"Look at the punch!"

Lin Jiuzong attacked quickly, and a pair of Tiangang fist seals were like gold and iron, extremely fierce.

Under the unity of his strength, his fist mark struck the dragon claw hand of four thousand catties of huge strength without falling behind at all.

At this moment, the battle between the two has reached an extremely fierce level.

The extremely fierce fist marks began to break through the dragon's claws, imprinted on the warrior monk's chest, and made one dented fist mark after another.

And in the same way, the opponent's dragon claws also began to leave deep claw marks on Lin Jiuzong's body, causing his blood to flow like a torrent.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the two exchanged fists and claws again.

The fierce fist mark and the subsequent dragon claw collided for no less than 300 rounds, and there were victories and defeats, but they could not be decided.

It seems that both of them are now waiting for the other to fall first.

Not far away, the three Wudang first-class quietly watched Lin Jiuzong's battle.

In their eyes, Lin Jiuzong's battle with the warrior monk was simply full of flaws.

Any one of them can take down any of them within ten moves, even if they lower their strength to the same level.

However, after all, they have also walked from weakness to i, and they know that Lin Jiuzong at this age can do this to this extent, which is already amazing enough.

"The Nine Sects have too little combat experience, and they are also blindly practicing in the mountains, and they never fight with others. ”

"This is also something that can't be helped, after all, he is the disciple of the senior brother in charge, who dares to provoke it. ”

"However, the talent and qualifications of the Nine Sects are indeed good in the world, and he seems to have begun to adapt to the rhythm of the battle, you see, another punch hit the chest, but unfortunately, the blow is crooked, if it is the center of the mouth, it is ......"

The three first-class said goodbye, continued to watch Lin Jiuzong's battle, and began to comment at the same time.

They are all elders of the Heavenly Pillar Peak, and they are naturally the cronies of the head of the sect, and they are very fond of Lin Jiuzong, the heir of the head of the sect.

The comment at this moment, after the battle, is to talk to Lin Jiuzong, the head of the sect sent them not only to protect, but also to guide Lin Jiuzong.

And beside the three first-class people, Wang Panruo was also there.

He looked at Lin Jiuzong on the stage, and a trace of envy and fiery flashed in his eyes from time to time.

At this moment, he really wanted to be the same as Lin Jiuzong, the same person on the stage, and fight him for three hundred rounds!

At the same time, his eyes were also looking at the few people who were healing in the corner of the martial arts arena.

"Brother, I hurt you, but I really don't want to be a monk!"

Wang Panruo muttered like this in his heart, and the emotions in his eyes became more and more complicated.

......

Soon, another half hour passed, and the battle in the field finally began to come to an end.

I saw that Lin Jiuzong was lying on the ground covered in blood, panting heavily.

There were too many wounds on his body, and there was too much bleeding, making it difficult for all his strength to be united.

But in the same way, I don't know if it's the particularity of Tiangang's body.

He actually felt an itching sensation gushing from his wound, and the sharp pain began to decrease as the itching sensation decreased, and the wound was rapidly scarring.

The wounds that appeared at the beginning were now completely scarred, and if it weren't for the fierce battles and new wounds appearing all the time, I'm afraid that Lin Jiuzong wouldn't bleed too much at all.

On the other side, the warrior monk was also lying on the ground, his breathing had begun to be unsmooth, and the whole person's consciousness was in a vague state.

He's badly wounded!

The body has been hit many times by fist marks, the muscles have been smashed open, and the muscles and bones have been broken in many places, and the dented fist marks on the body are the best proof.

"Lin Jiuzong, Tiangang Demon Fist, sure enough...... Awesome!"

As soon as the warrior monk spoke, blood spilled directly from his mouth, and then he spit out the blood in his mouth, and continued:

"I lost, it's a shame, I'm thirty years old, and my mother actually lost to a child, but, Lao Tzu ...... Ahem, the poor monk is satisfied!"

When Lin Jiuzong heard this, he immediately felt that the world was impermanent, and even the master of profound Buddhism began to scold his mother for being called Lao Tzu.

In fact, the warrior monk is very powerful, and the dragon claw hand was practiced by him to a small success, and the claw skill is so strong that he can tear the tiger and leopard alive, and open the stele and crack the stone.

The general second-rate Jianghu is definitely not an opponent, but when he met Lin Jiuzong, he had a fierce battle, and finally had no choice but to rout.

After the warrior monk finished saying what he wanted to say, his will was relaxed, and the whole person suddenly fainted.

Lin Jiuzong got up, looked at the monks who were silent around him, and he spoke:

"Masters, that's all for today!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Panruo, who was not far away, ran over and carried Lin Jiuzong down.

Then, the warrior monks on the stage were also carried away by the Shaolin Temple people to heal their injuries.

night

Lin Jiuzong and others lived in Shaolin Temple.

Now Lin Jiuzong needs to let his body recover before he can go on the road.

Moreover, his first stop in Shaolin was actually purposeful, so he wanted to get his purpose first, and then challenge the young masters of the world with peace of mind.

Lying on the bed, Lin Jiuzong was dressed in gauze, and he looked very injured.

In fact, his injuries are almost healed.

At this moment, Lin Jiuzong was a little hesitant, he was thinking about whether to explore the collection of books at night.

Because his Shaolin purpose is not only to compete, but also to help Li Yang fight the front station, he is a ghost.

It is spread on the rivers and lakes, and among the martial arts in the world, Shaolin is the most profound and numerous.

So Lin Jiuzong was wondering if there were martial arts classics for cultivating blood marrow in Shaolin Temple.

He and Li Yang wanted to cultivate the complete five marrows, and a copy of the Tiangang Demon Fist was naturally not good.

And he also asked Qingwei Zhenren that Wudang did not cultivate the martial arts of blood marrow, and even the Taijiquan Sutra was only the same as the Tiangang Demon Fist.

"There are too many masters in Shaolin Temple, so let's be careful!"

In the end, Lin Jiuzong gave up the idea of exploring the library at night.

There are too many masters in Shaolin Temple, and if they are discovered, even if they can escape in time, they will probably be suspected.

Sooner or later, when they went up the mountain, there were thieves, if they were not suspected, it would be an insult to the IQ of the Shaolin monks.

After giving up the unrealistic idea, Lin Jiuzong remembered the message Li Yang had written to him that night.

"The five marrows are the complete cultivation method, and the lack of any one of them will have unpredictable and serious consequences, is it true or false?!"

"The master and the Shaolin abbot are both masters of the marrow realm, and I haven't seen how they are......"

"Moreover, is Xiao Hei a sperm?"

"How do you know everything??"

The more Lin Jiuzong thought about it, the farther and farther he went, and some messy things began to emerge in his thoughts.

There are memories of him playing with mud more than a year ago, the thrilling memories of the first time he killed the wolf, the memories of the first time he was taken by Yaya to see her sister, the memories of killing the Tiger King, the memories of the first time he shocked Xiao Hei's head, and the memories of joy in his heart when he was successful in basic boxing......

Thinking of the end, Lin Jiuzong subconsciously fell asleep.

A good night's sleep

The next day, Lin Jiuzong continued to challenge on stage, and finally left Shaolin with satisfaction after hardening a few good players in the middle of the bone realm.

Through careful observation, he found that the Shaolin Temple was simply well-guarded, and it would not give people any chance to harm them at all.

"I don't know what Xiao Hei is going to do, I shouldn't be able to do it with a tough face......"

After leaving, Lin Jiuzong glanced back at Shaolin, muttered in his heart and got into the carriage, preparing to go to the next stop.

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