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- Chapter 308 Difficulty
Ren Yingying shook her head: "If that's the case, it's better to kill me."
"Amitabha" Master Fang Sheng sighed kindly, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and comforted: "All living beings are suffering, and they cannot escape greed, anger, and ignorance. Miss Ren is a person with wisdom. If you calm down, you will find peace and achieve greatness. joy!"
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, with a solemn expression, and a holy light flashed on his face: "Master, even if Sister Ren has wisdom and is imprisoned, how can she be peaceful and happy!"
Master Fang Sheng was startled and nodded slowly: "Donor Jiang reminded me! The poor monk didn't think well!"
Jiangnan Yun smiled sweetly, feeling that the monk in front of him was quite cute, straightforward and frank, without any pretensions. He was indeed a virtuous monk.
It¡¯s just that the more such a person is, the more difficult it is to deal with them. They are determined and determined, and it is absolutely difficult to change what they are determined to do, and they are not deceived by external things.
She smiled and said solemnly: "Master, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you let your sister be imprisoned, it will be harming her."
"This" Master Fang Sheng pondered, looked up at Ren Yingying, thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "The two female donors should go back, and I will talk to the abbot."
"No, we can't wait!" Jiang Nanyun shook his head.
After saying that, she suddenly appeared in front of Master Fang Sheng. She struck out with her palm, and her right palm, as white as white jade, appeared on Master Fang Sheng's chest.
Master Fang Sheng¡¯s expression remains unchanged, with his elbows across his chest and his left hand clenched, he strikes out straight, unpretentious and seemingly clumsy.
Jiang Nanyun¡¯s right palm remained unchanged, and the two fists met.
"Bang" Jiang Nanyun's body floated backwards, his feet swung around, his inner strength was gone, and he smiled sweetly.
Master Fang Sheng took two steps back, his feet sinking into the grass. His cassock moved without any wind, and his broad sleeves bulged up, as if being blown by the strong wind from bottom to top.
"Master, you have such profound inner strength!" Jiang Nanyun fell leisurely, smiled sweetly, suddenly bent his body, and rushed forward again.
Master Fang Sheng¡¯s expression was solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy, he punched slowly, fiercely with a touch of elegance, a combination of hardness and softness, but also seemed clumsy.
Jiang Nanyun originally wanted to touch it and walk away, but when he saw such a boxing technique, he felt happy, just like a delicious person who sees delicious food and has to taste it before he can give up.
She leaned over lightly and carelessly extended her palms, lazily as if coquettishly.
Master Fang Sheng faced him straight forward, his right fist became more and more solemn, as if it was holding up the mountain. There was still a trace of elegance in the ancient clumsiness. The combination of clumsiness and skill was really an excellent boxing technique.
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, his jade palms met, and their fists met again.
"Bang" is like a defeat, extremely dull.
This voice was extremely strange, and all the monks felt depressed. It seemed that there was a surge of anger in their hearts, and they wanted to vent it out, but they were unhappy if they didn't.
Master Fang Sheng thumped and took three steps back. Jiangnan Yun's delicate body fluttered, her feet twirled, and she floated to the spot.
"It seems that Master Fang Sheng's internal strength is inferior, but Jiang Nanyun knows that the mysterious method of controlling strength is not because his own skill is better than Master Fang Sheng.
Master Fang Sheng is located in the Shaolin Temple. He ignores trivial matters and concentrates on studying martial arts. He is completely immersed in the ocean of martial arts. It is said that one source of ultimate benefit can be used ten times as long as the teacher. His cultivation is solid and his internal strength is deep and pure.
"I'm offended!" She used her body technique, and like a wisp of smoke, it passed Master Fang Sheng and went around to the monks behind him.
"These monks are old or young, some are strong and sharp, some are old and decrepit, but all of them are masters.
Jiang Nanyun was excited. Since her debut, she has been almost invincible. With the Yuxu Jue and Yuxu sword skills, she has become invincible.
Originally, Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi could compete with each other, but now, after practicing Qingxu Sword Technique, they are no match for each other even if they work together, and she feels even more lonely.
Now, with so many masters in front of her, instead of being annoyed, she is excited, her bright eyes are shining and her face is shining.
"Papa papa pa" He hit four people in an instant. His movement was as light and as fast as lightning. He released his palm so fast that by the time he could react, he had already hit the palm.
Master Fang Sheng turned around, clasped his palms together, sighed, and turned to look at the Eighteen Arhats who were chasing him.
The paint on the faces of these seventeen people has long been removed, their expressions are angry, and they are clenching their teeth. The formation of the Eighteen Arhats has been broken before they can set up the formation. It is really frustrating.
Master Fang Sheng smiled and waved his hands with a kind expression, which made them suspend their anger and lowered their heads one after another, looking ashamed.
"Miss Jiang is a senior disciple from a famous family, don't think too much about it." Master Fang Sheng comforted her in a low voice.
"Uncle, if she hadn't been deceiving, we wouldn't have been fooled." A handsome young monk said angrily.
?Master Fang Sheng shook his head and said kindly: "Juese, Miss Jiang's martial arts is extremely high. You are no match. Don't be angry!"
"Yes" Juese held a stick in one hand and put one palm together.
Jue Se is extremely talented. He is one of the best among the Shaolin Jue generation. He has always been arrogant and arrogant. Although he has been baptized by Buddhism, after all, he is still young and cannot appreciate the subtleties and mysteries of Buddhism.
Master Fang Sheng smiled tolerantly and turned back to see Jiang Nanyun fighting with the monks.
So far, there have been no casualties, and Master Fang Sheng is not worried. After all, this Miss Jiang comes from a famous family, and her actions are very measured. She only wants to save people, not kill anyone.
Jiangnan Cloud is like a wisp of smoke, erratic, suddenly in the east, suddenly in the west, these monks are all masters, their moves are either powerful or exquisite, they cooperate with each other and have a tacit understanding, but they cannot touch her. body of.
In an erratic moment, her moves were light and light, seemingly like a lover's touch. Those who fought against her realized that her moves were extremely subtle. They looked slow but were extremely fast. Their own eyes often deceived themselves.
Seeing that more than a dozen monks were unable to stop her, Master Fang Sheng didn't care, with a kind expression on his face, and suddenly pointed in Ren Yingying's direction.
Monk Juese was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized, he flew up and jumped to Ren Yingying's side.
Ren Yingying was watching Jiangnan Yun attentively. Seeing her show off her power was like seeing Xiao Yuesheng in person. She had mixed feelings, both sweet and bitter in her heart.
When she saw the monk's clothes flying, she turned around in surprise and saw that he had fallen a foot away.
Monk Juese stared at Jiang Nanyun and glanced at Ren Yingying with his peripheral vision without paying attention. At this time, the other sixteen monks in yellow flew over and surrounded Ren Yingying in an instant.
The situation is changing very fast. Jiangnan Yun sees all directions and hears all directions. He keeps an eye on Ren Yingying for fear that she will be injured.
Seeing seventeen monks flying around her, Jiang Nanyun screamed in his heart that something was wrong. His delicate body swayed, retreating instead of advancing, drifting towards Ren Yingying.
"Take my palm!" Master Fang Sheng shouted slowly, raising his cassock like a red cloud under his hood, blocking her in front of her.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, a young monk who had just fought with her flew towards Ren Yingying and joined the seventeen-stick monks.
As soon as he fell, the formation of the Eighteen Arhats was immediately formed. In an instant, these eighteen monks were like mountains, lying across the place.
"The little girl has been famous for the Eighteen Arhat Formation for a long time!" Jiang Nanyun chuckled, stretched out his right palm, and hit Master Fang Sheng's cassock.
With a "bang" sound, the bulging cassock suddenly deflated, like a snake being beaten to death and falling down. Master Fang Sheng stood still, with a kind expression: "Amitabha, Miss Jiang, please stop!"
Jiangnan Yun smiled sweetly, his bright eyes moved, and he looked forward: "Master Fang Sheng, I want to break into the Eighteen Arhat Formation!"
"Miss Jiang, why do you waste so much effort in vain?" Master Fang Sheng looked pitiful, shook his head and sighed, disapprovingly.
"It is said that the Eighteen Arhat Formation has never been broken by anyone, I wonder if that's true?!" Jiang Nanyun asked in a sweet voice, lightly brushing her black hair on her temples.
She exchanged a look with Ren Yingying, telling her not to move and just watch the show.
Master Fang Sheng nodded and said calmly: "Since Shaolin established the temple, very few people have broken through the Eighteen Arhat Formation."
"What if I break through the Eighteen Arhat Formation and Master lets us go?!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and asked with a smile, his eyes moving.
Master Fang Sheng shook his head: "Miss Jiang, Miss Ren cannot leave the temple without the abbot's decree."
Jiang Nanyun scratched his head secretly. This old monk didn't know how to deal with the world at all. He was very strict and could not get away with it.
"Then, is it possible for me to catch you, Master, and force them to get out of the way?" Jiangnan Yunming turned his eyes and asked with a sweet smile.
They suddenly became angry and stared at her fiercely, as if several sharp knives were shot out.
She seemed unaware and looked at Master Fang Sheng with a smile.
Master Fang Sheng was still not angry, and shook his head kindly: "Without the abbot's decree, even if you kill me, the disciples will not let Miss Ren leave the temple."
"I want to try it!" Jiang Nanyun chuckled, appeared in front of him with a sway, and swept over with his fingers, like waving a pipa, elegant and graceful.
Master Fang Sheng waved his sleeve to block her hand, using the cassock demon subduing technique among the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.
This skill is one of the seventy-two unique skills, and its power is naturally extremely strong. With such a flick, dark energy surges, just like a violent wind and waves blowing towards your face.
Jiangnan Yunbai's small hand waved, like a willow branch fluttering, the undercurrent of strength immediately dissipated, and this gesture was easily eliminated.
She flicked her wrist, trembled her fingers, swept out again, and stepped forward.??
Master Fang Sheng waved his other sleeve towards her with even greater force, making a whirring sound, like a big flag moving hunting on a mountain peak.
Her little white jade-like hands moved forward lightly without being hindered, and slowly printed on the big sleeves, making a "pop" sound.
In an instant, the pieces of cloth scattered in all directions, like an explosion, falling to the ground. Master Fang Sheng's sleeves were shattered, revealing his bare arms.
Master Fang Sheng¡¯s arm is lean, like an old man¡¯s arm, with bulging muscles and strong muscles, like the branches of an old tree.
His face changed slightly, he clasped his palms together, and long pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha"
The people around only felt that they all shocked, the turbidity disappeared, the air was overflowing, and it was unobstructed, as if all the yin was dissipated.
The anger in the hearts of the monks also dissipated, and their hearts became peaceful. They all clasped their palms together and proclaimed the Buddha's name in unison: "Amitabha"
"Buddhist lion roars?!" Jiang Nanyun's expression moved and he looked at Master Fang Sheng with his bright eyes.
"Miss Jiang is so insightful!" Master Fang Sheng nodded and praised kindly. The lion's roar in Buddhism is an extremely superior skill. You need to practice the Dragon Subduing Elephant Kung Fu among the seventy-two Shaolin skills to reach a high level. Can be cast.
This unique skill is originally a wonderful method of Buddhist chanting, which can calm the mind and thoughts of disciples. But when used to hurt the enemy, the power is even more powerful. The difference between using it depends on one mind.
"In the martial arts world, it is very rare to see this unique skill, but I don't expect that this young girl also knows it. She is indeed a disciple of a famous master.
Master Fang Sheng joined the tithe and said slowly: "Miss Jiang, I am going to use the Nirvana Claw, girl, be careful!"
"Please¡ª!" Jiangnan Yunyu said solemnly with a tense face, feeling faintly excited in her heart.
She had already seen the Shaolin Destruction Claw. Xiao Yuesheng had used all seventy-two Shaolin stunts when fighting with her. She wanted to see how what Master Fang Sheng used was different from what the master used.
Master Fang Sheng bowed his body and flew straight towards Jiangnan Yun. He was as fierce as a tiger, as if he was a different person.
His attack was vigorous and vigorous, even sharper than that of a young man in his prime, and he rushed towards him with murderous intent.
Jiangnan Yunjiao smiled: "What a Nirvana Claw!"
Her small, white hands were also clenched into claws, and she thrust them out quickly, a few minutes faster than Master Fang Sheng. She arrived first, and her claws pointed at the back of his hand.
What she used was a lost skill in martial arts, the Nine-yin White Bone Claw, which is extremely strong and powerful. Xiao Yuesheng once had strict instructions not to use it except as a last resort.
Master Fang Sheng drew back his arms, not daring to directly attack Qi Qi, knowing that she was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also extremely smart and cunning, and would never do anything uncertain.
As soon as he retracted his claws, Jiang Nanyun pursued him, his body was extremely fast, as if there were springs under his feet, following him like a shadow, getting closer and closer.
Master Fang Sheng couldn't dodge, he flipped his wrist, used his claws to meet his claws, and fought hard with Jiangnan Yun Yingbai's little hand.
??The strong and powerful fingers were twisted together with her as white as jade fingers. They each concentrated their efforts and twisted hard, but the other was as solid as a rock and motionless.
The two of them each withdrew their claws, took a step back, and used their moves to win with subtlety.
Jiang Nanyun was merciful. He just slowed down and did not grab the back of Master Zhong Fangsheng's hand. Otherwise, there would be five bloody holes on the back of his hand.
She changed her claws to fingers, feeling that the Nine Yin White Bone Claws were too sharp and could hurt people if not careful, making it difficult to control.
The two of them changed places. Master Fang Sheng's movement suddenly became extremely fast, as if gliding on the water. He didn't move his body or his feet, but he could move one foot horizontally.
This is the great movement technique among the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. In order to deal with Jiang Nanyun, he used all his skills and performed several stunts at the same time.
Since he started practicing, he has rarely had the opportunity to display these unique skills. Nowadays, it is rare for him to encounter a well-matched opponent, and he can display them to his heart's content, which is indescribably smooth.
Jiang Nanyun used his left hand to form a palm and his right hand to form fingers to deal with the Nirvana Claw. Most of the time, he used his left palm to meet the attack, either slapping or striking, stroking or wrapping, which was enough to deal with it without falling behind at all.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them changed places and exchanged more than thirty moves. A set of Nirvana Claws had been used. The moves were fierce and did not damage the reputation of Nirvana.
Jiang Nanyun waited for him to finish using it, and nodded secretly in his heart. Although it was not as mysterious as what the master had used, it was stronger and more pure, and had a different flavor.
Having finished reading, she was no longer polite. With a stroke of her jade palm, she pointed a finger with her right hand very quickly, hitting the palm of Master Zhong Fangsheng's hand exactly.
Master Fang Sheng only felt a cool breath flowing in along Laogong. In a blink of an eye, it had followed the Taiyang Meridian of the hand and reached the chest area.
When I wanted to use my strength to resist, I felt my body trembled, jumped up, and flew back, landing more than ten steps behind.
When this internal force is left alone, it is cool and soft, but once it comes into contact, it suddenly changes and turns into a stream of hot air, soft but not weak, strong but not strong, endless, endless, and the body is agitated and can't help but His feet trembled and he retreated suddenly.
Feeling weird in his heart, Master Fang Sheng closed his eyes slightly and used his kung fu to resist this churning internal force.
Jiang Nanyun didn't take advantage of the situation to take action, and looked at him with a smile, which made the monks feel good about him, and his anger immediately dissipated.
In the blink of an eye, a curl of white air rose from the back of Master Fang Sheng's head. Later, the white air became thicker and thicker, like a substance, condensed into a duck egg.
Slowly opening his eyes, the warm luster flashed, and Master Fang Sheng gave a tithe: "Miss Jiang has pure inner strength, I admire her!"
"You're so rude, little girl!" Jiang Nanyun pursed her lips and smiled, then bowed and swayed towards the Eighteen Arhats.
Being in the formation, they move at every move, and the Eighteen Arhats formation moves instantly, as if a mechanical switch has been pressed. They change positions under their feet and wave their long sticks.
Jiang Nanyun struck out with one palm. Two sticks resisted, and the other two attacked. The defense was airtight and water could not enter. The attack did not pay attention to acupuncture points and used fan attacks.
She did not believe in evil. She twisted her slim waist and swung like a water snake. She avoided the two sticks and hit the long stick with her white jade-like left palm.
The internal energy like a raging wave poured in, and the two long sticks trembled immediately, and they were hurriedly withdrawn. Before Jiang Nanyun could advance, the other two sticks had already come up, and the monk on the opposite side had already avoided it and moved to the next position.
Jiang Nanyun gained the upper hand and refused to let others in. He twisted his body and avoided the two sticks again. He struck out with his right palm, rubbed his body again and struck out, but was blocked by two long sticks again.
The sound of "dang" was like the clang of gold and iron. This time, she used strength, her palm force was like a stone, and she smashed it straight.
As soon as the two sticks sank, the two monks kept moving, dragging the long sticks away, taking the opportunity to catch their breath.
Jiang Nanyun wanted to catch up, but four long sticks struck from behind her at the same time. Their positions were clever, blocking her pursuit route.
In desperation, she had no choice but to turn around and attack him, unable to pursue him anymore.
In this cycle, they rotated around Ren Yingying like gears, while Jiang Nanyun was engaged in a wheel battle with them, and the four of them attacked at the same time.
They are at the peak of their energy and spirit. They are the elite masters of the Shaolin sect. Otherwise, they would not be able to become the Eighteen Arhats. They are all highly skilled in martial arts and can be ranked among the first-class masters in the martial arts world.
Later, Jiang Nanyun felt annoyed and his internal strength gradually increased. Every move seemed light and careless, but the internal strength contained in it was like a vast river.
But she found that when her inner energy poured out, it was like cow hair in the mud, without any ripples, as if there was a whirlpool in their bodies that could not be filled.
She remembered what her master once said. Shaolin's Eighteen Arhat Formation was quite exquisite. It could withstand both internal and external attacks. The powerful internal energy was useless. Their formation connected each other's internal energy together, and the formation also had a strange unloading force. This method cannot be defeated by forceful attack.
She remembered that she was still not convinced at the time, and laughed and said that such a formation was indestructible and invincible in the world.
Master once said that there is no invincible formation in the world. Where there is life, there must be death. This is an unavoidable rule for any formation. The key is to be calm and discover the key points.
"It's just that the Luohan Formation is a secret that Shaolin has not taught. It's as difficult for outsiders to discover the key points as it is to climb to the sky. Even if he wants to break the formation, he can only break through.
"Oh, forget it, let's call it a truce!" Jiangnan Yunpiao retreated, shaking his head helplessly and giving Ren Yingying a wry smile in the circle.
"Amitabha, how good it is!" Master Fang Sheng immediately joined in and proclaimed the Buddha's name with great joy.
"Miss Jiang, your martial arts skills are rare, I admire you." Master Fang Sheng smiled kindly and glanced at the long sword on Jiang Nanyun's waist.
He knew that Jiang Nanyun¡¯s strongest swordsmanship was her swordsmanship. The Jinghong Yi Sword was the best swordsmanship in the world. Jiang Nanyun got it from a famous master, so her swordsmanship was naturally extremely strong.
She used fingering, palm, and boxing techniques, but the long sword was not unsheathed. She obviously reserved some strength and took the overall situation into consideration, which made Master Fang Sheng feel good about her.
Even though Jiang Nanyun likes to fool around and has no scruples, this is Shaolin after all. If he draws his sword, things will naturally be different and he will cause big trouble for his master.
"Sister Ren, we can only continue to go back." Jiang Nanyun shook his head helplessly and sighed.
Ren Yingying¡¯s face was covered with black gauze, her expression could not be seen, but her eyebrows were raised.
"Amitabha, please escort Miss Ren back." Master Fang Sheng waved his hand and joined his hands in a tithe to Ren Yingying.
Ren Yingying snorted softly: "YouGreat monk, don¡¯t show any false mercy! "
Master Fang Sheng knew that she was angry and made rude remarks, but he was not angry and turned around and walked back.
"Let's go!" Jiang Nanyun flashed and suddenly appeared next to Ren Yingying, hugged her waist, rose into the sky, and got out of the Eighteen Arhats formation.
The Eighteen Arhat roared angrily, turned around and started chasing him, as fast as a galloping horse.
Master Fang Sheng turned around, shook his head helplessly and sighed, this Miss Jiang seems to be a headache, with a very high status, but she acts without any scruples.
A long whistle came from his mouth.
Immediately, several long roars sounded one after another, not only in the temple, but also in all directions outside the temple.
Xiao Yuesheng and his four daughters were galloping on horseback, covered in the dust.
They were all dressed in snow-white mink furs. Xiao Yuesheng's ordinary face showed a bit of chicness and grace. The other four women were all graceful and beautiful. The snow-white mink furs made their faces even whiter and crystal clear, making them astonishingly beautiful.
"Mr. Xiao, are you almost here?" Su Qingqing turned around and asked in a sweet voice. She walked side by side with Xiao Yuesheng, close to each other.
"Well, there is Shaolin Temple in two or three miles." Xiao Yuesheng nodded, slowly tightened the reins, and a mountain appeared in front of him.
They put the horses into the mountains and forests. They were all horses, and they were not afraid of getting separated. Xiao Yuesheng's horse sounded like a dragon's roar, and it was already the king of horses. The other four horses were the only ones watching.
Before we went up the mountain, we heard howling one after another.
"Sir, what is this sound?!" Song Mengjun frowned and listened attentively.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, smiling bitterly: "Someone did it in Shaolin."
"Oh, there are still people so bold?!" Su Qingqing tilted her head and asked, her exquisite face full of curiosity.
"That's right, who is so brave? Shaolin is not an ordinary gang!" Xiaoxiang nodded in agreement, her own lady was always right.
Song Mengjun and He Xueqing looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, but said nothing.
They vaguely guessed that there was no one else but Jiang Nanyun who could be so bold.
"Miss, could it be those two or something like a double murderer?!" Xiaoxiang tilted her head and thought for a moment, then clapped her hands and asked hurriedly.
"No, how can they alarm Shaolin with such poor martial arts?!" Su Qingqing shook her head and objected, glancing at Xiao Yuesheng with bright eyes: "Sir, could it beSister Jiang?"
"Who else would be so stupid and bold except her?!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted, shook his head, and said to the girls with a helpless expression: "Let's take a few steps quickly to catch up and see how big her arms are!"
"Okay, let's go quickly." Su Qingqing nodded hurriedly.
When a few people arrived in front of Shaolin, the roaring started again. From all directions, the temple doors opened, and dozens of monks in yellow clothes poured out of the temple like a tide, each holding a wooden stick.
"This is" Xiaoxiang opened her mouth in surprise and stared at these monks.
Dozens of yellow-robed monks ran out in several directions without even looking at them. They were all calm and disciplined like an army.
Afterwards, several old monks came out, wearing cassocks, walking slowly, with majestic appearance and solemn treasures.
The last one to come out was the abbot of Shaolin, Master Fang Zheng. He was dressed in plain cassock and holding a round and large red sandalwood Buddha bead. His expression was calm and there was no trace of nervousness or strangeness at all.
"Mr. Xiao?!" As soon as he went out, he saw Xiao Yuesheng and the five others. He was startled, stepped down the steps, put his palms together, and pronounced the Buddha's name.
"Master, I'm rude for coming here so rashly." Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, as warm as the spring breeze, and turned to glance at the monks: "I wonder what happened in your temple?"
Master Fang Zheng shook his head and smiled, and said: "This matter was caused by my master's disciple. She actually dragged Miss Ren to break out of Shaolin."
"It's her, what a nonsense!" Xiao Yuesheng laughed and cursed, with a relaxed expression and didn't care, and said with a smile: "She has only learned a little bit, but she doesn't know how high the world is. It would be best if you let the eminent monks teach her a lesson!"
Master Fang Zheng said hurriedly: "Mr. Xiao, you'd better stop the master. She is very skilled in martial arts. If she misses, if there is a loss, wouldn't it be a sin?!"
"Master, let's go and take a look." Xiao Yuesheng smiled and walked away.
Master Fang Zheng looked at him, shook his head helplessly, titheed with the four women, nodded and smiled, and followed closely.
Behind him, four old monks followed closely. They closed their eyes slightly, only a small slit was exposed, and closed their mouths, making no sound. After standing still, they remained motionless, as silent as a gaunt tree, as old as an ancient pine, revealing a A feeling of confusion.
They climbed up the steps and walked up a hillside from beside the Shaolin Temple. They looked down the slope because they were surrounded byWeeds and no tall trees do not block the view, so the mountainside below is unobstructed.
Dozens of monks were waiting in formation, and a white line was drawn across the hillside, like a wisp of light smoke, but it was the Jiangnan clouds holding Ren Yingying, as if walking in the wind.
But they soon stopped, surrounded by Shaolin monks in yellow clothes, forming a net on all sides, trapping the two of them.
Jiang Nanyun frowned and snorted: "These monks are quite good, how can they hide it from me!"
She is successful in the Qingxin Jue, and her facial features are far more sensitive than ordinary people. If there is an ambush, she should have sensed it and avoided it in advance.
This time, my induction failed to work, but it was Buddhist martial arts, which had its own peculiarities, and its mind was firm and restrained.
"Miss Jiang, you'd better go back!" Master Fang Sheng followed up and spoke from a distance, his voice low, but as slow as the past, like the tide rushing onto the beach, gentle and powerful.
"Masters, you have worked hard, I want to have a look!" Jiang Nanyun chuckled, dispelling everyone's anger, and swayed, like a ray of silver light, heading towards the place with the most monks.
There were all strong monks in this place, and there were a few older ones in the other places. Although they were standing loosely, Jiang Nanyun felt the danger.
When the shouts sounded, they dispersed and swung their sticks to fight. Although they did not practice the Eighteen Arhat Formation, they usually practiced with each other and had a tacit understanding. They cooperated with each other to form a network of sticks, which seemed like even a fly could not fly. past.
Jiang Nanyun had a mysterious figure and suddenly came to a monk. He touched the monk with his small white jade hand, and his five fingers jumped as if stroking the strings of a piano.
The long stick changed hands immediately. He was knocked away by Jiang Nanyun and fell to the grass far away. He stood up like a carp and turned over, alive and uninjured.
Jiang Nanyun said to Ren Yingying: "Sister Ren, look at my tricks!"
After that, she stepped forward and swung her long stick, fast and slow, erratic, but every stick was exquisite. When she went down with the stick, she would be knocked away, thrown away, or knocked down. The stick was effective in the blink of an eye. In the meantime, more than ten monks have been knocked away and landed where the previous monks were.
Master Fang Zheng sighed and said, "Mr. Xiao, your disciple's stick technique is so exquisite, I wonder what kind of stick technique it is?"
Xiao Yuesheng stroked his mustache and smiled: "The boy was inspired by the eminent Shaolin monks and created a set of stick techniques. The Mist of Fate is so easy to laugh at!"
"Mr. Xiao's talent is astonishing!" Master Fang Zheng glanced at him after hearing this, clasped his palms together, and sighed.
Shaolin stick method is the sect of stick method. I have always thought that it is difficult to defeat anyone in the world. I never thought that Xiao Yuesheng picked it up easily, but it is so exquisite. It seems that over the years, the temple has lacked an enterprising spirit and has become slack. Being chased without knowing it.
He is the abbot of Shaolin, so his focus is naturally on Shaolin¡¯s hundreds of years of foundation. He has a long-term vision. Seeing this scene, it triggered thoughts. After thinking about it for a moment, he was shocked and secretly alert.
When Jiang Nanyun was using her stick skills to her fullest, the Eighteen Arhats caught up with her again, flew up and surrounded her.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, smiled, and said, "She will suffer a lot this time!"
The Eighteen Arhat Formation is not that easy to break. If you fall into the formation, you will have all kinds of fantasies, and your internal energy will be sluggish and your mind will be confused.
Master Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although this Jiang Nanyun was highly skilled in martial arts, if he fell into the Eighteen Arhat Formation, he would be like a fly flying into a spider's web and would be subdued. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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