Heavenly Dragon

Yeyue is quiet, and nothingness is sitting alone on the terrace of the Sutra Pavilion. The night wind is gentle, and the moonlight is like water. His face is serene and serene. a circle.

He has already cultivated the Yi Jin Jing to the peak of the sixth level, as long as he goes one step further and step into the seventh level, then he will be able to surpass Abbot Xuanci in terms of skill and become a real master among masters.

咻

There was a slight sound of the sleeves breaking through the air from a distance, followed by a slight landing sound immediately in front of him. This person's speed and martial arts skills are absolutely top-notch in the world.

Void is no stranger to this sound, it is Murong Bo among the two who often come to steal scriptures, because the sweeping monk himself let the behavior of these two people do nothing, Void does not want to provoke these two current masters , so I pretended not to know it for several years.

And at this time, I am at the critical moment of breaking through the sixth level and entering the seventh level, so it is even more impossible to ignore it.Why did he come here tonight, Wu Wu thought to himself, the arrival of these two people is already regular, and he just calculated that neither of them will come today, so he will practice here.

As soon as Murong Bo in a gray robe entered the scripture storage pavilion, he went straight to a bookshelf on the second floor, and secretly put a book in his hand back.

After stuffing it, he turned his eyes around, and after scanning the bookshelf for a few times, he took out a martial arts secret book from it, and after flipping through it a few times, he was secretly happy, covered the book and put it in his arms.

He turned around and was about to leave when he glanced suddenly and saw Wu Wu who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, at this moment Wu Wu was facing him, but his eyes were closed tightly, motionless.

Murong Bo was shocked immediately, he came here to steal scriptures for decades, he thought he was ignorant of ghosts, and had never been discovered by anyone, but at this moment, there was a young monk here.

He didn't know if it was a coincidence, but Murong Bo didn't believe in coincidences, even if it was a coincidence, he had to be cautious, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and a ray of murderous intent was brewing in his heart.

Originally, Wu Wu was practicing Yi Jin Jing, but after hearing Murong Bo's voice coming, he began to slowly stop the movement of true energy, like a river flowing back, slowly returning to his dantian.

Withdrawing his internal energy, he adjusted his breath a few more times, suppressing the turmoil caused by his temporary stop, and then he remained motionless, quietly waiting for Murong Bo to leave.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable cloudy and obscure aura rushing towards him. He had never experienced the world before, so he didn't know the murderous aura at this time, but he also knew it was not a good thing.

Immediately he felt alert in his heart, whoosh, a slight sound of air vibration resounded in the air, and he immediately knew that this was the sound of strength piercing the air three-dimensionally, and it was a finger kung fu similar to the one-yang finger.

But the strength of this finger came extremely fast. Although he had been prepared for a long time, he still couldn't dodge it in time. At that moment, the zhenqi in his whole body circulated and spread all over his body, and the skin on his body suddenly became hard, especially on his chest. There was a faint golden light in a large area.

噗

Murong Bo's combined fingers directly tapped on nothing's chest, leaving a small black scorched hole on his clothes, sucking, nothingness took a deep breath, followed by a low shout of Ha, his whole body With a shock, a force was shaken out of his body, and with a click, a wooden board in the Sutra Pavilion was shattered into pieces by the force.

Wu Wu suddenly opened his eyes, stood up suddenly from the ground, fixed his eyes on Murong Bo fiercely, the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.

Huh?Murong Bo let out a soft cry, surprise flashed across his face, he didn't expect this young Shaolin monk to have such a cultivation level, he didn't get hurt at all by his hand and fingers, now he doesn't have any contempt for this millennium-old Shaolin Temple.

He waved his hands, thinking of slapping the scriptures on the bookshelves on both sides, suddenly the strength surged, and the wind was strong, sweeping dozens of scriptures on both sides and smashing them towards nothingness.

These dozens of ordinary scriptures, under the coercion of their profound strength, suddenly became like iron bricks one by one. Startled.

Huhu

Gentle pushes of gentle force, vast and broad, and nothingness pushes forward again and again, which is one of Shaolin's 72 stunts, the Mountain Pushing Palm. Dozens of books with great meaning were blocked one by one.

Those books fell down like fallen leaves, and fell to the ground, all unscathed, without any damage. Seeing that the books on the ground were intact, nothingness let out a long sigh of relief.

咻

At that moment, the sound of piercing through the sky resounded, Xu Wu suddenly raised his head and looked forward, only to see Murong Bo flying towards the outside rapidly, it is also because Wu Wu has too little experience in fighting against enemies, so it is hard for Wu Wu to look down at the books below at such a juncture Fortunately, Murong Bo had scruples about Shaolin Temple in his heart, he didn't dare to make a move here, so he couldn't succeed in one blow, so he immediately fled away.

Seeing the gray figure flying rapidly in front of him, Wuwu's eyes were full of evil spirits, he kicked his feet, and leaped out, his body was as light as a swan, and he followed.

The two ran faster and faster, they ran out of the Shaolin Temple, and then galloped down the Shaoshi Mountain, the inner strength of nothingness is extremely strong and pure, so even though Murong Bo tried to get rid of him several times, they were actually cannot.

He followed behind, seeing such a situation, he was overjoyed and eager to win, he wanted to see how he was compared to this Murong Bo, so he chased even harder and refused to let go.

The two of them galloped all the way, descending Shaoshi Mountain, and ran for more than ten miles, then Murong Bo in front slowly slowed down and stopped.

He turned around and saw that nothingness had also stopped, his face was neither red nor out of breath, his eyes were sharp and he was looking at him, and he was on guard all over to prevent himself from attacking again.

"I didn't expect that there is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Shaolin Temple, and a small monk has such abilities," Murong Bo said.

"My benefactor, it's already very wrong for you to learn martial arts secretly in this temple, but it's even more wrong for you to attack the monks in this temple secretly," Xu Wu said.

"Hehe, I just heard that Shaolin martial arts is profound, so I came here to borrow it. As for just now, I just wanted to try your martial arts, little monk. How can I really bully the small with the big?" He turned around backwards, with his hands behind his back, his head raised at a 45-degree angle to look at the night sky, looking like a master.

Seeing his behavior like this, Xu Wu sneered, and said: "The old man is really shameless, stealing books can also be called borrowing books, haven't you heard that if you don't ask yourself, it's stealing, as for yours just now." That finger, the little monk really didn't see the slightest hint of probing. The old gentleman said he was trying the little monk's martial arts instead of a sneak attack. His thick skin and strong logic are simply incredible and unheard of."

After finishing speaking, he laughed out loud at the moment, the laughter swayed, thinking that the surrounding mountains and wild rumors would spread, and the meaning of ridicule and ridicule in it was like a tidal wave rushing towards Murong Bo.

Murong Bo was shocked and angry at once, under the cover, his old face was both shocked and angry, what surprised him was that this person was so young, but his skill was so profound, a long laugh shocked Si Ye, and he was angry This person doesn't have the etiquette of a monk at all.

"Young monk is really sharp in speech and sophisticating, but he doesn't look like a monk at all. Could it be that all the monks in Shaolin Temple are so cultivated, and they utter foul language?" Murong Bo said with a cold snort.

"The old man is really getting more and more confused with age, and I don't blame you for being so ignorant," he said, sighing and shaking his head, "Have you ever seen people in the government treat those who break the law with good wine and meat? Good wine Good meat entertains people who will be sent to the guillotine. The old man came to this temple to steal scriptures, which greatly violated the temple regulations, but he still wants the monks of this temple to treat each other with courtesy. Could it be that he has lived too long and is a little impatient , Want to be sent to the guillotine? It’s a pity that this temple wants to be compassionate, so it won’t do such a cruel thing, Amitabha,” he said, clasping his hands together, with a compassionate expression on his face.

No matter how well-bred Murong Bo was, he couldn't help but clenched his hands at this moment, his face turned green and pale, and he sneered, "Young monk is really eloquent."

"No, no, I'm just telling the truth, sophistry is just, but it's not what people in my Buddhist sect should do." Wu Wu smiled, but in fact he was secretly vigilant, the strong and pure zhenqi in the meridians in constant circulation.

huh huh

With two soft sounds, Murong Bo raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger twice in a row toward the nothingness. Two invisible finger forces shot out, nothingness's gaze flashed, and his right hand was also raised, but it was the thumb, index finger, The middle finger and three fingers were tucked together, the corner of the mouth smiled slightly, and passed it forward.

Chi Chi

Nianhua fingers met Shenhe fingers, the two forces collided in the air and then made two soft noises, Wu Wu suddenly felt a shock all over his body, he couldn't help but took a step back, his heart was horrified, knowing that his skill was stronger than this The old stuff is even worse.

call

Suddenly a gust of wind blows, Murong Bo slapped him, this move is not one of Shaolin 72 unique skills, Murong's aristocratic family is also well-versed in hundreds of schools, Xu Wu is not surprised by this.

With a low growl, he struck out fiercely with his right fist, facing the strong wind, and immediately struck out Xuankong Quan, Xuankong Xuankong, Xuanmiao Kongkong, the most unpredictable boxing technique.

Although his skill was not as powerful as Murong Bo's, but relying on the subtlety of the Xuankong Fist, he still managed to hit the palm immediately.As soon as the two exchanged hands, they fought at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain in the wilderness.

But seeing that Murong Bo's martial arts moves are varied, he will throw out his palms, punches, and point out in the air with his fingers together, while nothingness is a set of Xuankong boxing that is superb, ethereal, invisible, and powerful. Yin ruthless.