Comprehensive Martial Arts: Jade Man Jiang Feng

"Two donors, today you kill me, tomorrow I kill you, when will the revenge end? It's better to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right here!"

Just when Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo looked at the direction of Shaolin Temple with vigilance, an old monk holding a broom came out tremblingly.

"Who are you? What does our family's business have to do with you? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"

Murong Fu was a weak man with a bad temper. Hearing this, he immediately scolded the old monk.

"I am just an old monk sweeping the floor in the Sutra Library. I still remember that this donor Xiao sneaked into the Sutra Library 30 years ago. Later, donor Murong also came. Ten years ago, the Great Wheel King also came. You came and I made the Sutra Library a mess! But you and my Shaolin are also predestined. Instead of struggling in the ocean of hatred, it is better to stay in Shaolin and accompany the ancient Buddha with the green lamp to find peace of mind!"

The old monk slowly walked to the center of the venue. He looked old and frail, and people who didn't know him thought he was about to die.

Hearing the old monk mention his name, Jiumozhi in the crowd looked embarrassed.

He thought that he had concealed his sneaking into the Sutra Library perfectly, but he didn't expect that he was not only discovered, but also exposed in public today. It was really embarrassing.

"Master, stop talking nonsense here. I have never seen you, and I have never been to the Sutra Library of your temple before!"

However, all the martial arts heroes are here today. If he acquiesces to this, it will not only be a disgrace to Jiumozhi. It will also be a disgrace to Tubo, so Jiumozhi immediately argued.

"I still remember that after your junior brother Tianmani was caught when he came to the Sutra Library to read for the first time, it was your turn!"

"What evidence do you have!"

"I still remember that the first scripture you peeked at was the Wuxiang Jiezhi, and the one that Xiao Shiyou stole was the Fumo Wand Technique, and the one that Murong Shiyou stole was the Prajna Vajra Palm..."

"Enough, old monk, who are you!"

As the old monk said all the scriptures that the three of them had peeked at that time, the three of them changed their colors and questioned the old monk loudly.

"That's what I want to know, too!"

Jiang Feng got off his horse and slowly walked to the old monk. With his strength, he could tell that the old monk was a martial arts Yuanying realm figure.

Although he hadn't reached the highest martial arts Yuanshen realm in this world, he was not comparable to ordinary people.

"The aura of this donor is like a dragon in the abyss, unfathomable. I have been trapped in the Shaolin Sutra Library for more than seventy years, but I have never heard of such a figure in the world. I am ashamed to know the donor's name?"

The old monk looked at Jiang Feng and felt a tremor in his heart, which meant that Jiang Feng's martial arts was far superior to his own.

But Jiang Feng was just a young man in his prime. When did such a dragon appear in the world?

Even Xuan Cheng, the most outstanding disciple of Shaolin in the past two hundred years, was eclipsed by him.

"Old monk, I asked you first!"

Jiang Feng frowned. This old man was quite arrogant. He didn't answer his question, but asked himself instead.

"I am just a dead bone in a grave. Why should you worry about me?"

"Don't tell me? Then I'll beat you until you tell me!"

Seeing that the old monk was still avoiding his question, Jiang Feng immediately pointed at the old monk's brow.

"The One Yang Finger of the Dali Duan family? Are you from the Dali royal family?"

The old monk moved his feet slightly, and his body suddenly retreated three meters. He looked at the One Yang Finger used by Jiang Feng and asked in surprise.

In fact, the person who was more surprised than him was Duan Zhengchun. Jiang Feng not only robbed his daughter and old lover, but also used his One Yang Finger, the secret of the Dali royal family. It was really too much.

But Jiang Feng was too strong, and it seemed that he did not use any despicable means to attract the girls. He relied on his own charm to attract the girls to throw themselves into his arms. He could do nothing about it.

But it seemed that Dao Baifeng, who had just met Jiang Feng today, also looked at him differently and paid more attention to him.

This made Duan Zhengchun feel a little depressed. He felt that Jiang Feng was like his nemesis.

Thinking of him, Duan Zhengchun, he was also a master who passed through thousands of flowers and did not get a single leaf on him.

He became famous for his unique skills, such as closing the door and extinguishing the candle, undressing, and doing it in one go, and he was invincible.

I don’t know how many young and beautiful girls he attracted, vying to devote themselves to him.

But he didn’t expect that when he was old and ready to settle down, his home was stolen by Jiang Feng.

"If you know the One Yang Finger, you are a member of the Duan family. Then I know the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, so I am not a member of the Beggar Gang!"

Jiang Feng sneered, and with the One Yang Finger on his left hand and the Dragon Subduing Palm on his right hand, he beat the old monk back step by step.

"Zha!"

The old monk was hit by Jiang Feng's left hand and had no power to fight back. He realized that this was not a solution.

So he stood still, concentrated his Qi in his Dantian, and exerted the three-foot Qi.The wall blocked Jiang Feng's attack.

"Three-foot air wall, interesting!"

Jiang Feng flipped his right hand and the Ziwei Sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

He held the sword in his right hand and supported the sword with his left hand. Then the sword turned, and a destructive and domineering sword energy came out of the tip of the sword, forming a red ray, aiming at the three-foot air wall of the old monk.

"What kind of martial arts is this!"

"I don't know, but I can feel a murderous atmosphere in the air. Should we stay away?"

"Do you need to tell me? Didn't you see that our clothes were cut into small holes by the sword energy? Don't you run away? Wait for death!"

The onlookers felt the sword energy in the air and were scared to death.

The red ray at the tip of Jiang Feng's sword symbolized death and ominousness. If they were to touch it, they might die.

The old monk's face also changed drastically, realizing that Jiang Feng's sword would surely be earth-shattering. He did not dare to neglect it and immediately gathered all his strength to maintain the three-foot air wall, hoping to block the sword.

"One sword separates the world!"

Jiang Feng slashed with his sword, and everyone saw a flash of red light, and in an instant, the sword energy in front of Shaolin Temple overflowed.

The three-foot air wall condensed by the old monk was directly broken by Jiang Feng's sword, and his arm was also cut off.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk endured the pain and tapped his wound several times, trying to stop the blood from overflowing.

Unfortunately, his wound was still eroded by Jiang Feng's sword energy, and even his acupuncture could not stop the blood from flowing out.

The old monk could only recite a Buddhist name dejectedly, chose to give up struggling, and waited for death calmly.

"Old monk, can you tell me who you are now? Maybe I can consider letting you go!"

Seeing this, Jiang Feng took back the Ziwei Divine Sword and asked with a smile.

"Amitabha, what joy is there in life, and what fear is there in death? I have lived for so long that I have already become indifferent to life and death. Why should you care who the dying person is?"

"Donor Jiang, this man is just an old monk sweeping the floor in my Shaolin Sutra Library. You have no grudge against him. Cutting off one of his arms is enough. Why don't you be magnanimous and let him go?"

The old monk closed his eyes and calmly accepted death, but Xuanci couldn't help but plead for him.