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

The force of the fingers collided with the strength of the fist, making a crisp sound.

at the same time.

There was a crunching sound of broken bones, and the old monk's arm was broken, and he grinned in pain.

"Go."

Lin Simu's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and pushed it out suddenly, and a fierce invisible palm force hit the old monk's chest like lightning and flint.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The old monk immediately flew backwards and slammed into the wall of the temple gate behind, bleeding profusely, and died immediately.

All the monks in Shaolin turned pale with shock. This is the first master of their Bodhidharma hall. He has reached the pinnacle of dragon claw hand, and his dragon claw hand attainment is second only to Master Kongxing among the four great monks. How could he be instantly killed?

The shock in Master Kongwen's eyes at this moment cannot be overstated. With such a strong internal strength, could it be said that he has reached the legendary Transcendent Realm?

It is rumored that there are thousands of troops from the super-mortal realm powerhouse, and taking the head of the enemy general is like picking something out of a bag.

Demon cult leader, is it really so terrifying?

Master Kongwen suddenly felt a chill in his back, and his legs were slightly weak. The strength of the first master of the Bodhidharma Academy was second only to him, but now he was killed in an instant. With such terrifying strength, even if he did it himself, The result is also self-evident.

Despite the fear in his heart, he pretended to be calm, looked at Lin Simu, clasped his hands together, and said softly: "Amitabha, you are so good, benefactor, you should stop doing reckless killings, you should put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

He knew in his heart that no one in the entire Shaolin Temple was his opponent, but the current plan, but he could only persuade them with good words and let them make peace.

"Becoming a Buddha?"

Lin Simu sneered, raised his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice: "Master, you are joking. As the leader of the Demon Cult, you call me a Buddha? Isn't this too whimsical?"

Master Kongwen couldn't help shivering when he heard the words, he felt bitter, did he want to invite the three uncles to fight with him, but they have been in seclusion for many years, how can they disturb their cultivation?

"Amitabha, benefactor, you can become a Buddha or a demon in just one thought." Master Kongwen clasped his hands together and continued, "I heard that the leader of the Ming Sect has been waiting for him since Yang Dingtian disappeared. Where did the benefactor come from today? This junior also went to the Mingjiao Guangming Peak, why hasn't he returned yet?"

He was very puzzled, and at the same time wanted to send him down the mountain by relying on his three-inch tongue.

Lin Simu refused to enter, and said in a cold voice: "Master, you have lived in Shaolin for a long time, how do you know the world structure? When you sent two masters, Kong Zhi and Kong Xing, to besiege my Guangming Peak, you should have expected this ending, that's all. , I am not an unreasonable person, as long as you hand over the Shaolin 72 unique skills, Yijinjing, and marrow-washing sutra, maybe I can let you live?"

His words were icy cold, if the monks dared to say no, it would be a bloody battle.

The villains in many works died because of talking too much, so how could he not know.

If he can do it, he tries not to force it!

Chapter 73 Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, Yi Jin Jing Acquired

"Boy, don't be presumptuous."

At this moment, eighteen old monks in pale yellow robes appeared behind Master Kongwen. They were holding Wulang Bagua sticks, and attacked Lin Simu at a very fast pace, staring at him angrily.

They are the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple, and their martial arts are all at the level of first-class junior high schools. If they leave the Shaolin School and go down the mountain, they all have the ability to establish a school.

For example, the heads of many small sects have second-rate Dzogchen and first-rate strength, such as Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng School, Zuo Zimu of the Wuliang School, and so on.

Eighteen arhats held Wulang gossip sticks, with momentum like a rainbow, and quickly attacked, and surrounded Lin Simu in an instant. They kept pacing back and forth in circles, and the azimuth formation seemed impeccable.

"It's just you?"

Lin Simu's sharp eyes flashed a chill, he sneered, shook his long sleeves, a gust of wind suddenly passed by, and the Wulang gossip sticks in the hands of the monks fell to the ground with a "crash".

Immediately afterwards, he circulated the Great Move of the Universe, causing the internal energy to accumulate on his right foot, and then he raised his right foot and stomped it down. The unparalleled white air wave spread out extremely quickly along the feet.

"This is?"

The Eighteen Arhats were dumbfounded, exclaiming incessantly, what the hell kind of martial art is this?

They only felt a cold on the soles of their feet, and the spreading air wave swept towards them immediately.

This air wave is like a mountain torrent, and the torrential flood rushes out like a landslide, as if it can swallow everything.

"boom!"

The roar sounded suddenly, like a volcanic eruption.

Eighteen Arhats cried out in agony, as if hit by a torrential flood, their bodies immediately flew in all directions.

After a while.

Eighteen Arhats fell to the ground, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and could not move again.

Regarding the death of the Eighteen Arhats, Lin Simu did not lift his eyelids, as if their life and death had nothing to do with him.

Immediately, he suddenly took a step forward.

"Shh!"

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

His figure has come to a distance of three feet in front of Master Kongwen.

"Master Kongwen, you don't want Shaolin Temple to be filled with blood, do you?" He looked at Master Kongwen indifferently and said jokingly.

The expressions of all the monks present suddenly changed, including Master Kongwen. Their backs felt cold, and they stared at Lin Simu as if they were watching a ghost. Their legs trembled uncontrollably. At the same time, they held their breath, not daring to breathe.

The terrifying pressure made it difficult for them to breathe.

As if with a wave of his hand, they would be wiped out.

Moreover, the Master Jiansi and the Eighteen Arhats who were killed were all top experts in Shaolin Temple, so they couldn't bear this kid's blow?

Who else can fight it?

Isn't this kid a bit too perverted?

"Master Kongwen, take me to the Sutra Pavilion. If you dare to say no, I think you will go down to see the Buddha together." Lin Simu glanced at the Shaolin monks disdainfully, and said in a deep voice .

His tone was undeniable.

He is indeed going to let Kong Wen take him to find the cheats. If he is killed directly, it will take a lot of effort to find the cheats. Second, this can also attract the attention of Shaolin Temple. Only wait for Zhao Min and others to kill him. It would be okay to wash Shaolin Temple with blood.

"you?"

Master Kongwen was trembling with anger, his eyes were dark, he almost fainted, he staggered, almost fell to the ground, but fortunately someone behind him supported him.

This kid in front of him is too much, he simply doesn't pay attention to them Shaolin Temple.

But in the face of such a powerful enemy, even if all the monks swarmed up, it would be difficult to defeat him. Did he just want the secret book?

How about giving it to him?

Abbot Kongwen rubbed his temples, suddenly felt a little tired, he didn't want Shaolin Temple to be removed from his hands.

"You go with me."

He sighed helplessly, turned and walked into the temple gate with countless desolation in his eyes.

Lin Simu smiled lightly, this old boy still knows current affairs, but even so, he would not choose to let Shaolin Temple go.

Now that they have come, they will pay a heavy price.

Then, Lin Simu swaggered into the Shaolin Temple under the vicious eyes of the Shaolin monks.

He didn't care about the resentment towards him from the monks, but even so, what could they do to him?

This world is like this, the strong are respected, and those with strength can really do whatever they want.

Under the leadership of the master abbot of the Shaolin School, Lin Simu passed through several corridors and halls in the temple, and he passed without hindrance along the way.

Hundreds of Shaolin monks watched Lin Simu's every move with righteous indignation. If he dared to hurt Master Fangzhang Shiyi Yihao, they would definitely rush to him, even if he was defeated, they would not suffer such humiliation.

Soon.

The old and the young went to the Sutra Pavilion.

There was a monk guarding the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, about 50 years old. At this moment, seeing the abbot brought a young man in white into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, he was horrified, "Abbot, this is?"

Kong Wen clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this is Master Lin, the leader of the Ming Cult. He wants to take a look in the Sutra Pavilion."

"Oh?"

The monk guarding the pavilion frowned, gave Lin Simu a cold look, and stepped aside.

Seeing the unkind look on the monk's face, Lin Simu frowned, suddenly raised his wrist, and slapped him on the cheek.

"Snapped!"

The monk who guarded the pavilion had a slap on his face, his teeth flew across the face, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

at the same time.

The boy's cold voice also sounded: "A mere monk? Are you worthy of staring at me?"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Simu disdained to look at this guy again, and walked to the depths of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

The monk who guarded the pavilion covered his beaten face with his right hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand, then clenched his fists fiercely, staring fiercely at Lin Simu's back.

Master Kongwen turned pale with shock, but he must not offend this little ancestor, otherwise Shaolin Temple might lose its protection.

He quickly winked at the monk guarding the pavilion, realizing that he hurried out.

The monk guarding the pavilion understood in his heart, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, he resisted the urge to do something, but he didn't dare to disobey the abbot's order, and immediately stepped out of the loft.

But he didn't go far, just waited at the door of the Sutra Pavilion, if there was any trouble, he would rush in immediately

At this time, Lin Simu looked around at the Golden Pavilion in Shaolin Temple, and what caught his eyes was the large and antique attic. The bookshelves were made of ancient wood, which looked very old, like it had been through hundreds of years. precipitation.

In the pavilion, there is still an old and long smell of books.

There are all kinds of ancient and yellowed scriptures on the wooden shelf.

Lin Simu's eyes were overwhelmed by the dazzling array of scriptures in the room. He glanced at Kong Wen and said, "Master Abbot, I would like to trouble you to find out the Jing of Changing Tendons, Sutra of Washing the Marrow, and 72 special skills."

Master Kongwen was stunned for a moment, with a dazed look on his face. He didn't stay in the Sutra Pavilion for a long time, and if he wanted to find scriptures, he had to come to the monk guarding the pavilion.

"Yuan Song, come in and look for scriptures for Benefactor Lin." He immediately said to the guarding monk waiting at the door.

Master Yuansong was stunned, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, what the hell is Master Abbot doing?

How could this kid be so presumptuous?

But he didn't dare to disobey Master Abbot's orders. Despite his reluctance, he went into the Sutra Pavilion and searched for the martial arts secrets he wanted for Lin Simu.

From time to time, Master Yuansong brought several martial arts secret books for Lin Simu. These scriptures seemed to be "Yi Jin Jing", "Xi Sui Jing", "72 Unique Skills" and other martial arts secret books.

Lin Simu also said that he was doing Taoism, and indeed he just borrowed a few observations, read them at a glance, and then threw the secret books aside.

When he saw "King Kong Lion's Roar", "King Kong's Immortality" and "Yi Jin Jing", Lin Simu's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested. He immediately sat cross-legged, and took the lead in practicing according to the lion's roar.

two hours later.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, suddenly there was a sound of thunder and weapons colliding from outside.

at this time.

A hurried shout from outside came to the ears of the three people in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, "Master Abbot, it's not good, the enemy is constantly attacking the temple, we can't resist it, please come out and preside over the overall situation."

Master Kongwen was shocked when he heard it. He had been waiting for Lin Simu all this time, but he didn't expect that there would be enemies?

Could it be said that today is the day when Shaolin Temple is facing a catastrophe?

Chapter 74 Dragons Without Heads

Lin Simu sat cross-legged, and when he heard the shouts of the monks outside, he knew that it was Zhao Min and the others who had arrived.

He slowly opened his eyes. In just two hours, his Vajra Lion Roar and Vajra Immortality have reached the level of proficiency. Such talents can be called abnormal.

The internal strength of Shaolin Yijin Jing has also reached the level of Xiaocheng.

"Yi Jin Jing" is also a treasure book of martial arts that people in the martial arts dream of. It is praised by Jiumo Zhi in Tianlong as a magical skill that is as famous as "Six Meridians Excalibur". Let it go, apply it naturally, come out without knowing it, like the rising of the tide, like the hair of thunder.

Lin Simu has the Nine Suns magical skill as the foundation, practicing martial arts in the world can get twice the result with half the effort. Now practicing this scripture is like a small boat in the sea.

Lin Simu couldn't help grinning because of the two top-level internal skills, he felt that the internal skills had reached the point where the ancients shone through the present.

His cultivation realm has broken through the peerless realm and reached the legendary extraordinary realm.

The Transcendent Realm, as the name suggests, has surpassed 90.00% of nine fighters in this world.

Its strength has vaguely broken away from the shackles of mortals, whether it is speed, strength, or physical strength, there has been a qualitative leap.

It can make people more energetic, prolong their life every year, even if they are over 100 years old, they can still live a lively life and live a nourishing married life!