People in Zongwu: Starting with the Yin Gui Sect

"Looks like it has already started!"

As soon as he entered the temple, Wu Yu heard the sound of fighting, and one of the people was an acquaintance of his.

Character: Jiumozhi.

Identity: Tubo State Master.

Realm: Innate Martial Arts.

Kung Fu: Yijinjing•Remnant (Heaven Grade Middle Grade), Longxiang Prajna Kung (Heaven Grade Middle Grade), Xiaowuxiang Kung (Heaven Grade Middle Grade), Jiuyang Magic Kung (Heaven Grade Middle Grade), Liumai Divine Sword•Remnant (Heaven Grade Lower Grade), Flame Knife (Earth Grade Upper Grade)...

"Good Jiumozhi, I didn't expect that he has successfully practiced the Nine Yang Magic Kung in just a few months, and it seems that he has at least reached the realm of small success."

Feeling the true breath of Jiumozhi like a raging fire, Wu Yu couldn't help but sigh at Jiumozhi's high martial arts talent. In addition, Xiaowuxiang Kung is also a non-attribute Kung Fu, which can be practiced together with other attributes of internal Kung Fu, without worrying about the problem of true Qi conflict.

As for the man who was beaten back by him, Wu Yu also took a rough look and found that he was actually a high monk of the Xuan generation - Xuan Nan.

Perhaps because of Wu Yu in this world, there is no Zhenlong chess game, so Xuan Nan did not die at the hands of Ding Chunqiu.

Looking at Xuan Nan who was still struggling in the field, Wu Yu shook his head. Even in the original book, he was not a match for Jiumozhi, let alone Jiumozhi who had the Nine Yang Divine Art.

Sure enough, after a few more moves, Jiumozhi's Demon Subduing Fist hit Xuan Nan's shoulder. With a click, Xuan Tong, whose tendons and bones were broken, flew backwards.

"Amitabha."

After being helped up by the monks, Xuan Nan first chanted a slogan, and then was carried away.

"I wonder if there is any other Shaolin monk willing to teach?"

After dealing with his opponent, Jiumozhi had no intention of resting at all and continued to challenge the people of Shaolin Temple.

However, with the blessing of the Nine Yang Magic, Jiumozhi's internal Qi has been inexhaustible. Unless he uses a trick that can clear all the Qi in one move, he doesn't have to worry about the problem of insufficient Qi.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that Ming Wang, as the Tubo national teacher, is not inferior to many martial arts masters in the Central Plains. In this case, let me, Xuan Du, come and learn from Ming Wang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Du took the lead and attacked Jiumozhi with the Wuxiang Jiezhi.

But even with the Wuxiang Jiezhi, which is known as one of the 72 Shaolin magic skills, Jiumozhi not only did not dodge but let the opponent's attack fall on him.

Just when everyone thought that Jiumozhi was too arrogant and would definitely get hurt, a red Qi shield suddenly rose from Jiumozhi's body, completely blocking Xuan Du's full-strength attack.

No matter how strong he is, the breeze blows over the hills, no matter how arrogant he is, the bright moon shines on the river, it is the Nine Yang Magic.

Seeing that his full-strength attack did not cause any damage to the enemy, Xuan Du, who was unwilling to give up, used several of the 72 Shaolin skills in a row, but there was no effect except for leaving a little ripple on the opponent's true qi shield.

"It seems that your 72 skills are not yet up to standard. In this case, let's take a good look at what the real 72 skills are."

Jiu Mozhi retracted his true qi, and then he actually performed the same moves as Xuan Du.

What was even more shocking was that Jiu Mozhi's attack was more than twice as strong as Xuan Du's. Just one finger made Xuan Du completely lose his fighting power.

"This is the Wuxiang Jiezhi. Jiu Mozhi, why do you know the 72 skills of my Shaolin Temple?"

Seeing Xuan Du being injured by Jiu Mozhi, Xuan Tong on the side instantly recognized that the martial arts performed by the other party was the Wuxiang Jiezhi, one of the 72 skills of their Shaolin Temple.

Facing Xuan Tong's questioning, Jiumozhi sneered, "You didn't keep your martial arts well and let outsiders spread it, but now you blame me. Besides, let alone the Wuxiang Jiezhi, I also know many other 72 unique skills!"

After saying that, Jiumozhi performed more than ten 72 unique skills, including the Flower Picking Finger, the Vajra Finger, the Duoluo Leaf Finger, the Wood Sword Technique, and the Powerful Vajra Palm. Each of them was extremely skillful and powerful, and was even more authentic than the Shaolin.

"Hiss!"

Others were also frightened by Jiumozhi's strength. These were the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. Even if you only learned one or two of them, you would be able to gain a foothold in the martial arts world, not to mention more than ten. The most important thing is that Jiumozhi has practiced each of them to the state of great success.

"You..."

Xuan Tong pointed at Jiumozhi and was speechless. He originally planned to attack him on the pretext that Jiumozhi had stolen the Shaolin martial arts. After all, stealing other people's martial arts in the martial arts world is a taboo.

But when Jiumozhi said, "It's you who didn't keep your own martial arts well," he was speechless.

And notKnowing whether it was intentional or not, Shaolin Temple has always been making the 72 unique skills leak out. If it really counts, who knows how many people will be offended, so Xuantong can only swallow this anger alone.

Not to mention other people, even Wu Yu who was standing by was shocked by Jiumozhi's strength. He clearly remembered that Jiumozhi in his previous life was far from being as powerful as he is now, especially the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, which were more like chicken ribs to him.

Now, I am afraid that these 72 unique skills in Jiumozhi's hands are no less than any Shaolin monk. Unless the one in the Sutra Library is willing to take action, I am afraid that no one in the entire Shaolin Temple can be Jiumozhi's opponent.

"It seems that I underestimated the Nine Yang Magic Art. I originally thought it was just a mid-level martial art and didn't care much about it, but now it seems that the Nine Yang Magic Art was created specifically for the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu."

Feeling that Jiumozhi's power in controlling the 72 Kung Fu was obviously much higher than other martial arts, Wu Yu felt that the creation of the Nine Yang Magic Art might have been to control the Shaolin Kung Fu.

"Which Shaolin monk is willing to teach me!"

Not paying attention to other people's nonsense, Jiumozhi continued to challenge the monks of Shaolin Temple.

"What a good foreign monk from the Western Regions, if that's the case, let me test your weight."

Although he knew that he was no match for Jiumozhi, facing Jiumozhi's continuous provocations, Xuantong had to take action, otherwise wouldn't it mean that they, Shaolin, were afraid of this foreign monk?

Unfortunately, ideals are full, but reality is very skinny. After just a few rounds of fighting, he was swept away by Jiumozhi, following the footsteps of the previous few people.

But Jiumozhi took advantage of the situation and bullied him again, determined to build his own reputation by stepping on the reputation of Shaolin Temple.

"Master uncle, be careful!"

When Jiumozhi's palm was about to fall on Xuantong, a young monk about 20 years old rushed out regardless of the danger and directly faced Jiumozhi.