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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 600: Xinglin

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    Chapter 600 Xinglin

    Early morning

    After Xu Zhu finished practicing the Yi Jin Jing in the small courtyard, he left the small courtyard and walked on the shore outside Yanziwu, looking at the morning scenery on the lake.

    The air is fresh, with a light fresh air, and the mist is shrouded on the lake. A gust of wind blows, floating gently, as if a layer of light veil is floating.

    The lake was quiet and his eyes were sharp. He could see through the lake and saw the fish swimming in the water, wagging their tails and swimming leisurely.

    Seeing their leisurely expressions, Xu Zhu felt peaceful in his heart, as if he was in a state of concentration.

    "Haha, Holy Monk Xu Zhu, how did you sleep last night?" Feng Bo walked over with an evil smile.

    Xu Zhu¡¯s mood was shattered, but he was not annoyed. He turned around and titheted: "Donor Feng, the young monk is sleeping peacefully. There is something disturbing."

    "There's no need to be polite, holy monk. You are the master's guest, so naturally you have to treat him well." Feng Bo evil waved his hands hurriedly.

    Xu Zhu smiled and nodded.

    Walking closer, Feng Bo took an evil look at him, and saw that he was wearing a gray monk's robe, his head was shining, and his six scars were still visible. Although his appearance was ugly, his eyes were calm, and he had the demeanor of an eminent monk.

    "How did the holy monk meet the head of the family?" he asked while walking along the shore.

    Xu Zhu walked with him and said with a smile: "I recognize Miss Wang and Brother Xiao when they are together."

    "It turns out it's because of Mr. Xiao." Feng BoE suddenly nodded and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Xiao's martial arts is unpredictable. I have never seen how high it is."

    Xu Zhu smiled and said, "Brother Xiao is very powerful in martial arts."

    ¡°Shen Monk, how about we compare notes?¡± Feng BoE laughed.

    Xu Zhu waved his hands and said, "Don't call me monk any more, just call me Xu Zhu."

    Feng BoE shook his head and laughed: "This can't be done! Let the head of the family know, why don't you teach me?! I'll call you master."

    Xu Zhu nodded helplessly, the master is better than the monk to avoid blushing.

    ¡°Come on, let¡¯s compare notes and learn the unique skills of Shaolin!¡± Feng Bo evil took a pose and waved, happily.

    Xu Zhu looked troubled and shook his head: "Donor Feng, it's better not to give up. Your fists and feet have no eyes. If you get injured, it won't be good for today's challenge."

    "It doesn't matter, I'm not going to challenge you today!" Feng Bo evil shook his head and chuckled, "I've heard about the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin for a long time, I must see them."

    After saying that, before Xu Zhu could refuse, he stepped forward and slapped him with his palm.

    Xu Zhu had no choice but to dodge sideways, Feng Bo Evil directly changed his moves and slashed horizontally, his right palm was like a knife, a flat cut naturally gave off a fierce aura, no less than a long knife.

    Xu Zhu's feet fluttered, and he swung his body away again, saying: "Donor Feng, my little monk's skills are not worth mentioning, so let's not compete."

    ¡°No, I have to learn the seventy-two Shaolin stunts!¡± Feng Bo evil stepped forward again, hot on his heels.

    Xu Zhu fluttered like catkins, drifting with the wind of his palm, while admonishing, don't take action, your martial arts is low, it's not worth taking action, it's better to stop and have a good talk.

    The evil spirits turned a deaf ear to the storm, and just kept attacking fiercely. As fast as a violent storm, Xu Zhu was caught in it, and the situation was dangerous.

    ????????? But he was complaining secretly, after so many moves, Xu Zhu¡¯s clothes were not touched at all, so he couldn¡¯t hit him at all, so how could he win or lose?  !

    "Well, Shaolin's unique skills are indeed well-deserved!" He cheered and attacked wildly.

    Xu Zhu's body fluttered and he said: "This is not the Seventy-two Shaolin Special Skills. Lord Feng, let's just give up, okay?"

    "Unless you perform one of the seventy-two unique skills, I will stop." Feng Bo snorted.

    Xu Zhu said hurriedly: "Okay, I'll just use a set of Thousand-Hand Guanyin Palm!"

    After saying that, several palm shadows burst out from the void, covering Feng Bo Evil, as if several hands stretched out from behind, and the palm shadows spread all over the sky, like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

    "Well done!" Fengbo Monster yelled, waving his palms desperately to fight head-on.

    But he waved a bit, then staggered, and was hit in the back by a palm. He staggered forward for two steps before he stood firmly and turned around to look.

    Xu Zhu closed his palms and put his hands together in a tithe: "Donor Feng, I accept the concession!"

    "Haha, it is indeed Shaolin's unique skill. I admire it!" Feng Bo evil stopped pestering and nodded in admiration. If it had been another person, if he had used a few more palms, his life would have been taken care of.

    Xu Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded hurriedly.

    The next morning, outside Suzhou City, in the apricot forest, thousands of martial arts people appeared, gathering in twos and threes,There was a lot of discussion.

    "Really here? Aren't you fooling everyone?" A middle-aged man in yellow among the group whispered, glancing around.

    "No, how can the dignified Murong family tell lies and deceive others?" Another old man in brown clothes shook his head while stroking his beard, and laughed: "It hasn't been so lively for a long time!"

    "It's not because of those ten Tibetan lamas who severely damaged the face of our martial arts community in the Central Plains!" The middle-aged man in yellow sneered and shook his head: "They are too disappointing!"

    "Xiao Cheng, don't be so arrogant. It's not that they don't live up to expectations, it's that those ten lamas are too powerful!" The old man in brown clothes shook his head.

    ¡°Humph!¡± The middle-aged man in yellow sneered, disapprovingly.

    "There is no falsehood under the reputation. Do you think those martial arts giants can secure their positions just because of their fame!?" The old man in brown clothes shook his head and sighed: "If you really think so, your eye sockets are too shallow!"

    ¡°If you find a few people to praise you, you will become famous!¡± The man in yellow sneered.

    The old man in brown clothes shook his head and said: "There are many people who think like you. They have been challenged in the past, but they are still standing today. What does it mean?"

    The man in yellow was silent.

    "This time, these ten lamas are so aggressive that our Central Plains martial arts community has no choice. Fortunately, the Murong family's challenge has given us Central Plains people a little more ambition!"

    "Hey, Bei Qiao Feng, Nan Murong, now Qiao Feng has been forced to leave, Murong Fu is dead, and there is only one woman to support the facade, what hope can there be?!"

    "Don't underestimate women. I heard that Murong's new head is a powerful character!" The old man in brown clothes waved his hand.

    "I don't believe it!" The middle-aged man in yellow shook his head and pointed around: "In my opinion, she tricked everyone here, maybe it was a bluff!"

    "I don't think so. After all, the Murong family is a martial arts family with a great reputation!" The old man in brown clothes shook his head.

    On the other side, there were also people talking, but it was the old man Fan from yesterday, two young men, and another person, but it was the big man with a purple face that day.

    He and Old Man Fan looked at each other angrily, eye to eye, and they were about to take action, but the man in green shirt stopped him and diverted his attention with the topic.

    "Old Fan, you underestimated the head of the Murong family, do you think he is as courageous as you?!" The purple-faced man gave old man Fan a disdainful look.

    Fan Laoer sneered and sarcastically said, "You are just a flatterer. People don't care about you at all!"

    The purple-faced man said disdainfully: "I really admire the Murong family master. You are just judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart!"

    "What a sincere admiration!" Fan Laoer curled his lips: "You can admire a little girl like that. I think it's because of her beauty!"

    "Senior Fan, be careful what you say!" The man in green shirt quickly pointed in front of his lips, his face changed slightly, he looked around and let out a long breath.

    "You coward! Look how scared you are!" Old Man Fan gave him a sideways look.

    The man in green shirt smiled bitterly and said: "Senior Fan, the head of the Murong family is also a kind person, but he cannot listen to frivolous words, so be careful with your words!"

    "I just said, what can she do?!" Old Man Fan raised his head and chest high.

    The man in the green shirt glanced at the young man in the blue shirt: "Although I'm not worried about my life, I'm afraid I'll suffer from physical pain."

    The face of the young man in blue shirt changed, he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

    Seeing him like this, the old man named Fan snorted, called him a coward, and said no more.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? off out and can see a group of purple-robed monks coming slowly, their feet are as elegant as stepping on a boat floating on the lake.

    Among the group of monks, ten are young and the other ten are about fifty or sixty years old. They all have different looks. They all have one shoulder and are skinny, like ascetics.

    ??Everyone could tell at a glance that they were not monks from the Central Plains. They dressed completely differently, and their appearance and facial features were also slightly different from those of the Central Plains people.

    A group of twenty monks came to the center of the apricot grove and found an open space to sit down. They sat cross-legged, closed their eyes slightly, and remained motionless.
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