Invasion of the martial arts world

Chapter 63
"Prajna palm?"

Chen Mo and Cheng Guan exchanged dozens of palm moves in a row. With Cheng Guan's occasional pointers, Chen Mo gradually understood the more essence of this set of palms. After half a stick of incense, he started to look good with his strength.

Just when Chen Mo had fully mastered this not too many but very domineering palm technique, Cheng Guan turned his ear and heard the outside retreat three feet and said:

"Yeah, that's right, the little benefactor actually got started so quickly, but now it's noisy outside, it seems that we can't play today, I will practice other martial arts with you when I have time."

Chen Mo hurriedly cupped his fists and said:

"Thank you Master Chengguan for your guidance."

It turned out that in this round of splitting, Cheng Guan pointed out the strength and mistakes of Chen Mo's attack at the critical moment, and Chen Mo's fairly good head was just in the middle of an epiphany. Powerful palm.

Vajra Prajna Palm, Chen Mo was also surprised by the explanation that popped up from the Martial World Gate at the moment of learning. This palm technique is enhanced with the improvement of strength and internal strength, but it explains a sentence behind the C-level intermediate martial arts. Daofei skills are graded. When the skill is strong enough to a limit, even a military boxing can deal with extremely powerful moves.

Cheng Guan chuckled, and said, a little confused:

"This is what you comprehended by yourself. It's not considered stealing Shaolin martial arts. I'm just pushing the boat along the way. If there is a martial arts genius like you in the world, it will definitely shine one day."

Chen Mo still nodded gratefully to this martial idiot. This kind of person has no distractions and no sects. If others know that he is learning martial arts secretly, even because of his respected status, he will not cultivate it as deliberately as Cheng Guan.

But at this time, neither of them said much and quickly walked out of the courtyard of the small temple. In the open space in front of Chuzu nunnery and the surrounding mountains, there were red lamas everywhere. Two lamas with fierce eyes stood back and forth, and behind them more than five hundred lamas were holding various weapons and staring at the small temple.

When Chen Mo walked out of the small courtyard, he saw an old monk he didn't know before and several warrior monks blocking the road. The old monk Heshi said:

"Amitabha, I don't know why all the eminent monks came to the first ancestor's nunnery?"

The old monk's beard and eyebrows were all white, but this question was like a lion's roar and thunder, and his voice shook the surrounding air within a radius of tens of feet, showing a majestic and solemn momentum.

Heishou Lama is the Grand Master Changqi who was looking for Galdan with Yang Yizhi. The two behind him are also masters among lamas, Sangjie and Hubayin. No one knows that Galdan has already turned into sewage at this time. Under Yang Yizhi's arrangement, Chang Qi still carried out Galdan's order to arrest people. He looked at the old monk expressionlessly with his black and thin face and said:

"Shaolin Lion's Roar Kungfu is really powerful and majestic, and old monk Changqi admires it, but Zen Master Huicong, we are only waiting for one person this time, please hand over that monk and everyone can settle it peacefully, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Shaolin is the sacred place of Buddhism and Zen. To avoid hostility between the Yellow Sect and Zen, I hope Master Changqi put down his butcher knife and go down the mountain. There is no one you need here." Zen Master Huicong said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, it's not speculative. Since the Zen master refused me to take that person away, I was offended. Everyone rushed into the Chuzu's nunnery and caught a 37-year-old and handsome young monk. The rest were killed. No pardon." Grand Master Changqi roared with wild laughter.

"Hoo hoo."

Following Chang Qi's order, lamas all over the mountains and plains rushed towards them screaming like a tide, and the monks in the temple jumped out of the wall one by one, holding eyebrow-leveling sticks and Jie Dao in their hands, and wanted to fight the lamas to the death.

Changqi's monk robe was rolled up, a pair of skinny palms suddenly enlarged a lot, the palms were red with dull vigor, and he patted on Hui Cong, and Sangjie and Hubayin who were beside him also rushed up quickly, Chengguan was Shaolin Hidden masters, he rushed up quickly and blocked the two masters in the hiding place by himself.

However, more red-clothed lamas around continued to come to the Chuzu Temple, and there were not many Shaolin monks around, so they could only form a ring to protect the small temple. Chen Mo had learned a few advanced martial arts at the beginning, and was worried that he had no opponent to fight against. As an experiment, seeing so many lamas in red clothes, he was also excited, but he did not rush directly but took out a bamboo tube from his arms. He quickly ignited the fuse on the bamboo tube, and with a muffled sound from the tent, A firework rushed to a height of several tens of feet, turning into streamers and falling down.

As soon as the signal was released, Chen Mo rushed into the group of red-clothed lamas with a strange laugh, and the cold iron dagger in his hand stabbed left and right, flashing with blood. Compared with these red-clothed lamas around, Chen Mo was considered a master. He became as ferocious as a tiger descending the mountain. Compared with other monks, his shots were the enemy's vital points, but there were more than a dozen lives that fell under his sword in a few breaths of time.

Chen Mo's violent killing made the lamas around him even more crazy. One after another, he kept slashing at him from all directions, with strange and unpredictable supernatural actions. Po Yushou kept attacking with two sets of palm techniques.

Amid the jingling and puffing sounds, Chen Mo's body continued to walk back and forth among the lamas, and after he shot, only corpses poured blood onto the grass in front of Chuzu's nunnery.

Chen Mo was fighting vigorously, and the Musketeers who had been ambushing nearby came up from behind one by one. When they seized the favorable terrain, they only heard crackling sounds and bursts of thick smoke rising. Many lamas trembled, and their bodies Showing a bloodstain, fell to the ground and screamed.

Chang Qi, who was fighting with Zen Master Huicong, was taken aback when he heard the gunshot, but Huicong seized the opportunity to slap his chest on the chest and backed up a few feet. He turned his head and saw that nearly two hundred guns were being filled with pills on the nearby mountain bag , he yelled loudly, three or four hundred lamas turned around and rushed to the musketeers on the hill.

Chen Mo sneered, the firearms team was not shooting in one shot at this time, because it was extremely time-consuming to load the matchlock guns, so he explained to Zhu Neng that the Musketeers could be divided into three groups to shoot in rotation, and retreated gradually The way to lure the enemy to charge, and then charge up again after eliminating a wave of enemies, this can avoid the disadvantage of musketeers' low combat power in melee combat.

Gunshots erupted round after round, Chen Mo was still running through the crowd of lamas like a dragon with swords and knives, Chang Qi, who was repelled by Huicong's palm, passed through the crowd, a pair of red palms just killed another lama When he was named a red-clothed lama, he shot out in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)