During the Qing Dynasty in China, when the martial arts predecessors turned martial arts into national arts, there was a disagreement. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMost of the people of Buddhism pay attention to protecting the family and defending the country, and are willing to do their part for the national art of the world, and the representative of them is the Shaolin Temple. But there are also some national art sects such as the Great Compassion Temple and the Hanging Temple, which pay attention to not being in the Three Realms, jumping out of the five elements, and worshipping the Buddha wholeheartedly, and the world's mundane affairs are not placed in their eyes at all.

These people call themselves Foshan, and they do not identify themselves as the five major sects and nine schools of Chinese national arts. And Foshan's elders and disciples have never been on the list of heaven, earth and people. But their national skills are definitely not weaker than anyone else.

"What do you mean?" the bald old man was furious, in his opinion, the reason why Gao Yu did such a bad thing must have something to do with these fox friends. He didn't care about the guy in front of him because of Gao Yu's face, but the other party didn't know how to block him.

Zhang Ren obviously felt the other party's dissatisfaction, but said indifferently: "Gao Yu is my friend, if you take him away, at least give me an explanation!"

The bald old man sneered again and again: "Little doll, do you know who I am?"

Zhang Ren said calmly: "I don't know." ”

The bald old man said with a smug face: "Old man, I am Hong Qianqiu, the elder of Foshan Mingjing Hall. ”

Zhang Ren was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "You are Hong Qianqiu?"

The bald old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "I know, you still don't get out of the way." ”

Zhang Ren suddenly laughed, then yawned and said, "To others, you people in Foshan may be very powerful. But for me. Even a few sect masters in Foshan now have to make a big bow in front of me. ”

Hong Qianqiu's face changed and said, "Little doll, I don't want to listen to your nonsense, and you won't let me go." ”

Zhang Ren sighed and said, "I'm actually for your good, otherwise it would be bad to kowtow and admit your mistakes." ”

Daring!

Hong Qianqiu was furious, and his figure flickered in front of Zhang Ren, and his palms slashed at Zhang Ren's shoulders with the sound of the wind. Gao Yu was so frightened that his soul was scattered, his master was now at least a mid-Danjin powerhouse, although Zhang Ren had hole cards, he couldn't be his opponent, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "Shizun's subordinates plead." ”

It's just that Hong Qianqiu is usually used to being domineering, and it is the first time in thirty years that he has gone out of the mountain, how can he listen to the words of his apprentice, and his palms roar with the wind. Although this guy is a Buddhist cultivator, he is ruthless enough, and he obviously wasted Zhang Ren's two arms. He was already a strong man in the middle stage of Danjin, and Zhang Ren was just in the late stage of transforming strength, and the internal strength of the two people was two levels apart, and the powerful power suddenly fell, and Zhang Ren's face was painful when the wind blew it.

Gao Yu's fists clenched suddenly, and his face changed drastically: "Get out of the way!" while the others looked at Zhang Ren coldly, as if they were looking at a dead man. No one present thought that Zhang Ren would be able to dodge these palms.

At the last moment, the corners of Zhang Ren's mouth suddenly rose, without dodging or dodging, and pointed out with his right hand. This finger is the same as the finger pointed out when playing with a child, and it has no power at all. It doesn't have any power. The people from Foshan brought by Hong Qianqiu laughed and mocked: "Do you think you know how to use a yang finger?"

But in the midst of everyone's ridicule, Hong Qianqiu's face suddenly turned purple, and the whole person seemed to see something terrifying, his palms were withdrawn, his body took three or four steps back, and he said in shock: "How can you be exquisite?"

Zhang Ren smiled and said in a seemingly plain language: "If you want to learn, I'll teach you?"

Hong Qianqiu's face turned red, a hint of murder came out of his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "I don't know where you know the trick, pretending to be a ghost, I know everything if I catch you." Before he could finish speaking, his tall body rushed over again, sending out both palms at the same time.

Bang!

I don't know if it was too much power, or for some reason, the sound of something breaking sounded in the void, and two hurricanes rushed towards Zhang Ren with dust on the ground.

Although others couldn't see it, Hong Qianqiu's heart was shocked, and his whole body took three or four steps backwards again. His cold sweat was already dripping down. Zhang Ren's seemingly random finger was clearly a delicate finger that broke his moves.

Hong Qianqiu calmed down completely, and said with a serious face: "Little friend, do you know? Linglong finger is our Foshan, Linglong Temple's earthquake temple national technique, you can use it so easily, you must have practiced this fingering, I don't know if you can return it to our Foshan." ”

Zhang Ren's eyes rolled, and he said seemingly calmly: "Why?"

The cold sweat on Hong Qianqiu's forehead fell, and he said calmly: "I can see that Xiaoyou is also a person who practices national arts, and we also have a lot of national art secrets in Foshan, which we can exchange." ”

"There's no need for that!" Zhang Ren yawned and said, "Linglong fingers, the secret book of the Great Compassion Palm is like a cabbage in me, how much or as much as you want, your Foshan's national art is nothing extraordinary." ”

Hong Qianqiu's face is purple, whether it is the delicate finger or the great compassion palm, it is the national art that the major temples in Foshan are striving for, and it can even be called the treasure of Zhenshan. But how can it be the same as Chinese cabbage in Zhang Ren's mouth.

Hong Qianqiu, who was so old, squeezed out a smile, and even said with a somewhat flattering expression: "This young man, since you don't care, it's better to give me these things." ”

Zhang Ren looked at Hong Qianqiu's completely different appearance, and a trace of pity rose in his heart, but he looked at Gao Yu and Ni Shang, who were clasping their hands, took a deep breath and said, "Don't pay." ”

Hong Qianqiu's face was purple and green. There is even a hint of murder in his eyes. If possible, Hong Qianqiu even wanted to take down Zhang Ren and force the other party to tell the secrets of those two martial arts. But he still had some sense, controlled himself alive, and said with a smile: "We can exchange money!"

Zhang Ren laughed and said, "Do you think I look like I'm short of money?"

Hong Qianqiu was already a little calm at this time, and said very seriously: "Then how are you going to live?"

Zhang Ren Zhengse said: "Linglong Finger, Great Compassion Palm, Buddha Palm, Great Xuan Neigong and other seven kinds of Foshan national arts, I can return them to their original owners." But I have one condition that I want you to accept. ”

Hong Qianqiu's body trembled involuntarily, and he said with a serious expression: "You say!"

Zhang Ren pointed at Gao Yu and Ni Sheng and said, "These two people belong to me!"

Hong Qianqiu looked at Gao Yu coldly, frowned and said, "Nishang can learn art here with you, but Gao Yu must go back to Foshan with me to face the wall, and it is useless for anyone to intercede." ”

Zhang Ren smiled slightly and said, "I can guarantee that you will change your mind!"