The Great Demon Lord of Martial Arts

Facing this sharp finger, Ji Chuan's face did not change at all. He was ready to take the finger and try the seventy-two postures of the Demon Hand that he had just pondered over the past few days.

Although I haven't fully understood it yet, I can still give it a try, just in time to try it with Shaolin disciples.

The seventy-two movements of the Demon Hand were originally a secret technique of bloody hand work. Although the supreme master Ling Donglai cracked them all, he was still a person who had a glimpse of the way of heaven and should not be speculated by ordinary people.

Therefore, it is still difficult to conceal its infinite power.

Suddenly, Ji Chuan's five fingers changed in random directions, and in Wu Shan's eyes they suddenly became unreal, like overlapping shadows.

A cold shout fell, and Ji Chuan's palm was wrapped in a layer of ink-black infuriating energy. Demonic flames rolled and rolled as the fingers danced, and then met the sharp finger like lightning.

There was no earth-shattering sound. As soon as the palms of his hands came into contact, Wu Shan's face, originally filled with a sinister smile, suddenly became unbelievable and he took a few steps back unbearably.

There was a dull pain in his fingers, and a black energy spread across his fingertips. His expression couldn't help but change, and he quickly used Buddhist techniques to resist this ominous black energy.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing?" Wushan said in disbelief with an ugly face.

Ji Chuan stood on the same spot without moving at all, and the two of them decided that this was because Ji Chuan did not use the spiritual power of the demon in his heart.

Otherwise, Wushan would not be able to get a good deal today, which is why Ji Chuan does not want to offend Shaolin too much for the time being.

Ji Chuan smiled coldly and said: "What about the seventy-two movements of the Demon Hand? Does Master still have the confidence to send me to Shaolin to suppress me now?"

"Devil's Hand?" Wu Shan's mind was racing. He racked his brains and couldn't remember which sect had this martial art. It was really weird.

His Iron Finger Zen Jin has been cultivated to a great level, and Iron Finger Zen Jin is the basic internal skill of One Finger Zen. When it reaches its peak, it can crack stone monuments and crack stones.

One can imagine how terrifying it would be if it were applied to people.

One-finger Zen is known as the "No. 1 Finger of Shaolin". It can even injure people from a distance by condensing internal strength. It is especially good at acupuncture points.

However, now he is not qualified to practice this martial art.

Even among the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, One Finger Zen is the top-ranked martial arts.

"Are you a disciple of the Demon Sect?" Wushan thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with a result, but he could get a glimpse of the name of his martial arts.

The anger on Wushan's face disappeared. He understood from the move just now that he was no match for Ji Chuan. If it were his senior brother, he would have slapped Ji Chuan to death.

Thinking of this, Wushan looked at his senior brother in shock. He originally planned to teach Ji Chuan a lesson, but he didn't expect that he would give him a lesson instead. He felt a little embarrassed.

"Amitabha, thank you for your mercy, but today my brothers and I must take donor Ye back to Shaolin."

Wu Zhen used the Buddha's name and thanked Ji Chuan sincerely, but still had no intention of giving in.

From the move just now, Wu Zhen could tell that Ji Chuan was merciful.

Wu Zhen would not let it go. Ji Chuan had a guess. He wanted to save Ye Qingming today, but these two people alone could not stop him or take him away.

"Master is only in the Xiantian realm, how can he be so confident? He was so careful that he flashed his tongue."

Ji Chuan sneered. In Xiantian's realm, he really has never been afraid of anyone. At worst, it would be a tie. It's not that easy to defeat him.

"Shameless talk!"

When Wu Shan heard this, he was rarely angry. He looked at Ji Chuan with some sympathy. He thought his senior brother was the same as him?

He and his senior brother Wu Zhen are so different from each other that they cannot be compared to each other.

It's not that he's being self-effacing. I'm afraid he won't be able to do anything under his senior brother.

Wu Shan thought silently, then looked at Ji Chuan teasingly.

"Haha, the same is true for the benefactor, he is bound to win." Wu Zhen smiled lightly, looking indifferent, which made Ji Chuan sneer, just pretending.

In a land of pure Buddhism, Wu Zhen, as a monk, speaks in a high-sounding way.

After saying that, Wu Zhen straightened up a little, and suddenly stretched out a hand, with a strange smile on his face, which was in sharp contrast to his indifference just now.

However, this smile made Ji Chuan feel threatened, and his expression became solemn.

At this time, Wu Zhen was like a savage beast compared to before, making Ji Chuan's whole body tense, and he really felt the threat.

"This monk..." Ji Chuan frowned, Wu Zhen had been hiding his clumsiness, and now he exploded, which was really surprising.

When Wu Zhen extended his hand, his index and middle fingers were slightly closed, he held a flower and smiled, I will become a Buddha.

Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, curling your fingers!

"Pick your fingers!"

With a sly smile on his face, Wu Zhen tapped out with one finger, like a savage beast attacking Ji Chuan.

Ji Chuan suddenly felt awe-inspiring, and the devil's hand immediately shot out, colliding with the fingers holding flowers, a fierce collision between the invisible energy.

"Ding-deng-deng..."

Ji Chuan took a few steps back, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the energy and blood in his body trembled.

Wu Zhen only took half a step back, with a calm expression on his face, as if he was not injured in any way.

"Amitabha, please don't be stubborn. Donor Ye and my two brothers must be brought back to Shaolin." Wu Zhen said calmly.

Let's talk about it now, the deterrence is different from just now. Showing strength will definitely be respected by others, and the weight of words will be different.

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"What was that move called just now?" Ji Chuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, rubbed his chest, and asked coldly.

Wu Zhen said calmly: "Nianhua smiled, nianhuazhi!"

Ji Chuan frowned and asked in confusion: "Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, finger curling?"

This reminded him of the seventy-two stunts in Shaolin in his previous life. He did not expect that the Great Qin Shaolin Temple also had such tricky martial arts.

Seeing the true meaning of holding flowers with one's fingers has quite a Buddhist charm and implies the Buddhist Zen philosophy, which is why it is so powerful.

This is the case with Buddhism. The deeper you delve into Buddhism and the more thorough your understanding of Zen principles, the easier it will be to practice Buddhist techniques and the faster you will understand.

The seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin are known to everyone in the world. They are so powerful that they are not taught to those who are not direct disciples of Shaolin. They are famous throughout the martial arts world and are feared and envied by all martial arts people.

"What do you think, donor? It's better not to be stubborn."

Wu Zhen has been trying to comfort Ji Chuan not to interfere. He sensed danger from Ji Chuan. He always felt that Ji Chuan had reservations about the move just now.

Moreover, Ji Chuan's face was calm and showed no signs of depression.

Wu Zhen didn't want to continue fighting with Ji Chuan. He was rarely so unsure about a person, and today he met one.

Therefore, Wu Zhen hopes that Ji Chuan can retreat despite the difficulties. Even though he knows that this hope is slim, he is willing to give it a try.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ji Chuan's mouth. He really thought he had lost. He was overthinking it.

"Da da da……"

At this time, rhythmic sounds came from behind Wu Zhen and Wu Shan.

Ji Chuan looked at the visitor and smiled, a strange smile.

When Wu Zhen saw this, his expression suddenly tightened, and he quickly looked behind him, his pupils suddenly shrinking.