When the Shaolin abbot saw his junior brother pounce, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't open his mouth to stop it.

He saw that Fang Ming was alone, thinking about how important it was to learn from Shaolin? It must not be spread out, even if this person is noble, he can only take it down first.

The gray-clothed monk's martial arts were really quite good, after one catch, the second, third, fourth, and fifth catches came out, and in an instant, a person seemed to turn into a gray dragon, the dragon shadow flew into the air, and the dragon's claws danced rapidly, firmly sealing Fang Ming's retreat.

This Shaolin dragon claw hand has been tempered thousands of times, it can be described as an unbreakable art, he has been immersed in this road for a long time, at this time, it is really difficult to be, and it is really difficult to see a Shaolin monk who is dizzy and fascinated, and can not help himself.

Seeing that Fang Ming was surrounded by heavy claw prints, he just smiled indifferently, and suddenly stepped forward, his right hand stretched out, his five fingers were like hooks, and he was also a Shaolin dragon claw hand!

The Shaolin abbot saw it clearly, and saw that the Taoist real person grabbed it with one claw, and the law was rigorous, it was indeed the Shaolin dragon claw hand, and the move heat was exactly the same, and he couldn't help but be even more surprised: "This person's dragon claw hand has at least twenty years of fire, not new, but how is it possible?" He doesn't look to be more than twenty years old, unless he has been practicing martial arts since his mother's womb......"

In the claw wind, Fang Ming held the two missing moves, and suddenly turned into a move "take the cloud style", and in the middle, it seemed to have a change of "grabbing beads" and "fishing for the moon", and the middle palace attacked directly.

The gray-clothed monk was shocked, his claws came out, he just touched Fang Ming's wrist, but he was bounced away by a soft force, just in the blink of an eye, Fang Ming had already held his key point, this was the gathering of the sea of qi, the most important thing, the monk couldn't move.

"How's my dragon clawman?"

Fang Ming laughed loudly, lifted the monk is thrown, smashed into the monks, after a long uproar, the gray-clothed man got up in embarrassment, suddenly his face was like ashes, and he covered his face with his sleeves.

"Amitabha, where did this dragon claw hand come from?"

The Shaolin abbot asked.

"Don't you understand?" Fang Ming said: "Buddha is the Tao, so these seventy-two stunts are naturally not exclusive to Shaolin, why should I learn them?" ”

Although these words were strong, Fang Ming himself was excellent evidence, so he directly hit the Shaolin abbot to the ground.

"Looks like the master doesn't believe it?" Fang Ming smiled slightly: "The poor Taoist is not talented, and the seventy-two stunts of the Taoist family are also complete, so I will ask the abbot and the masters to advise!" ”

As he spoke, Fang Ming was as straight as a flash, and in the blink of an eye, he reached a human-high bluestone, and suddenly his right palm pushed out flatly.

His right hand was white and delicate, without a trace of calluses, and it seemed to be extremely pampered, and he pushed out with one palm, castration was slow, and it didn't seem to contain much great strength, but the whole earth was shocked, like an earth dragon turning over.

Crash!

The bottom of the boulder did not move, but it was suddenly disconnected from the middle, and the boulder hundreds of catties above flew out flat, whistling with the evil wind, the sound was terrifying, and the monks on the opposite side screamed and fled.

"What a fierce stele wrestler, it has reached the realm of sending and receiving freely, out of the realm of supernatural transformation!"

The Shaolin abbot and a cadre of elders knew the goods and exclaimed.

After Fang Ming's palm was pushed out, his five fingers were put together, turning his palm into a fist, and with a grip, the air suddenly screamed, and in the convergence of the airflow, Fang Ming punched out, and the stone flew right in the middle.

Bang!

After the boulder was punched, it did not pounce forward, but jumped upward, this strength and ingenuity, it has really obtained the essence of Donkey Kong boxing.

Bang!

The boulder jumped upwards two feet, and then fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up dust in the sky, and the sound shook all over the world, like a muffled drum and thunder.

The surrounding warrior monks were all staggered, and under this terrifying scene that seemed to be a natural disaster, it was already the result of their mental tenacity that they could still insist on staying here.

"Please ask the masters for advice on this breaking skill......

Fang Ming opened his mouth to speak, not afraid of venting his true anger at all, and with a flick of his sleeve robe while talking and laughing, the boulder that fell to the ground suddenly spun a few times, and crashed into the giant tree next to him.

Click! Click!

A few branches couldn't withstand such a huge force, they broke and fell, Fang Ming wiped his hands, there seemed to be a flash of fire and heat in the air, and he turned his hand into a knife and slashed at the branches.

Snort!

The branches fell off their skins in mid-air, and the wood chips bloomed like flowers, and suddenly they all burst into flames and turned into wisps of green smoke.

The figure flashed, Fang Ming turned into a figure in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and landed on the boulder again, and said with a smile: "These seventy-two stunts of the poor road, I don't know if they can enter your eyes?" ”

The Shaolin abbot was speechless for a long time, and glanced at the other heads, and suddenly felt disheartened and despairing......

……

"Why are you only coming down now?"

Fang Ming floated down the mountain, and sent another signal, and Han Xiaoying then came to the front.

"Occasionally read a book and read it fascinatingly, girl, don't be weird!" Fang Ming smiled indifferently.

Han Xiaoying looked Fang Ming up and down, and saw that his robe was neat and tidy, without the slightest trace of damage and fighting, she first breathed a sigh of relief, and then became curious: "Those monks didn't embarrass you?" ”

"Huh...... The abbot and several of the first seats were all understanding, and after I had some kind words of persuasion, not only did they not keep me, but they also sent me out respectfully. ”

Fang Ming looked at the northwest direction: "It's just that Shaolin is declining now, and Zhongnan Quanzhen won't be so easy to pass ......."

In the Condor Shooting, the Quanzhen Sect, which inherited the Zhongshentong King Chongyang Taoism, is the first major faction of the Daomen, and the power is only slightly inferior to the beggars whose disciples are all over the rivers and lakes, and the seven sons of Quanzhen are not weak, and there is a slightly inferior Zhou Botong who is not unique, and the top combat power is probably a little higher than the current Shaolin.

Such a famous sect, Daomen Manifest Sect, Fang Ming suddenly came to the door and asked to borrow classics? Hehe......

Not to mention, at this time, Quan Zhen was under the rule of the Jin Kingdom, and Fang Ming's name as a real person in the Great Song Dynasty was not very useful.

"I heard that all the seven sons of Quanzhen are high-ranking people......"

Han Xiaoying pondered for a moment and said, "Your martial arts are high enough, you should be forgiving and forgiv......ing."

"If they are willing to obediently let me read all the Taoist books, I will naturally not bother to do anything with them......" Fang Ming smiled: "And the Seven Sons of Quanzhen are nothing except for the Tiangang Beidou Array, but their senior uncle Zhou Botong is the real master......"

"Zhou Botong?"

Han Xiaoying's face was a little confused.

"He is the junior brother of Wang Chongyang, who is a supernatural power, when Huashan discussed the sword, Wang Chongyang defeated the rest of the four uniques, and his martial arts were respected as the first in the world, his junior brother was truly transmitted, and it was not a simple goods, maybe it was slightly inferior to the four peers now, but it was still above Qiu Qianren, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang......"

"Iron-clad floating on water?"

Han Xiaoying gasped, although she hadn't heard of Zhou Botong, but the Iron Palm Gang was thriving in Qiu Qianren's hands, and the name was like thunder.

"I heard that this person is not only fierce and fierce in iron palm kung fu, but also extremely high in light skills, so that he can get the name of 'iron palm floating on water', and Zhou Botong's martial arts must be above this person......

Han Xiaoying felt like a frog at the bottom of the well at this time.

The Seven Monsters of Jiangnan are only dominant in the land of Wu Yue, in terms of real strength, they are only between the world's first-class and second-rate players when they fight alone, Ke Zhenwei may still be considered a good player, but Han Xiaoying is still young, and her internal skills and swordsmanship are far from being perfect, and she is probably at the bottom of the second-rate team, of course, that was before meeting Fang Ming.

At this time, listening to Fang Ming's general discussion of the world's masters, it was inevitable that he would feel a little disheartened.

"Girls don't have to be presumptuous...... With your current sword technique and claw power, the world can go to ......"

Fang Ming smiled slightly: "If you practice the method I teach for several years, even Qiu Chuji, who has the highest martial arts among the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, may not be able to defeat you......

"Changchun Zhenren is profound, chivalrous, and galloping, running thousands of miles for his friend's widow...... I'm ...... like this."

Han Xiaoying said modestly.

With Fang Ming's horizontal intervention last time, the Jiangnan Seven Monsters and Qiu Chuji did not fight, but according to the martial arts displayed by the other party, if they really did it, the Jiangnan Seven Monsters would inevitably lose and lose.

And the seven monsters are all chivalrous, and they also admire Qiu Chuji's tireless efforts to save people, and at this time, Han Xiaoying spoke with three points of respect.

"Haha...... Let's go meet the head of the hill and ......."

Fang Ming waved his robe, and immediately took Shaanxi with Han Xiaoying and headed towards Qinling.

……

Jungnam Mountain.

This is the branch of the Qinling Mountains, since the Han and Tang Dynasties, there are many Taoist masters who have cultivated here, known as the "immortal capital", "the crown of the cave", "the first blessed land in the world" and so on.

"Good! The clear air is curling, the mountains are stacked and green, and the luck gathers, it is really an excellent place to start a sect and establish a mountain to cultivate! ”

Fang Ming had already learned about the existence of luck through the martial arts order at this time, so he naturally paid more attention to the metaphysics of feng shui, and the collection of books of the royal family of the Song Dynasty was full of this content, and Fang Ming had gained a lot from his hard work.

"You see that this Zhongnan Mountain relies on the Qinling Great Dragon, obtains the essence of the Central Plains Dragon Vein, and the fortune of the Fortune is first-class, and the Quanzhen Sect is here, which really lays the foundation of the first line, and Chongyang Zhenren has a long-term vision......"

Fang Ming looked at the direction of the dragon veins of Zhongnan Mountain, but sighed.

It is said that although Taoism is a local sect in Middle-earth, but the various factions and veins do not belong to each other, and the emphasis is on the quiet and quiet, and there is no dispute with the world, so the cohesion can be called a plate of scattered sand, after all, it is still a foreign monk who recites the scriptures, and Buddhism is a dominant family.

In the Tang Dynasty and even the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Buddhism was at its peak, 'four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain', and the Brahma Gate is prosperous.

It's a pity that the prosperity and decline, to the Song Dynasty, the Taoist luck that has been suppressed by the Brahmana began to explode, real people emerge in endlessly, there is Wang Chongyang in the north, Zhang Ziyang in the south, Taoism dominates the world, and there is Lin Lingsu, the demon, suppressing Buddhism to the point that it is not visible.

Only the strong have the right to speak, and Fang Ming is naturally as good as a stream, and directly dresses up as a Taoist.

Anyway, Buddhism is just a springboard for him, and now that he has achieved great martial arts in Brahman, it is also time to dabble in the side door. (To be continued.) )