The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the stars appear and disappear.

Xiao Xun stood under the eaves of the Zen house, facing the entire courtyard, with palms together.After taking a deep breath... Xiao Xun moved.

Still shadows appeared in the courtyard.

Under the eaves, Xiao Xun's figure seemed to have never left.

After a while, the shadows in the courtyard dissipated.

Xiao Xun breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "I can't even fool my eyes, when will I be able to cultivate the phantom again?"

Chapter 66 Why does this sound so unpleasant? 【4/10 first order】

Zhikeyuan, in a Buddhist temple.

Zhang Cuifeng was feeding Song Qinglun.

Just a while ago.

Abbot Xuanzheng sent someone to inform that Song Qinglun and other four Zhenwu sect disciples could go to the back mountain of Bodhidharma Academy tomorrow and venture into Tongren Lane.

The sword light was shining, and the figures of Zhang Cuifeng and Song Qinglun were everywhere in this Zen courtyard.

half an hour.

Zhang Cuifeng retracted his sword, looked at Song Qinglun and said approvingly: "That's right, the Jiuqu Tongtian Sword you cultivated is quite promising, if you and I are in the same realm, I'm afraid I will lose to you within a hundred moves."

"Fifth Master Uncle is absurd."

Song Qinglun slapped his sword and said, "I heard that after passing through Tongren Lane, you can get a reward.~"

"good."

Zhang Cuifeng nodded, and said, "There are rumors in the world that Qiao Song practiced the eight dragon-capturing moves, which he obtained after passing through Tongren Lane."

"Fifth Master Uncle thinks, can I break through Tongren Lane?" Song Qinglun looked at Zhang Cuifeng.

"This..." Zhang Cuifeng hesitated for a moment.

The master nephew in front of him is really good, and he can be said to be a leader among the younger generation.

However, Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men are well-known.

"It's hard to say." Zhang Cuifeng shook his head, thinking that he couldn't make it through.

"What if Senior Brother Zhang Wuji comes to break in?" A disciple of the True Martial Sect next to him asked curiously.

Zhang Cuifeng smiled, and did not answer this question, but said: "It's getting late, what you have to do now is to recharge your energy, if any of you can break through Shaolin Tongren Lane, not only will you get the prize at the end of Tongren Lane." Reward, and your name will be famous all over the world.

Moreover, it can greatly promote the name of my Zhenwu faction. "

After speaking, Zhang Cuifeng went back to his room.

I thought in my heart, if my son came over, would he be able to break through?

in the courtyard.

Song Qinglun looked at the long sword in his hand, full of confidence in his heart.

Just now, he didn't show his full strength.

"Tomorrow, I will be famous all over the world!"

Song Qinglun whispered, a kind of blazing light flashed in his eyes.

The next morning.

Xiao Xun originally wanted to go directly to Tongren Lane, thinking that he would leave Shaolin tomorrow morning to go to the Zhenwu School, so he should first say hello to Master Xuanku's uncle.

these five years.

When encountering problems in cultivation, Xiao Xun would usually ask Xuan Ku.

The relationship between the two is sometimes like a mentor and apprentice, and sometimes like an old friend.

After making a few vegetarian dishes with his own hands, Xiao Xun brought the food box to the Chuzu Zhai of Wuru Peak.

In the Buddhist hall.

Xiao Xun told Xuan Kuu that he was going to go to the Tongren Lane soon, and that he was going to the Zhenwu School tomorrow.

"Break into Tongren Lane...it's too early." Xuan Ku said.Xiao Xun hummed and said, "I want to try."

While eating vegetarian food, Xuanku said: "Eighteen bronze figures can form a large formation of eighteen bronze figures. After forming the formation, the power is not simply the superposition of 18 people, but the 18 people are one body.

One move is eighteen combos.

Your dexterity is pretty good.

But once you let these 18 people form a large formation of eighteen bronze men, you have no chance to break through. "

"Eh..." Xiao Xun laughed dryly, and said in a low voice, "I didn't even think about breaking through, I just wanted to see how big the gap between me and them is." This was the truth.

Xiao Xun never thought that he could break through the world-famous Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Soldiers Formation.

Xuan Ku took two mouthfuls of food and said: "Your lightness kung fu may not be worse than theirs." Xiao Xun blinked and asked: "Is my lightness kung fu really good?"

"Among the juniors, it's not bad." Xuan Ku said, "It's not like you don't have a chance to break through Tongren Lane." Xiao Xun's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "I'd like to ask Master Uncle for advice." "Who are you?" Xuan Ku asked.

"Me?" Xiao Xun was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Disciple Hui Wu." Feeling a little nervous, did my uncle know my name is Xiao Xun?

"You, the meridian is blocked, in the eyes of every monk in Shaolin Temple, you are a weak person." Xuan Ku said.

Xiao Xun curled his lips, snorted lightly, and didn't speak.Even though I know it's true, listen...

Why is it so annoying? !

Xuan Ku continued: "Actually, your lightness kung fu is not bad." Xiao Xun's heart moved, and he vaguely understood the words of Master Xuan Ku's uncle. "The heart of contempt."

Xuan Kuu said, "It's not that the Eighteen Bronze Men don't have contact with the outside world, they probably know you too." "A heart of contempt?" Xiao Xun whispered.

"Facing you, they will never directly form the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation." Xuanku said, "This is your chance." …ask for flowers.

"Disciple understands." Xiao Xun took a deep breath, feeling wild hope in his heart.

Xuan Ku said: "No matter how powerful a person is, they will often fail miserably because they underestimate their opponents.

In the future, no matter what opponent you face, you must mention twelve distractions.

The rivers and lakes are different from Shaolin. In Shaolin, if you fail, it is only a failure and you can try again.In the arena, failure usually means death. "

Xiao Xun clasped his hands together and said earnestly: "The disciple has been taught." He knew that Master Xuanku's uncle was teaching him the real truth.

"In the rivers and lakes, people's hearts are sinister, good for no reason, and there are usually hidden conspiracies..." Xuan Rong said a lot.

Under his narration, the world has lost its chivalrous flavor and is full of intrigue and intrigue.

Xiao Xun listened carefully, knowing that these are all the experiences of Master Xuanku's uncle.

Ever since he got the 'Magic Shadow Chasing Wind Walk', Xiao Xun knew that this master uncle in front of him was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

The food was getting cold and the sun was in mid-air.

"When you go out, you should also read more Buddhist scriptures." Finally, Xuan Ku said. "Okay." Xiao Xun nodded.Over the years, I have indeed read a lot of Buddhist scriptures.

But it feels useless.

It's not as good as medical scriptures.

After leaving Chuzu Zhai, Xiao Xun went straight to the back mountain of Bodhidharma courtyard.

Outside Tongren Alley.

A disciple of the Zhenwu sect flew out, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his hand was broken in two.

"Five feet." Zhang Cuifeng whispered, unable to calm down.

The four disciples who followed him to Shaolin this time are all elite disciples of the Zhenwu Sect. "It's too dark inside, I can't see anything clearly." The disciple who flew out said in a muffled voice.

"That's right, when I just entered, the golden light dazzled my eyes, and I was shot out." The disciple of the Zhenwu sect who broke into the alley first said with a sigh.

"It's too careless. I didn't expect Tongren Lane to be in a cave. I thought it was a certain street." Another disciple shook his head and said.

They know too little about Tongren Lane.

I only know that there are eighteen bronze men in Tongren Lane, but no one knows about Tongren Lane itself.

At this moment, of the four Zhenwu sect disciples, only Song Qinglun remained.Dry.

Chapter 67 The alley breaker, Yaowangyuan Huiwu! 【5/10 for the first order】

Song Qinglun stood outside the entrance of Tongren Lane.

"The one who broke into the alley is Song Qinglun from the Zhenwu Sect." The yellow-clothed monk of the Zhikeyuan who was in charge of receiving the Zhenwu Sect's group introduced him.

He is Yuanqiu, and he was here five years ago to witness Qiao Song rushing through Tongren Lane.

"Qing Lun, be careful." Zhang Cuifeng warned.

Song Qinglun nodded slightly, drew out the saber in his hand, his eyes were fixed, and he rushed into Tongren Alley in an instant.

A golden light strikes.

Song Qinglun flicked his long sword lightly, and the incoming golden light stopped immediately.

Whoosh~!

Song Qinglun seemed to have turned into an arrow off the string, advancing two feet in an instant.

Boom ~.

The sound of the copper rod hitting the ground was heard.

Song Qinglun's clothes fluttered lightly, and the long sword in his hand danced in all directions. He kept walking forward without stopping, and his posture was quite calm.

Walk to six feet.

Song Qinglun stopped and said "[-]", a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

In front of him, nine young monks glowing with golden light appeared, with different postures.

Behind him, there are also nine bronze figures gathered.

Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Figures!

"I'm Song Qinglun, please enlighten me."

Song Qinglun opened his mouth, and the long sword in his hand was full of light blue sword energy, and the void around the sword body seemed to be filled with waves.

The eighteen bronze men were very indifferent, without any response, each of them looked like a glaring King Kong, and did not move at all.

Song Qinglun frowned slightly, and a look of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

contempt.

In his opinion, the reaction of the Eighteenth Bronze Man at this moment is a contempt for him. "Hmph, let's see how I broke your bronze formation."

Song Qinglun snorted secretly, moved his right hand lightly, and a light blue light flashed on the tip of the sword, directly attacking the front.

Boom~!

This battle broke out directly.

The nine bronze figures behind Song Qinglun did not move.

The nine bronze men in front of Song Qinglun shot at the same time, and in an instant, nine attacks attacked Song Qinglun.

Clang~!

Clang~!

Clang~!

In the originally quiet Tongren Alley, there was the sound of clashing gold and daggers.

Song Qinglun breathed a sigh of relief, and the sword came out like a charm, and he practiced the nine-curved sword that he had cultivated to the extreme.

Swinging a sword, nine sword lights emerged, resisting the nine attacks at the same time.

After ten moves in succession, Song Qinglun did not fall down, but his heart sank.

He did not fall below, but he did not occupy any advantage.

The opponent's nine opponents make one move at the same time, and he needs to make nine moves in a row to be even.

The self-consumption is nine times that of the opponent's nine people!