It's so unreasonable. It's almost worth several exercises."

Lu Heng's face turned dark as hell.

The exchange value in his hand is less than [-].

Not as a last resort.

He didn't want to buy this thing, because in Shaolin Temple, he had a chance to get the finished pill, and if he couldn't get it, it wouldn't be too late to talk about other things.

Another ten days.

Lu Hengping has always been hidden in the mountains and forests of Shaoshi Mountain. He went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to observe the scriptures in the middle of the night. He secretly learned a lot of Shaolin Temple unique skills, and fused a set of fingering techniques and a set of sword techniques. Among the nine yin and nine yang.

His skill has increased to 150 years, and he is only one step away from reaching the peak of Houtian, equal to Zhang Sanfeng's internal strength.

Just as he quietly pushed open the door of the attic, he saw dozens of monks holding torches and staring at him.

"A daring thief, how dare you trespass into the important place of our Shaolin Temple's Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and arrest him!"

"Hurry up and grab it!"

Lu Heng glanced at them calmly, ignoring the monks around him.

A middle-aged monk was glaring at himself, and shouted: "Amitabha, the gods have the virtue of being good at life, and you will never make mistakes again and again. The Dharma is boundless, and you will be right!"

"Since you have discovered it, it seems that this matter is difficult to deal with, right, but you are not qualified enough to catch me."

"Stubborn, let's set up an array to catch the thieves!"

The middle-aged monk gave an order.

The surrounding monks insisted on blocking the door of the hospital.

Some monks broke into the Sutra Pavilion through broken windows and surrounded them.

The strength of the monks is averagely in the third-rate and low-level ranks. Although there are a lot of people, it is not easy to win favor from Lu Heng.

Seeing that he was not in a hurry, he used the little formless kung fu, with the Shaolin flower finger and the prajna palm, he flicked these monks aside lightly and did not hurt his life.

"Hannya Palm!"

"What a thief who steals my Shaolin martial arts, I will forgive you."

Seeing that Lu Heng had already jumped out of the encirclement, the monks were annoyed, but they were also surprised.

"Scholar's business, how can it be called stealing? It's just called borrowing!"

"I don't want to hurt people, so don't force me to do it."

Even if Lu Heng carried his hands behind his back, he was not comparable to ordinary first- and second-rate masters.

Seeing the stitches in every corner, he directly fixed the acupoints of some monks, as if playing a game.

It made the middle-aged monk resentful and ashamed.

This important place of scripture storage has long been surrounded by countless monks.

More monks came.

Lu Heng was not afraid, he snatched a stick and used the magic stick to sweep across a large area.

"Stealing the scriptures from my sect and wounding the monks in our monastery, your excellency is relying on your high skill. Do you want to destroy my Shaolin alone?"

"Amitabha!"

A pure lion's roar was only aimed at Lu Heng.

It was an old monk with white eyebrows, wearing cassock, blocking Lu Heng's way.

The surrounding monks have already stepped back a few steps to avoid being affected.

At this moment, Lu Heng was still wearing a human skin mask and a gray monk robe. Anyone who stood in his way, no matter who it was, was swept away without being hurt.

"Old monk, you don't have to run on me, come to your Shaolin Temple to borrow scriptures, you are not qualified enough to stop me, do you want to force me to kill?"

Pushing it lightly with a palm, the old monk dodged and smashed the incense burner directly.

"Vajra Prajna Palm, are you a disciple of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions!"

The old monk took three steps back, with blood on the corner of his mouth.

"You say yes, but I came to Shaolin this time because I was just curious. If you stop me again, don't blame me for being cruel."

Just put on a serious punching gesture.

The fist is surrounded by the side, wherever the eyes go, no one dares to look at him.

"Brother Kongwen, you are injured!"

"The old man is fine. This benefactor has shown mercy. He should have no malicious intentions. Let him go and don't provoke this person."

As expected of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Kong Wen was unable to compete with Lu Heng in three strokes and suffered some internal injuries.

The purpose of Lu Heng's attack was not to hurt people.

"Abbot Kongwen, you are very brave. I heard that your monastery has the Great Repayment Pill, can you let me watch it next time?"

Kong Wen, Kong Zhi and Kong Xing, the three great monks gathered together, could not help but be surprised when they heard this.

Only the abbots of past dynasties knew this thing.

How does the strongman know this?

"This is the cheat book of the Vajra Sect. I heard that it is a lost exercise from Shaolin Temple, so it should be regarded as the same!"

Good guy, with the lost classics of Shaolin Temple, come to find the owner to do business, once Lu Heng's procedure is out, there will be no one else.

The atlas obtained from the monks of the Western Regions was sent to Kongwen by Lu Heng.

The amazing internal strength in one hand can't help but surprise other monks.

Abbot Kongwen just glanced through it, and said with a calm expression: "It seems that the benefactor is not a disciple of the Vajra Sect and did not hurt anyone. It is fine to borrow martial arts, but the Great Repayment Pill is a treasure of my Shaolin Temple, but it cannot be handed over to outsiders. Please return it. Your Excellency forgive me."

"I don't want it, I just want to see if Wen Wen won't take it away, I swear I won't take it by chance, how about it?"

Lu Heng stepped forward.

Two old monks rushed to protect Kongwen.

Look alert.

Seeing this, Kong Wen also knew that this matter could not be resolved. Fortunately, the unknown master in front of him did not make any other moves, otherwise even he would know very well that there is no way to defeat him.

If there is malicious intention, unless the old monster is invited out, wouldn't Shaolin Temple suffer the greatest humiliation in a century.

"This pill is on this old monk."

"Unless the benefactor can defeat the three brothers of the old monk and break my Shaolin Arhat formation, please redeem the old monk and he will not agree."

"I wonder if the benefactor is willing?"

Lu Heng thought about it.

It is estimated that the old monk wanted to find out his martial arts skills and his identity and background.

For the sake of repaying the alchemy, it is not worthwhile to threaten the Shaolin Temple, but now that he has been discovered, Lu Heng is quite straightforward and wants to teach these old monks a lesson.

"I didn't expect this seat to have such an honor, please make a move."

"If I lose, I will stay in Shaolin and be driven by Shaolin."

"But if I win, the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple can't stop me from borrowing it, and add a Great Repayment Pill, are you willing?"

"Gamble a lot of glory, Abbot Kongwen, do you dare?"

(To be continued)
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