Comprehensive martial arts: the villain system, starting with eighteen palms to subdue the dragon

"This seat wants to step into the realm of heaven and man, so why do you need the help of your Buddhist sect?"

"Old monk Xinjian, open your dog eyes and see what state I am in now!"

boom!

A powerful coercion emanated from Xiao Ling's body in an instant, covering the sky and covering the sun, like a huge Mount Tai, ruthlessly oppressing Xinjian and others who were confronting Xiao Ling.

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

Following Xiao Ling's coercive coercion enveloped the Shaolin mountainside.

Southern Shaolin!

Deep in the back mountain!

In a bamboo forest full of dead leaves, a few old monks who were dying and old, like dead wood and rotten wood, opened their cloudy eyes and muttered words.

They were awakened by the coercion of Xiao Ling's great master's perfect state. All three of them have one of the most terrifying backgrounds in the Southern Shaolin, but the three of them have not yet set foot in the realm of heaven and man!

Southern Shaolin!

Bookstore!

Second floor!

An old sweeping monk was slowly sweeping the fallen leaves and stains, and he was slowly sweeping the dust from the Sutra Pavilion with the broom in his hand.

The old monk was kind-hearted, his face was neither sad nor happy, his beard and hair were white, his gait was staggering, his body was thin, and the hands holding the broom were like dead branches that were about to wither.

The old monk sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion was wearing a gray robe and a gray pointed hat, which gave people a feeling of dying, as if half of his body had already been buried in the ground.

The sweeping old monk paused the work in his hands for a while, then shook his head indifferently, and said: "Young people nowadays really don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth!"

Afterwards, the old sweeping monk continued to sweep the dust in the Sutra Pavilion, obviously not paying attention to the terrifying coercion that Xiao Ling radiated just now. The coercion of Xiao Ling, a great master who is in a perfect realm, seems insignificant in his eyes , not worth a damn!

Southern Shaolin!

Back Mountain Vegetable Garden!

at this time!

There was an old monk who was carrying water. This old monk was different from these benevolent old monks. He had a fierce appearance and a hideous face.

It's just that this old monk carrying water always has a silly smile on his face, giving people a feeling that he is a bit silly and silly. One can tell at a glance that this fierce-looking monk is honest and kind. Bully!

The old monk carrying water, his unusually tall and burly body paused, and suddenly let out a cold snort, and said with a sneer: "Hmph! Is there something life-or-death coming to provoke me in Nan Shaolin?"

Then, the old monk carrying water seemed to have remembered something again. He raised his terrifying head, which was a circle larger than ordinary people, turned his head and looked around, and said to himself: "Fortunately, no senior brother saw it, otherwise I will be punished again." Go pick shit!"

At this moment, not far ahead, a young bald man walked out of a small thatched hut. He had a domineering expression on his face, with his nostrils upturned. When he saw the old monk carrying water, he said, "Big man, Why are you being lazy and slippery there? Hurry up and pick it up, or Master will find out about it later, and you will be punished again."

The old monk who carried the water, immediately put on a naive smile on his face, nodded and bowed repeatedly, walked over carrying the water, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhuqing, I'm here, I'll be fine soon, Ma Shan will be fine!"

"Hmph, you're lucky today, otherwise your slacking off just now was seen by Master, and you will definitely be punished!"

The young monk named Zhuqing, who was being picked up by the monk who was carrying water, repeatedly called his senior brother, and for a moment, a trace of relief appeared on his face.

The ferocious, unusually burly man came over after fetching water, walked up to Zhuqing, and asked with a naive expression on his face: "Senior brother Zhuqing, why isn't old master here?"

"Could it be that something important happened in our temple today?"

"So, master and his elders don't clean up here anymore?"

Zhuqing felt happier when he heard him calling senior brother again, and thought for a while, "It seems that some powerful person came outside the mountain gate today. Renxiang and others are brothers, and even a few ancestors of the Xinzi generation have been dispatched!"

"Now, they should be confronting the outsider outside the mountain gate!"

"I heard that the outsider's strength is unfathomable. Abbot Xinhu and Master Xinmei in my temple were beheaded by this outsider outside. He even came to my mountain gate today. This person is really cruel. !"

"Big man, our martial arts skills are low and our strength is insufficient. We should not go out, so as not to risk our lives in vain!"

"Let's pick water and water vegetables honestly here, and wait for the development of things!"

Zhuqing was still rambling on, he had finally found a simple and honest person who was willing to call him senior brother to work for him, so naturally he didn't want the big man to sacrifice his life in vain!

"Big man!"

"Big man?"

As Zhuqing talked, she felt that something was wrong. The big man who was by her side just now had disappeared without a trace, and she didn't know where she went.

The pair of buckets and the shoulder pole were still there, but the big man had disappeared.

Zhuqing looked around, shouted a few more words, but found no one responded, it seemed that he was the only one left in the whole vegetable garden!

Zhuqing yelled to no avail, murmured a few words, and said: "Huh, you are a big man, and I don't know where you went to fish in troubled waters. When you come back, let's see how I can tell the master. you!"

Afterwards, Zhuqing went over and took the pole and bucket that the big man threw on the ground just now, carried them on his back, and walked slowly to the river, and started his daily work, carrying water and watering vegetables day after day!

……

Southern Shaolin!

main entrance!

Halfway up the mountain!

The face of Master Xinjian Gujing Wubo was finally moved, and a trace of fear flashed in the corner of his eyes. He never thought that the young man in front of him, who was only [-] years old, had already stepped into the consummation realm of a great master, not far from the realm of heaven and man. a step far!

Afterwards, Master Xinjian muttered in his mouth, and praised: "Sure enough, people can't be judged by appearances. Donor Xiao has already reached the Great Master's Consummation Realm at a young age. The future is really limitless!"

"but!"

"Just relying on the power of the Great Master's Perfect Realm, it may be difficult to achieve the wish of the benefactor Xiao!"

Although Xinjian was shocked, but when he thought of the patriarch who swept the floor in the Sutra Pavilion, he felt extremely at ease. He was no longer afraid of Xiao Ling, and his face became sad and joyless, as if the great master was a martial arts master on the street generally!

Sun Baifa looked at Dao Xinjian's expression, and then felt a little uneasy, "Oh, the old monk has such a big tone, you are a great master and you are perfect!"

"Could it be that in your Southern Shaolin, there are still strong men in the Heavenly Human Realm?"

Miao Qizheng's eyebrows twitched, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and then he said: "If there really is a supreme being in that day's human realm in South Shaolin, what should we do!"

"Humph!"

"How is this possible? If he has a superhuman power in Southern Shaolin, then I, Lao Hu, will join Shaolin and be their thug for decades, so what!"

Hu Minghe obviously doesn't believe that there are supreme beings in the realm of heaven and man in Southern Shaolin. If there are supreme beings in the realm of heaven and man, why did they allow a Huoyun evil god, the ancient sword soul of the great master realm, to dominate 20 years ago? Fu, that would have crushed Huoyun evil god, ancient sword soul, to death not long ago! !

Hearing the words, Xinjian frowned with white beard and hair, glanced at Hu Minghe with cloudy eyes, and asked, "Benefactor Hu, are you serious?"

Hu Minghe's eyebrows jumped, and immediately, there was a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart, but people need shame and skin, and what he said can only be played as a joke, and he immediately responded: "That's natural, I always talk nonsense, keep my promises, Of course it is true!"

"True than pearls!"

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