Energetic, messy, in the hall of the Great Hero, the two of them fought each other, their fists and feet collided, the sound was muffled, and the ears of the monks rang.

Unconsciously, the two have gone through a hundred moves, and Hui Zhen, who was originally full of confidence, only relied on his fists and feet, and did not move his internal strength, and he actually had no way to take the young man. And although Dusk and Hui Zhen fought back and forth, they were not weak, but they couldn't really defeat their opponents and win.

Seeing that the two were almost evenly divided, and it didn't make much sense to continue to fight, Xuan Ci chanted a Buddha horn and said, "Huizhen retreat, Huiguan up!" ”

Hearing the call of the abbot, although the monk Huizhen was unwilling, he could only close his body and stand up, and after saluting the young man, he dodged and withdrew from the field.

Monk Huizhen had just retreated, and before he had time to catch his breath at dusk, a ring stick had already rushed over.

In the sound of breaking the air, Dusk's body twisted, his hands became claws, his arms danced round, and he leaned out sideways, and his left hand was facing down, grabbing the long stick that was shooting. Imprisoned the dragon with one hand, twisted along the strength of the stick, the long stick has turned to Dusk's back, twisted his waist, his right shoulder fell down, the long stick slid out of his right shoulder along Dusk's back, and then Dusk's right hand bent his arm and threw it forward, and the long stick fell in front of the young man like a mountain chopping Yue.

"Good!"

However, just catching the long stick casually, a simple move of the backarm slide stick, the boy has already shown an extraordinary foundation in stick skills.

The chic and handsome posture and mellow and free movements made the eyes of the monks in the hall brighten, and the young monks who came at dusk couldn't hold back and shouted loudly.

As soon as the voice came out, the young monk himself was startled, hurriedly covered his mouth, looked around in horror, and found that no one paid attention to him, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Then the young monk's eyes were fixed on the field again, looking at the high-spirited young man, and his eyes showed a little admiration and envy.

"Huiguan, under the abbot of Shaolin Xuanci, cultivated, Shaolin stick!"

Huiguan and Huizhen compared, to be much sharper, as soon as he appeared, dusk felt a fierce momentum head-on, if Hui is really a rock, steady and unpretentious, then Hui Zhen is a spear, proud and sharp.

Moreover, Huiguan dares to claim that he is practicing "Shaolin Stick", not a certain stick method, which shows his confidence in his own strength.

"Kong Ming, the abbot of Shaolin Wubai in the Southern Song Dynasty, is also a Shaolin stick!"

If you are polite, I will be polite, if you are domineering, this Shaoxia will naturally not be polite, it is impossible to weaken the prestige of Shaolin in the Southern Song Dynasty in Shaolin, you are powerful, aren't you, this Shaoxia is not bad!

With his head raised, Dusk's face also had a hint of arrogance, and he said softly.

Sure enough, as soon as Dusk's words were finished, the atmosphere in the hall immediately became tense.

"Please!"

"Please!"

The four eyes were facing each other, the cold light burst out, and with a salute, the two moved at the same time, their figures flashed, and the two long sticks were already like dragons in the angry sea, stirring up endless wind and rain, and colliding together.

Sweeping, dialing, picking, pointing, splitting, stabbing, teasing, circle, the two rods of the ring stick open and close, mighty and fierce, the stick shadow flickering, the tiger and the tiger are windy, forcing many monks to can't help but look sideways for a while, can not look directly.

A stick smashed the sea, stirred up the four seas, swept with a backhand, and broke thousands of horses and thousands of armies.

Huiguan's cultivation in the stick method is really extraordinary, even if he has stepped into the twilight of the realm of integration, in the face of Huiguan's long stick that is sometimes like a dragon churning and sometimes like an axe splitting Yue, he can only concentrate on each other, defending six points and attacking four points, and looking for an opportunity to counterattack between parries.

The pressure that Huiguan gave to Dusk gave him a feeling that he couldn't show it at all in the face of the third senior brother Tianhong.

The realm of the juvenile stick method is obviously beyond the expectations of Huiguan and even Xuan Ci, and there is such a cultivation in the Shaolin boxing method, which has made Xuan Ci and several other old monks look up to it a lot, but I didn't expect that the strength of the young man is far more than that, and the realm of the stick method is not weaker than the boxing method at all, and even slightly better. This young man is not only a Buddhist genius, but also a martial arts demon!

The shadow of the stick flies, the figure is staggered, with a long stick, Huiguan suppressed the dusk little by little, but if you want to really win, there is still a long way to go, if Huiguan does not use internal strength, I am afraid that within a thousand moves, there is no way to take the boy.

"Bang!"

The long sticks collided violently, and the two poles had rebounded the long sticks that were bent like whips in their four hands, and the two of them parted with a touch, and they both took a few steps back before they stopped.

Looking at the young man in the hall whose face was already soaked in cold sweat, Huiguan raised his eyebrows, waved his long stick, and was about to attack again, but was stopped by Abbot Xuanci with a wave of his hand.

"Huiguan, step aside!" Raise a trace of the mind of accepting apprentices, if it weren't for the young man claiming to be from the Shaolin Temple of the Southern Song Dynasty, Xuan Ci and a few other old monks really wanted to put this young man into Buddhism, and train him well, according to the talent shown by the young man, within 20 years, I am afraid that this young man will become the mainstay of Shaolin.

"Yes, master!" Paused his figure, took a deep look at the young man, Huiguan turned around and stood with a stick in one hand and a palm in front of his chest with the other, bowed to Abbot Xuanci, and quickly retreated into the crowd.

"Whew!" Slowly let out a sigh, wiped the cold sweat on his head with his cuffs, looked at Abbot Xuanci who was smiling more kindly and kindly, and asked: "Master Xuanci, now you can prove that what you just said is not a lie!" ”

"Proof can indeed be proven, but if you say that you believe it completely, it is still a little bit short!" Without waiting for Xuan Ci to reply to the young man, Xuan Nan whispered a few words in Xuan Ci's ear, and when Xuan Ci looked at the young man with a bad smile in his eyes, and nodded slightly, Xuan Nan shook his head and smiled at the young man.

"No, why don't you believe it!" Reluctantly, he put the ring stick on his shoulder, and said with a bitter face at dusk: "I said to all my uncles, what do you have to do to make you believe it!" ”

Your sister, you old monks, if it weren't for the spirit of Shaolin in the Southern Song Dynasty, how could this young man have the leisure to serve you here, go and get that magic book early!

may see the slight impatience in the young man's eyes, Xuan Nan explained with a smile: ""Shaolin Boxing" and "Shaolin Stick", Shaoxia's cultivation is indeed extraordinary, but as we all know, whether it is Shaolin Boxing or Shaolin Stick, it is the basic martial arts of Shaolin, and there are countless people in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Then what Uncle Shi means, what should I do, please say it directly!" Hearing what Xuan Nan was referring to, Dusk frowned and asked.

"If you still have a stunt that I have never passed on in Shaolin, the poor monk and all the senior brothers and brothers, just believe what you say!" In the corners of his mouth that slowly hooked up at dusk, Xuan Nan chuckled.

"I see!" Nodding clearly, he shook the long stick at dusk, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "Then according to Uncle Shi's words..."

"Bang!"

The long stick stopped on the ground, the wind and dust rose and the bluestone was not broken, the young man swept over the several old monks sitting on the first place, and smiled without fear: "The boy has a little understanding of "Flower Finger", I don't know which uncle, the end will teach!" ”

Since you want to see it, then this young man will accompany you, isn't it one of the seventy-two stunts, this young man will, it's not just one!

"Flower Fingers"!

As soon as the young man's words fell, the monks in the hall were sluggish, although they thought that the young man had Shaolin stunts, but no one would have thought that the Shaolin stunts practiced by this young man, in addition to sticks and fists, there was actually a set of "Flower Fingers" that even in the Shaolin Temple of the Northern Song Dynasty, few people dared to claim to have a little understanding of the "Flower Finger"!