The sun is high, and the rays of sunlight are sprinkled in the mountains, although they have dispelled a little trace of winter snow, but in the air, the mountain breeze still carries a wisp of chill that has not been erased, and it is expected to be steep in the forest.

In the mountain behind Shaolin Temple, the winter snow melted, revealing the withered yellow ground, and the remnants of the leaves and withered grass that had been submerged for a winter were only seen again.

A group of monks stood quietly on both sides, without making a noise, and all their attention was focused on the two opposing people in the field.

Needless to say, the young man in green clothes is a little lazy in the sunshine, a little casual in his smile, and when he stands there, a lazy breath rushes to his face. However, just such a lazy teenager who doesn't seem to wake up, the cultivation of boxing, sticks, and Buddhism is actually top-notch, even in the hands of Huiguan and Huizhen, who are ranked high in Shaolin Huizi, without using internal strength, they are fighting back and forth.

Now, it is even more forced to take action in person by the senior monks of the Xuanzi generation, how can this kind of strength not make the Shaolin monks dumbfounded.

Opposite the young man, there was an old monk with a kind look and a red face, a yellowish robe on his body, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, looking harmless to humans and animals, looking like a good old man, looking at the young man with a smile.

looked at the old monk opposite with great interest, and quickly recalled the few fragments in Dusk's mind.

According to memory, Shaolin is good at "Finger of the Flower", and there seems to be only one who appears in the plot, but unfortunately he was killed by Gu Mozhi as soon as he appeared, and he was seriously injured and retreated, could it be that he was the one in front of him, and it doesn't look like it.

"Amitabha, Kongming Shaoxia, "Finger of the Flower" is not an ordinary Shaolin stunt, why don't we try the others, how!" Even if the two of them have already started the scene, Xuandu still doesn't believe that the young man in front of him really knows how to "Hold Flower Fingers".

"Finger of the Flower", different from "Luohan Boxing" and Shaolin sticks, boxing sticks are all melee means, as long as you enter the Chenggang realm and pay Chenggang, it is enough to exert the power of the boxing stick. But "Finger of the Flower" is different, it can be regarded as a long-range attack, not only to attach the internal strength to the object, but also to ensure that after pointing out, the internal strength of the body is condensed and not dispersed, otherwise, it will shoot out the flying flowers and flowing leaves, but it is just flying flowers and flowing leaves.

Therefore, in the eyes of Xuandu and even Xuanci and other monks, "Finger of the Flower", only by stepping into the realm of the body, can we talk about cultivation, and the young man is just a state of Chenggang, dare to say that he has some understanding of the "Finger of the Flower", whether it is not ashamed, or is it true, most of the monks in Shaolin are skeptical.

"Uncle Xuandu, please be merciful!" As if he didn't hear the steps given in Xuandu's words, Dusk chuckled, and his right foot stepped on the ground secretly, and the golden light flashed, and the young man's feet, still with wet residual leaves, were splashed with energy.

A few residual leaves were messy in front of him, and Dusk's right hand gently probed, pinched between his fingers, and three or two residual leaves that were steamed and dried by internal strength fell into his hand.

Seeing that the young man did not mean to change his mind at all, Xuandu no longer persuaded him, his palms were parted in front of him, his right hand was placed on his heart, the corners of his mouth drew an arc that was neither deep nor shallow, and wisps of pale red brilliance began to flicker between his fingers.

The light red inner strength flows, slowly condensed into a fiery red maple leaf between Xuandu's fingers, and the light behind him shines, and a Buddha smiling, sitting on the lotus platform.

Condensed into leaves, the leaves are dyed like fire, the Buddha statue is solid, and the corners of the mouth are smiling.

The moment the maple leaves condensed, a faint pressure and wisps of compassion swirled in the wind that was born out of thin air.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was any, and with one move, the strength of condensing qi into the realm of things had been fully revealed.

As a senior monk of Xuanzi, the strength of Xuandu, all the monks in the temple are very clear, the move has not come out, has made the monks admire, and now everyone will look at the young man who is pinching the residual leaves and gathering his breath quietly, looking forward to whether he can give everyone another surprise.

It seemed to hear the emotion in the hearts of the monks, Dusk's face was straight, and then a smile quietly bloomed.

On the way when the corners of his mouth slowly curled, the surging internal energy like waves rushed out of the young man's body, and the surging momentum and vast flow made the monks gasp, a little unbelievable, but the internal strength of Chenggang Realm was surging to such an extent, this young man was really not an ordinary Chenggang Realm.

"This internal energy!"

The young man's internal strength rushed out, so that the Xuanzi monks led by Xuan Ci showed strange faces, and felt the fluctuations of the young man's internal strength, which is indeed an authentic Buddhism internal strength undoubtedly, although it is not clear which set of martial arts, but its quality and quantity, but it is extraordinary.

The golden Liugang surging behind the young man was like a wave, quickly undulating and fluctuating, and a transparent golden Buddha, with the complete bloom of the young man's smile, little by little from the waves.

The Buddha statue was just beginning, looking at the Buddha statue shining behind the young man, a streamer flashed in Xuandu's eyes, and with a movement between his fingers, the maple leaves like fire burst out and shot towards the young man.

A ray of Buddha light spilled from the fingers of the transparent Buddha statue, flowing between the fingers of at least a year, attached to the residual leaves. Seeing that Xuandu took the lead in making a move, he didn't dare to delay at dusk, and with a wave of his arm, the remnant leaves shot towards the maple leaf with rippling Buddha light.

The remnant leaves are dilapidated, and it seems that they may turn into crumbs in the internal strength at any time, but just these few bursting remnant leaves have made countless monks speechless and speechless for a long time.

The energy is condensed on the leaves, and it has not dissipated, how is it possible, this young man in the Chenggang realm has really done it!

"Boom!"

One gold and one red two flying leaves, in the wisps of Buddha light, collided together, countless energy sprinkled, shot out, the moment of collision, several residual leaves turned into flying ashes in the fierce energy, and the fire-dyed maple leaf, just after a meal, still flew towards the boy.

The golden Buddha light and the light red Buddha light are intertwined, with the collapse of the residual leaves, just a few breaths of time, the golden Buddha light is like ice and snow, quickly dissolving under the red Buddha light, the young man's proud "Flower Finger", under the hands of Xuandu, is so unbearable.

"Hum... Hum..."

The fiery red streamer broke through the young man's finger, and its momentum was unabated, startling a few strands of hair, flashing from the side of the young man, and directly hitting an ancient bell far behind the young man.

The Buddha statue dissipated into nothingness, and endless paleness poured on the young man's face, although Xuandu's move did not target the young man, but the two internal forces collided, and the Buddha statue shattered and devoured, so that the young man, who had never healed from his injuries, had a sweet throat and a wisp of blood red, sliding from the corner of his mouth.

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I don't know how long I fell asleep, but when I woke up again at dusk, it was already evening.

Feel the vanity in the body, scratch your head in anguish at dusk, your sister, I knew that I wouldn't hold it hard, but now it's good, the old wounds have not healed, and new injuries are added, I'm afraid that the time of the past few days is inseparable from the Shaolin Temple.

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as he got out of bed at dusk, there was a knock on the door, pushing the door out, and the restrained young monk standing outside was not Xuzhu who was knocked unconscious by himself that day, who was it!