People in Wuzong, the beginning of the game is full of Jiuyang magic skills

"Oh?"

Suddenly Zhao Min's eyes lit up, and he looked at Lin Simu with interest: "I didn't expect this guy to be so young, but his martial arts are so strong. I thought that in the younger generation, except for me, Minmin Temuer, There are other geniuses? It's really interesting..."

at the same time.

Jinlun Fawang looked at Lin Simu solemnly, not daring to underestimate him in his heart, and asked in a deep voice, "Boy, who are you?"

Lin Simu smiled indifferently: "I'm just a nobody, not worth mentioning, but Your Excellency, with such high martial arts, why do you want to be a court eagle dog?"

The reason why he asked like this was also to dispel the curiosity of those present.

"What court eagle dog?"

King Jinlun frowned, clasped his hands proudly, and said proudly: "The poor monk is the King of the Golden Wheel of the Vajra Sect of the Esoteric Buddhism of Mongolia. Mingjiao is also."

Everyone present suddenly realized that this great monk is a master of the Mongolian Vajra Sect, no wonder his kung fu is so good, now that they are seriously injured, it may be a sign of bad luck.

"Golden wheel, right?"

Lin Simu's face was filled with a calm smile: "With me here today, I'm afraid you won't be able to destroy the Mingjiao and the Central Plains martial arts people, why don't you leave here, and I will spare you?"

Jinlun Fawang smiled indifferently, clasped his hands together and said: "Little brother, you are joking, the poor monk has never met an opponent in Mongolia for decades, are you really so confident that you can defeat the poor monk?"

Hearing what he said, Lin Simu immediately understood that this guy was the King of the Golden Wheel 16 years ago, and he had not been canonized as a national teacher yet.

Moreover, he has not practiced to the tenth level of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", at most he is at the initial stage of a peerless master.

When Jinlun Fawang looked at Lin Simu, he couldn't help laughing, it was the first time he met such a bratty kid, so he must give him some color today.

"Does the king want to fight? I'm sorry to say it bluntly, but in terms of martial arts, I have never been afraid of anyone."

Lin Simu smiled slightly, the confidence on his face was beyond words.

"Okay, shall we come then?"

Jinlun Fawang also acted quite calmly. Although this kid did show some strength, it was not enough to make him afraid.

"Okay, come on?"

Lin Simu smiled lightly, then pointed to an open space in front of him, and said, "Let's fight in the past, so as not to affect our performance because of the venue?"

Jinlun Fawang looked at the open space on the side, and saw that it was just a few feet away from the Six Great Sects and the members of the Ming Cult. He immediately understood that the little Jiujiu in his heart was afraid of hurting the people of the Six Great Sects, but he didn't bother Say it.

"Alright."

King Jinlun followed Lin Simu and walked over.

The two stood facing each other two feet away, and it seemed as if lightning had intersected with lightning in their eyes.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Zhao Minjie flapped his folding fan slightly with his white wrist, and asked with great interest: "Master Ku, who do you think is the better of these two?"

Ku Toutuo frowned, his voice was hoarse, and he said with a wry smile: "My lord, I don't know yet, but judging from the skill of that kid's yang finger, I'm afraid his internal strength is not inferior to that of the Dharma King."

"Really? It's really something to wait and see." Zhao Min raised the corners of his mouth and watched the two with a smile, waiting for a fierce fight.

In this world, Ku Toutuo did not pretend to be dumb, but, like Zeng Yitian, injured his vocal cords with drugs and became hoarse.

Zhou Zhiruo, Xiao Zhao, and Yang Buhui all stared at Lin Simu worriedly, secretly praying for him, hoping that he would win.

Jinlun Dharma King has learned the magical skills of the Vajra Sect of the Esoteric Buddhism since he was a child. With five wheels, he has become so proficient that he has never met an opponent in the whole Mongolia.

He was also full of disdain for the martial arts in the Central Plains, seeing that this kid didn't use a weapon today, as a master of a generation, he also put away his five wheels and prepared to fight this kid with his bare hands.

"bring it on."

Lin Simu said indifferently, made a gesture of please, and his gestures were full of contempt.

Jinlun Fawang frowned, with a gloomy face, clenched his fists, kicked his feet, and with a "whoosh", he was already in front of Lin Simu, and his huge fist hit his brow directly.

"call!"

This fist is as fast as lightning, but ordinary people can only see an afterimage, accompanied by a whistling wind.

Lin Simu was as stable as Mount Tai, and just as the Jinlun Fawang's fist was approaching, he circulated the Jiuyang Zhenqi all over his body, suddenly raised his arm, and stretched out his palm to meet his fist.

"boom!"

Fists and palms collided fiercely, and there was a bursting sound immediately.

At the same time, Lin Simu used the great movement of the universe, and actually used the kung fu of sticking to the palm, directly sticking to the opponent's fist.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, this great monk is indeed one of the strongest opponents he has encountered in his life, and he is not bad at all compared to Huang Yaoshi and Murong Fu.

However, the current Lin Simu Nine Suns Sutra Dzogchen and the Great Move of the Universe Dzogchen, with such a strong strength, the current Jinlun Fawang is obviously not enough.

If it is the tenth level of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" Dzogchen Jinlun Dharma King 16 years later, he may still have the strength to fight him, but now he is alone.

Jinlun Fawang's eyes widened, and he was shocked.

Then, a hint of admiration suddenly flashed in his eyes.

His punch was nearly a thousand catties at least, and it was definitely not something that flesh and blood could resist. However, Lin Simu touched each other with palm strength, and he couldn't feel the difference at all. The strength of the two of them was almost the same.

But he frowned slightly, and found that his fist seemed to be suppressed by a majestic iron mountain, and he couldn't move, move forward, or withdraw.

"The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth?"

Jinlun Fawang's complexion suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but blushed because he couldn't pump his fist. He had heard of Mingjiao's supreme science called "The Great Shift of the Universe", but he didn't expect to meet it again today.

It really is amazing!

Chapter 62

"Baldy donkey, what are you fighting with me?"

Lin Simu suddenly sneered, made a half-circle with his right palm, and slapped towards Jinlun Fawang in front of him with a whoosh.

"hold head high!"

A dragon chant suddenly resounded throughout the inner hall, which was deafening.

Jinlun Fawang's complexion suddenly changed, and he wanted to avoid the menacing palm force, but his right hand could not be freed no matter what.

His face was livid, his eyes were hardened, he suddenly shouted violently, and with all his internal energy, he suddenly pushed out his palm to meet the opponent's sky palm.

"boom!"

The two palm forces collided immediately.

Like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Jinlun Fawang's body flew back several feet like a kite breaking a thread.

"boom!"

A crisp sound.

Jinlun Fawang fell to the ground violently, a mouthful of old blood gushed out from his mouth, staining a large stepping stone on the ground red.

However, he did not lose consciousness, resisting the heart-piercing pain in his internal organs, he tried his best to get up, but his legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Gudong" sound.

His legs suddenly became weak, and his knees fell to the ground in an instant. He put his hands on the ground, and two streams of blood spit out from his mouth.

At this moment, all the blood on his face has disappeared, and his internal organs have suffered extremely serious internal injuries. If he does not cultivate for more than half a year from this battle, he may not be able to recover.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Seeing that Lin Simu's palm technique was as powerful as overwhelming mountains and seas, Yin Tian widened his eyes in shock and blurted out to himself.

His voice was not loud, just enough for everyone around him to hear him clearly.

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?

All the people present were shocked when they heard it, and their hearts froze.

This is the magic skill of suppressing the beggar gang, just like Qiankun Da Nuoyi, only the top leader of the gang is qualified to learn it. How did this young man learn the unique skill of the beggar gang?

Yang Xiao's eyes widened, he held his breath, the shock on his face couldn't be more shocking, and he murmured: "How is this possible? How could he learn the One Yang Finger, the Great Teleportation of the Universe, and the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon at the same time? These three They are all top-level magical skills, as long as ordinary people can learn a blessing that has been cultivated in eight lifetimes, this is too incredible."

Yang Buhui listened to his father's words, besides being shocked, he felt even more secretly happy. After all, this man is so powerful and he said he would protect her for the rest of his life, so who would dare to bully her in the future?

The masters of the six sects stared at this scene dumbfounded, and their hearts were filled with turmoil. They never imagined that this young man is really a genius, and he has so many unique skills in martial arts?It seemed that he did have some reservations about them, otherwise he would strike out the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, who among them could withstand such fierce and invincible palm strength?

"Zhiruo, did Lin Simu teach you any kung fu?" Miejue Shitai raised her head and looked at Zhou Zhiruo who was in front of her.

She also knew that this kid was the closest to his disciple Zhiruo on the way to the Bright Summit.

"No, master, he just taught me a few kung fu called "Xiaoyaoyou." Zhou Zhiruo heard the master's question, turned and returned to Miejue Shitai's side.

"It seems he's hiding something from you."

Miejue Shitai stared at Lin Simu, frowned and said.

Hearing what Master said, Zhou Zhiruo frowned, feeling a little puzzled, why Brother Lin refused to pass on her unique knowledge?

Just use a few seemingly chic tricks to get rid of her?

Zhao Min saw that Jinlun Fawang was defeated so easily, her eyes flashed with shock, and then she was more playful, she turned her head and asked: "Master Lu and Crane, their martial arts skills are better than yours. how?"

Lu Zhangke and He Biweng looked at each other and smiled wryly, the former said: "If you go back to the princess, the martial arts of these two people are not inferior to our senior brothers, even if we fight together, we can at most be a tie with the King of Dharma , and that young man in white has multiple martial arts skills, and his internal strength is extremely strong, we may not be able to defeat him."

Crane Biweng nodded in agreement, and said: "Senior brother is right, this kid's internal energy is harmonious with yin and yang, combining hardness and softness, but he still prefers masculine martial arts all the way. It is the nemesis of our yin and cold faction. It's not like his inner strength can be developed at his age, I'm afraid that kid has some kind of shocking adventure."

"Oh? Interesting." Zhao Min looked at Lin Simu with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

She was suddenly curious about this guy, how did he master so many stunts?

What kind of adventure did he have?

"You fell down before I did my best?"

Lin Simu stared coldly at the embarrassed Jinlun Fawang who was on all fours, and shouted coldly.

He hasn't contributed yet?

Everyone present was completely shocked, so where is his upper limit?

In the entire Yuan Dynasty martial arts, I am afraid that only Zhang Zhenren from Taishan Beidou can fight him?

"I lost."

Blood flowed from Jinlun Fawang's mouth, he suddenly raised his head, staring at Lin Simu blankly: "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

This incomparable peerless master also lowered his proud head involuntarily.

Lin Simu smiled calmly, pointed at Jinlun Fawang's head, and said in a low voice, "If you killed the masters of Kunlun School and Huashan School, I will naturally not keep you."

As soon as the words fell, the white air flow between the fingers suddenly condensed.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, a crisp and soft voice sounded, and Zhao Min rushed to Jinlun Fawang with a stride, and looked at Lin Simu indifferently.

"Our Dharma King lost today, please spare his life." She made a slight gesture to him and said softly.

"Oh?"

Lin Simu raised his eyebrows indifferently, lowered his arm aimed at the King of Fa, and looked at the girl disguised as a man in front of him jokingly, and said softly: "Why should I let him go? Just rely on your words?"

"Yes."

Zhao Min smiled confidently: "Today, you have to let go if you don't want to."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a steady stream of footsteps, and then countless well-trained archers from the Yuan Kingdom squeezed into the entire inner hall, and then surrounded the six sects and the Mingjiao people. stand up.

The archers pulled up the bows and arrows in their hands expressionlessly, aiming at everyone present.

As long as Zhao Min gave an order, the people present from the Central Plains and the Ming Cult would instantly become hedgehogs.

Everyone from the six sects and the Mingjiao looked at this sudden scene, their faces changed greatly, and their hearts trembled. Most of them had suffered extremely serious internal injuries, and they couldn't move at this moment. How could they dodge so many arrows?

Their faces were suddenly as pale as paper, and the determination to die was already ignited in their hearts.

Lin Simu frowned, and stared at Zhao Min coldly: "Are you threatening me?"

Zhao Min's pretty face was filled with a sure-fire smile: "So what? Today is the death of people from the six sects and the Ming Cult..."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Simu stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed Zhao Min.

"what!"

Zhao Min exclaimed, and leaped towards Lin Simu involuntarily.

"The county lord."