The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

On the top of the Bodhi tree, with a slight movement of the middle finger of the colorless right hand, a bodhi leaf flew up, turned into a streamer of light, and shot at the incoming sword energy.

Bodhi leaf and sword energy meet...

Cha ~.

The bodhi leaf immediately turned into two pieces.

Wang Benkang was overjoyed immediately, and then he found that the speed of the bodhi leaf that had turned into two pieces did not slow down, but sped up by three points and came spurting.

"not good."

Wang Benkang's complexion changed suddenly, and the next moment he felt the long sword tremble in his hand.

Two giant forces struck.

Wang Benkang flew upside down, staggered and landed on the roof of the meditation room behind him, and three tiles were broken under his feet.

"Rub leaf fingers." The woman surnamed Luo whispered.

"Rubbing the leaf finger? It's quite like the Shaolin flower finger." Xiao Xun thought to himself.

Wang Benkang jumped off the roof, walked to the crowd, shook his head and said, "I am not an opponent."

"Obviously." Xiao Xunxin said.

Song Qinglun comforted Wang Benkang, looked at the woman surnamed Luo, and asked, "Junior Sister Luo, do you want to give it a try?"

The woman surnamed Luo hesitated for a moment, shook her head, and said, "Forget it, Brother Song, you can come."

"That's good." Song Qinglun nodded, looked at Wushi, and jumped straight to the top of the tree.

"It's so easy." A young man praised.

Xiao Xun glanced at the foot where Song Qingshu was standing just now, and curled his lips.

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Not elegant at all.

"You don't feel good?" Lin Shishi suddenly moved to Xiao Xun's side, opened her big eyes, and asked in a low voice.

Just now, she had been looking at this handsome little monk, and found that the little monk was curling his lips, and she suddenly became interested.

"...v how could it be?" Xiao Xun said innocently, "Song's benefactor is No.16 on the Qingyun list, and the second generation of the Zhenwu sect."

Song Qinglun, who had just stood on the top of the Bodhi tree, had a gloomy look in his eyes when he heard 'the second contemporary person of the Zhenwu Sect'.

There was a strange look on the faces of the five young visitors in the courtyard.

"This little monk did it on purpose." All five of them thought in this way.

They all knew that, as a senior brother of the Zhenwu Sect, Song Qinglun had always been dissatisfied with Zhang Wuji, and people who generally knew Song Qinglun would never mention any information about Zhang Wuji in front of him.

"Senior Brother Huiwu, what do you think of this ascetic monk's strength?" The woman surnamed Luo slightly parted her red lips, and looked at Xiao Xunyou with her beautiful eyes.

"Brother Huiwu? You're on the right track." Xiao Xunxin said, he had a good impression of this woman surnamed Luo, looked at Wu Se, and said in a deep thought, "His name is Wu Se, and he just fought against Chen Benefactor and Wang Benefactor At that time, the bodhi leaves under the body (the ones that were left) did not move, and the strength was much higher than the two benefactors."

Chen Qingzhi and Wang Benkang glanced at each other, a bit of stiffness flashed across their faces.

"Then, who do you think will have a better chance of winning this match between Senior Brother Wu Sei and Senior Brother Song?" Lin Shishi asked curiously.

Song Qinglun, who was about to make a move, temporarily stopped the urge to make a move, and pricked up his ears, wanting to hear Xiao Xun's comments first.

The five young guests in the courtyard, as well as Huizhi, Huiren and some disciples from the Bodhidharma Academy all looked at Xiao Xun.

Xiao Xun glanced at the swaying bodhi tree branches under Song Qinglun's feet, and analyzed: "Benefactor Chen and Benefactor Wang have been defeated one after another, which really boosted the fighting spirit of the benefactor Song, but when facing the enemy, not only need to have a high fighting spirit, but also have a strong fighting spirit." A calm and peaceful heart.

The strength of the two of them... It's not easy for me to comment.

However, Song Benefactor is eager to win at this time, and his breath is a little messy. If he can't calm down, he has already lost a bit in advance in terms of mentality. ".

Chapter 90 Fighting is Impossible

Most of the faces of the people became weird.

On the top of the tree, Song Qinglun's face became gloomy and stiff.

"You and Senior Brother Song have a festival?" Lin Shishi asked in a low voice.

The rest of the people pricked up their ears.

"A holiday? He has a small mind, and I have an even smaller mind. Is this a holiday?"

Xiao Xun slandered, but pretended to be innocent, and said, "Why would Master Lin think like this?

Before Song's benefactor was poisoned, he was lying on the ground, and the little monk spared no effort to treat him, so what's wrong with it? "The strange look on everyone's face is even worse.

It's not a holiday yet?

Who believes it? !

Song Qinglun took a deep breath, calming down the irritability that was about to go berserk. "My lord, Song Qinglun from the Zhenwu sect, is here to learn from your excellency."

Song Qinglun looked at Wu Se, thinking that after defeating the ascetic monk in front of him, he would teach the young monk below.Wu Se opened his eyes, looked at Song Qinglun, and said for the first time: "Your heart is disturbed, go down."

Song Qinglun's face froze again, and his irritable emotions broke out completely. He sneered and said, "If you beat you, I will go down!"

The sword came out like a dragon, sweeping forward, the fierce sword light turned into a white horse, 200 straight shots were colorless.

Colorless clasped his hands together, his whole body glowed with golden light, and between his lips opened and closed, he let out a 'moo'.

The bursts of sound waves directly dissipated the incoming white sword light.

"Buddhist Mantra Moozi Jue." The woman surnamed Luo whispered, a strange look flashed in her eyes.

According to her knowledge, Moo Zi Jue has the effect of stabilizing the mind. "Is it the sound wave technique? I will too."

Song Qinglun sneered, then roared suddenly, the roar shook the space, and the bodhi tree rustled. "Scattered and chaotic, out of breath, lost."

Xiao Xun thought to himself, he decided in his heart that Song Qinglun would definitely lose in this fight. "??!"

Colorless spoke again, with a sound of '', like a thunderstorm, the formed sound wave rushed towards Song Qinglun.

Song Qinglun's complexion changed drastically, and the long sword in his hand danced wildly in front of him, and the sword light cut through the incoming sound waves.

"2!"

"2!"

"already!"

Wu Se spoke one after another, one sound more condensed than the other, like a monk subduing demons, seeming to be able to deter the world.

Song Qinglun's sword dance was like a breeze, his whole body exploded with qi, and the bodhi leaves fell to the ground.

"Amitabha."

Wu Se suddenly said the Buddha's name, stopped talking, showed compassion, and closed his eyes.

Song Qinglun stood on the top of the bodhi tree, frowning, looking at Wu Se who suddenly stopped, not knowing why.

"Is it over? Who won?" Lin Shishi asked curiously.

Many people had the same doubts, and their eyes wandered back and forth between Wu Se and Song Qinglun.

The woman surnamed Luo glanced at the fallen leaves on the ground, thoughtfully.

Xiao Xun said directly: "The Bodhi tree has a special meaning in Buddhism. In Wu Se's eyes, the outcome of this battle is meaningless. If we continue to fight, the Bodhi tree under the feet of Donor Song will be destroyed by Donor Song."

"Oh." Everyone glanced at the Bodhi tree under Song Qinglun's feet, and suddenly realized.

At this moment, the top of the Bodhi tree under Song Qinglun's feet was almost bald.

The ground is full of fallen leaves.

And the bodhi tree under Wu Se's body was completely unaffected by the battle, intact as before.

Song Qinglun looked down and frowned, feeling very upset.

It's just a tree, but can it still affect the battle?

not to mention…

It's just a few leaves falling off.

Song Qinglun glanced at Wushi again, seeing that he had no intention of fighting again, and knew that if he provoked again, he would definitely lose his bearing.

"Since Senior Brother Wusai doesn't intend to fight again, I'll come to learn Senior Brother Wusai's brilliant moves later."

Song Qinglun cupped his hands and said a decent polite word, then jumped off the bodhi tree and came to the crowd.

His eyes turned to Xiao Xun.

Compared to fighting colorless, he actually wants to teach the little monk in front of him a lesson!

Originally, the crowd wanted to comfort Song Qinglun (cgcf), but when they saw him get down from the tree, they stared at Xiao Xun. For a while, they swallowed all the comforting words they had prepared.

Most of them showed the look of watching a play.

"Shaolin Temple and Lanke Temple are both the four holy places of Buddhism. We have already fought against the brothers of Lanke Temple. I wonder if Shaolin Temple can teach us a thing or two?" Song Qinglun asked with a smile, maintaining the demeanor of a sect disciple on the surface, but in his heart I can't wait to beat up the little bald donkey in front of me immediately.

Huixu and Huiming glanced at Song Qinglun, and then at Xiao Xun.

If they want to fight against Song Qinglun and his group, if nothing else happens, it will be the two of them.

But this time, it was Xiao Xun who was in charge of receiving Song Qinglun and his party; Xiao Xun should decide whether to fight or not.

"Song benefactor has just been defeated by Lanke Temple, and now he is going to challenge my Shaolin Temple. Can the little monk think that in the eyes of Song benefactor, Shaolin is not as good as Lanke?" Xiao Xun asked calmly.

It is impossible to fight hand to hand.

"When did I lose?" Song Qinglun was upset and wanted to ask this question.

On the face, he said with a faint smile, "Shaolin and Lanke are both the four holy places of Buddhism, which one is stronger and which one is weaker, you can only know by comparing them, I dare not speak rashly."

"Song Benefactor's words are wrong." Xiao Xun said.

"Oh? What's the difference?" Song Qinglun asked lightly.

The rest of the people also looked at Xiao Xun, with curiosity flashing in their eyes.

Xiao Xun glanced at Wu Se on the bodhi tree, and said leisurely: "Song benefactor, you just lost to Wu Se, can you explain that Zhenwu School is not as good as Lanke Temple?"

Song Qinglun's expression froze slightly, I didn't lose!

Xiao Xun continued: "Besides, Shaolin and Lanke are stronger and weaker, even if we need to compete to determine, it is still a matter between our two temples.

Just now, what did Benefactor Song mean, is he saying... as long as you compare with Benefactor Song, you can determine which of our two temples is stronger and weaker? "

"Who are you?" A group of people silently translated Xiao Xun's words in their hearts.

Song Qinglun's complexion became gloomy, suppressing the anger in his heart, and said with a sneer: "I just want to learn some great Shaolin tricks, nothing else.

Why does Junior Brother Huiwu keep talking about him? "

Xiao Xun said with a half-smile: "Song benefactor, what you said is like you have never been to Shaolin Temple.

How does the little monk remember that Song's benefactor went to Shaolin and broke into Tongren Lane, and returned in a big defeat.

Passing through the small town of Qingzhou, you were defeated by Feng Jiu and your fingers were detained. It was I, Xuanji and my uncle Xuankong, who rescued you.

When passing through the junction of Yangchu and Chuzhou, he was ambushed by the Scorpion King of Southern Xinjiang, and he was poisoned. He was also the benefactor Song who was rescued by my Shaolin party.

After such an experience, did the Song benefactor forget all about it? "

Hearing this, the five people who came with Song Qinglun looked at each other, with a strange look in their eyes.

Song Qinglun never told them about these things.

Song Qinglun's face was blue and white, and his hand holding the sword was tight and tight.

I just feel ashamed and angry.

I can't wait to slash the talkative little monk in front of me with a sword! .

Chapter 91 Am I Unworthy To Know Your Name?

Wudang Mountain, Yingke Temple.

"My little monk believes that the meaning of fighting and communicating with others is to know yourself." Xiao Xun continued to run, "It's not to prove that you are stronger or weaker than anyone."

"Is this saying that Song Qinglun has no self-knowledge?" The woman surnamed Luo glanced at Xiao Xun, muttering in her heart. "It's meaningless to talk about war on paper."

Song Qinglun sneered, "The meaning of the so-called competition can only be known after the competition." "This statement is absurd."