Wu Shijiu was shocked in his heart, the other party was a few feet away, and with a flick of his fingers, the true qi could shoot out, and listening to the sound of breaking the wind, it was really sharp. At the moment, he didn't dare to be careless, and his right palm carried the fire spirit technique, and a flame shot straight out from the palm of his palm, colliding with the air flow in mid-air, and there was a muffled sound of "boom", and the two forces disappeared invisibly. The old monk's body did not move, but Wu Shijiu took five or six steps back, only to feel the blood in his chest surging.

Even so, the old monk's face changed: "Have you taken the Bifang fire sac?"

Wu Shijiu's chest and abdomen churned, and he calmed down for a while before he said, "Master, don't be busy first, you listen to our explanation......"

At this moment, a gray-robed monk came and whispered a few words to the abbot of Lingqiu. Lingqiu said: "Amitabha, fortunately, Master Yizhen is still there, so please ask the two of you to go to the backyard to confront each other, who is right and who is wrong, you will know when you ask." ”

The fat man said: "Master Yizhen was injured by the Heavenly Miasma Gate Snake, it was my junior brother who grabbed the antidote for him just now, and he is still healing his injuries at this time, I'm afraid ...... I'm afraid I can't ...... it yet."

The abbot of Lingqiu said: "What the hell is going on, the old man thinks that Master Zhen has his own words. If the two donors don't want to go, they can't say anything, so the old man will use some means to invite you to go. As he spoke, the pale yellow robe suddenly puffed up with the wind, and as soon as his palms were closed, the air waves were rolling, and the sand and dust around him suddenly rose.

The fat man lost his voice and said: "It's not good, it's the ...... of King Kong's palm"

Before the words fell, a force overwhelmed the sea.

Wu Shijiu competed with the long-eyebrow old monk just now, and felt that he was far inferior, and the other party's internal strength was pure and broad, far beyond his imagination. Although the strong vajra palm of the abbot of Lingqiu is not as sharp as the one-finger Zen exercise, it is calm and heavy, like a storm crashing on the shore, one after another.

Wu Shijiu didn't dare to be careless, put down the wooden box, carried the last form of the innate twelve styles, mobilized the true qi of the whole body to condense in his palms, and slapped it violently. Unbeknownst to him, the flames of the flame palm erupted, and it was blown crooked by the opponent's palm wind, and his own palm power only rushed forward a few feet, and was blocked, and then pressed back together with the opponent's palm power. It is equivalent to Wu Shijiu's own strength and the opponent's strength hitting his body together, this is going to be filmed, how can there be life.

At the last moment, Wu Shijiu's eyes closed, and he said in his heart: That's it, let it be fate. I was about to take this palm hard, and suddenly, a soft force on my back was injected into my body, and this true qi was rushing and harmonizing, relaxed to a certain extent, and quickly merged with my true qi, facing the palm power of the abbot of Lingqiu, the three forces touched together, and there was a "bang".

The abbot of Lingqiu shook his figure, took half a step back, and was about to stand firm with a stake, when he suddenly found that the other party's strength seemed to be unfinished, and another wave hit, "hey", and then withdrew half a step, and then stood still.

Wu Shijiu looked back and saw an old man in a green shirt standing behind him, with a thin figure, a jade belt around his waist, a flat head on his head, a tulle covering his face, two gray-white sword eyebrows flying obliquely into his temples, his hands behind his back, and his two eyes were burning, looking at himself.

"Are you...... Did you help me just now?" Wu Shijiu recalled that someone had indeed passed on his internal force, and it seemed to be somewhat similar to his own internal force. But when this man appeared behind him, he didn't know at all.

The old man said, "Under Mr. Baiyun, there is a disciple with such qualifications as you. A good innate twelve styles, you use them like this, it's a fool. ”

Wu Shijiu was about to speak, but he heard the abbot of Lingqiu say: "Amitabha, I don't know where the master will make a move, and if he can give his name." ”

The old man rolled his eyes and said: "It's not enough to worry about the cheap name, and I don't have to insult the Shaolin abbot Huiting." It's just that the abbot is old, but he oppresses the small with the big, I don't know what the reason is. ”

The abbot of Lingqiu said: "Guanyin Longxiang Temple was killed this time, many monks died, and the cruelty of the perpetrators was outrageous. There were only Master Zhen and these two donors left in this courtyard, and the clues naturally fell on them. Lao Qu is brave, this is to invite the two donors to go to the backyard to confront Master Zhen, Shaolin Temple is also a disciple of Buddhism, since the same tragedy, you can't ignore it, but also hope that the donor will be clear. ”

The old man sneered: "The abbot said so eloquently, I only want to ask you, which of you saw the monks here killed by the two of you?"

"This ...... When Lao Qu and the two junior disciples rushed to the pagoda forest, the two were about to leave, and the body of Master Wan Si was beside him, and there were blood stains on his chest. This young man has superb skills and wonderful moves, is it their doing? Although it is not seen by Lao Wei and the others, they have to doubt!"

The old man shook his head and said, "Since I didn't see it with my own eyes, I can't say that they did it. What kind of identity is the abbot, to a young young man is a strong vajra palm, if he really hurts a good person by mistake, who should this sin be counted on?"

As soon as he said this, the abbot of Lingqiu, Lingwu, Lingxue and others were all stunned, and they all felt that what the other party said was not unreasonable, and they were speechless for a while, and they didn't know how to justify.

The old man no longer paid attention to the abbot of Lingqiu, and said to Wu Shijiu: "The abbot of Shaolin said that your moves are wonderful, where is the wonder? ”

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed Wu Shijiu's face, which was the first move that Wu Shijiu encountered in the cave. He had already practiced these moves, and he knew that as long as he dodged, the opponent's second style would turn into a peck, hitting the wind point behind his ear. At the moment, without thinking, he flashed sideways, calculated the direction of the opponent's second attack, and was about to stretch out his hand to block, but the old man in front of him suddenly turned around, turned behind him from an incredible position, and raised his hand is a palm, which was slapped on the back of his head, and with a "snap", it hit him with Venus in his eyes.

"It seems that this foolish person has learned a few kung fu of a three-legged cat, and what spiritual door he has to close to save the people in the world, it is really ridiculous in the world, and he doesn't have to make people laugh and lose their teeth. ”

Wu Shijiu saw it clearly, that person's moves were clearly innate twelve styles, but he seemed to be much more clever than himself, I don't know how he turned around and got behind him, he originally had a little more admiration, but hearing him so sarcastic about himself, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Okay, I'll see how clever you are. As he spoke, Wu Shijiu kicked horizontally with his right foot and went straight to the door of the person's face, which was the move in the stone gate, and this series of kicks helped him defeat many opponents, and he had a greater grasp of this move in his heart. How do you know that the other party does not dodge or dodge, the forearm is raised, and the thumb and index finger are locked in a throat-like arc, which is buckled on the back of his calf, and suddenly one leg is sore, numb and swollen, "ouch" fell to the ground, and half of his body was numb in an instant.

"Stupid! You are obsessed with tricks in your heart, and you only know how to follow the routine at a glance. The innate twelve styles are wonderful in the world, ordinary people have never seen it, and they can bluff people with one or two moves. If you meet a master, look at you a few times, and you will know your moves, and when the opponent has a way to deal with them, your tricks will not be new. For example, this trick is the first ...... of the candle machine"

The old man said, holding the circle with his left hand, and suddenly grabbed it in the air with his right hand: "If the other party wants to dodge, you will cook it first." ”

This move has not yet made it old, and suddenly turns his palm into a blade and strikes forward. It's only halfway through the process, and then it's a trick, and then you can raise your leg and kick it: "So you can get it first."

Wu Shijiu saw the direction of his move, which was the third kick in a series of three kicks. Only halfway through the kick, the old man's left hand suddenly sank his elbow, his forearm raised his thumb and index finger in a throat-locking shape, and he said: "This trick can be both virtual and real." Then the right hand changed from grasping to pecking and hitting directly, and returned to the first move, "Hole Candle Machine First".

These few rounds were as good as they wanted, and they were completed in one go, and there was no mud and water between the moves. In the blink of an eye, he fused more than a dozen variations of the four moves together, combining them as he pleased, and each move was delivered from an unexpected direction.

Wu Shijiu was only dazzled and dumbfounded. Compared with his own innate twelve forms, it is simply a preschool level.

The old man made a move, and continued: "There are also Jun Tianguangle, the first sound and then the truth, Mr. Wuyou, Tiansu Majiao, dare to be the first, the unknown foresight, open the sky to see the sun, and the sea first." ”

The tricks behind are also arbitrary combinations, erratic, and difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality.

"The innate twelve styles, each of which has its own system, can be attacked and defended, and it seems that each of them is fighting, but it is not necessarily. Speaking of only 12 styles, but from one to twelve, if you combine two by two, you can give birth to thousands of changes, what if you combine three or two? 33 combination? 34 combination? If you put down the routine in your heart and sway at will, how will the other party know what you are going to do next? Every move he sees is a brand new combination, even if you really meet a peerless master, tens of thousands of moves are dismantled, you are not tired to death, he is also tired to death. ”

These words were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which shook Wu Shijiu's heart thumping wildly, as if a flash of spiritual light had spied into a new world.

The old man continued: "The martial arts in the world are nothing more than imitating the teacher. How the master teaches, how the apprentice practices, obviously a person practices martial arts, but he becomes a martial arts practitioner. If ten people are the same, they still practice a fart, and it will be in vain to waste time. There are only ten people and ten kinds to show the true meaning. After a pause, he said: "Some people claim to have been in retreat for a few years, and they have learned the truth of martial arts. If you are going to battle on the battlefield tomorrow and you can't go out of retreat, then what's the use of practicing these things? Martial arts training is for the sake of being useful, from killing the enemy on the battlefield to defending the homeland and defending the country, and as small as strengthening the body and prolonging life. But what is the ultimate goal?"

Seeing that Wu Shijiu shook his head, the old man said: "The reason is very simple, but everyone doesn't want to think so." How to write the word martial arts? Stop fighting for martial arts! Learning and learning is only for the sake of being brave and ruthless, and to make a name for yourself, not the original intention, and only by ending the struggle can the realm be revealed. If you have a competitive heart in your heart, you will inevitably be anxious, uncertain, and idle, you will always show flaws, lose the original intention of martial arts, and there will always be a moment of failure. ”

Saying that, he sighed and muttered, "It's a pity that Fang is down today, I'm afraid that only his old man can truly understand the meaning of martial arts." ”

Everyone present, including the monks of Shaolin Temple and other monks, nodded again and again, and the abbot of Lingqiu said: "Amitabha, good, good." Listening to what the donor said today, I suddenly benefited a lot. The old man and the junior brother had the heart of victory and defeat before, and they were ashamed. ”

At this time, a gray-robed monk trotted all the way from the backyard and saluted Lingqiu: "Abbot, Master Yizhen has finished his luck and healing poison, and he is about to come here to see the abbot." ”