readx; Three months passed quickly, and during this period, Ye Jin practiced the Breaking Ring Sword Technique almost day and night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This Shaolin stunt requires extremely high talent, and with in-depth cultivation, Ye Jin felt a wave of anger rising in his heart.

The master is right, the sword qi of breaking the precepts is too heavy, if it weren't for his own Dharma attainments, I am afraid that at this moment, I am afraid that he will give birth to demons in his heart and fall into a state of madness.

After understanding the shortcomings of the Breaking Sword, Ye Jin paid more and more attention to Buddhism, so he spent more time chanting scriptures during the day and sweating and practicing the knife at night, which became his two fixed tasks that he had to complete every day.

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Swish!

Whew!

Three years later, in the pine and bamboo forest, a figure jumped in the forest like an ape, and a short knife slashed horizontally, cutting the fallen bamboo leaves in half.

"Third Style!"

The cold cheer suddenly sounded, and the figure stopped in front of a long green bamboo, and the short knife came down from top to bottom, gently rubbing the bamboo skin to the end.

The bamboo started from the very top, and suddenly cracked a crack, and then the crack spread downward, and in less than a second, a straight crack went deep into the ground.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the green bamboo made a creaking and swaying sound, facing left and right respectively, and fell to the ground weakly.

"Whew..."

The figure turned around, revealing a small resolute face in the sunlight.

Looking at the results he had achieved, Ye Jin wiped the fine sweat on his forehead and smiled comfortably, after three years, after practicing hard day and night, the Ring Breaking Sword finally practiced the third style.

There are a total of nine styles of the Ring Breaking Knife, one style is stronger than the other, as far as Ye Jin knows, Master Jueyuan has been practicing for decades, and he is still stuck in the eighth style, and he only took three years to practice the third style.

"It seems that I am really a martial arts wizard." Ye Jin couldn't help but swell slightly.

After being happy, Ye Jin looked in the direction of the temple, heard a bell ringing, squinted slightly, and his body and mind erupted with a strong desire to fight.

After stopping at the third type for a few months, and still unable to improve again, Ye Jin understood that he had reached a bottleneck.

The master once said that if you want to break through the bottleneck of the sword-breaking technique, the easiest way is to train with battle, and use the sense of urgency in the battle to stimulate your potential, so as to break through the bottleneck.

Moreover, since he cultivated the Ring Breaking Knife, Ye Jin wanted to fight with the strong more and more, this is an extremely fierce offensive sword technique, and only in continuous actual combat can he feed his infinite thirst for battle.

"It's time." Ye Jin muttered to himself and ran towards the mountain gate.

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"Do you want to enter the Dharma Academy? That's impossible. ”

In the main hall of the Dharma Academy, Jue Ming's eyes were full of contempt, and he swept the young man below and refused with a cold face.

On both sides, there was a row of stick monks, all of whom were warrior monks who had entered the Dharma Academy for further study, staring at the young man at the moment, and the corners of their mouths showed a disdainful smile.

What does this kid think of himself? The illegitimate son of the abbot? The Dharma Academy stipulates that only those who are at least 16 years old can participate in the general election, and they must defeat the best of their peers in order to be eligible for further study in the Dharma Academy.

Behind the main hall, there was a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old monks, all eyes focused on the young man at this moment, and snickered in a low voice:

"Yibao, this kid, wants to be on a par with us at the age of 14, it's too arrogant."

"I heard that he is good at Luohan boxing? Could this be the capital of his arrogance? ”

"In my opinion, he's an idiot who can't do anything about himself."

"No way, people are lucky, they worship a good master, if the little monk can also be carefully guided by Uncle Jueyuan, his achievements will not weaken his righteous treasure."

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"Shut up, above the main hall, how can you wait for the noise!" Jue Ming raised his face and drank sharply, and then waved his hand: "You are only fourteen this year, and you are not qualified to participate in the general election of the Damo Academy, so you should retire quickly." ”

The young man at the bottom is Ye Jin, today is the triennial Damo Academy election, he thought about it again and again, and decided to come over to participate.

"Uncle Master, the disciple heard that as long as you break through the Eighteen Arhat Stick Formation, no matter how old you are, you can be qualified to participate in the general election, right?" Ye Jin didn't move, and asked lightly.

The words fell, and everyone in the hall looked at Ye Jin with idiot eyes.

The eighteen Arhat stick array is composed of elite old monks who have been immersed in the stick method in the temple for many years, and the Arhat stick array that these eighteen old monks have joined hands to display is more powerful than the average Damo Academy master!

This kid is ashamed to say that he wants to break into the stick formation!

"You want to challenge the Eighteen Stick Monks?" Jueming was slightly stunned, and when he saw the young man nodding without hesitation, a touch of disdain appeared in his heart, and there was impatience between his eyebrows: "Today is the general election of the Dharma Academy, you wait for the juniors to quickly retreat, and if you dare to mess around, don't blame this seat for enforcing the precepts." ”

"Uncle Master, challenging the eighteen stick monks is a rule set by the abbot, so that the talented can go to the Dharma Academy for further study as soon as possible, so as to save the time wasted in the Luohan Hall, why did it become nonsense when it came to the disciple? The disciple was not convinced. ”

Unexpectedly, the young man was still standing still, his face was neither humble nor arrogant, and when the monks saw him confronting the hot-tempered master, they gasped and said secretly: This kid is crazy, dare to let the master not come to the stage, and he is tired and crooked.

"Left and right, set up!"

Jue Ming smiled angrily, glanced at the stick monks on both sides, and seemed to be smiling: "Yibao, since you don't know what to do, this seat will give you a chance, so that you can know that the eighteen stick monks Feier and other hairy children can challenge." But there is one thing you need to know, the sticks in the hands of the eighteen stick monks have no eyes, so you can be careful yourself. ”

"Thank you for the reminder." Ye Jinfeng smiled lightly, tiptoed a little, and fell into the middle of the stick formation.

"Senior brothers, the little monk asks for advice." Ye Jin clasped his hands together, but saw that the eighteen stick monks were expressionless, and after three seconds of silence, one of the stick monks picked his wrist, and a strong wind swept in!

Ye Jin's eyes changed, he made a mistake sideways, dodged the stick, and immediately punched forward, and the soles of his feet were broken, and he came to the stick monk in a virtual way.

Once they get close, the combat effectiveness of these stick monks is greatly reduced, and their sticks are too long to be used, so they can only defend passively.

Twin peaks!

Arhat carries a sword!

Tiger out of the hole!

Canglong covers himself!

In the past four years, Ye Jin has already practiced Luohan boxing to the realm of transformation, and every move and style has been studied very thoroughly.

"This kid does have some means..."

"What's more, if you look at his Arhat boxing, in terms of attainment, I'm afraid it is comparable to the older generation of uncles and uncles in the temple!"

"Who would have thought that Luohan Changquan was so powerful when he practiced to the peak? Ay... I knew that today, I should have practiced seriously..."

The monks sighed, most of the people here when they first entered the Luohan Hall, they thought that the Luohan Changquan was only the most basic boxing method, and a little practice was good, and there was no need to waste too much energy to study, anyway, there would be better martial arts to practice in the future.

But at this time, seeing Ye Jin suppressing the stick monk, they all regretted it.

"What are you doing? Array! Jue Ming got up angrily.

The eighteen stick monks didn't look up to Ye Jin, and felt that a young junior didn't need to be serious at all, but he didn't expect to be caught off guard by the young and profound Arhat Chang Punch, so that the scene was ugly.

After Jueming was furious, the eighteen stick monks swept away their contempt, their faces became solemn, they glanced at each other, gathered in one place, and jointly displayed the Arhat stick array.

The advantage of the eighteen Arhat stick formation is that the eighteen people have one heart, and the eighteen stick monks have been training together for many years, and the tacit understanding is not a problem, but now that they are serious, Ye Jin's eyes froze, and he suddenly pulled out the short knife inserted in his waist.

"Huh?" Jue Ming noticed the young man's actions, looked at the short knife in his hand, and had a bad thought in his heart, but then shook his head: "How can a hairy boy with a milky smell and dry smell break the knife..."

"The light of the Buddha is emerging! Ten thousand sticks to subdue demons! ”

The eighteen stick monks were divided into two teams, surrounding Ye Jin's left and right sides, and the long stick in his hand was bent hard, and he immediately let go and shot out!

Eighteen long sticks seemed to come to life, turning into eighteen long snakes that twisted and twisted, and smashed them with a roaring sound of breaking through the air!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ye Jin rolled in the air, dodged the first wave of sticks, looked down, and the long stick hit the ground, and actually smashed the hard stone bricks into the slightest crack, which was so powerful that it could be seen.

"The eighteen stick arrays are endless, and a wave of unsettled waves has risen again and again, and Yibao is unlucky."

The monks watched the show as if they were staring at the field, without blinking, and the next moment, they saw the long stick smashed on the ground, and then bounced back into the hands of the stick monk opposite.

If this strong and fierce long stick hits the body, it must be miserable, and the monks seem to have seen Ye Jin's broken flesh and bones in advance.

Ye Jin jumped in mid-air, there was no way to avoid it, but he didn't want to hide anymore, with a cold sound, his arm slashed horizontally, and the short knife cut a semicircle, setting off a sharp knife ray.

Click!

The knife resisted a flying wooden stick, cut it like tofu, and easily split it in half!

Ye Jin landed on the ground and clicked his feet again, and with another volley, his body rotated, and the sword light scattered, splitting several flying long sticks.

"Ring-breaking knife!" The first time he witnessed the young man's move, Jue Ming's eyes were split, Jue Yuan really passed on the housekeeping skills to that kid, he suddenly felt bad, this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to stop Yibao from entering the Dharma Academy.

The eighteen stick monks were scattered by the sudden change, and one by one they lost their previous calmness and turned into panic.

Stick Monk Stick Monk, once you lose the long stick, your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

The people who didn't have a stick hid behind the stick, and they didn't dare to come forward to attack, after all, the sword had no eyes, and after seeing Ye Jin's profound knife skills, they didn't want to add a knife wound to their bodies.

"If you don't attack, you will change me!" Ye Jin was furious, and since he cultivated the Ring Breaking Knife, he had never been as cool as he was today.

With the swing of the sword, he was completely immersed in the fun of battle, but he was beautiful, but he suffered a lot of stick monks.

Soon the long stick was chopped clean by the short knife, and the hands of the eighteen people were empty, but they refused to admit defeat by holding their own identities, and asked a junior to break the stick formation and say that he would lose his life.

can only grit his teeth and work hard to support, in this way, the rise of Ye Jinzhan, his brain went crazy, and he slashed at the neck of the nearest stick monk!