"Prajna palm?"

Chen Mo and Chengguan continued to dismantle dozens of moves with their palms, as Chengguan occasionally pointed out, Chen Mo gradually understood the more quintessential things of this set of palms, a set of palms from the beginning of the tiger and tiger wind to the gradual convergence, but half a pillar of incense time, he actually began to look like a force.

Just when Chen Mo had thoroughly mastered this set of not much, but very domineering palm techniques, Cheng Guan listened to the outside step back and said:

"Well, yes, the little donor actually started so quickly, but now there is a commotion outside, it seems that we can't play today, and I will practice other martial arts with you when I have time."

Chen Mo hurriedly clenched his fists and said:

"Master Xie Chengguan instructed."

It turned out that in this round of dismantling, Chengguan pointed out the strength and mistakes of Chen Mo at a critical time, and Chen Mo's still excellent head was in an epiphany, and he actually mastered a palm technique that was extremely powerful in the eyes of others in a short period of time.

King Kong is like a palm, Chen Mo was also surprised in the explanation that popped up in the martial arts door at the moment of learning, this palm technique is enhanced with the improvement of strength and internal strength, but behind the C-level medium martial arts, there is a sentence, the way of martial arts is not skill leveling, when the skill is strong to a limit, even a military body fist can deal with extremely powerful moves.

Chengguan smiled, and he was originally a little confused and said:

"This is your own understanding, you can't learn Shaolin martial arts, I'm just pushing the boat down the river, there can be a martial arts genius like you in the world, and you will definitely shine one day."

Chen Mo still nodded gratefully to this martial idiot, this kind of person will have no distractions in his heart, if others know that he is secretly learning martial arts, even if he is respected by his status, he will not be as intentional as Chengguan.

However, at this time, the two of them did not say much and quickly walked out of the courtyard of the small temple, in a clearing in front of the first ancestral nunnery and on the surrounding mountains, at this time, there were red-clothed lamas everywhere, and in front of them, a black, thin and yellow-clothed lama and two fierce-eyed lamas stood in front of them, and behind them, more than five hundred lamas held various blades and stared at the small temple.

When Chen Mo walked out of the small courtyard, he saw an old monk he didn't know before with a few warrior monks blocking the road, and the old monk Heshi said:

"Amitabha, I don't know what happened to you monks to this first ancestral nunnery?"

The old monk's eyebrows were white, but this inquiry was like a lion's roar and thunder, and his voice shook the air around him within a radius of dozens of zhang, showing a majestic and solemn momentum.

The black and thin lama is the Changqi ** master who is looking for Galdan with Yang Yi, and the two behind him are also the masters of the lamas, Sangjie and Hubayin, no one knows that Galdan has already turned into sewage at this time, this Changqi is still carrying out Galdan's order to arrest people under Yang Yizhi's pick-up, his black and thin dry face looked at the old monk expressionlessly and said:

"The Shaolin lion's roar is really strong and majestic, and the old man Changqi admires it to the fullest, but Zen Master Hao Cong, I am only waiting for one person this time, please hand over the monk and everyone can end it peacefully, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Shaolin is the holy land of Buddhism and Zen Buddhism, in order to avoid hostility between the Yellow Sect and Zen Buddhism, I hope that Master Changqi will put down the butcher's knife and go down the mountain, there is no one you need here." Hui Cong Zen Master Heshi said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha don't speculate for more than half a sentence, since the Zen master refuses us to take that person away, then we will be offended, everyone rushed into the first ancestral nunnery, caught a thirty-seven or eighteen-year-old young monk with a beautiful appearance, and the rest were killed." Master Changqi laughed wildly and shouted loudly.

"Ho Ho"

With Changqi's order, the lamas all over the mountains rushed like a tide of strange screams, and the warrior monks in the temple jumped out of the wall one by one, and they were about to fight to the death with the lamas with the stick and the sword in their hands.

Changqi monk's robe rolled, a pair of thin palms suddenly enlarged a lot, the palm red with a dull energy towards Hui Cong, beside him Sang Jie and Hubayin also quickly rushed up, Chengguan is the hidden master of Shaolin, he quickly rushed up and blocked the two masters of this Tibetan land.

But more red-clothed lamas around continue to come to the first ancestral nunnery, the number of Shaolin monks around is not much, and they can only form a ring to protect the small temple, Chen Mochu learned a few martial arts that are quite profound, and he is worried that there is no opponent to test, he is also excited to see so many red-clothed lamas, but he did not rush directly but took out a bamboo tube from his arms, he quickly ignited the lead on the bamboo tube, and with a muffled sound on the canopy, a firework rushed to a height of dozens of zhang and turned into a streamer and fell.

As soon as the signal was released, Chen Mo rushed into the group of red-clothed lamas with a strange laugh, the cold iron dagger in his hand continued to flash out blood light, compared to these red-clothed lamas around him, Chen Mo can be regarded as a master, he suddenly became as fierce as a tiger descending from the mountain, compared with the warrior monks elsewhere, he shot at the enemy's vital point, but he fell under his knife in a dozen breaths of time.

Chen Mo's fierce killing made the surrounding lamas even more crazy, a ring knife from all directions continued to slash at him, with a strange and unpredictable divine action, Chen Mo continued to twist his body, but the cold iron dagger in his hand continued to attack according to the two sets of palm techniques of the cloud-shaking hand and the jade-breaking hand.

In the interweaving of clanging and popping, Chen Mo's body constantly refracted back and forth through the lama group, and after he struck, only a corpse poured blood on the grass in front of the First Ancestor Nunnery.

Chen Mo was in a hurry, and the musket teams that had been ambushed nearby came up from the rear one by one, and when they seized the favorable terrain, they only heard the sound of crackling and bursts of smoke rising, and many lamas' bodies trembled, and a ball of blood appeared on their bodies and fell to the ground screaming.

Changqi, who was fighting with Zen Master HC, was stunned when he heard the gunshot, but he was slapped in the chest by HC at the opportunity, and he looked back and saw that nearly two hundred muskets were being loaded with pills on the nearby mountain bag, and he shouted at Kiri Wala, and three or four hundred lamas turned around and rushed to the musket team on the mountain bag.

Chen Mo smiled coldly, the shooting method used by the musket team at this time was not a one-time salvo, because this kind of arquebus loading was extremely time-consuming, so he explained that Zhu could make the musket team divide into three groups to take turns to shoot, and lure the enemy to charge in a gradual retreat way, and then rush up again after eliminating a wave of enemies, so as to avoid the disadvantage of the musketeers in close combat.

The gunshots broke out in rounds, Chen Mo was still shuttling through the group of lamas like a dragon knife, Chang Qi, who was repelled by Hui Cong's palm, passed through the crowd, and a pair of red palms shot out when Chen Mo had just killed another red-clothed lama.