"Boom!"

After Yang Yi and the old monk fought fiercely for a hundred moves, he suddenly slapped out a palm and hit the nameless old monk. The onlookers were all surprised when they saw him slap this palm.

Some old monks shouted: "Mighty Vajra Palm! How can he also use this palm technique?"

It turned out that the palm that Yang Yi had just slapped was the powerful King Kong palm in the Shaolin Seventy-two Stunts.

This nameless old monk will make Shaolin seventy-two stunts, and although the onlookers are shocked, they are more excited. This old monk is the senior master in the Shaolin Temple at a glance, and these seventy-two stunts were learned by him, and they only have the reason to be happy, but not worried.

But Yang Yi is not a Shaolin disciple, and he can also use Shaolin stunts, which is not surprising to them.

After Yang Yi slapped out a powerful King Kong palm, he didn't wait for the move to be old, and he punched out again. After this punch was blasted, there was another uproar among the onlookers, and this punch was the Wei Tuo pestle.

I saw that after Yang Yiwei Tuo pestle was played, he turned his fist into a finger, and pointed out with one finger, which was actually a finger of Zen Gong.

In the exclamation of the bald head door outside this circle, the moves in Yang Yi's hand kept changing, one moment it was Luohan Fist, one moment it was Flower Finger, one moment it was King Kong Palm, one moment it was Wuxiang Robbery Finger, and one moment it was Chiba Rulai's hand. In a moment, more than ten kinds of boxing techniques have been played, each move and every style is Shaolin mastery, the subtlety of the shot, the strength of the superb, it is really beyond everyone's imagination, to a point of extreme perfection.

But it is also the Shaolin seventy-two stunts, when it comes out of the hands of the old monks, it is dignified and dignified, the law is strict, and the taste of "Zen" in Zen martial arts is extremely heavy.

And when it came out of Yang Yi's hands, it was a little more heroic, more generous, and more imposing, and the taste of "Zen" was not there, but the taste of "Wu" was greatly increased.

The moves of the two are generally superb, but the charm is very different.

When Yang Yi first started to use Shaolin Kung Fu, he was still a little rusty, but after a few moves, he became proficient, and in the end, the heart and mind coincided, the mind and the body fit, these seventy-two stunts have all been known in the chest, and there is no half point of stagnation, and there is already his own unique fist intent between shots.

After using all the Shaolin seventy-two stunts, Yang Yi let out a long roar and shouted: "The seventy-two stunts are really extraordinary, but they also stop there!"

This black tiger digs out his heart, not only in Shaolin boxing, but also in all the boxing methods in the world.

This is the most common in martial arts, the most popular, and even ordinary people who don't know martial arts.

But after this ordinary move of the black tiger came out, the air in the entire courtyard was condensed, and the fist wind was like a sea tide, sweeping the world, and the bodies of everyone in the courtyard were driven by the momentum of this punch, and the upper body couldn't help but tilt towards the direction of Yang Yi's punch.

This punch is as fast as lightning and as slow as an old ox pulling a cart, and the charm is elusive, undecidable, and gives people an extremely contradictory feeling.

With a muffled sound of "poof", the nameless old monk who swept the floor had been hit high in the air by Yang Yi's punch, and his body rose higher and higher in the air, through the treetops, through the eaves of the high-rise buildings, and finally fell on the roof of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

After the old monk spit out a mouthful of blood on the top of the Tibetan scripture attic, he spoke, "Good, good! The donor just watched the old man perform a boxing technique, and then I learned the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, this strength, wisdom, insight, and vision is the ancestor of Bodhidharma, and I am afraid that it may not be able to compare with you." ”

He gasped and said, "The donor is like a divine dragon, at this time, when he soars for nine days, why should he be nostalgic for the world, and how can he be embarrassed by my secular sect?"

Even though the old monk was seriously injured, he stood on the top of the tall building at this time, and when he spoke, everyone could still hear it clearly, as if whispering in his ear.

At this time, after listening to the words of the unknown old monk, the onlookers learned that Yang Yi's seventy-two stunts were actually learned after seeing the old monk use them once, and he was even more surprised in his heart, no matter what, he couldn't believe that there was such a person in the world.

Yang Yi listened to the old monk's words and said: "If I don't care about this matter, there will always be a thorn in my heart, and only by ending this matter will I be happy!"

Yang Yidao: "Old monk, there must be evil causes and evil consequences, this is exactly your Buddhist point of view, Ye Erniang has mutilated countless young sons, and he should be killed, Xuan Ci, as the abbot of Shaolin, committed adultery, met Ye Erniang privately, and finally gave birth to a son......"

Yang Yi looked at the monks around him and said, "This is a small section, not to mention him." ”

After Yang Yi finished saying this, all the monks on the scene were shocked, compared to the seventy-two stunts that the old monk and Yang Yi had just used, this sentence made them even more unbelievable.

For a while, the monks were in an uproar.

Master Xuanku walked out of the circle and shouted at Yang Yi: "This donor, you have a high level of self-sustaining skills to make trouble for me Shaolin, my Shaolin skills are not as good as others, so there is nothing to say." But you are talking nonsense, spreading rumors, and slandering the abbot of our temple, but it is not a big deal. ”

Yang Yi said: "Slander or not, just find a confrontation!" He opened his mouth and drank: "Xuan Ci, don't you come out yet? If you don't come out again, I will burn this Zen ancestral land!"

After Yang Yi finished shouting these words, a majestic and clear voice sounded from a nearby courtyard, "Amitabha, the old man is here to see the donor!"

When the monks heard this, they turned around one after another.

I saw a figure slowly appear in the moon gate, and a tall old monk walked over, and all the monks gave way.

Xuan Ku saluted and said, "Senior Brother Abbot, you are here!"

The person who came was Xuan Ci.

Yang Yi saw that his face was majestic, his expression was dignified, and his actions were quite powerful, and his image and appearance far surpassed that of other monks. It's just that at this time, the qi and blood are floating, the internal breath is unstable, and it seems that he has suffered internal injuries. It should have been shocked by Yang Yi's roar during the retreat, and the inner breath took a fork in the road.

Xuan Ci slowly came to Yang Yi, he didn't look at Yang Yi but leaned down first and helped Ye Erniang, who was curled up in a low voice, and suddenly cried: "Good, good! Erniang, you should be captured and killed for doing this bad karma, I didn't stop you for my own selfishness, and I should be killed." ”

He sighed, turned to look at the monks in the courtyard, and said slowly, "I had a bad relationship with Erniang more than 20 years ago, and gave birth to a child, and I have already committed the **** precept, and Erniang has killed innocent babies in the world in vain because the child was taken away and her temperament has changed greatly, and I have never spoken out to stop it, and the crime is even greater." It's just that I haven't had the courage to tell you for the sake of saving face, but today I can take this opportunity to explain them one by one. ”

When the monks saw him admit his own affairs, they were all incredulous, but they had to believe it, and for a while expressions of surprise, sadness, contempt, sympathy, and disdain were presented on the faces of the monks.

Ye Erniang saw Xuan Ci appear, her face was frightened, and she wanted to speak, but her body was pointed, her whole body was stiff, and she couldn't open her mouth, but she looked at Xuan Ci with tears in her eyes.

Yang Yi sighed, and with a flick of his fingers, he had already unlocked the acupoints on Ye Erniang's body.

Ye Erniang's body trembled, suddenly jumped up, and shouted: "How can you say it? What can I do? What can I do with this?" She looked frightened, she didn't care about her own safety, but she was terrified that Xuan Ci admitted her own affairs.

Xuan Ci stretched out his arms and hugged Ye Erniang in his arms, and said softly: "Erniang, after all these years, I have suffered you!"

Ye Erniang cried loudly, "I'm not bitter! You can't say that you have suffering in the temple, it's really bitter!"

Yang Yi saw that the two of them were actually complaining to each other in front of many monks, and he sneered: "You are bitter? Aren't the babies who were killed by you bitter? Aren't the parents of the dead children bitter?"

Xuan Ci's body shook and said, "Yes, they are more bitter!"

"If only you knew!"

Yang Yi looked around at the monks and asked loudly: "Let me ask you, Xuan Ci aided and abused, knowing that Ye Erniang killed babies without stopping them, and Ye Erniang killed many young children with her own hands, should she be killed?"

When the monks at the scene heard Yang Yi's inquiry, they were all silent.

Yang Yi sneered: "If you don't speak, I'll take you as a default!"

When he fought with the gray-clothed old monk just now, he didn't use his weapon, but at this time, he pulled out the long sword behind his back and said with a smile: "I guess you are embarrassed to do it, I'll do it for you!"

The sword of the brush stabbed forward, and it had pierced the bodies of Xuan Ci and Ye Erniang who were hugging each other.

In the exclamation of the monks, Yang Yi had already put his sword back into its sheath.

As the blood sprayed, Yang Yi turned around and left.

"Happy!"

(To be continued.) )