Since the day of the completion of the "Three-Yuan Divine Skill" twenty years ago, Mao Ziyuan has thought that the world's heroes are estimated to be cultivated with internal strength, and no one can compare to him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although it is said that there are three major divine skills in the martial arts, Shaolin's body protection skills, he guessed that no one in Shaolin can practice them, this magic skill has been said for hundreds of years, and there should be one, but in these hundreds of years, he has not heard of the Shaolin monk performing.

The beggar gang's "weeping blood magic skill", at that time, the beggar gang was not accepted, Fan Wuming was only an eight-generation disciple of the beggar gang, and no one practiced this magic skill, as for Song Zixiu, he had a trick of yin damage, I believe that Song Zixiu has also been busy treating his daughter in the past 20 years, so that his skills have been wasted.

Although he has scruples about the Shaolin abbot, he thinks that his three-element magic can also break Shaolin's body protection skills, and he wants to compete with internal strength like this, and he should have a chance to win.

But after twenty moves, the old monk did not have the slightest defeat, as if how much skill he used, how much internal force the other party fought back, just like endless, secretly frightened in his heart.

But this spear Ziyuan is very conceited, the more frightened, the more unconvinced, the more he wants to urge the internal force, he put his heart sideways, "Today I will fight with you, the old monk, you live and die, it can be regarded as gambling with my life, if God thinks that my spear Ziyuan can not succeed, let this old monk kill me with one palm, if I am destined to return after all, let this old monk make a blood sacrifice for my imperial industry!"

Thinking of this, Mao Ziyuan let out a long roar, bringing his internal breath to the extreme, his palms were flat, and his palms were as red as blood.

"Amitabha!" Master Xiang called the Buddha's name, and turned the strength of Shaolin's body protection skill from the outward body to the palm of his hand, which was far stronger than the strength of Fang Cai's body protection.

Suddenly, his face changed greatly, and when a pure yang true qi reached his arm, there was a little blockage, although the impact was not great, but it also delayed his internal breath slightly, and he could only strike out the nine success powers, with the cultivation of the phase master, even if it was the nine success powers, there were very few people in the world who could resist them, but among these few people, there was a spear Ziyuan.

"Bang!" The four palms intersected, and the spear Ziyuan took three steps back, and the breath in his chest was disordered, and he hurriedly took two breaths in a row to smooth his internal breath, but the master of the phase still stood in place, not moving at all.

Spear Ziyuan's face is like the color of the earth, all thoughts are discouraged for a while, he has worked hard for more than 30 years to dominate the industry, after all, it is in vain, even the sky has given himself this revelation, he was born in Buddhism, and later cultivated, of course, he believes in the principles of heaven, he was depressed for a while, and he actually had the idea of committing suicide, and wanted to settle himself with a palm.

Suddenly, "Wow!" Master Xiang shouted, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and hit Spear Ziyuan in the face, Spear Ziyuan never dreamed that things would have such a development, but he was extremely shrewd, although he couldn't figure out what was happening, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime good time to win people's hearts.

His figure flashed, he hugged Master Xiang, and pressed his right hand on the "Tanzhong Acupoint" on his chest, and a pure yang breath penetrated into Master Xiang's chest.

"Repair hurts my senior brother!" The vast master struck with a palm, but instantly changed direction, slammed into the air with one palm, and said: "Amitabha, it turns out that the spear donor is healing my senior brother's wounds." ”

After about a cup of tea, Master Xiang's face slowly improved, and Mao Ziyuan saw that his life was saved, and he didn't have to waste any more internal strength, so he smiled and said: "Master Xiang, why are you so persistent, as long as you take four steps back, you won't suffer such internal injuries, you are in order to take care of Shaolin's face, in fact, today, whether you win or lose, who dares to say that Shaolin is not the supreme martial arts?"

Although he said this in a loud voice, he secretly used his internal strength and spread the voice far away, and everyone in the audience heard it, and they all knew that this spear Ziyuan had won the master of Xiang, and the master of Xiang wanted to endure it in order to take care of Shaolin's face, and did not take half a step back, but he was injured internally, and he still couldn't support it after all, and Mao Ziyuan was still able to abandon his previous suspicions and save him.

In fact, Master Xiang didn't say that he wanted to take care of Shaolin's face, but after he hit out with both palms, his internal breath suddenly blocked slightly, and his mind was in a big mess for a while, and he was so empty that he forgot to unload his force, if he wanted to unload his force, at most, he would only take three steps back like Spear Ziyuan, and he would not lose, but he himself was suppressed by this shock, so that he suffered a heavy blow in the chest and abdomen, resulting in internal injuries, but he is a high-ranking monk, how can he argue about these things, and it is also a fact that Spear Ziyuan came to the rescue.

He hurriedly put together and said: "Amitabha, the spear is righteous, and he came to the rescue, and the old man is grateful!"

Mao Ziyuan also saluted: "Master Xiang, it is the old man's impure skills that failed to be able to be retracted and released freely, which hurt you, and I am extremely unhappy in my heart." ”

With guilt on his face, he walked back to his seat, without the slightest sense of pride, and the intention of inviting merit, in fact, as soon as he did this, he let him monopolize any color, how could he not know, he knew in his heart that the heroes of the world in this battle must look at him differently, the abbot of Shaolin still owes himself a favor, and the matter of his defeat of the abbot of Shaolin will immediately spread all over the world, and his reputation is not just a cult demon.

"Haha, King Zhana should remember a meritorious service!" It was the Tianxin Dao Master who spoke, but everyone present focused their attention on Master Spear Ziyuan and Lixiang, and no one knew about him, only that he was the senior brother of Cheng Chen, the god of medicine, so no one paid attention to what he said.

Murong Feifei immediately said, "Uncle, are you saying that the reason why Master Xiang lost was because of the ghost of King Shanafa?"

"Hmph!" Mao Ziyuan sneered, picked up a cup of fragrant tea and drank it.

Tianxin Dao Chang and Murong Feifei didn't pay attention to him, and Tianxin Dao Chang said: " Fei Fei, just now I saw that when Master Xiang hit the last palm, his face changed, and the monk's robe shook slightly, and after the end of the palm, there was a faint red gas between the eyebrows, this is a desert medicine, although it is not poison, it is not harmful to the human body, but after taking it for a long time, when the internal force is fully stimulated, there will be a slight slowness, so that it can not attack with all its strength, at most about ninety percent, this is in the competition of top masters, who has the ability to make a success, so it is undoubtedly lost at a critical time, but it is not fatal, this is the most vicious place。 ”