Comprehensive martial arts: The golden body is indestructible at the beginning

As soon as he finished speaking, rhythmic snoring sounded in the room, and the boy actually fell asleep on the bench.

Everyone was confused, only A Fei and Li Xun Huan looked solemn.

Both of them mentally thought about taking action against this person, but found that no matter what, they couldn't find any flaws in this person.

After trying several times to no avail, A Fei shook his head irritably and couldn't help but remind Lu Yuan.

"Be careful of fraud!"

Lu Yuan nodded, stretched out his fingers, and three invisible sword energies attacked the young man.

The boy suddenly moved and slid away like a fish. Hearing three "duh duh duh" sounds, three holes appeared on the bench.

The boy lay back down again, as if he had never moved, his chest rising and falling regularly.

Lu Yuan became increasingly vigilant at the sight, and immediately used the lion's roar skill and shouted: "Wake up!"

A loud shout caused the entire inn to tremble, and dust fell from the beams, covering everyone.

Li Xunhuan glanced at the people around him and saw that they were not affected at all, and he became more and more surprised.

It's not like he has never seen the lion's roar skill before, but Lu Yuan's ability to retract and release it so freely, like a tiger roaring and a lion roaring, would never be possible without decades of hard training and deep internal strength!

In his memory, except for Master Yuanming from Shaolin in the past, no one could practice the Lion Roar Kung Fu to this extent.

What is the origin of this Lu Yuan...?

The boy was yelled at, his snoring stopped instantly, his brows furrowed slightly, he suddenly stood up and slapped the table, turned towards Lu Yuan, and slapped Lu Yuan on the shoulder.

Lu Yuan retreated slightly, used Tai Chi, stretched out his hand to hold the young man's palm, gently pulled it to his side, and then pushed his elbow into the young man's chest.

With a bang, the boy hit the wall hard, and cracks spread like spider webs.

The boy finally opened his eyes, looked at the slightly red palms covering his chest, and said lightly: "What a domineering punch."

Lu Yuan glanced at his elbow, which was in shreds of clothing, and said calmly: "Senior's skills are not bad either."

The boy smiled, closed his eyes again, jumped up again, and floated in the air like a feather, slowly falling towards Lu Yuan.

Approaching Lu Yuan, he stretched out his palms, like a butterfly piercing a flower, leaving no trace.

For a moment, Lu Yuan's vision was filled with palm shadows, and with his eyesight, it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

"Oops!"

A Fei was startled and just about to help, he suddenly froze in place.

Lu Yuan took a slight step back and used the same move to exchange dozens of palms with the young man in the air.

For a moment, there was a banging sound in the house, and the aftermath of the move turned the newly cleaned lobby into a mess again.

The boy flew back, widened his eyes and asked, "Are you also a disciple of that Taoist?!"

Lu Yuan did not answer, but slowly rolled up his sleeves and said calmly: "Come again."

The boy was no longer as relaxed and comfortable as before. He took a deep breath, returned to his sleeping state, and rushed towards Lu Yuan.

But this time, his movements were even weirder. He seemed to have no rules, but he was as slippery as a loach and attacked Lu Yuan with his palms like lightning.

Lu Yuan smiled slightly, took a slight step forward, and turned into a shadow.

One green and one white actually started chasing each other in the room, and when they occasionally collided, a muffled sound like a giant bell would be heard.

Everyone was dazzled by what they saw. Only Li Xunhuan subconsciously held the flying knife in his hand and suddenly asked the bearded man next to him: "Chuan Jia, how many years have you been practicing in iron cloth shirt?"

Tie Chuanjia was stunned. Although he didn't know why, he still answered honestly: "I started soaking in potions to strengthen my body when I was four years old. It lasted for thirty-seven years."

"How is your Qinggong?"

"Young master, please stop teasing me." Tie Chuanjia said with a wry smile: "I practice horizontal kung fu, which is in conflict with light kung fu.

In horizontal training, the body should be as stubborn as iron and as immovable as a mountain.

If your body is heavy, how can you practice light body techniques? "

Li Xun Huan's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he said solemnly: "Then if someone can practice Qing Gong and Heng Lian to an extremely high level, he must be a genius."

"How is that possible!" Tie Chuanjia replied subconsciously, suddenly stunned, looking at the two figures chasing each other in the room, and murmured: "Could it be that Mr. Lu...

impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Young Master, you must have read it wrong. "

"Listen to this sound." Li Xunhuan's ears twitched slightly and asked, "Does it look like a golden bell?"

Tie Chuanjia hurriedly listened, and suddenly his expression changed drastically.

He originally thought it was just the sound of two people's strong palms clashing, but after Li Xunhuan's reminder, he finally got the clue.

This is obviously a very high-level training of Jinzhongzhao... No!

Tie Chuanjia was shocked and exclaimed: "This is no longer the golden bell, this is the indestructible magic of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts!"

As a martial arts master, he firmly believed that he heard correctly, swallowed his saliva and continued: "The golden bell is divided into twelve layers, and it is widely spread.

Only the last four levels have always been a secret in Shaolin.

It is said that when the Golden Bell Shield reaches the eighth level, the whole body will not be hurt by sharp objects, and that is the indestructible golden body.

But if you want to go further later, it will be as difficult as reaching the sky.

So far, except for Zen Master Bodhidharma, I have never heard of anyone who has trained the golden bell to the level of an indestructible golden body, let alone the twelve levels of Dzogchen! "

Li Xunhuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, put the flying knife into his sleeve, and said with a gentle smile: "The lion's roar skill, the diamond is indestructible... It seems that he is really a queen of a famous family, I am too worried.

I didn’t expect that only ten years after I left the Central Plains, Shaolin would produce such amazing and talented lay disciples.

I wonder if his master may be an old acquaintance of mine..."

when!

Two figures collided violently in the air, interrupting Li Xunhuan's words.

The young man was unsteady and took a few steps back before hitting a pillar in the lobby. A mouthful of blood spurted out and dyed his front red. His hands were as red as if they had been roasted by fire.

Lu Yuan took two steps back slightly and bumped into the table before he stabilized his body. His body was covered with palm prints left by the boy, his insides were still trembling slightly, and a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

"What is your purpose of hiding your name here?" Lu Yuan wiped the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice: "With your strength, there are few people in this world who can be your rival, why do you want to be a handyman here?"

The boy spat out a mouthful of blood and said calmly: "Isn't it the same for you?

He has the skills to establish a sect, but he is willing to open a small escort agency. "

Lu Yuan smiled and did not ask further questions. He changed the subject and said: "If you want to continue, I advise you to show your true skills.

Fists and kicks are not your strong point, so it would be meaningless even if I win. "

The boy's eyes were sharp, and he slowly took the dirty towel that had not fallen off his shoulder. He stretched out his hand and found that the towel was stretched as straight as a sword.

Lu Yuan's heart was shaken, and the surging sword intent on the young man's body made him subconsciously tighten his grip on Minghong's waist.

He just made a move, and everyone present felt a pressure rushing towards them, and the boy's eyes suddenly became confused and he said softly.

"knife......"

"Two Broken Swords, please advise." Lu Yuan bowed slightly. The Minghong Sword was barely unsheathed, and the pure killing intent instantly enveloped the entire inn.

"Two breaks..." The boy seemed not to be affected at all and repeated. Suddenly he shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You remind me of an old friend."

"Old friend?"

"Forget it." The boy suddenly returned to his baggy appearance, put the towel on his shoulders, and yawned: "That's it.

If the fight continues, it will be the difference between life and death. "

Lu Yuan was confused by the boy's actions, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was making a fool of himself or telling his true thoughts.

"I can repay the favor, but I don't want to risk my life for the favor." The boy found a complete seat and lay on it, saying weakly: "I just want to live for myself now."

Lu Yuan sheathed his sword and walked up to the young man.

Only then did he realize that this boy was actually wearing a human skin mask!

Lu Yuan's curiosity became more and more serious and he asked directly.

"Your Excellency must not be an unknown person. May I ask your name?"

The boy was silent for a moment, then said softly with some melancholy.

"Duan Shenying."