Martial Arts: My Proficiency Panel

"Master Xuanci!"

Abbot Xuanci adjusted his breath for a while, before he could leave, he heard Ning Xiu shouting behind him.

"Is benefactor Zhao safe? Such a major incident happened in our temple today, but it hurt the two of you. It's a sin."

Hearing Xuanci's apology again, Ning Xiu and Zhao Chaoci both bowed slightly: "Master, you don't have to do this."

Ning Xiu hesitated for a moment and said, "Master Xuanci, do you know who that person was?"

"This... the old monk really doesn't know that this person's skill is so profound that he is not inferior to Qiao Feng, but he made a big throw of the stele hand, Wuxiang Jiezhi and other Shaolin martial arts. I'm afraid he has sneaked into the temple for a long time and learned many martial arts secretly. It’s a shame to know nothing.”

Hearing this, Zhao Chaoci frowned and said: "He has gathered his true energy, so he is definitely not an unknown person in the Jianghu. Shaolin martial arts are difficult to master, and his Wuxiang Jiezhi has reached the stage of transformation. I am afraid that he has stayed in your temple for ten years. It's been more than a year. He came to rescue Qiao Feng at the risk, so he must have a close relationship with Qiao Feng, could it be...is he Qiao Feng's relatives, or the real culprit who killed Master Xuan Ku?"

Hearing her conjecture, Abbot Xuanci shook his head and sighed, and read a few Buddhist scriptures, "This person is practicing Buddhist martial arts, but he doesn't use Buddhism to guide his heart. He is very murderous. If we can't find him, he must be Qiu Qianren again." Such a catastrophe in the rivers and lakes."

Ning Xiu thought, Qiao Feng, Murong Bo, and Xiao Yuanshan are all masters of the level of condensing true energy or even a little higher level, the joint efforts of many eminent monks in Shaolin may be able to stop them, but it is unlikely to capture them.

Only the sweeping monk who can't see the end of the dragon can easily take down the three of them, but I don't know where the sweeping monk is now?

Just when Xuan Ci was going to look for his juniors, Xuan Ji suddenly appeared, "Brother Abbot is not well, a thief stole the scriptures!"

If it was an ordinary scripture, how could Master Xuanji come to report it, upon hearing this, Xuanci frowned.

Qiao Feng suddenly appeared, Xuan Ku was killed by the villain, and then someone stole the scriptures, if there is no connection between these people, he would not believe it.

Xuanci turned around and apologized to Ning Xiu and Zhao Chaoci, immediately arranged for people to take them to recuperate, sent people to chase after the person who stole the scriptures, and finally went to find the thief who was suspected of killing the junior brother himself.

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Shaolin Temple, outside the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

"Boy, how is your injury?" Xiao Yuanshan sat cross-legged behind Xiao Feng, healed his injury, under his extremely pure internal force, after a quarter of an hour, Xiao Feng's injury gradually healed.

Xiao Feng said: "There was a person who gave the baby medicine before, and now he has his father's luck to heal his wounds, he has recovered to seven levels, and he can perform martial arts without any hindrance."

"good!"

Xiao Yuanshan stood up and fixed his eyes on the Sutra-Depository Pavilion. Just now someone broke into the Sutra-Depository Pavilion suddenly. That person seemed to be a Tibetan martial artist, and a young monk came out on the way, and cut off the man's beard while he was off guard. The little monk was hit by Xuanji's "one slap and two scattered palms", and he probably couldn't survive.

Most of the monks went after the two thieves, and the rest of them were bewildered, and hurriedly checked the missing scripture pavilion.

This chaos just gave him time to heal Xiao Feng's wounds, and he had to thank those two people who stole the scriptures.

Thinking just like this, Xiao Yuanshan looked at the ancient building where Shaolin Temple's secret books were stored, and snorted coldly: "It is said that all martial arts in the world come from Shaolin, and Shaolin martial arts are all in the Cangjing Pavilion. These monks have learned martial arts, but they have caused Xiao to suffer. Half a life, what's the use of keeping it, let it be destroyed now!"

Xiao Yuanshan's robes flew up, all the true energy in his body was condensed in his palms, and his aura rose sharply.

As soon as he raised his hand gesture, an incomparably ferocious energy was condensed and brewed between his palms, and a palpitating force swept across the surrounding bamboo forest and air in vain.

"Impossible!" Before Xiao Feng could stop him, the two palms that condensed Xiao Yuanshan's life force had already been struck!

boom! ——! ——

The surrounding energy was instantly sucked into the vortex in Xiao Yuanshan's hands, and the power of ten feet of heaven and earth was poured into both palms, and immediately rolled up dust all over the sky.

The crazy cylindrical Qi Jin frantically swam and bombed, rushing fiercely towards the scripture storage on the opposite side.

"Don't forget the man who dug the well when you drink water. It doesn't matter if Xiao benefactor secretly learned my Shaolin martial arts, why do you want to destroy the Buddhist scriptures pavilion?"

Wave!

An old monk suddenly appeared, standing in the air between the palm force and the Sutra Pavilion, and lightly pushed out two palms, but what erupted was not the trembling sound of metal clashing, but a light wave sound.

The monk who suddenly appeared gave birth to a golden lotus every step of the way. It was not a real golden lotus, but a vision that the power of the primordial spirit showed when the martial arts had reached the point where the three flowers gathered at the top.

Xiao Yuanshan's palm force was blocked, the old monk and Xiao Yuanshan fought against each other, the latter only felt his forehead tighten, as if he had hit the surface of the water, and he had a soft feeling of sinking into it.

Wow——

The wind was strong, and the dust was rising.

A tremendous power of primordial spirit was mobilized in an instant, as if turning into a gust of spring wind.

The vicious energy that blasted towards the Sutra Pavilion suddenly rolled back like a roll of noodles, and suddenly dissipated.

When it landed in front of the shocked Xiao family father and son, it turned into a gust of wind and swept away, blowing the clothes of everyone present.

"Three flowers gather on the top!"

Xiao Yuanshan's body trembled violently, his mind was dizzy, he was directly shocked by the force of this conflict, and he retreated five steps, his eyes widened and he couldn't help being extremely horrified.

The old monk in front of him has achieved good fortune, and has reached the state of three flowers gathered at the top that countless people in the rivers and lakes dream of. Although the power of heaven and earth has not been aroused, his strength is already much higher than that of Xiao Yuanshan, which can block Xiao Yuanshan's ten-level palm power.

"Amitabha, Murong benefactor, are you still unwilling to show yourself?" The old monk's eyes suddenly stopped in a dark place, the two were far apart, but their voice seemed very close.

He stepped forward, concentrating all his strength on the first joints of the thumb, forefinger, and middle three fingers of his hand, spinning slowly a thousand times, smiling and twisting flowers——

With the shock of his three fingers.

Whoosh—

There seemed to be an incomparably strong invisible energy in the air that was born out of thin air, and it hit straight.

Murong Bo's figure suddenly turned to one side, and almost at the same time, the blue aura flashed outside his body, and the aura that protected his body was brushed by the fierce aura, making a resounding sound.

Before waiting for him to respond.

There were two more "dang" and "dang" loud bangs like ringing a bell.

Murong Bo's body shield exploded and collapsed on the spot as if hit by a heavy hammer.

Two invisible but incomparably fierce vigor passed by unabated.

However, at that moment, Murong Bo let out an angry roar and he slapped out his palm like thunder and lightning, barely able to block the force of these two fingers, Murong Bo appeared on the spot, his eyes were full of surprise.

Nianhua finger is soft and strong on the outside, and has masculine strength on the inside and outside.

After the success, the three-fingered object, no matter how solid the stone is, can be shattered by the finger, hurting people invisible, but the inner strength is extremely strong and gentle.

The old monk in front of him has amazing skills in picking flowers, even surpassing the contemporary abbot, but his face is very strange. Murong Bo has sneaked into Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years, and he has never seen this person before, so he couldn't help asking:

"Old monk, who are you?"

The old monk is wearing a black and yellow monk robe, with three flowers gathered on the top. Although his face is old, his fingers and even the exposed arm are full of vitality and elasticity like a strong young man.

Since he fought with Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo for only a short while, the old monk has already used four unique skills, including Vigorous Vajra Palm, Bright Fist, Flower Finger and Great Teleportation Technique, each of which has been perfected to perfection, it can be called terrifying.

Besides the four of them, an old monk in Tsing Yi looked at this scene and admired inwardly. Xuan Cheng realized the Tao from Bodhidharma Cave. After reading the scriptures, he has entered the realm of three flowers gathering on the top, and his martial arts are extraordinary and refined.

The old monk who rivals the two masters of true energy is none other than Xuan Cheng, a peerless genius of the same generation as the contemporary abbot, who has been praised as the number one martial artist in Shaolin for two hundred years by the Lingmen master and many senior monks!

It is difficult for ordinary people to complete one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills in a lifetime, but Xuan Chengtian is a prodigy, only a hundred years old, and has twenty-three extraordinary skills in his body. With just a few moves, he has already forced out the full strength of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo. .

"Benefactor Xiao and Benefactor Murong, the old monk has escaped into Buddhism, the ancient temple with green lights, and the ancient Buddha has been with him for decades, why do you care about this name?"

As a master of three flowers gathering at the top, Xuan Cheng transformed his qi and blood again, and even gave birth to the power of the primordial spirit. Even if he did not use the power of heaven and earth, he would not be defeated by Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

He heard his deep and deep voice, like an ancient bell in the morning, shocking: "Three benefactors, all living beings are suffering, and the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Since you all have learned Shaolin Kung Fu and are destined for my Buddhism, why don't you put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately? Escaping into Buddhism, you will get rid of three thousand worries, and there will be no more worldly worries."

"Hmph! Emperor Wu of Liang reigned for forty-eight years. He sacrificed himself three times to offer sacrifices to the Buddha. Later, he was forced by Hou Jing to starve to death in Taicheng, and the country was also destroyed. Serving the Buddha to seek blessings is even more calamity. The Buddha is not enough, the old man was harmed by the Buddha, how dare the bald donkey use the Buddha to save me!!"

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly glared and shouted violently, the veins on his neck popped up, his eyes glared furiously, he took a wild breath, and suddenly opened his mouth, the internal energy frantically condensed and vented, and let out a wild roar!

Roar! ! !

A deep, bell-like roar of a lion suddenly exploded, thick and solemn, earth-shattering, distorting the surrounding air and turning it into waves that spread like water waves.

Rumbling, the stones on the ground shook violently.

Shaolin lion roar skill! !

A large number of Shaolin disciples fell to the ground screaming in pain, covered their ears and rolled over, only to feel their eardrums rumbling, and bleeding from their noses and ears.