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"Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique!"

"Kanda Palm!"

"Big monument smasher!"

The two fought for a long time, and Jiumozhi had already used nearly half of the seventy-two stunts. The people at the Shaolin Temple almost had their teeth broken.

I already regarded Jiumozhi as a dead person in my heart. If he were allowed to leave alive today, the Shaolin Temple would really be destroyed.

But what surprised and excited them even more was that this unknown sweeping monk was ridiculously strong! And there will also be many seventy-two stunts.

The situation was completely reversed from before. No matter how Jiumozhi humiliated Xuanci, the sweeping monk would humiliate him.

As for the sweeping monk's seventy-two unique skills, he didn't really care, because the sweeping monk had the authority to read the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.

Moreover, if a Shaolin disciple is talented and intelligent and learns all the unique skills, everyone in the Shaolin Temple will have to kowtow to him. When he gets old, he may be included in the Buddha statues.

Xuanci only knows three moves until now, doesn't he want to learn them? Of course not, but learning seventy-two unique skills, talent, understanding, and opportunity are all indispensable.

Normal disciples will be very happy if they can skillfully use one skill. Two skills are enough to get into the management, and three or four skills are enough to compete for the position of abbot.

Now, there is an old monk who has been in Shaolin Temple for decades and is very powerful. They are the happiest.

"Have you finished using the National Master's moves?"

The sweeping monk's calm question fell on Jiumozhi's ears, as if he was asking: "That's it? That's it?"

"Who on earth are you! It's impossible for a person like you to be unknown!"

"Why isn't it possible?"

The sweeping monk looked up at him and said with a matter-of-fact expression: "Does practicing martial arts mean you have to be famous? Does practicing martial arts mean you have to be invincible? Doesn't practicing martial arts just mean strengthening your body? Are you in shape?"

"National Master, you are wrong, all wrong!"

"Am I wrong? Humph! What was wrong with me!"

Jiumozhi had gone crazy at this time, but he didn't know it. The sweeping monk wanted to save him, so he chose to help him when he appeared on the stage.

"The seventy-two stunts of our sect, each of them can injure a person's vitals and take their life. They are so sharp and cruel that they can seriously damage the harmony of heaven and earth. Therefore, each of the stunts must be accompanied by the corresponding compassionate Dharma to resolve the hostility. , otherwise disaster is not far away.”

"In Shaolin terms, it's called a martial arts barrier, and other sects and other sects generally call it a knowledge barrier. I believe the national master should understand the dangers of this barrier."

Hearing this, Jiumozhi's pupils trembled, and he immediately used his inner strength to move around his body, but he felt nothing.

That's right, if you could discover it yourself, it wouldn't be called a "martial arts disability".

"Is this alarmist?"

"Haha, it's natural that the Imperial Master is in deep confusion and doesn't know. It's okay, let the old monk help you."

Saying that, the sweeping monk suddenly took action. Jiumozhi looked shocked, and ten branches of hidden incense immediately appeared in the palms of his hands, triggering the strongest flame knife.

The power was so strong that Xiao Feng even took a few steps back. People far away from the stage felt the heat wave, and everyone was sweating for the monk on the stage.

But when everyone didn't expect it, Jiumozhi's most powerful flaming knife, the sweeping monk just waved his hand and shook his monk's robe, and blew it out.

Not only that, he also moved behind Jiumozhi at an extremely fast speed and hit him on the back of the head.

"Cross the river with a reed!"

Several Buddhist monks climaxed instantly, and the boss stared with an expression as if Bodhidharma was alive.

Jiumozhi's body shook a few times, and then slowly fell down. The sweeping monk gently supported him, clasped his hands and said:

"Amitabha, take the Imperial Master down to rest."

"yes!"

Xuanci stepped forward personally and took Jiumozhi down.

The whole place was silent, except for the sound of the wind, no words were spoken for a long time.

It wasn't until the incense burnt out that Xiao Feng came to his senses and said, "Master's strength is indeed unparalleled in the world!"

The sweeping monk smiled faintly, closed his eyes and lowered his head and said, "The old monk just learned a little more Buddhism than him."

There is one point that is easy to overlook in Tianlong Babu, that is, the three protagonists are actually disciples of Buddhism.

Xiao Feng's master is Xuan Ci's junior brother, Xu Zhu is a monk originally, and Duan Yu's Six Meridians Divine Sword can only be learned in Tianlong Temple. In the future, he will step down from the throne and convert to Buddhism.

Coupled with the saying that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin, then what the sweeping monk said that the deeper the Dharma, the higher the martial arts, is indeed true.

But as he said, the more profound a person is in Buddhism, the more he is unwilling to learn martial arts that hurt others.

Just like himself, he has looked down upon everything in the world. If it weren't for Xiao Feng's words that surpassed his Dharma, perhaps he would not have appeared in the eyes of the world until his death.

The second spot has been decided, and like the first one, there is no dispute. The power of the sweeping monk has been imprinted in their hearts, and they are even more eager for the remaining seven positions.

There is such a peerless strong person in the organization, which greatly increases Xiao's gold content.

"Now let's invite the third challenger to come on stage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people came on stage at the same time, and among them was a familiar figure, Murong Fu!

When people in the audience saw him, they laughed and shouted: "Murong Fu, why did you go up again!"

"What happened to me! I can challenge every round. Do you know what perseverance means?" Murong Fu said sternly.

"Hahaha!"

There was laughter on and off the stage. This time, the other masters did not give Murong Fu any face.

Since they had seen his strength just now, and it looked like that, mixed but not refined, it was not like they didn't have a chance.

Murong Fu saw that few people took the initiative to go down, and he felt a fire in his heart.

The sweeping monk spent a lot of time instructing Jiumozhi just now, so he had a good rest. This time, he must make the Murong family famous!

But just when everyone was about to take action, a middle-aged bald man suddenly flew onto the stage. Judging from his costume, he was also a Shaolin disciple.

Everyone looked at him in unison, a little confused as to how many masters were hidden in Shaolin Temple.

But the people in the Shaolin Temple were also confused. They didn't know what was going on. When they looked at the abbot, they found that Xuanci's expression was similar to theirs, but he seemed a little more shocked.

"Abbot? Do we have so many masters in Shaolin Temple? Abbot?"

Xuanci couldn't hear what others were saying at all, because his eyes recognized the person in front of him.

The people on the stage also respected this man and asked politely: "May I ask the master's name?"

What they were thinking was, if there was a name, just listen to see if they recognized it. If there was no name... turn around and run away.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's name has passed away, and his lay name is... Xiao Yuanshan!"

Xiao Yuanshan!

Everyone who knew him in the audience exclaimed, and these people who exclaimed were all experts at a very young age.

"I would like to ask, what is your relationship with Daxia Xiao?"

"He is my son."

"Excuse me."

Most of the people on the stage were instantly reduced. Even if they didn't know Xiao Yuanshan, they didn't dare to beat up Xiao Feng's father.

But as if Murong Fu had caught something, he pointed at Xiao Feng and said excitedly: "Xiao Feng! In vain, I thought you were really a great hero. I didn't expect that you would start to show favoritism so quickly. Is Xiao Feng an organization of the people of the world, or is it your Xiao family? The final word!"

When Murong Fu spoke, he always spoke outward, trying to arouse everyone's indignation and use the situation to force Xiao Feng.

A proud smile appeared on his lips, and he was even proud of his wit.

But when he turned to look at Xiao Feng, he saw pity in his eyes.

Yes, it was indeed pity, because after Murong Bo came up, Murong Fu would only feel that the gap in the floor was not big enough for him to get through.