Chapter 8: The Whetstone (Part II)

Round anger, the day after tomorrow in the late ninefold period.

As soon as the two fought, Ding Ye felt an unprecedented pressure from the other party.

The madman, unstoppable, has no scruples.

Vigorous Crazy Demon Fist, this set of martial arts in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, but the middle-level martial arts, at this time, the anger in the hands of the circle was angry, but it was like a storm pouring towards Ding Ye.

It even gave Ding Ye the illusion that his breath was stagnant.

And every time the two fists clashed, Ding Ye was even more shocked by the strength of the other party's fists.

"Sure enough, it's powerful, crazy!"

Ding Ye secretly praised in his heart.

However, just when Ding Ye carefully experienced the path of Yuan's anger, Yuan's heart was also shocked.

"How is that possible? This kid is only a year younger, how can he have this strength? ”

Judging from his eyesight, the powerful mad demon fist used by Ding Ye, this kid, although the fist path is still a little immature, and the connection of many moves still has not broken away from the barrier of this set of boxing techniques.

But just because this kid can make so many moves in his own hands, and he can still do the eight winds without moving, it has already made Yuan Yi suspicious in his heart.

"Could it be that this kid's talent is really as terrible as the legend?"

Thinking of the various rumors about Ding Ye in the past year, Yuan's face couldn't help but become more and more gloomy.

You must know that he is ambitious!

This ambition is to compete for the next abbot, and in terms of his strength enough to be proud of most of his peers, this ambition is not delusional at all, but belongs to the grand goal that can be reached in a jump in the future!

It's just that with the current battle between him and Ding Ye.

At this moment, he had never felt like this that the position of the next abbot of this temple was so far away from him!

"With this kid's talent, over time, I'm afraid he can really grow to the height of Wudang Zhang Zhenren!"

"At that time...... What shall I fight with him? ”

A terrible thought suddenly flashed in Yuan Yi's heart, but the gaze that looked at Ding Ye gradually changed.

"No! I can't sit back ......"

……

With the change of Yuan's mind, it seems that he has finally let go of his scruples completely.

And Ding Ye quickly sensed the subtle changes in this, but if he knew what Yuan Yi was thinking, he was afraid that he would directly roll his eyes.

Competing with you for the abbot's position?

Please, you're thinking too much......

"Shaolin Dragon Clawman?"

Seeing that Yuan Yi actually changed his move suddenly, Ding Ye looked stunned, he was not very experienced in the enemy, and he almost suffered a loss.

Fortunately, he reacted quite quickly, and in the face of the round hatred and clasped his arm, the style was like a broken gold stone, and Ding Ye's body was instantly brushed with a layer of gold dust.

It was he who subconsciously used the "Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Practice Golden Bell Jar"!

Poof-

Originally, he was angry at the circle that his move was bound to win, and his five fingers shook, and he suddenly felt like defeating Ge.

"Iron cloth shirt? No, no, the bell jar? It's not right either......"

Asking himself if he had a little understanding of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, he couldn't help but wonder in the face of Ding Ye's specious and strange body protection martial arts.

But I didn't know that Ding Ye's martial arts was obtained from the world hundreds of years later, and after a large number of unique martial arts books in Buddhism were lost or mutilated, the product of the two phases was mixed and improved.

"What kind of exercise is this?"

The round eagle frowned.

"Cultivating both inside and outside, the Thirteen Taibao practice the golden bell jar ......," Ding Ye said calmly.

"Humph! Make a poor imitation! ”

Finally saw a little bit of the bottom of the circle, disdainfully said, "The iron cloth shirt and the golden bell jar are all the upper level martial arts of this temple, but I didn't expect to be practiced by you to be a four-like one, and you really don't learn any skills!" ”

"It just works," Ding Ye said with a smile.

"Don't be ashamed!" Yuan Yi sneered, "The martial arts of this temple have been inherited for thousands of years, and they have long been self-contained, and they are just jokes, in my opinion, they are all flaws!" Look at me breaking you! ”

As he spoke, as soon as the five fingers in Yuanyi's hand were closed, they had already turned into sword fingers and pointed towards Ding Ye.

And Ding Ye looked at Yuan's eyes, and a ruthless meaning suddenly appeared, and he instinctively felt a little bad in his heart.

But at this time, it is too late to make any more changes, and I can only make every effort to make a hard wave of "Thirteen Taibao Henglian Golden Bell Jars".

Po –

One finger, the Golden Bell Hood valve breaks!

Poof-

Two fingers, the flesh is broken again!

Ding Ye, whose face was like gold paper in an instant, looked at the fingertips that were withdrawn by Yuan Yan in disbelief, and there was a little red.

Before he could pull his body away, he saw that Yuan's hand was still non-stop, and he actually pointed at Ding Ye again!

At this time, those Yuanzi disciples who were watching the excitement on the side, with sharp eyes and wide knowledge, suddenly exclaimed.

"Not good! It's Moko Finger! ”

After this exclamation, the other people who reacted all changed color, "This is the three hells that Moko refers to!" Yuantong is going to be abolished? Is he crazy? ”

You must know that it is inevitable to get injured in this competition, but if the other party is abolished, then the matter is a big deal!

Especially the identity of Yuantong, but he is a disciple of the abbot's exclusive favor! Legendary talent!

If Yuanyi really abolished Yuantong, then not to mention how Yuanyi himself dealt with the anger of the abbot and uncle, even those of them who watched the excitement were afraid that they would inevitably be affected by the pond fish.

"Stop!"

Immediately, some senior brothers broke off and shouted.

It's just that it's too late at this time, this Moke finger is created by the Seven Fingers Toutuo who has been in Shaolin for more than 40 years, and it is also the only profound fingering method that can be refined without entering the Dharma Hall.

The fingering path is fierce and domineering.

Three into hell, accompanied by the Buddha's fearless intention to enter hell, once used, it is even more indomitable and unstoppable.

……

Seeing that Yuan Yi pointed straight to the big point in his heart, where the qi and blood gathered, he suddenly realized Yuan Yan's vicious thoughts.

"You're looking for death!"

Ding Ye, who had already restrained his previous relaxation, said with a sinister look in his eyes.

Immediately, he took a breath of true qi and barely worked out the "King Kong Incorruptible Divine Skill" at the bottom of the box.

It's just that in the face of Yuanyi's powerful finger, Ding Ye felt that this was not enough, and he shouted again in his heart.

"Yi Jin Jing! Move the tendons and change the holes! ”

Whew——

Poof-

The round fingers of anger were directly inserted into the flesh of Ding Ye's chest, and Ding Ye, who was shaken all over his body, opened his mouth and spewed out several mouthfuls of blood foam.

"That's not right!"

Although Ding Ye looked extremely miserable at this time, Yuan Yi still felt that something was wrong.

After a moment, his expression changed, "King Kong is not bad!" Yi Jin Jing! That old thing actually taught you these two divine skills? ”

Is this the kid Ding Ye regarded as Ding Ye's successor?

Familiar with the unspoken rules of Shaolin, the anger in his heart suddenly couldn't be suppressed.

"Why! You are a stinky boy, what merits do you have with Shaolin, and how can He De receive such great benefits? ”

The round man with a crazy look shouted violently, "I don't accept it!" ”

And in the slightest, Ding Ye, who narrowly avoided this killer blow, his eyes were also blood-red.

I said...... You're looking for death! ”

As he spoke, Ding Ye quickly used his qi luck to heal his injuries quickly, and his body suddenly exploded.

"Die!"

Ding Ye, who stood up with a long body, hooked his fingers, and obtained the genuine dragon claw hand from the empty view, combined with the characteristics of the copycat dragon claw hand before, and stubbornly buckled the bald scoop of round anger.

Feeling Ding Ye's almost undisguised killing intent, Yuan's heart tightened, and then he glared angrily.

"Golden bell jar!"

Buzz –

This original golden bell jar is indeed more than one section higher than Ding Ye's copycat version, and as soon as the true qi around his body was induced, Ding Ye felt a sudden shock in his hand, and he almost got out of his hand.

While his mind was surging, Ding Ye also used the true qi in his body to finger blades!

Under the confrontation between the two, a short-term stalemate was formed!

"You haven't practiced martial arts for a long time, and you want to compete with me?"

Yuan said with a hideous smile.

In his mind, even if Ding Ye's martial arts refining body was likely to progress rapidly because of the root bones and the relationship of innate divine power.

But this Qi training relies on the work of water mills, and over time, it accumulates more and more thicker, so that it can reach the realm of gods and understanding.

It's just that Ding Ye heard this, but he laughed.

"Summer Worm Doesn't Say Ice ......"

After speaking, his expression gradually became stronger and said, "Senior brother, senior brother, I see that you are now a demon, and you will inevitably be a disaster in the future and ruin my Shaolin reputation for thousands of years......."

With a big hat, he buttoned it up first, and Ding Ye said solemnly, "Senior brother had no choice but to kill his relatives in righteousness, and he overtook you first!" ”

……

Originally, I only planned to see a lively Zhongyuan brothers, even if there are people with ill intentions, they are at most happy to see high-level competitions, and they can get some small benefits.

But no one expected that Yuantong and Yuanyi were too fast, and if they didn't pay attention to this one, they would already overspeed and overturn.

At this time, everyone looked at the completely out of control scene in front of them, and their hearts were MMP, and their faces were even more anxious.

"Damn, something big is going to happen!"

But even though these disciples tried their best to stop it, the two people who had obviously hit the real fire were also powerless.

At this moment, a low and old but full of breath voice exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

"Stop!"

The aftermath is like a wave, echoing endlessly.

The disciples of the Yuanzi generation were defenseless, and all of them had ear and nose bleeding, and they suffered from the disaster of the pond fish.

And Ding Ye, who was shocked by this loud shout, couldn't hold it anymore in his hands.

Ding Ye opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood again, squinted at the person who came with narrow eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Lion's roar?"