The monks looked at each other, but they were silent.

At this time, a wide-faced middle-aged monk in the crowd walked out, saluted to the abbot of Kongwen, and said, "Abbot Qiqi, let the disciples come to the field to learn the swordsmanship of Xiong Wu Erxia in this battle." ”

The abbot of Kongwen was pale and nodded slightly, showing that he had great confidence in this broad-faced monk.

Yuan Ye was puzzled in his heart, "Who is this monk, obviously he is not a disciple of the empty character generation, but the most powerful disciple of the Yuanzi generation seems to be only Yuanyin, that is, Cheng Kun." This man is not the right age, right? ”

At this time, the broad-faced monk walked into the crowd again, but walked out with a Zen staff.

The wide-faced monk held a Zen staff in his right hand, bowed with his left hand, and said, "Amitabha, the little monk Yuanming has seen Xiong Daxia. The little monk was not qualified to fight against Xiong Daxia, but as soon as he saw the hero's martial arts, the little monk was itching, and he begged the abbot to allow the little monk to play, and asked the hero to atone for his sins."

At this time, the monk of emptiness saw that the wilderness was curious, with a smile on his face, and said: "This Yuanming is a disciple of the Bodhi Monastery of this temple, and he is born with martial arts and is obsessed, so the first Konghua disciple of the Bodhi Monastery named it Yuanming, which means that he will see the nature of his mind as soon as possible, and the Dharma will be self-advancing." ”

With a sigh, he continued: "It's a pity that Yuan Ming still only likes to practice martial arts all day long, and he doesn't have much patience for Buddhism. His martial arts cultivation is incomparably profound, but the Buddha nature is still shallow, and the senior brother of Konghua passed away a few years ago, and he once left a message that he could not pass on the first seat of the Yuanming Bodhi Academy, only when how to realize the profound Buddha nature.

"I see, it seems that this is also the same martial idiot as his cheap disciple!" Smiling slightly, Yuan Ye thought.

Xiong Wu was not annoyed at all when he heard Yuan Ming say this, and said with a smile: "It's just right, the fight just now is not cool at all, great monk, you wait for me to get the sword." ”

After that, he took a big step, the consciousness of the monks was a flower, and the figure in the field flashed again, and Xiong Wu had already returned to Yuan Ming with the giant sword.

"It's so light, Yuan Shaoxia, I don't know what the name of Xiong Erxia's light skill is, it's so weird?" The Divine Monk of Emptiness is wonderful.

Yuan Ye replied: "This light skill is not very magical, a few years ago the kid was lucky to defeat the Mingjiao Qingyi Bat King Wei Yixiao at the foot of Wudang Mountain, and then got his light skill, and the boy has that light skill has been Wudang Zongyun Ladder has been and later traveled the world to create a set of light body kung fu." ”

"Amitabha, the young man is really talented, but he can create such a kung fu that comes and goes like electricity, and he is really ashamed of my martial arts decay", the abbot sighed.

"This is just a small road, the abbot has a good reputation", Yuan Ye replied.

At this time, the battle in the field had begun, and Yuan Ming looked peaceful before, but at the beginning of the battle, he was like a different person, his eyes were red, he looked like a madman, and a Zen staff danced like a wheel, and the wind shouted.

And Xiong Wu's hundred-ten-pound giant sword was held in his hand or stabbed, counterattacked, slashed, and chopped upside down, so that it was driven by an arm.

The monks saw that he used a door-like giant sword like a three-foot sharp sword. But everyone understands that it is just that Xiong has infinite force and profound skills.

The kung fu he used with this blunt sword, under the urging of the fierce and domineering internal force, was already invincible and invincible, why should there be a blade on the sword?

But that Yuan Ming is also not an easy person, a Zen staff weighing 100 catties is like a withered branch when waved, and at this time his crazy, infatuated, and angry demeanor pretends to be crazy at this moment.

The Zen staff in his hand is like a dragon going out to sea, churning and swaying, and under the heavy phantoms, the strength of Pei Ran is no less than a thousand catties.

The two will meet Liangcai, and the battle will become more and more intense. Everyone only heard the crackling sound, and the bluestone ground was broken by swords and Zen sticks from time to time, and the smoke and dust were filled.

"There's also a mad wand method", Yuan Ye really admired.

"Hehe, Xiong Erxia's swordsmanship is even better." Emptiness is a monk. His skills are profound, and when he sees his mastery, he can already see that the Zen staff in Yuanming's hand has gradually been suppressed by Xiong Wu's big sword.

"Great monk, good kung fu, except for the eldest brother, no one has been able to fight me so happily for a long time, I have to use all my strength, you be careful."

Everyone gradually looked down on the scene in the field, and suddenly heard Xiong Wu shouting loudly.

Immediately, everyone only heard a sky-shattering roar of "ah~ha", and then a loud "dang" sound, and they saw Yuanming's mouth spurting blood flying out of the smoke.

With a bang, Yuan Ming slammed on the sidelines, and everyone's eyes moved with his figure, but when they saw the scene clearly, the faces of all the monks changed greatly.

I saw that the monk's robe on Yuanming's chest was torn, and blood was spitting from his mouth, and the stainless steel Zen staff that he was originally holding with both hands fell weakly beside him at this time, and it was broken into two sections, and the fracture was smooth, as if it had been cut off by a sharp weapon.

"What a domineering swordsmanship! What a domineering and strong internal force! The emptiness monk praised.

All the old monks around him nodded with ugly faces.

Their kung fu is profound, and they have all seen that it should have been Xiong Wu's sword slashing before, and Yuan Ming holding a staff in front of his chest, but he couldn't resist the power of Pei Ran.

In just an instant, the Zen staff in Yuan Ming's hand was cut off, and the speed was too fast for the break to be so smooth.

The most terrifying thing is that at the last moment, Xiong Wu actually forcibly withdrew ninety percent of his strength. Otherwise, Yuanming would not be as simple as cracking the monk's robe and spitting blood.

If not, Yuan Ming would have been cut into pulp by a sword at this time.

However, forcibly retracting his strength, Xiong Wu was also damaged, and at this time, from his slightly rapid breathing, Yuan Ye had already heard that his true qi was shaking at this time, and his qi and blood were surging, and he was afraid that it would take several days to recover.

In this case, Yuan Ye shouted: "Ah Wu, come down, and then change your Xiong Ba to teach the martial arts of Shaolin monks." ”

Xiong Wu walked down with an annoyed face when he heard this, and when he saw him coming over, he heard the abbot say: "Thank you Xiong Erxia's men for their mercy, the Shaolin disciples are not good at learning, and the tired Xiong Erxia is not lightly injured, I am really ashamed."

At this time, Yuan Ming also relieved himself, carried two broken Zen sticks, walked over, and said sincerely: "Thank you Xiong Erxia for saving my life, the little monk only felt that his martial arts were very great in the past, but I really don't understand why the master urged the little monk to chant and worship the Buddha all day long. ”

Sighing, he continued: "Today's fiasco was in the hands of Xiong Erxia, and the little monk realized that he was just a frog at the bottom of the well. In the past, he failed the master's hard work, and today Xiong Erxia, who is tired again, is injured, and the little monk is now ashamed. ”

Xiong Wu laughed and said, "Great Monk Yuanming, your martial arts are already very powerful. I followed Childe all the way over, except for the time in Dadu, you are the most powerful. When you're all right, let's fight again. ”

Yuan Ming said: "I have nothing to do, but I'm afraid I'm going to make Xiong Erxia wait."

After speaking, he walked to the abbot of Kongwen and bowed: "Abbot Qiqi, the disciple knows that the karma of the past is heavy, from today onwards, the disciple invites himself into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to copy the Buddhist scriptures, chant the scriptures and worship the Buddha, and refine Zen to reduce his own karma, and also ask the abbot to complete it." ”

When the old monks saw that he was the only one in this battle, they were all enlightened, and they were all happy, and Shaolin would add a great virtuous monk in the future!

The abbot nodded slightly and said, "Go, the day you leave the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you will regain control of the Bodhi Academy." ”

Looking at the Yuanming monk who walked out of the crowd with a broken Zen staff and firm steps, Yuan Ye's face was slightly strange.

"Xiong Wu won't create another sweeping monk today, right?" Yuan Yuan thought in his heart.

This is, Xiong Ba said: "Childe, it's down."

Yuan Ye came back to his senses, looked at you and said, "Go ahead, pay attention to your shots." ”