Fang Zheng fluttered out with a palm, which seemed to be extremely ordinary, but in the middle of the palm, it suddenly shook slightly, and when it landed, one palm became two palms, two palms became four palms, and four palms became eight palms, and then it continued to grow in binary.

Lin Tianheng's eyes sank when he saw this, he knew that this was Fang Zheng's stunt "Thousand Hands Like a Palm", which was known for its unpredictable change, which just restrained Lin Yicong's straightforward fighting style.

It is not necessarily good to change many segments, and it is not necessarily bad to be simple and rude, but Fang Zheng's footwork is ingenious, and Lin Yicong can't touch the corner of his clothes for a while.

No matter how Fang Zheng's palm technique changed, Lin Yicong responded with a punch, although he couldn't break it, but he was evenly matched in a short period of time.

Lin Yicong couldn't crack Fang Zheng's moves, and Fang Zheng couldn't crack Lin Yicong's moves, because his moves were so simple that he couldn't even hide the flaws.

If Lin Yicong is dedicated to defense, this "Kaishan Boxing" will become a "Rock Fist", stable as a rock, immovable as a mountain, so that Fang Zheng has no way to start.

Seeing that the two were at an impasse, Lin Yicong took the lead in shouting, causing many monks to cover their ears together, which can be described as earth-shattering.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng knew that the other party was going to launch the strongest attack, and all the true qi in his body was transported, staring at Lin Yicong with all his attention, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

Lin Yicong knew that he couldn't compare to Fang Zheng in terms of moves, so he turned his fist into a palm and used the "Star Absorbing Dafa", but he couldn't absorb the slightest internal force from him, and he was shocked in vain.

Fang Zheng felt the powerful suction from Lin Yicong's palm, and his heart trembled, and he stimulated it with all his strength, and the overwhelming palm force instantly forced Lin Yicong back.

"Amitabha, what is the relationship between the little benefactor and Mr. Ren?" Fang Zheng's face was cold, and he was straight.

After that, Fang Zheng looked up at Lin Tianheng not far away, constantly speculating about the identity of this person in his heart, he originally thought that since the undefeated usurpation of power in the East more than ten years ago, the name of Let Me Do Not Be heard in the world anymore, how could he have thought that his star-absorbing magic skill would reappear in the rivers and lakes today!

Hearing the words "let me go", the faces of the senior monks of the square characters changed greatly, as if they recalled the bloody wind and rain of the year, and their eyes at Lin Yicong became more and more unkind.

The devil who absorbs people's skills, everyone gets and is punished!

Lin Yicong saw that all the monks changed color in unison, and immediately understood the relationship between them and Ren Xing, and said with a smile: "The old monk doesn't have to worry, Ren Xing's skills have been sucked dry by me, and I guess it will not reappear in the rivers and lakes." ”

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Fang Zheng bowed his head and said, as if he had compassion, but he said in his heart: This son is lawless, and he has absorbed all his skills at a young age, if he is allowed to continue, there may be a big disaster in the martial arts!

"Array!" Fang Zheng suddenly shouted, and the Shaolin monks came out with sticks, and under the leadership of several Fangzi monks, they surrounded Lin Yicong and Lin Tianheng.

Seeing this, Lin Yicong couldn't help but look at Lin Tianheng for help, these monks held batons, their steps were neat and calm, they flowed like clouds and water, and when they stopped, they were as heavy as mountains, which was obviously a very clever formation.

Lin Tianheng looked at this Arhat Great Array that made many Jianghu experts sink into the sand, and there was no wave in his heart, if he was young, maybe he would still be a little interested in breaking the formation, but now he just wants to get the Danfang and the scriptures quickly.

"Let's stay." Lin Tianheng's lips moved slightly, but the small voice exploded like thunder in the ears of the monks.

In an instant, all the warrior monks did not obey the true qi in their bodies, rushed left and right, their qi and blood were shocked, and they all lost their ability to move, collapsed to the ground, and most of them were unconscious.

Even the strongest Fang Zheng who cultivated the "Yijin Sutra" couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood with a sweet throat.

This low chant is much more terrifying than the "lion roar" used by all the monks since the establishment of the Shaolin temple.

Looking at the disciples in the temple who didn't know their life and death, Fang Zhenggrief came from it, could it be that the thousand-year-old foundation of Shaolin was about to be lost in the hands of Lao Gao!

Just as Fang Zheng was about to walk tremblingly in front of Lin Tianheng and kneel down and beg him to let Shaolin go, Lin Tianheng took the lead in speaking.

"I want to borrow the treasure of your temple, the Yijin Sutra, to increase the size of the Dan Dan Fang to take a look, and I hope that the abbot can make it convenient." Lin Tianheng walked up to Fang Zheng and smiled.

Fang Zhengyan felt bitter in his heart, where was he qualified to refuse Lin Tianheng's request now.

"Abbot, no." Yijin Sutra" and the size of the Dan are all important treasures of the temple, how can outsiders watch! The poor monk is desperate to die, but he also wants to keep the treasure in the temple! A monk with a radical personality clutched his chest and roared.

Fang Zheng glanced at his junior brother with a complicated look, his heart was good, but it was a pity that he was too pedantic.

Lin Tianheng also glanced at the monk of the square generation, and the other party immediately fainted, and the rest of the monks who wanted to speak were suddenly silent.

"According to this seat, not all the monks in the temple have such a determination to protect the scriptures." Lin Tianheng said quietly, and at the same time looked around, as far as his eyes went, the monks who had not yet fallen into a coma bowed their heads one after another, all silently waiting for Fang Zheng to make a final decision.

"Besides, this seat is just curious, so come and take a look, it won't be spread out, and the abbot can rest assured." Lin Tianheng retracted his gaze and said, although it will not be passed on externally, but it is the proper meaning to adapt it and pass it on to his own juniors.

As soon as they heard this, the hearts of the monks were relieved in vain, believing that the seniors with such strong strength would never break their promises and gain weight.

"Seniors, please come with the poor monks." Fang Zheng worked hard to suppress the churning qi, blood and true qi in his body, his right hand led in the void, and then led the way in front of his head, introducing Lin Tianheng and Lin Yicong into the temple.

Seeing the abbot's softness, the hearts of several senior monks who were still sober were extremely complicated, not only the joy of the rest of their lives, but also the humiliation of swallowing their anger, and the helplessness of their lack of strength, and in the end, they could only turn into a Buddha horn and sigh one after another.

Under the leadership of Fang Zheng, Lin Tianheng and the two came to the legendary Hidden Scripture Pavilion and found a quiet room, and Fang Zheng told Lin Tianheng and the contents of the "Yijin Sutra" to Lin Tianheng and Pan, not daring to hide it in the slightest.

The kung fu of this "Yijin Sutra" is the spirit of the five internal organs, which is not dispersed, and the line is continuous, the qi is generated from the inside, and the blood is moistened from the outside, which is really a master-level treasure.

However, it has been inherited for many years and has experienced many disasters, many of which have been lost, and the most critical method of cultivating the gods has been cut off.

However, his way of refining qi and storing essence touched Lin Tianheng quite a lot, and if he was slightly modified and integrated into the exercises he cultivated, he might have the effect of prolonging his life.

If you can see the original "Yi Jin Jing", I am afraid that the harvest will be even greater. Thinking about it, Lin Tianheng booked a world in advance.

The above is the whole text of the treasure of our temple, the "Yijin Sutra". Since the Song Dynasty treasure book was lost once, the inheritance of the scriptures is all based on oral description, and I hope that the predecessors will forgive me. Fang Zheng was afraid that Lin Tianheng would have a bad heart, so he deliberately explained.

Lin Tianheng nodded, saying that he wouldn't mind, and probably guessed the amenorrhea that Fang Zheng said in his heart.

Although word of mouth can ensure the safety of the scriptures, but it is inevitable that there will be mistakes and omissions, if it is not for the status of the abbot of Shaolin Jianghu transcendence, there will be basically no accidental death, this scripture may have disappeared in the vast history.

When the two walked out of the quiet room, Lin Yicong was still fascinated by reading the other martial arts cheats in the Zangjing Pavilion, and the Shaolin 72 stunts were really extensive.

Seeing this, Lin Tianheng did not stop it, and under the leadership of Fang Zheng, he went to the Medicine King Courtyard, where Lin Tianheng got the pill prescription of the big and small pills.

Fang Zheng is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and he gave one big pill and three small pills, which made Lin Tianheng feel very good, and casually pointed out several mistakes and omissions in the "Yijin Sutra", which benefited Fang Zheng a lot.

In a relatively pleasant atmosphere, Lin Tianheng took Lin Yicong and left Shaolin Temple.

Back at the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Fang Zheng began to order people to do the finishing work, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the monks were simply unconscious, and their bodies were fine.

The more this was the case, the more Fang Zheng felt that Lin Tianheng was unfathomable, so he made the decision to close the mountain for cultivation.

"Now that the situation in the rivers and lakes is treacherous, and there are such powerful people entering the WTO, I hope this move can keep Shaolin out of the matter." Fang Zheng looked into the distance and sighed faintly.

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