The next day, a piece of news spread in the Shaolin Temple.

Recently, there is no one Mu Yi under the sword who has become famous, and he has become a monk in the Shaolin room, and his law name is mysterious.

The abbot of Xuanci accepted apprentices on behalf of his uncle, and directly made no one under the sword become a high-level Shaolin official.

Then, the news spread to the Central Plains Martial Arts.

"Shaolin is really the leader of martial arts, and even a famous master like no one under the sword has chosen to join!"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot? Even a bloody butcher like no one under the sword can become a high-level Shaolin official, it seems that Shaolin is really a place to hide dirt and dirt. ”

"No one under the sword? In the past, he was uncertain and could not compete with him, but now that this person has joined Shaolin, it will be easy to do, go to Shaolin! ”

"No one under the sword? It's a big breath, I just don't know how his swordsmanship compares to our son. "It's the sound of the storm.

"No, no, no, no one under the sword is just Shaolin to build momentum for him, which famous masters has he fought against? It's just a name! ”

"Destroy my wealth, no one deserves death under the sword!"

In the rivers and lakes, there are many discussions, some say good, and some slander.

The reason why it can cause such a big response is because Shaolin's reputation is too great, and at the same time, Mu Yi killed too many people from the south to the north, and also touched the interests of many people.

Do you really think that mountain bandits and robbers have no background?! It's too simple.

At this time, Duan Yu also heard the news, and his first reaction was to go to Shaolin to find Mu Yi.

But after thinking about it, wouldn't you have to leave Miss Wang when you went to find Mu Yi?

No, Miss Wang walks the rivers and lakes alone, it's dangerous, I want to protect her.

"The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, Brother Mu, you and I will meet again if we are fated."

Duan Yu said silently in his heart, and then turned his head back into licking dogs.

Xiao Feng also heard the news, and he heard that his righteous brother said Mu Yi, but at this time, his situation was not very good.

Although there is no divine assistance from Xiao Yuanshan, Song and Liao have been at war for decades, and which family has not had relatives and friends killed by the Liao soldiers?

Therefore, after Xiao Feng's identity as a Liao person spread, the Song people still rejected him, and in the Central Plains martial arts, there were countless people with good names, who plotted to subdue the dragon and eighteen palms, and wanted to kill him!

And in order to track down the eldest brother who took the lead in the first battle of Yanmen Pass, Zhao Qiansun committed suicide, and Tan Gong and Tan Po and his wife also committed suicide.

The deaths of these people are all counted on Xiao Feng's head.

Xiao Feng can be said to be infamous all over the world, if it weren't for the fact that there was a Zhu by his side to accompany him, Xiao Feng would probably have collapsed!

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In Shaolin Temple, there are naturally some people who are not satisfied with Mu Yi, so Mu Yi has not been idle in the past few days.

According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, when encountering disputes, they are all resolved through competition.

Therefore, since he became a monk, Mu Yi has basically fought in the Shaolin martial arts training ground during the day.

At this time, Mu Yi had just defeated a monk, and in the crowd, a middle-aged monk with a tall figure and thick calluses on his palms came out.

"Uncle Xuanji, please advise!"

The middle-aged monk's voice was like a bell, and he folded his hands and introduced himself: "Poor monk Huifa, majoring in strong vajra palm, uncle, be careful!" ”

"Come!"

Mu Yi held the sword in his right hand and beckoned to Huifa.

In the audience, an ordinary-looking, even ugly monk muttered: "Master Hui is the highest martial artist among the uncles of the Hui generation, and Uncle Xuanji is too young to beat Master Hui." ”

"Xuzhu, your martial arts are low, your vision is shallow, although Huifa has already cultivated the powerful Vajra palm to the fullest, but the swordsmanship of the Xuanji uncle is terrifying, we can stand dozens of meters away, we can feel the terrifying killing intent and fierceness, only this hand swordsmanship, I am afraid that even the uncle and uncle of the Xuanzi generation will be difficult to win, and the Huifa will be defeated."

Xuzhu's master, Hui Lun, explained.

"Is that so? Uncle Xuanji has such martial arts at a young age, and I don't know when I will have this skill. Xuzhu said leisurely.

If Mu Yi can hear this, he will definitely say, it won't be too long, today next year, you will probably be able to defeat me.

As he spoke, the sound of wind and thunder on the stage suddenly started, and I saw Huifa's palms glowing with pale gold, and a pair of iron palms danced, stirring the air current, and the air burst into bursts!

Moreover, his body is very fast, and his palm speed is also very fast, and under the pressure of the strong internal force, he blows the Mu Yi monk's robe and hunts.

As one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, the martial arts moves are actually very simple, but the horror of this set of palms lies in the strength.

Practice to a high depth, open the stele and break the stone, let alone the human body?

"Good hand!"

Mu Yi's eyes were bright, and the true qi and blood in his body suddenly swelled, he didn't use his body to dodge, he raised his left palm, and directly greeted Huifa's palms!

What is the biggest role of martial arts? It is not to compete for rankings, but to find out their own shortcomings and improve them through actual combat.

Therefore, in the past two days, in the face of every challenger, Mu Yi did not use the life and death sword technique from the beginning.

"It's good to come!"

Huifa knew Mu Yi's habits, and he could guess Mu Yi's purpose for doing this, but this was also his opportunity, Mu Yi was good at body and swordsmanship.

His strength lies in his palming, and now he uses his own strengths and attacks his weaknesses, as long as he establishes an advantage at the beginning, he can take advantage of the victory to pursue and defeat Mu Yi in one fell swoop before he can use his swordsmanship!

"Bang!"

The palms were intertwined, making a muffled sound like a drum, and surging waves of qi poured out from between the palms and swept in all directions!

Wow!

Mu Yi and Hui Fa took a few steps back at the same time, and when the terrifying power was transmitted to their feet, they even trampled the stone slabs on the ground to pieces!

"Good divine power!"

Huifa's face was flushed, and his palms were trembling, but his eyes were bright, and there was a sense of excitement about meeting an opponent in chess!

"Good hand!"

Mu Yi shook his palm, and his blood was boiling, after the opening wheel was successful, he fought with all his strength, and the strength of each palm exceeded three thousand catties, even the tiger couldn't withstand his few punches, but Huifa could catch his palm.

It's a good sparring object.

"Come!"

Mu Yi put the sword into the scabbard on his back, his figure flashed, and he attacked Huifa again!

This time, Mu Yi used the beginner's Luohan boxing, which all Shaolin disciples will practice, but this boxing method is also one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts.

It's just that there are very few people who can practice to the fullest, so it has become the most common boxing method in Shaolin.

will meet Liangcai, Huifa doesn't have that strong competitive spirit, he just wants to fight with Mu Yi happily.

The palm shadows were layered on top of each other, and each palm did its best, and in an instant, Mu Yi, who had not practiced Luohan Fist to the fullest, was put to the downside.

But Mu Yi's Ling Bo micro-step is very weird, he can avoid most of the palm prints, and if he can't dodge it, he just chooses to touch it directly!

The fist-to-flesh battle is bloody and passionate, and countless monks in the audience are enthusiastic to watch!

"Luohan Fist?! Uncle Xuanji is going to lose! Xu Zhu said excitedly, he didn't want Mu Yi to lose, but with his martial arts cultivation, he could only see who was at a disadvantage.

"Lose? Where is this? Hui Lun took the opportunity to teach: "Although your Xuanji Master Uncle is at a disadvantage, his body technique is very mysterious, and his best sword technique has not yet been used, how can he lose so quickly?" ”

"Uncle Xuanji, this is using Senior Brother Huifa as a sparring partner!"

"He knows where his weaknesses are, and he also knows that this is a communication with the same sect, not a battle of life and death, so he doesn't use a sword, he just wants to use the pressure of your Master Hui to make up for his weaknesses as soon as possible."

Hui Lun looked at the young Xuzhu, and said earnestly: "Xuzhu, you have to learn more from your Xuanji Uncle Ancestor at this point, everyone has weaknesses, but the reason why the strong can become strong is because they are good at learning and making up for their weaknesses, so as to become the top master, and your Xuanji Master Uncle Ancestor can achieve such achievements at a young age, not without reason." ”

"Yes, Master, I wrote it down." Xuzhu nodded as if he didn't understand, and then focused on watching the competition again.

In fact, there are many people like Huilun who take the opportunity to teach apprentices, and the audience doesn't know how many.

"Bang!"

There was another explosion, and Huifa flew upside down. The green tendons on his right palm are protruding, his face is red, and the white gas above his head is steaming, obviously the load is not small.

"Master Hui's nephew, thank you!"

Mu Yi gasped slightly, rubbed his slightly swollen fist, and folded his hands together to thank Huifa.

"Uncle Shi, you are really a martial arts wizard!" Huifa exhaled lightly and sighed: "It's only been two days, you have already practiced Luohan boxing to the realm of Xiaocheng, and your nephew is not as good as you." ”

"However, my nephew still wants to learn my uncle's swordsmanship, uncle, please take out the sword!"

"Okay." Mu Yi drew his sword in his hand, looked at Huifa, and invited: "After this battle, you and I practice fist and foot kung fu every day, okay?" ”

"I can't ask for it!" Huifa's eyes flashed, he stepped forward and said heroically: "Please Uncle Shi out of the sword!" ”

"You're careful!"

Mu Yi's figure flashed, and at the same time, the long sword swung up!

Phew!

The sound of a sword like a knife splitting cloth sounded!

A gray sword light like a dragon carp crossed the water, shining brightly and exquisitely.

However, what appeared with this wonderful sword light was the cold killing intent and death intent that enveloped most of the training and dance venues!

In an instant, all the monks who were close to them felt cold all over their bodies, like a sharp sword to their throats, and goosebumps all over their bodies rose!

"What a heavy killing intent!"

Abbot Xuanci's face was extremely solemn, he had lived for decades, he had never seen such a terrifying, such an amazing swordsmanship!

"There is no one under the sword, and the name is well deserved!"

The first seat of the Dharma Academy was also amazed, Shaolin has seventy-two stunts, and there are also swordsmanship, but it is not comparable to Mu Yi's life and death swordsmanship.

"His swordsmanship has not reached the end of the world."

Silently, the sweeping monk appeared beside the high-level Shaolin and commented: "His swordsmanship, killing intent and death intent should only be the first level of realm, and the next level is life!" ”

"Above life, it is the fusion of life and death, just like Taoist Taiji, the rotation of life and death, life and death, life and death, is the true meaning of his swordsmanship."

"Such a terrifying swordsmanship, it turned out to be the first layer?!"

The first seat of the Dharma Academy was frightened by the speculation of the sweeping monks, only the first layer is so terrifying, if the practice is perfect, who can match?!

Xuan Ci thought more, and he asked: "Senior Uncle, if Senior Brother Xuanji can transcribe this sword technique and hide it in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, then my Shaolin strength will definitely be able to reach a higher level." ”

Hearing this, all the Shaolin high-level officials had their eyes lit up, and they looked at the sweeping monks eagerly.

In Shaolin, Mu Yi has the most respect for the sweeping monk, if someone can persuade Mu Yi to hand over the swordsmanship, then this person must be a sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk looked at the group of great monks, and sighed in a faint voice: "Isn't the seventy-two stunts enough?" Anyway, I'll talk to him. ”

Just as a few people were talking, Mu Yi had already put his sword on Huifa's neck, completely ending this competition.

"Uncle Shi, I lost." Huifa was stunned for a moment, and then bowed to Mu Yi.

"I conceded." Mu Yi put away his sword, patted Huifa's shoulder, and said, "Tomorrow we will go to the back mountain to practice martial arts." ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi." Huifa agreed and stepped back.

Mu Yi also walked towards the high-level Shaolin people......