Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion Chu Feng has come, but it is the Lu Ding Ji of later generations, and the position of various scriptures and classics has changed greatly.

The first layer here is the ordinary Buddhist scriptures, and there are some great martial arts secrets.

The second layer is the commentary of some Buddhist scriptures by some great monks, and some fragments of Shaolin stunts.

The third layer is the place where the complete secrets of the Shaolin 72 stunts are collected.

The third floor is very small, and when Chu Feng goes up, he can take all the books into his eyes at a glance.

And now, his eyes swept over the covers of these books one by one, looking for the secret of Shaolin Tongzigong.

Soon, he made a discovery, and pulled out a green booklet from it, and there were five strong and powerful characters on the cover of the booklet, Shaolin Tongzi Gong!

"Found it!" Chu Feng was overjoyed, and immediately opened it, flipping through the pages one by one.

Sure enough, it's a complete book!

Immediately, Chu Feng began to recite silently, and the words on the secret note, the patterns, and the annotations of the senior monks of the past dynasties were all imprinted in his mind, and he was finally familiar with it.

"Shaolin Boy Gong, you really have to cultivate as a child...... Chu Feng closed the last page of the secret note, and closed his eyes slightly: "I practiced according to those few pages at the beginning, and I haven't gone mad yet, it's really a great luck......"

Chu Feng put back this secret book, and then looked at the other stunt secrets, although he was ready to specialize in one first, but these stunt secrets were right in front of him, Chu Feng had no reason not to memorize them first.

Moreover, after this time, I am afraid that there will be additional personnel in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to increase vigilance, and it may not be easy to come in and watch the secret notes easily.

So, he began to rummage again, this time, Chu Feng was also looking for a well-targeted stunt, Dharma swordsmanship, one-finger Zen Gong, big monument hand, and thousand hands like a palm......

Soon, these martial arts cheats were also selected by Chu Feng one by one, so he began to memorize them again...

It took a long time, and these secret skills were finally firmly remembered by him, and Chu Feng breathed a long sigh of relief.

"There is one last stunt, the Vajra Body Protector Divine Skill!"

King Kong body protection magic is also King Kong does not damage the body of the divine skill, known as one of the five great magic skills in ancient and modern times, the highest level of Shaolin internal strength, if you practice to the peak of the realm, there is a layer of invisible qi around the body, the enemy's attack of the blade hidden weapon has not yet reached the body, has been shocked.

Soon, Chu Feng also found this magic skill, and first took a cursory look, but this secret book was half missing, and it was actually incomplete!

"It's only half, and it's enough for me to crisscross the world of Jin Daxia and Gu Long, ......"

So, he began to memorize and recite again.

Subsequently, Chu Feng began to look for the Yijin Sutra, the Washing the Marrow Sutra, and other Zhen faction masters, but unfortunately, Chu Feng rummaged up and down the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he didn't even see a shadow......

The moon and stars are thin, the mist is drifting, and the night is like sticky ink, tightly wrapping everything under the night.

Chu Feng fluttered out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he smiled lightly, his arms shook, the sleeves of the robe flew away, the bulging sleeves of the robe seemed to be full of energy, only to see a few zhang away, a piece of falling sycamore leaves suddenly froze, and then in the sound of 'whoosh', it turned into a yellow light scattered all over the sky!

"Who are you?"

"Who is the rat generation, dare to trespass on the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion ......."

In an open space outside the Zangjin Pavilion, there were dozens of monks holding torches and lanterns at night, and suddenly saw Chu Feng and shouted.

Chu Feng's footsteps were light, his body was like a flying eagle in the sky, a few feet high, and he folded upside down in the air, turning into a cyan shadow, and several ups and downs. People are far gone.

The Shaolin monks all changed color and gasped.

This light skill is really like a flying swallow coming, which is enough to be proud of the martial arts, and it is wonderful in the world!

After descending the Shaomu Mountain, Chu Feng unfolded his body and swept towards the sharp inn.

"Take the benefits and run ......away," Chu Feng smiled lightly, "Am I too unkind?" ”

"Amitabha, donor ...... later!"

Suddenly, an old monk behind him swept through the air, his internal skills were exquisite, and he was only slightly inferior to Chu Feng! Such a character is enough to run rampant in the rivers and lakes and suppress the martial arts!

"You're a Master of Fang Zheng?" Chu Feng stopped and watched an old monk in a robe fly over.

The old monk was short in stature, thin in face, and kind in expression.

"Lao Wei is the proof of the prescription!" The old monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his voice. "I don't know what the donor is called?"

"Chu Feng!" Chu Feng looked at Fang Zheng with a smile: "I don't know what the master is looking for me?" ”

Fang Zheng was shocked and said, "The donor is the Demon Sect Chu Feng who slaughtered dozens of lives in Kaifeng?" ”

"Has it been passed to Shaolin?" Chu Feng's thoughts turned, and the corners of his mouth curled, "I'm not a member of the Demon Sect, what does the master have to say?" ”

"Amitabha, Lord Chu broke into my Shaolin Temple today, stole my temple's scriptures, and brutalized fellow martial artists, which is really a demonic act!" Fang Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, and the light was magnificent.

"You can't get along with me?" Chu Feng said coldly, "Okay, then I'll teach you Shaolin stunts!" ”

"Alas! I also invite the donor to eat fast and recite Buddha in the temple to dissolve anger......"

Chu Feng let out a long roar, the purple qi rose, his face was majestic, but his body was like a civet cat, and he slapped it with one palm.

"Zixia Divine Skill?!" Fang Zheng's eyes showed a vigilant look, and he also slapped it with one palm.

This palm move is ordinary, but in the middle of the palm, it suddenly shook slightly, and one palm changed to two palms, two palms to four palms, and four palms to eight palms.

"A thousand hands are like palms!"

The two palms struck, the air exploded, and the strong wind blew in all directions, blowing the clothes and hunting.

The two exchanged two palms, only to see that Fang Zheng's palms were complex and varied, and the power was gathered but not dispersed, which was one of the deepest palms in the world, and it was very powerful.

The two fought for several rounds, but they were still at a stalemate with each other, which can really be described as a good talent and equal.

Although Chu Feng's internal strength is half superior, although the Yi Jin Sutra of Fang Zheng is soft, it is extremely strong, and it is also incomparable.

Bang!

Chu Feng clapped his palm again, but this palm was slapped at an empty door where the Thousand Hands Rulai Palm was.

Chu Feng knew all the changes in the moves of the Thousand Hands Rulai Palm, not to mention that, he still had a layer of Thousand Hands Rulai Palm's skills, so he naturally knew all the changes in the other party's evidence.

Silently, Chu Feng's palm had already pressed on one of Fang Zheng's key points, and Fang Zheng suddenly felt numb, and his strength was greatly lost, so he was about to retreat and dodge.

Under the great loss of Fang Zheng, Chu Feng followed him like a shadow, and once again followed him, his true qi was urged, and his strength was spurted, and he slapped his palm on his chest.

Fang Zheng's bones seemed to be snapped off several times at once, flying upside down like a broken kite.

Fang Zhengwa spat out a mouthful of blood, only feeling that all the internal organs in his body were damaged, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Fang Zheng, you are defeated......" Chu Feng sneered. There was no pursuit, and the palm seemed to be heavy, but in fact it was only a minor injury.

"Amitabha!" Fang Zheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, sighed long, and his eyes were dim, "The donor is good at martial arts, the poor monk can't keep you, you can leave......"

Chu Feng shook his head, and saw the faint light of the fire behind him, and it was a large number of monks coming.

"Abbot!"

"Abbot!"

"Senior brother!"

At this time, Fang Sheng and several monks with good light skills rushed over, hurriedly picked up Fang Zheng, inquired about the injury, and swallowed the pill.

When Chu Feng saw it, he flicked his footsteps, swept a few times, and his body was like a sharp arrow, and he quickly disappeared.

Several monks wanted to chase him, but they were stopped by Fang Zheng's shouting: "No need to chase, you are not his opponent, and if you catch up with him, it will increase your life!" ”

A few people gave up and hurriedly returned to Shaolin Temple with Fang Zheng.

Fang Sheng asked: "Senior Brother Abbot, who is that person, his martial arts are so superb, is it that the East is undefeated?!" ”

"No, he's Chu Feng!" Fang Zheng shook his head.

"Chu Feng?" Fang Sheng muttered to himself: "Where did this master come out?" Never heard of ...... before"