Monk Wukong has been hit hard since he was defeated by Wang Cheng twice in succession. He returned to Shaolin Temple to learn from the pain, and began to major in studying the Pure Yang Boy Gong, tempering the blood of the inner family, wanting to cultivate the Pure Yang Boy Gong to the Dacheng realm as soon as possible, and at the same time began to practice the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple.

The seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple seem to be seventy-two martial arts stunts in name, but in fact, only the senior monks of the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple know that these seventy-two stunts are actually a profound martial arts.

After all the seventy-two stunts are cultivated, there will be an incredible effect, and you can comprehend the true meaning of Zen martial arts in Buddhism, and the seventy-two stunts involve almost all the techniques of attack, fists, feet, fingers, palms, sticks, knives, swords, pestles, guns, etc.

Therefore, if you can really practice all the martial arts of the seventy-two stunts thoroughly, then you will definitely have no flaws in the technical attack moves, and you will be familiar with all the technical attack routines.

Wukong Monk's move to fly the dragon in the sky is the Shaolin dragon-shaped fist dragon claw hand. With a punch, there was a dragon chant around him, obviously the realm was extremely profound, and when he came down, there was a condensation of strength between his five fingers, and finally he also condensed his own strength!

The breath came with a strong impact.

Yan Yu saw it thoroughly, and she didn't panic, as soon as her breath condensed, her breath immediately condensed, and the pace of her feet changed, and it was even a punch that came out.

Roar......

This punch rushed out, and the roar of the surrounding tigers stirred out, and at the same time, a gust of fishy wind rolled up, and the breath turned into a fierce tiger, condensed from behind her, and then pounced on the Wukong monk in front of her.

People are like tigers.

Yan Yu was like a tiger, without the slightest retreat, and fought hard with Monk Wukong.

Rumble............

The two fists collided. After a roar. Waves of air struck out. The surrounding trees shook endlessly, and several young monks who had climbed up almost fell down again on their feet.

The first young master of Shaolin faced the first young master of Emei!

Bang......

Yan Yu took a step back from the impact, because Wukong Monk was a running impact, so he had an advantage.

I saw Yan Yu once again leave faint footprints on the broken stone slab on the ground, and there was an amber halo in his eyes, without the slightest emotion, and said coldly: "Wukong, it seems that all these years." You don't do that either. ”

Five years ago, the two fought each other for nearly half an hour, and in the end Wukong Monk won a move.

Yan Yu has always been obsessed with this, and does not think that he will lose to Monk Wukong. She immediately took the initiative to attack again, and in the sound of the tiger's roar, the whole person had already pounced, and the tiger's claws scratched through the air.

Bang......

Monk Wukong did not show weakness, and punched out again, and the two fought against each other again.

This punch. The two turned out to be evenly matched.

Monk Wukong's face was extremely ugly, and he was defeated by the Martial Saint Mountain King Cheng. Now he is not even as good as the woman of Emei? His face has become extremely red, and more importantly, he defeated Yan Yu back then.

At this moment, he and Yan Yu seem to be evenly matched, which shows that his cultivation over the years is not as good as Yan Yu.

He was surpassed by an Emei female disciple!

"Wukong, can't you even settle a woman?"

At this time, two middle-aged monks walked out of the Shaolin Temple behind, both of whom looked serious and walked steadily, and they were obviously also masters of the Shaolin Temple.

Yan Yu stood there straight, facing several masters of Shaolin Temple, Yi Ran was not afraid, and said lightly: "It seems that Shaolin Temple looks down on women?" I don't know, do you still remember, when your Shaolin Temple and our Emei discussed Buddha, who won in the end?"

The two middle-aged monks also breathed a sigh, their serious expressions turned dark, and the anger in their eyes flashed.

There is a hundred-year-old dispute between Shaolin and Emei, and Shaolin Temple has lost to Emei twice in a row.

And the next battle between the two major Buddhist sects will be three years later.

This time, the monk Yongwen chose to close the mountain, in fact, it also means to prepare for the battle of Buddhism three years later.

A middle-aged monk in front of him clasped his hands together and said with a low expression: "Yan Yu, you are not a real disciple of Buddhism, and you are not qualified to comment on this matter. Our Shaolin Temple will be closed for a year of rectification, refuse to see guests, you still leave quickly, we will not pursue you for the crime of disturbing the purity of my Buddhism. ”

Monk Wukong stood aside and didn't speak, obviously not daring to be presumptuous in front of the two monks, just staring at Yan Yu with a murderous look.

Yan Yu sneered and asked, "Oh, I'm not a disciple of Buddhism, disturbing your Buddhism's purity, I don't know what this master's Dharma name is?"

"The poor monk is called Yonghe, and he also asks the female benefactor to leave as soon as possible. ”

The middle-aged monk looked at Yan Yu and said aggressively.

"The law is Yonghe, but he speaks aggressively. Even your own juniors have been attacked by your words, it seems that the so-called pure place of Buddhism is nothing more than that, master, what do you say?"

Yan Yu looked at Yonghe and retorted unceremoniously.

Yonghe and Wukong Monk all looked embarrassed when they heard this.

Yonghe did severely reprimand Wukong just now, but this is an internal dispute in Shaolin Temple.

Even if it is a quiet place for Buddhism, it is inevitable to fight, because the Shaolin Temple is still human, not a Buddha. And where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are disputes, so the Shaolin Temple is not a harmonious atmosphere.

Yonghe, Yonghe, is nothing more than a title.

Monk Yonghe's face was embarrassed, and there was a hint of annoyance, and he scolded: "Yan Yu, do you want to challenge our Shaolin Temple alone?"

Yan Yu was not frightened, and said, "I'm here to seek cooperation." ”

"We don't care about the treasures of the Five Fowl Sect, my Shaolin Temple's martial arts are the best in the world, and we don't need other martial arts to fill it. ”

Yonghe said righteously: "Don't waste your mind anymore, we Shaolin will not participate." ”

Hearing this, let alone Yan Yu, even Monk Wukong felt extremely blushing, and lowered his head lightly to hide his embarrassment.

Shaolin martial arts is the best in the world?

It's just a slogan.

Maybe the complete Shaolin Temple that had fought against Wusheng Mountain for thousands of years back then had this confidence, but now the Shaolin Temple has been divided into two factions, the north and the south, and the strongest inner martial arts are divided into two books. Neither of the two factions can cultivate the complete Yi Jin Cleansing Essence. And practice one alone. The power is not as good as the ordinary inner martial arts.

is so Shaolin, it is really unconfident and arrogant.

Seeing that Yan Yu was still not leaving, Yonghe glanced at another middle-aged monk, and the two of them moved, vaguely surrounding Yan Yu, with an unkind expression, as if they would make a move in the next moment.

"Hahaha...... What a Shaolin martial arts champion in the world......"

Suddenly, a powerful voice reverberated from the mountains.

Yonghe. Wukong and several other monks all changed their expressions slightly, and looked at the mountains with great solemnity, knowing that there was a top master coming.

The pines and cypresses in the forests of Mt. Shomuro are swaying one after another with the sound of vibrations, and some of the snow accumulated on the needles is sprinkled one after another, which looks a little beautiful in the sun.

The birds and beasts that inhabit the mountains are also frightened, and they run between the mountains and forests, trying to find other safer places to live.

The two figures jumped and ran rapidly through the mountains, walking on the ground between the mountains and rocks, and their figures crossed a distance of hundreds of meters in a few flashes. Falling halfway up the mountain, it landed in the open space between the Shaolin monk and Yan Yu.

Bang......

Bang......

Two heavy landing sounds sounded. With a stream of cold breath, it spread out in all directions, and at the same time, two hot breaths slowly passed out, causing the snowflakes in the air to turn into water droplets.

What a strong inner family cultivation!

Everyone present was shocked by the inner cultivation of the two.

Two small pits appeared on the ground directly under the trampling of the two, and a stream of dirt mixed with stones flew out.

Wukong Monk and Yan Yu saw that both of them were staring at the person with wide eyes.

Wukong's face darkened: "It's you!"

Yan Yu was pleasantly surprised: "Wang Cheng, are you coming to me?"

Wang Cheng's expression was serious, a layer of golden light seemed to appear in his face between breaths, his hair was messy and unrepaired, and he was wearing a rough animal skin clothes. This is when he killed a wild beast on the way to make dinner, and by the way he made a beast skin garment, and threw away Mamuti's overcoat.

Barefoot, also barefoot!

At first glance, Wang Cheng is a primitive person who has just come out of the deep mountains and forests.

It's just that his facial features are slightly delicate, his eyes are bright, which makes people dare not look directly, and between his breath, it is like King Kong roaring.

Wang Cheng glanced at Yan Yu, then looked at Monk Wukong again, and did not speak.

Standing in front of him was none other than his master, Taoist Changhe.

The Taoist priest of Changhe came to the Shaolin Temple as the head of the Wusheng Mountain at this moment, his figure and expression were extremely majestic, looking at Wukong and Yonghe, and scolded: "Shaolin Temple seems to be really declining, even my Wusheng Mountain is not as good." It's really shameful to be reduced to the point of bullying a female doll. ”

Ahem......

In a word, several monks of Shaolin Temple were speechless.

Yan Yu stepped forward and respectfully saluted the Changhe Taoist priest: "Junior Yan Yu, I have seen the predecessor of Changhe. Then she stared at Wang Cheng again and said, "Yan Yu has seen Senior Brother Yuanding. ”

Wang Cheng just nodded lightly at Yan Yu, didn't speak, and didn't know why he became her senior brother.

On the contrary, the Taoist priest of Changhe said very kindly: "You female doll is very good at talking, these monks have bullied you, tell Lao Dao, I will help you get justice!"

Yan Yu said with a smile: "They don't have the ability to bully me, Shaolin Temple was scared by the seniors and senior brothers to close the mountain for a year, and refused to see guests, or Wusheng Mountain is more powerful!"

This fart is very comfortable.

As she spoke, her gaze swept over Wang Cheng's body again, and she was very curious and appreciative of Wang Cheng's dress, if she didn't look at that slightly delicate and immature face, Wang Cheng was simply full of rough manliness.

It's just that Wang Cheng is just an eighteen-year-old boy after all!

Monk Yonghe took a step forward, folded his hands, and said solemnly to the Changhe Taoist: "Changhe Daoist, because of some special things, the inner gate of my Shaolin Temple has been closed for a year, and it is inconvenient to entertain you, please forgive me." ”

The Changhe Taoist priest didn't eat this set at all, and immediately waved his hand, and it was a fierce thunder, roaring out, directly beating the Yonghe monk out, falling to the ground and trembling.

The Taoist priest of Changhe shouted: "Give me this set less, and ask you Shaolin Yong to ask the old bald donkey to come out...... Lao Dao, I'm just here to see today, you Shaolin Temple still have a few catties and a few taels, and you actually colluded with Longhu Mountain to plot against our master and apprentice......"

The voice of the Changhe Taoist priest contained the strength of Gangqi, and it rushed out, shocking several little monks and fainting on the spot. Monk Wukong and Monk Yonghe all felt pain in their eardrums, and a stream of blood spilled out of their eardrums.

What a powerful sonic impact!

Monk Wukong remained silent and did not dare to speak.

Because he knew that the last time he and Uncle Yongcheng, as well as Yangping Zhenren from Longhu Mountain, went to snipe Changhe Taoist and Wang Cheng, it didn't make sense anywhere.

Once it spreads, the reputation of Shaolin Temple in the martial arts world will only get worse.

Of course, this matter cannot be hidden.

Therefore, the Shaolin Temple was closed for a year, in fact, to avoid the limelight for a while.

However, perhaps everyone in Shaolin Temple did not expect that Taoist Changhe and his apprentice Wang Cheng would actually kill two people to the base camp of Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

A Buddha horn slowly floated out from the Shaolin Temple, which seemed soft, but the sound was vibrating endlessly, making people's eardrums hurt.

"Changhe, you and I haven't seen each other for fifty years, why do you want to draw a sword against each other?"

A voice wafted out of the inner courtyard inside the stone gate.

Monk Yonghe and Monk Wukong hurriedly lined up in a row, with solemn expressions and no longer spoke.

The Changhe Taoist looked at the stone gate and laughed: "Hahahahahaha...... Yong asked the bald donkey, do you know that we haven't seen each other for fifty years? Wukong and Yongcheng have teamed up with Yangping to do something, you don't know? I'm here today to ask you for justice from the Shaolin Temple. ”

"If you really want to join forces with Dragon and Tiger Mountain to deal with my Martial Saint Mountain, then I will continue the old way. ”

The voice of the Changhe Taoist priest rushed out like a sharp sword, and the Wukong monk took a step back, and everyone looked ugly.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Another Buddha horn floated out.

And this Buddha horn is different from the one just now, it is more aggressive, and it is also more subtle, directly past the Wukong monks and a few people, and smashed towards Wang Cheng and Yan Yu like a stone.

The other party knew that it was useless to attack the Changhe Daoist, so he targeted Wang Cheng and Yan Yu, the two juniors.

Rumble............

A voice fell, and Dao Dao Gang overflowed.

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed with golden light, his breathing changed, his skin all over his body seemed to have turned into gold, his feet moved, he came to Yan Yu's body, and immediately planted the Vajra Buddha pile method.

Whew......

I saw his fists roaring up, without any skill, just hitting out of the air unremarkably.

However, except for the few little monks present, all of them were masters, and they all saw how amazing Wang Cheng's fists were......

Even, Monk Wukong and Monk Yonghe, as well as Yan Yu, all widened their eyes.

Yan Yu is also a member of Buddhism, looking at Wang Cheng, only one figure appeared in his heart - King Kong! )