Comprehensive martial arts: Guarding Wudang, stopping Xu Weixiong at the beginning

The two families were originally feuding, and they had not dealt with each other for a long time, and now Shaolin has come to the door, if Lin Xuan still speaks politely, it will not be worthy of all these years of hard work in Wudang.

Jianghu people, see whose fist is bigger, whose sword is sharper, the winner is the king, and the loser is the coward.

Shaolin is the leader of Buddhism, a holy place-like existence, with a total of six courtyards, and this King Kong Temple is one of them, and the Warrior Monastery is as famous as the Warrior Monastery.

The disciples of these two academies, mainly martial arts, supplemented by Buddhism, are strong, and are the mainstay of Shaolin.

And the monk Yuan Yan is the first disciple of the Kongjue of the King Kong Academy, and he dares to come to Wudang to worship the mountain, not to mention his strength.

In Lin Xuan's perception, this monk's body was full of qi and blood, and there was a faint flow of golden light in his eyes, obviously practicing Shaolin martial arts to an extremely profound level.

Otherwise, I don't have the courage to come to Wudang, this kind of mountain worship, there are default rules, juniors come to worship, and the ones who meet the enemy must be juniors, and the juniors can't make a move, otherwise they will bully the small.

Yuan Yan's eyes widened, and his divine light revealed: "In this case, the poor monk will teach you Wudang Kung Fu today, and see if it is comparable to the Shaolin mastery in the hands of the poor monk." "

"Do you have the guts or not?"

The corners of the young Taoist's mouth raised.

"How about the guts?"

Yuan's brows furrowed: "What if you don't have guts?" "

"If you don't have guts, you will win or lose, and if you have guts, you will decide to live and die."

Lin Xuan said: "Can the bald donkey of Shaolin have the courage? "

"Why don't you dare?"

Seeing that the Taoist priest of Wudang was aggressive, Yuan said angrily: "I will decide to die today." "

In the pavilion, when the little uncle heard this, he knew that his nephew was murderous.

He didn't stop it, the Shaolin juniors came to Wudang to worship the mountain, which was the face of Wudang.

If you do the first year of junior high school, then I will do the fifteenth.

Now Wudang is weak, but he can't blindly keep his eyes on it, otherwise anyone will dare to bully him.

A mere disciple of the Vajra Hall, if his skills are not as good as others, he will die if he dies.

If Shaolin has the courage to come to Wudang to discuss the law, it is a big deal that the seniors on both sides will end up and have done one.

Don't look at the real people of the Daomen who like to nourish qi, but they are not timid and afraid of things, but they just don't want to touch unnecessary trouble.

As for why he is not worried about the safety of his teachers and nephews.

Uncle Xiao said that he absolutely believed in Lin Xuan, and watched his own junior nephew cultivate step by step.

Not to mention that he was just a disciple of the Vajra Academy, even if the first seat of the Vajra Academy came, Lin Xuan might not be able to fight with him. 08

If you want to blame it, blame this Yuan Yan monk for his own bad luck, and he has nothing to do.

"Well, Poor Dao admires your bald donkey's courage."

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, after killing you, I will find someone to send your body back to Shaolin." "

After that, he took half a step back, stretched out his right hand, and said, "Please." "

The shadow of the famous tree, although Lin Xuan has not taken half a step out of Wudang over the years, he is also well-known in the rivers and lakes.

There were not a few masters who died under his sword, and the monk did not dare to hold it up, holding the heavy brass stick in his backhand.

True Qi was injected into it, and he stepped out, and the brass stick in his hand smashed towards the young Taoist of Wudang.

The momentum was strong and heavy, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, and the cold wind was coming, blowing the cyan robe agitation.

Taking a half-step to the right, he dodged the stick, which smashed into the air with a popping sound.

The long sword has never been unsheathed, and today this Yuan Yan monk is just a suitable opponent to hone the many martial arts on his body.

Striding forward, his right hand reached out, and grabbed at the brass stick, trying to enter the white blade empty-handed.

This move is undoubtedly the biggest humiliation for the opponent, ignoring the opponent completely.

Yuan was furious, the strength in his hand was more than a thousand catties, and that person actually split his hand to snatch his weapon.

At that moment, with a cold snort, the true qi exploded, injected into the brass stick, and the copper rod vibrated and buzzed, shaking out a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye.

Not to mention the flesh and blood, even the stubborn stone and fine iron, if it was close to the barrel stick, it would be shattered, but Lin Xuan didn't seem to notice it.

The five fingers fell, grabbed towards the copper rod, probed into the ripples, and the true qi urged, directly shattering the ripples.

"Boom"

The five fingers fell, and the copper rod was about to be buckled, and the monk stepped with his legs, and the muscles of the two arms under the coarse linen clothes bulged, like a dragon.

The brass stick in his hand stopped the momentum of the fall, suddenly exerted force, reversed the direction, and smashed towards the palm of the little Taoist priest.

The qi was strong, the sound of the explosion pierced the eardrums, and the Yuan Xuan monk changed his moves extremely quickly, but Lin Xuan's response speed was not bad.

Disperse the claw momentum, pinch the palm print, and go to the copper stick mark with one palm, the palm power is extremely feminine, and when it comes into contact with the copper stick, it will dissolve its fierce strength.

"Boom"

On the tip of his toes, he swept forward, turned the knife into a palm and attached a copper stick, and slashed towards the monk Yuanyi.

The autumn wind was blowing, the Taoist robe was agitated, the young Taoist priest didn't blink his eyes, and the knife in his hand was fierce, prompting a chilling knife power to tear the air.

"Snort"

The sword qi broke through the air, the sparks splashed, and the fierce power made the Yuan Yi monk tremble.

"Up."

With a loud shout, his body squatted slightly, his hands were raised high, and he drove the copper stick up, Lin Xuan dispersed the hand knife, pinched the palm trick, and landed on the brass stick with one palm, and the palm power that was extremely feminine before was as fierce as a torrent at this time.

"Boom"

The palm force was injected into the body of the monk Yuanyi along the copper stick, directly shaking it back a few steps, and the hand holding the stick was trembling.

Urging out a palm force, Lin Xuan took advantage of the momentum to sweep back, the person was in mid-air, not yet on the ground, the sleeve robe was agitated, and the true qi was injected into it, whirring.

A breath of true qi in the chest does not stop, stretching endlessly, and the fivefold pure yang gong operates, traveling all over the meridians of the body.

A new force was born from his body, stepping on the void, pinching the palm print, volleying a palm, and heading towards the Yuan Yan monk seal who had just stood firm.

This kind of conversion method seems to be an understatement, but in fact, it is not necessary for a master.

The true qi must be thick and vigorous, and between luck, the clouds and clouds are smooth, there can be no slightest blockage, and then the light body exercises are clever enough.

These three points are indispensable.

The palm prints were in the air, silent, without the slightest leakage of energy, obviously condensing the true qi to an extremely high level.

Although Shicai only fought a few tricks with this little Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain, Yuan Yi didn't dare to be careless in his heart.

The long stick in his hand vibrates, holds the root, and takes three steps in a row, towards this palm print point.

It is the magic stick method in Shaolin's mastery.

"Boom"

The brass stick was on the palm of the white palm, Lin Xuan was in the air, and Yuan Xuan was standing on his feet, which should have been his advantage.

But the strength contained in that palm print was extremely strong and domineering, and it actually bent the brass rod stiffly.

There was a screeching sound, and no matter how much Yuan Yan exerted his strength, his body couldn't stop retreating.

Behind him was the stone bridge, which could not withstand such a strong force, and if the stone bridge broke, there would be no place to unload the force, and once it fell into the stream, it would fall into the wind in an instant.

There were feet across, and they stepped out violently, and the ground under their feet cracked, and dense cracks spread in all directions.

The force of the shock entered the body and was injected into the copper rod, and the originally curved brass rod rebounded violently.

"Boom"

The palm print shattered, Lin Xuan was violently shocked out, the person was in mid-air, before he landed, Yuan Yan held the copper stick, jumped up, and the brass stick had ten thousand powers, smashing towards his abdomen.

If he is hit, even if he is an iron man, he will be smashed to pieces, not to mention flesh and blood.

Yuan Yan came so fast and strong that it could be seen that he was also murderous, and the young Taoist priest couldn't see any panic on his face.

The true qi ran upward, and the person was in mid-air, turning three times in a row, his right hand reached out, pinched the palm print, and went towards the copper stick print.

"Boom"

The palm print shattered, but Lin Xuan also used this power to float and retreat, falling to the ground, shaking his right hand, his palm was slightly red.

Wrapping the true qi in the flesh, and forcibly receiving this powerful stick, the palm of the hand is just a little red, which is enough to be proud.

"Good strength."

He looked at Yuan Yan who had fallen to the ground and shook his head: "It's a pity that the stick method is a little worse." "

In the face of the ridicule between the words, Monk Yuan Yan had no anger at this time, only solemnity.

Shicai's stick, ask yourself, if you change yourself, I am afraid that nine times out of ten you will die, and the Taoist priest actually easily dissolved it, and his means should not be underestimated.

If you lose the ordinary battle, it's just a life, the winner lives, the loser dies, and he can't be careless.

There is a chance to live who would want to die.

"A stick to slay demons."

Monk Yuan Yan took the lead in making a move, and this time he learned wisely, and he did not smash down with a stick, but swept out, holding the center of the long stick.

The long stick made a sweep of thousands of armies.

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows and said: "With a broken stick, you dare to come to Wudang to spread wild, and see how the poor Dao folds him." (If you read violent novels, you can go to Feilu Novel Network!) ）

Without dodging or dodging, his right hand reached out, and his five fingers were spread out, as if he was going to go down to the sea to capture the dragon, and grabbed towards the brass stick.

Yuan gritted his teeth, lifted his strength by twelve percent, and smashed it towards this palm, and his speed skyrocketed.

However, the imaginary scene of bursting qi did not appear, Lin Xuan used soft strength at this time, and the moment the paw print touched the brass stick, he lifted it back, and then violently turned into a palm trick and pressed it down.

"Boom"

There is quite a taste of the great shift, and the energy of the Yuan anger is poured back, and the monk is like being devoured by thunder, and with a shake of his hands, the brass stick is detained by the Taoist priest.

Lin Xuan took half a step back, his true qi was exhaled, his strength exploded, and when this power reached its peak, he urged his palm power again, grabbed the brass stick and poked it forward, and pointed towards the Yuan Qi monk.

Almost the same way as just now, the brass stick was pointed on the monk's chest, making a sound of gold and iron, and the air waves roared, cutting off the surrounding grass, trees, bamboos and stones.

"Boom"

Yuan Yan's body flew out uncontrollably, smashing two bucket-thick ancient trees before stopping.

"How is the stick of the poor road?"

Lin Xuan held a brass stick in his hand, his robe agitated, and looked at the Shaolin monk lying on the ground with a smile, and his tone was playful.

After a few breaths, the monk stood up from the ground with a carp, and was not injured except for a hole in the sackcloth in his chest.

"It's worthy of being the bald donkey of Shaolin, smelly and hard."

Lin Xuan pouted.

"Stinky Taoist, I'm not afraid to tell you that the Demon Suppression Stick Method is the martial art that poor monks are not good at."

Yuan Yan clenched his fists with both hands, his muscles were agitated, and his whole body was full of qi and blood, exuding a fierce aura.

Apparently it was a liver fire.

"I think you're not good at martial arts."

The Taoist priest of Wudang spoke, stepped out, carried a brass stick, and threw it towards the monk.

It's not so much a stick as a sword.

"Buzz"

Monk Yuan Yan didn't dodge or dodge, but just tilted his head and let the stick smash on his shoulder, not moving at all.

A fist of his right hand slammed into the brass stick.

"Boom"

King Kong burst out with great force, directly smashing the copper rod thick with the baby's arm into a huge arc.

"So fierce?"

Lin Xuan was speechless, a huge fist was already coming towards him, with a fierce wind, and the Dao robe was blowing.

Taking half a step back, he easily dodged the punch, grabbed it with his right hand, buckled it towards Yuan Yan's forearm, and squeezed his palm with his left hand, marking it towards the monk's ribs.

"Boom"

The palm was full of strength, and the fierce and uncast palm force failed to break through the monk's skin, but the grappling method of the right hand was broken free.

With a flick of his forearm, he smashed towards Lin Xuan's head.

He bent down to dodge, pinched the fingers with his right hand, made the pure yang sword finger, and pointed out three fingers like lightning, respectively on the front heart of Yuan Yan, his throat, and Tan Zhong.

The Pure Yang Sword Finger is his self-created martial art, and it is used with the Pure Yang True Qi with the fingers, which is extremely domineering.

Even an iron man is about to be pierced, but when it comes to Yuan Yan's body, there are only three white marks, and even the skin is not broken.

"Bald donkey, what kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

Lin Xuan scattered his fingers, swept back, and couldn't help but ask.

"The poor monk's nine-fold golden bell jar has been practiced to the perfection realm, and he has achieved the body of King Kong, stinky Taoist, it is difficult to hurt me with your palm power."

Yuan Yan opened his mouth, mainly to defeat the fighting intent of this Wudang Daoist, and his right hand clenched his fist, bursting the air, and smashed towards Lin Xuan's head.

It's really King Kong's great power, and it's fierce and unparalleled.

"It turned out to be a nine-fold golden bell jar, no wonder it looks so familiar."

Lin Xuan muttered.

I'm afraid that in terms of physique, the vajra body of this Yuan Anger monk is still above the black-robed old man at the beginning.

And Yuan Yan is only a little grandmaster cultivator, and he has not yet stepped into the Vajra realm.

It shows that the nine-fold golden bell jar is indeed a strong body refining technique, and it is worth practicing.

The twelve-story white jade skill that he practiced by himself should have been from the nine-fold golden bell jar, and after he wanted to practice to the end of his life, he would not be weak.

Between the echoes of thoughts, the huge fist 173 heads have come to the front, and the Taoist priest of Wudang said with a smile: "I will play with your bald donkey today, and let you see how Poor Dao uses Wudang Kung Fu to break your Shaolin martial arts." "

"Don't be ashamed."

Yuan Xuan was furious, and the strength of his fist couldn't help but increase by three points, but he saw Lin Xuan raise his right hand, and his fluttering palm grabbed towards his fist.

"I can't help myself."

Yuan said darkly.

But in the next breath, the monk was dumbfounded, not knowing what kind of magic power was contained in that white palm.

After resisting his fist, Lin Xuan took the initiative to take three steps back, and grabbed the palm of Yuan Xuan's fist and pulled it back.

is still the same unloading technique, and Yuan Yi has a trace of bad in his heart.

After seeing the Taoist priest of Wudang take three steps back, he immediately stabilized his body and withdrew with his right hand.

The next moment

A vigorous force poured into his body like a storm, shaking the Yuan Anger monk back again and again, and even his internal organs were shaken.

I only feel that the qi and blood in my body are surging, and the internal strength is not smooth.

Yuan Yan didn't even have time to breathe, and a figure had already deceived him within three feet of him, and at this time, the empty door was wide open.

"Boom"

Lin Xuan's hands came out together, his left fist and his right palm, all of which were to make Wudang exercises, and his fists were vigorous.

Extremely strong, although it did not break through Yuan Yan's defenses, it shook it back again.

It's rare to encounter such a good sandbag with thick skin and meat, how can it not be fun.

For him, Yuan Yan is not much of a threat at all, so what is the use of being strong? Too clumsy.

Even if you don't need to draw the sword technique and stack the strength of the palm, the two kung fu that specializes in breaking the body of King Kong, with strong internal force and clever light skills, you can still kill this bald donkey.

The right hand dispersed the palm technique, and then pinched the pure yang finger, this time, mobilized twelve percent of the power, and when the domineering finger power was pointed at the front of Yuan Yan's heart, the latter's face changed greatly, and his body flew out upside down, and a little blood leached out from the corner of his mouth.

"Looks like your nine-fold golden bell jar isn't going to be good."

The sound of banter came from all directions, and the Shaolin monks opened their eyes wide, but they had not yet landed at this time, and there was nowhere to exert their strength.

He could only watch Lin Xuan appear beside him, slashing down with a hand knife, and slashing towards his front heart without cutting other places.

"Boom"

Yuan's body was bent like a shrimp, and his eyeballs were bloodshot and about to bulge out of his sockets.

Immediately after that, the body slammed heavily on the ground, smashing out a human-shaped crater, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Scattering the palm knife, Lin Xuan fell a few feet away, put his hands behind his back, and chuckled: "But that's it." "

"I haven't had enough of it."

In the pavilion, Uncle Xiao yawned and said, "Hurry up and call it a day, the movement is too big, I don't have the heart to read." "

"I finally came across a sandbag, so I have to play enough."

Lin Xuan didn't reply: "Practicing kung fu against the air, grass and trees every day is not as interesting as fighting the body of King Kong." "

"Ahem."

After half a ring, a figure came out of the sky-high dust, it was the monk of Shaolin, Yuan Yan.