Flower Stealing Master

Fang Zheng's palm moves were unusual, but he suddenly shook slightly in the middle of his palm. One palm changed to two palms, two palms changed to four palms, and four palms changed to eight palms. ,

Zuo Lengchan looked at him in a silent manner, thinking that with every palm of Master Fang Zheng, he had changed to several positions in the middle of the stroke. The palms were so magical that he had never seen them in his life. Ay, it seems that the Songshan School and the Songshan School are very different from each other. Compared with Shaolin's background, the difference is a little far behind.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng still having a smile on his face, without the slightest intention of avoiding parry, Fang Zheng couldn't help but sighed. His palms changed to two, two to four, and four to eight. If the enemy didn’t stop in time, he would only After a short while, he will be able to transform eight palms into sixteen palms, and then transform into thirty-two palms. The more palms there are, the stronger the deceptiveness and the greater the power. If you really use the legendary Thousand Palms, the enemy will have been dazzled, and they will already have countless palms before they can react.

Since Zhang Sanfeng didn't make a move, Fang Zheng was also happy to show it calmly, and gradually transformed to 128 palms. This is the limit he can achieve. The legendary thousand-handed Tathagata palm reached the highest level of 1,024 palms. But for hundreds of years in the Shaolin Temple, no one can reach that level. Fang Zheng's transformation into a hundred and twenty-eight palms is unprecedented.

Seeing the sky full of palm shadows, Zhang Sanfeng raised his hands slightly, and calmly drew a few times in front of him, a faint pattern of Tai Chi appeared, and when the sky full of palm shadows touched the Tai Chi pattern, it was as if winter snow met the scorching sun. All of a sudden disappeared without a shadow.

Everyone felt that there was a flower in front of them, and when they looked into the field, they saw that Master Fang Zheng's palms had been locked by Zhang Sanfeng's hands. With only a small amount of power, Fang Zheng's hands might not be able to hold.

"Acceptance." Zhang Sanfeng smiled at the other party's certificate, and when he lifted his hands, Fang Zheng felt a soft force coming, and the whole person flew back to his own camp.

Seeing that the two masters of Shaolin both lost every move, everyone in the field was shocked. Xu Zhu was silent and thought to himself: In terms of moves, I definitely can't beat his hundred years of experience, but if I compete with my internal strength, Beiming magical skills, there may not be no chance.

After making up his mind, Xu Zhu slightly bent over to salute and said, "Junior ask Zhang Zhenren about his internal strength." After speaking, he slowly pushed both palms towards Zhang Sanfengping.

The people around couldn't help but slander secretly when they saw it. Compared with Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng's shots before, Xu Zhu's move was as ordinary as his appearance, and there were even black-clothed people in the field booing.

Song Qingshu hurriedly reminded: "Zhang Zhenren, be careful, he is a Beiming divine art, specializing in attracting internal power!"

Looking at the martial arts in the entire golden book system, martial arts such as Beiming magical skills and Xingxing Dafa are the easiest to make the top masters overturned in the gutter. Kumozhi in "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" is a martial artist. How many levels higher than Duan Yu, but when he fell into trouble, he accidentally hit Duan Yu’s Beiming divine art, and his shocking internal force was completely absorbed; in the later period of "Swordsman", Yue Buqun practiced the evil spirit sword After composing, he was already a top master in the world, and after he had restrained Linghu Chong, he took care of his absorbing power for a while, and his internal strength was also absorbed.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation is shocking the ancients and the present, he is likely to capsize in the gutter without precautions.

"Beiming Divine Art?" Zhang Sanfeng was startled, the word seemed to evoke some memories of him.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was unprepared, Xu Zhu couldn't help secretly overjoyed. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on his palm, urging Beiming's magical skills to **** up wildly. Unexpectedly, he had exhausted his energy and couldn't absorb a single bit of internal energy.

It turns out that Zhang Sanfeng has cultivated for a hundred years, and his internal strength is endless, and the cycle goes back and forth. The true energy in the dantian is like cigarettes, and he swims freely. He has reached the realm of "purple energy". .

Zhang Sanfeng has recovered and looked at Xuzhu quietly: "Little Master, what is your relationship with the Xiaoyao School?"

Seeing that Beiming's magical power had failed, Xu Zhu was frightened. Hearing this, he subconsciously replied, "What Xiaoyao faction? The little monk has never heard of it."

Seeing that his expression didn't seem to be false, Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly, spitting out palm strength, and shook him back without speaking. He just groaned and didn't say anything, as if worrying about something.

Although Xuan Cheng was still a little unconvinced, knowing that he didn't use all his strength, Zhang Sanfeng downplayed that every time he forced the three of him back with one move, he obviously didn't exert all his strength. He was so embarrassed to join forces, so he clasped his fist and said to Zhang Sanfeng. : "I saw Zhang Zhenren's magical skills today, and the poor monks really admire them. It's just that the "Yi Jin Jing" of our temple is owned by this donor, and I hope Zhang Zhenren will be the master."

"The Yi Jin Jing?" Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback and glanced at Song Qingshu suspiciously.

Song Qingshu hurriedly explained the Long Qumai. Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment and said, "The inherent improprieties of several masters just now, but the "Yi Jin Jing" is indeed a Shaolin thing, and you refuse to return it, and there is some unreasonable reason."

"Since Zhang Zhenren speaks, how dare the juniors not listen." Song Qingshu smiled slightly and turned to A Zi and said, "A Zi, you go to You Shaoxia to get the "Yi Jin Jing"."

"Yes." Azi grumbled slightly, and walked to You Tanzhi reluctantly.

Even though You Tanzhi felt very upset when seeing the little fairy listening to Song Qingshu's words like this, he thought that this secret script would be better for Shaolin Temple than Azi would give it to Song Qingshu, but he didn't think there was anything, so he simply took out the secret script and gave it to her. .

Azi took the secret book of Yi Jin Jing and walked to Song Qing before writing, blocking the eyes of the people around him with his body, and received the Yi Jin Jing in his arms without showing a trace, and Shun Bian took out another secret book and handed it out. When he reached his hand, he deliberately said loudly: "Master, these smelly monks seem to be compassionate, but are they not the same as the Songshan school? Just now on the surface, they are watching the fire from the shore, but in fact they are pulling sideways and secretly helping each other. Songshan sent these killers, really want to return this secret book to them?"

Noting Ah Zi's movements, Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and his heart responded with eloquence: "This "Yi Jin Jing" is a Shaolin thing after all, and we have no reason to occupy it and not return it, but what you said is correct. The monk always has to pay the price for the behavior just now. Here, the monk, go on." After speaking, he threw the scripture in the direction where Xuancheng was standing.

Hearing his words, Xuan Chengzheng felt something wrong, but when he saw the scriptures flying, he subconsciously flew into the air and stretched out his hand to pinch it. Who knew that as soon as he started, he noticed that there was a hidden force on the scriptures.

"Oops!" Xuan Cheng exclaimed.

boom!

Suddenly the scriptures in his hand burst open, turning into dust and scattered all over the place.

"You!" Looking at the powder in the place, Xuan Cheng couldn't even re-splice it, and Xuan Cheng couldn't help being furious, staring at Song Qingshu fiercely.

"Hey, great monk, have you practiced too hard? How can you be so careless, such a fragile book, how can you stop you from grabbing so hard?" Song Qingshu subconsciously exclaimed, as if everything has nothing to do with him. The relationship is average.