Shaolin Temple is located in Shaolin Mountain, in which the Shaolin school is famous in the world, everyone knows it, but in the world of condor shooting, Shaolin Temple has been closed for many years, and the disciples have long been out of the rivers and lakes.

The internal strength of Gao Cheng is looking for is the Jiuyang Sutra hidden in the Ranga Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.

This magic skill is a mysterious master of Songshan, gambling to win Wang Chongyang, watching the supreme heart method created by the Nine Yin True Scripture, after the heart method is practiced, the internal force is self-generated and all things are integrated, the recovery speed is extremely fast and endless, even ordinary fist and foot kung fu can exert a powerful attack power.

And the defense is unmatched, the automatic body protection rebounds external force attacks, becoming the incorruptible body of King Kong, and the cultivation of light skills surpasses all the exquisite masters of light skills in the world, and it is also a healing holy scripture, specializing in restraining all the cold and yin poisonous internal forces in the world.

Compared with the Nine Yin True Scripture, this kung fu specializes in internal force, as long as the internal force is cultivated to the consummation realm, the world's martial arts can be easily displayed after reading it once.

"Jiuyang Divine Skill cultivation to the consummation realm, can also refine the Jiuyang Gang Qi and enter the transcendent realm! The Nine Yin True Scripture is not as good as this kung fu in the absence of a general outline!" Gao Cheng said secretly in his heart. Nine Yin and Nine Yang are the supreme martial arts in the Condor world, one is known as the general outline of martial arts in the world, and the other is known as the martial arts of the world after refining, and it is difficult to distinguish the superior.

Gao Cheng couldn't get the Nine Yin General Outline now, so he came to fight the idea of the Nine Yang True Scripture. Anyway, the two exercises have a very deep origin, and the Jiuyang True Qi and the Jiuyin Bone Forging Skill are also relatively compatible.

He climbed Shaomu Mountain, and when he was about to walk to the mountain gate, he didn't see any Shaolin disciples appearing, only some ordinary people came to offer incense, and the novices who received the people were all beginner disciples with weak internal strength.

Seeing this, Gao Cheng crossed the wall of the temple and came to the Shaolin Temple to find the Scripture Pavilion. In the temple, the Buddha hall seats, bursts of sandalwood fill the air, and the Shaolin disciples in the temple are not as many as Gao Cheng imagined.

He carefully used his body technique, and after a small half circle in the temple, he only met a few ordinary masters with a strong aura, and the others were novices and disciples who were not very strong.

"What's wrong with Shaolin Temple, the number one sect of Buddhism, there are not a few masters!

Gao Cheng's ears moved, he heard the voices of several novices, and knew the location of the Scripture Pavilion from their mouths, and then waited until it was dark, and quickly walked through the temple to the front of an attic.

There are still lights on in this attic, and it seems that there are monks guarding inside, and Gao Cheng seems to be able to feel that the monks in the Scripture Pavilion do not seem to be weak. Stronger than all the monks he saw during the day.

Gao Cheng leaned over and saw that in addition to a small novice, there was only a white-bearded old monk sitting on a futon in the Scripture Pavilion. The old monk's brows furrowed slightly, as if he had a lot of things on his mind.

"Master, it's time to rest!" said the little novice yawned, his eyes hazy, and he was very sleepy.

The old monk sitting on the futon frowned and said, "Jueyuan, you go to rest first, and sit for a while for the teacher!"

Gao Cheng, who came to the outside of the attic, heard this name keenly, and couldn't help but feel a beat in his heart, and his eyes turned to the little novice in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, who was only so big now?

"Who's outside?" the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing, and he stood up and shouted outside.

After hearing Jueyuan's name, Gao Cheng's breathing was slightly heavier, and he was immediately discovered by this old monk. Jueyuan was startled by the master's shout, trembling all over, and he felt sleepy.

Gao Cheng's cheeks twitched, and he was discovered! But it was nothing, he had already roughly estimated the strength of this old monk, and this old monk's breath was weaker than that of the Yellow River Patriarch in his senses. He is also a top master on the rivers and lakes. But when it really started, Gao Cheng was not afraid at all.

"Under Gao Cheng, don't blame your predecessors if you come uninvited!" Gao Cheng laughed and entered directly from the main entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.

The old monk looked serious, looking ready to start. However, when he heard the name Gao Cheng, there was obvious surprise on his face. Gao Cheng's recent fame has spread all over the martial arts, and even he, an old monk who often stays in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, has heard of the other party's reputation.

"It turned out to be Gao Shaoxia, I don't know what Shaoxia did when he came to my Shaolin late at night?" After knowing the origin of the other party, the old monk relaxed a little, but he was not completely relieved, after all, the other party came to the Shaolin Temple's Chongdi Tibetan Scripture Pavilion late at night, and there must be a purpose.

Gao Cheng said: "I can't hide it, I have practiced a golden bell jar secret thirteen-style martial arts, but this exercise is too hard to squeeze the body, so I want to come to Shaolin Temple to find a solution! ”

Of course, he would not say his true purpose, and made up a random reason.

The old monk's face twitched fiercely, he took a deep breath, and said: "Shaoxia came to my Shaolin important place late at night, and he was about to look through the secret books of my faction, did he not take my Shaolin faction in his eyes at all?

His identity is the first seat of the Shaolin Temple's Prajna Hall, and his identity is only under the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, but because a major event happened in the Shaolin Temple a few years ago, the fire foreman Tuo stole Shaolin martial arts and killed the first of the Dharma Academy and the first of the Luohan Hall, and the master of the Shaolin Temple suffered heavy casualties. Even the abbot was wounded.

Now the person with the highest skill in Shaolin Temple is the first seat of his Prajna Hall.

If even he is not Gao Cheng's opponent, then what the other party wants to do, Shaolin Temple can't stop it. Even if Gao Cheng copied all the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, he was helpless. Rather than that, it's better to start with the conditions.

"Okay, the seniors are really refreshing, and I don't want to fight here to affect the purity of Buddhism, why don't I and the seniors each use three palms and make a quick decision, how about it?" Gao Cheng said with a smile.

The old monk said in a deep voice: "That's fine!"

Gao Cheng secretly urged the Nine Yin Bone Forging Skill and the Golden Bell Jar Secret Thirteen Styles of Fortune Method, gathered most of the power on his right palm, and said, "Senior, please come out of the palm!"

When the old monk heard this, the monk's robe on his body bulged, without the slightest politeness, and he used the Panruo palm in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, and the internal force was like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and the fierce power rolled out. Perform three tricks in a row.

Gao Cheng's eyebrows jumped, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and waved his palm to meet it, boom, boom, boom The powerful energy roared in the air, extinguishing many of the lights around him. The little monk Jueyuan also covered his ears with a painful face, and hurriedly retreated.

Gao Cheng stepped back three steps in a row, his internal organs shook and rolled, the uncomfortable feeling couldn't be controlled, his chest was hot, and a wisp of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Suffered internal injuries.

The old monk took five or six steps back in a row before he stopped. The right hand hung down softly, and the bones of the arm were broken by the powerful force. He couldn't help but say, "This ...... This is the Golden Bell Jar of the Thirteenth Taibao Henglian! There will be no mistake, this is the luck method practiced by the Thirteenth Taibao, I didn't expect this kung fu to still be in the world!"