Infinite Heroes Seat

"Lao Na is willing to receive three palms from the donor, but I beg the donor to let go of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I wonder if it is possible?"

There was a sudden silence in the audience, and everyone looked intently at the old monk sweeping the floor.

"Master, no!"

Xuanci was the first to react, and hurriedly persuaded: "Although Mo Shizhu is young, his skill is extremely high. The master must not take risks. Since the other party asks for the scriptures and gives it to him, why should the master make rash sacrifices? "

The sweeping monk shook his head, and slowly said, "Lao Na is a monk who has swept away the Tibetan scriptures pavilion. If the Tibetan scriptures pavilion is not there, what should Lao Na do? What is his face to see my Buddha?"

After taking a look at Mo Wen, he said: "And if Lao Na feels right, this Mo Shizhu has been murderous against Lao Na. If Lao Na does not go through this, things will probably have twists and turns."

Mo Wen just let out a chuckle, the old monk felt pretty good, he felt it as soon as he exuded a trace of murderous aura.

Yes, Mo Wen's main purpose of provoking the catastrophe that swept across the entire martial arts this time was the sweeping monk, besides accumulating enough internal strength for his men and obtaining various secrets.

Although this old monk eats fast and reciting the Buddha, he doesn't have any **** in the original work, and he doesn't seem to be a person who will kill his thoughts, but with such a master who can threaten him, he always feels a bit like a scorpion in his throat, and he is a little restrained in doing things. Besides, I don’t know that the things I have done are definitely not a righteous person. What if I accidentally provoke the other party one day?

Rather than grasp the yardstick so badly, it's better to take the lead by yourself.

The current situation is just like what Mo Wen expected. Everyone in the room can die, but he alone can't die, at least in the eyes of the sweeping monk.

Because as the leader of the Xiaoyao faction, Mo Wen, if he dies, no one can guarantee that the Xiaoyao faction will retaliate wildly. Even if the Xiaoyao faction does not retaliate, who can guarantee that the martial arts heroes will not let the dragons and the leaderless Xiaoyao faction go. , After all, this is a challenge to the martial arts sect on its own, no one is afraid of it.

Mo Wen must not die for the sake of these people.

So Mo Wen had the upper hand at the beginning of this fight, unless the sweeping monk hadn't made any moves, otherwise, he had to face this situation.

"What if you don't know what to do?"

The sweeping monk took a few steps forward, watching Mo Wen whispered.

"Since you want to die, my son will fulfill you!"

Slowly stepping forward, Mo Wen's eyes became extremely deep, his breathing began to slowly slow down, but the aura of the whole person became more and more high.

When the matter was over, Abbot Xuanci couldn't stop it, and with a wave of his hand, he led everyone back a few steps and made a clearing.

"Amitabha! Donor, please take the first palm."

The sweeping monk put his hands firmly on his chest, and his skinny body looked extremely fragile in the eyes of everyone. But in Mo Wen's eyes, the monk was like the giant tree rooted in the rocks, no matter how heavy the wind and rain were. destroy.

Shaking his head gently, I don't know that this is the induction caused by both of them raising their skills to the apex.

"First palm!"

Mo Wen roared, his left leg bends slightly, his right arm was bent inward, and his right palm drew a circle. With a whirr, everyone felt a gust of wind rushing towards their faces, breathing was stagnant, and there seemed to be a trance. A dragon roar sounded, and then Mo Wen slapped the old monk with a palm.

Eighteen Palms of Jianglong-Kanglong regrets it!

"Amitabha!"

The head of the sweeping monk lowered slightly, and a wall of air appeared out of thin air.

Mo Wen pushed his palm to two feet in front of the old monk, and suddenly slammed into this invisible wall, as if he had crashed into a fishing net. Although his palm was strong, he was unable to apply any force. Hold on there, you can't move forward.

Seeing this situation, the monk of Shaolin Temple looked like a loose, and then he was happy. Unexpectedly, this senior's martial arts was so powerful that even a master like Mo Wen couldn't hurt him.

But the next moment everyone's faces changed.

"what!"

Mo Wen suddenly sipped in the field, his palm strength instantly solidified several times, and then tore the wall of air all at once, and slapped the old monk.

With a ‘pop’, the floor-sweeping monk’s body shook, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Lifting his head, the sweeping monk looked at Mo Wen, and said faintly: "What a handsome kung fu! With eighteen palms of the dragon, it is the number one in the world, so fierce, there is no palm above it. But Lao Na does not. The answer is that the donor has already repaired the Yi Jin Jing of the temple, but when he has broken through the "I am and human", why is he so eager to win in his heart, and commits murder?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in Shaolin Temple was shocked. Unexpectedly, Mo Wen had practiced the Yi Jin Jing, which had never been practiced in this temple for a hundred years. At the same time, he did not expect that the book that has not been taken seriously had such a scripture. power.

Mo Wen smiled, looked at the sweeping monk and said: "Let's talk to each other, the master's Yi Jin Jing attainments must be above the next, I am ashamed, as for why I can practice magical skills in the next, the master will understand later! "

"Oh?"

The sweeping monk was taken aback, then shook his head and stretched his palms forward.

"Please also give the donor a second palm!"

A wall of air that was a little thicker than before appeared in front of him.

He didn't dare to be careless when he saw it, so he calmed down and closed his eyes.

The audience was silent for a while, and everyone looked at the two people in the field with their eyes wide open, not even daring to breathe.

Gradually, the face of the sweeping monk changed. Mo Wen's breathing in the field became lighter and lighter, and finally became insignificant. The whole person seemed to have merged with nature. If Mo Wen's aura was just now Just like the words of a huge stone that made everyone breathless, it was now that the light and fluttering land could no longer detect the catkins. Although the momentum was weakened, the Mowen in the eyes of the sweeping monk was even more terrifying at this time.

Harmony between man and nature (**/a+): Being in harmony with all things in nature, you can more easily enter the state of harmony between man and nature. (Effect—passive, greatly enhanced understanding of nature or comprehension-related skills, active—when turned on, all are slightly increased, related skills are strengthened, and intuition is more acute.)

The next moment I saw Mo Wen slash out with a palm, slightly bend his left leg, and push his right palm out, Kang Long still regrets it!

This palm was plain and flat, without a trace of firework, and not as great as before, but there was a strange rhythm when it looked at it. The wall of air that could have been blocked was like paper, and it was hit by a single blow. Broken, the sweeping monk frowned even more tightly when he saw it, suddenly his body swelled, and a faint golden light flashed across his body.

Mo Wen's palm directly hit the floor sweeping monk. He only heard a sound of glass breaking, the floor sweeping monk stepped back abruptly, and a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Lifting his head, the sweeping monk looked at Mo Wen, and said with a wry smile: "'Heaven and man are united', the donor's natural talents, and the old Na Gan worships the wind. From ancient times to the present, the donor should be the first person to strengthen the Yi Jin Jing with the resources of the unity of nature and man. ."

Although it has not been stated clearly, the sweeping monk already knows how Mo Wen learned the Yi Jin Jing under the condition of "my appearance and human appearance." But he also pays attention to the realm of gods, and being able to fit with the heavens and the earth is already the top realm, and it is still above the "personal aspect and human aspect", so naturally he can also practice Yijinjing.

However, being able to enter the realm of the unity of nature and man anytime and anywhere during the exercises, even those who are gifted to practice the Dharma and have become aloof, have a hint of jealousy in their hearts, and the heart of the valley is not shocked. ripple.

Mo Wen looked at him with a little surprise, and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, apart from the Yi Jin Jing, the master also has such an accomplishment in Vajra Innocent Body. No wonder he dared to take the next three palms!"

The sweeping monk shook his head and smiled bitterly, then raised his hand to Mo Wen.

"Donor, please take the third palm!"

Hearing this, Mo Wen's face sighed, his eyes fixed on the sweeping monk.

Everyone held their breath, Shaolin Temple Xuanci's palms were already oozing sweat.

The breeze on the field rolled up a few leaves, which looked particularly depressed.

Suddenly, Mo Wen drank abruptly, and his body rose up with a devastating aura, straight into the sky, standing upright in black, and the internal force of his whole body vibrated, and a ring of smoke was blown away and swept away towards the surroundings.

Destroyer (a/ex): Destroying nearly a hundred planets makes you very familiar with the power of destruction, and your control over the power of destruction has been greatly increased, and you can exert several times your own power, but the destruction will not be favored by the world (effect ——The power, durability, agility, and energy abilities will be increased by one level when it is turned on, and luck will be decreased by one level. At the same time, destroying treasures and skill effects increase, and healing treasures and skill effects decrease.)

The pupils of the sweeping monk shrank, and in his eyes he seemed to see the shattered scene of the world, and the sea of ​​corpses and bones was oncoming.

"what!"

Mo Wen yelled suddenly and stamped his feet on the ground. The whole ground was cracked, and his whole body leaped towards the opposite side, leaping like a hurricane.

Eighteen Palms of Falling Dragon-Flying Dragon is in the Sky!

Mo Wen's hands were red and blue, and he slapped the sweeping monk's chest abruptly. The air wall was like air and did not play a blocking role at all.

Everyone only heard a earth-shattering explosion, and then saw the sweeping monk flew out suddenly, scratching his feet on the ground.

"Amitabha!"

Standing in place, the sweeping monk put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name.

But the opposite of him, Mo Wen, his face was a little pale, and he was panting slightly.

"Won!"

Xuan Sheng said in surprise.

Then Mo Wen laughed and said: "Lingjiu Palace belongs to the order, go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to move books!"

The people behind him in Thirty-Six Islands and Seventy-two Caves, although they hadn't figured out what was going on, they shouted and walked towards Shaolin Temple together.

"You don't keep your promise!"

Xuan Sheng anxiously said ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and wanted to stop it.

An arm crossed over and stopped him.

Xuanci smiled bitterly, shook his head, and pointed at the sweeping monk in the field.

I don't know when, the head of the sweeping monk has been lowered, motionless, half of his face is frozen with ice beads, and half is charred like charcoal.

"Amitabha!"

All the Shaolin people in the audience sat on the ground, chanting Buddhist scriptures low, watching the Xiaoyao faction pass by the sweeping monk in groups, and walked into the Shaolin with a big laugh.

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In the eighth year of Yuanyou, although the catastrophe provoked by the Xiaoyao faction was less than a short year, the impact was extremely far-reaching. Since then, the Taishan Beidou Shaolin Temple in the martial arts has been closed, and it has made every effort to repair the loss of the **, without leaving the world. The Xiaoyao Sect of the hermit sect shocked the martial arts in one fell swoop. Within a hundred miles of the misty peak, it was listed as a forbidden place by the Jianghu people. The whole of the Xiaoyao Sect was even called the Xiaoyao cult, and Mo Wen, who killed Bei Qiaofeng and the Shaolin monk, was called Xiaoyao. Xie Zun faintly thinks that the first person in the world. (To be continued.)