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The first thousand two hundred and twelve chapters turn

Jiumozhi was shocked again.

"How could this little monk know that what I used was not using the flower-picking finger? It was not a Buddhist martial arts?"

In a moment of thought, I suddenly realized it.

"Yes! The fingering of the flower is a very royal and peaceful skill. It only points to human acupoints to defeat the enemy without hurting others. I am eager to win. The fingering force is too sharp and actually poked three small holes in the old monk's chest. It is not the original intention of the Venerable Kashyapa to smile. This little monk must know from this."

He was born wise and had a lot of strange fates since he was a young man. He never lost to anyone in his life. Once he left Tubo, he won the battle wither and prosperity in the Tianlong Temple of Dali Kingdom. He was originally an equal master. Except for Zhou Xuan, who was like a god like a god, there were no other opponents.

This time I came to Shaolin, I originally wanted to fight this thousand-year-old ancient temple with my martial arts alone, and to see if Murong Bo is there.

Jiumozhi saw that Xu Zhu was only in his twenties. Although his skill of "wheel finger sealing a hole" was quite mysterious, he thought that no matter how high his martial arts were, he would not be much higher. He smiled and said.

"The little master actually said that my finger-piping flower is not a Buddhist martial arts, but where did Shaolin's unique skills be?"

Xu Zhu is not good at speaking and just says.

"My Master Xuandu's finger on the flower is naturally a Buddhist martial arts. You...you...you master's...this is not..."

While speaking, he raised his left hand and learned Xuandu's technique, he also bounced three times, using Xiao Wuxianggong with his finger force.

He was respectful to others. He did not dare to face Jiumozhi these three bullets, but he just rushed to the place where no one was. He could only hear the sound of Tong, Tong and Tong. A bronze bell in the hall made a loud noise. Xu Zhu's three fingers bounced on the bell, as if he was hitting with a force of a bell hammer.

Jiumozhi shouted.

"Good Kung Fu! Try my Prajna Palm!"

As he said that, his palms stood up, as if he was celebrating, but his palms were not closed. With a shout, a force of palm spit out from between his palms and ran towards Xuzhu. It was the "Canyon Sky Wind" of the Prajna Palm?

Seeing that his palm was fierce, Xu Zhu had to stop him, and immediately used a move of "Tianshan Six Yang Palm" to transform his palm power.

Jiumozhi felt that the suction force was hidden in his palm, and he just happened to restrain his palm power. It seemed to be the foundation of Xiao Wuxianggong. He felt a stern in his heart and said with a smile.

"My little master, are you Buddhist kung fu? I came to Baoshu today to learn the magical skills of the Shaolin sect. Why did you use the kung fu to give it to others? Shaolin martial arts are one of the best in the Song Dynasty. Is it not enough to compete with the martial arts of foreign countries?"

He tried Xu Zhu's internal skills, but he was not sure of winning, so he ran with words, asking him to only use the skills of the Shaolin Sect.

How could Xu Zhu understand his intention and tell him bluntly.

"The young monk is ignorant and has only learned one set of Arhat boxing and one set of Weituo Palm in this sect's martial arts. That is the foundational introductory skill of this sect. How can he compete with the national teacher?"

Jiumozhi laughed and said.

"Since that's the case, you have self-knowledge. If you are not my opponent, then just step down!"

Xuzhu Road.

"Yes! The little monk left."

He ceremoniously and retreated to the class of monks of the Xu generation.

Abbot Xuanci was extremely smart. Although he did not understand the origin of Xu Zhu's martial arts, he looked at the few moves he had just performed, with his extraordinary skills and profound internal skills, which was enough to match Jiumozhi. Shaolin Temple is facing a critical moment of survival, honor and disgrace today, so it would be better to send him out to resist for a while.
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