Master Xuansheng was also slightly angry in his heart and couldn't help but said: "Does the master want to destroy our Shaolin with one person?"
"Don't dare, don't dare. The young monk just wants to see the Mount Tai Beidou in the Central Plains martial arts world today. How majestic and majestic it is. In the young monk's opinion, the Shaolin Temple is not as good as the Tianlong Temple in Dali!"
The big-eared monk heard the words and couldn't help but step forward: "Monks have no ambition to win. The national master said that Shaolin Temple is not as good as Tianlong Temple, and Tianlong Temple is not as good as Shaolin Temple. As the saying goes, there is no north or south in Buddhism, there is no difference at all! "
As soon as he finished speaking, one of his hands fell down, his wrist rotated slightly, and his fingers made a flower-like gesture.
"call..."
Suddenly, a breeze rose from the ground, and a leaf was caught in the monk's hand.
Jiumozhi's expression changed at first, and then he said with a smile: "Master Xuanji's flower-twisting fingers have been practiced to perfection for a long time. I am lucky enough to see him today. It is a blessing for this young monk."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiumozhi also bowed to the Buddha with one palm.
The other palm, like Master Xuanji, rotates its wrist.
Make a flower-like gesture with your fingers and pick up a leaf.
Then, the two of them flew leaves in their hands towards each other at the same time.
"puff!"
The two leaves were filled with internal energy by each of them.
When they collided, they were shattered into pieces.
When Master Xuanji saw him, his expression suddenly changed.
Then, he stamped the ground with one foot.
boom!
Everyone felt the ground beneath their feet shake.
Looking up, he saw fallen leaves flying on the ground, spinning around Master Xuanji and not falling for a long time.
Jiumozhi imitates what he has learned, and there is nothing wrong with it.
The next moment, the two figures suddenly moved.
I saw the two of them flying up in an instant, picking up leaves one by one with both hands, and throwing them towards each other quickly.
The monks below saw that the two men's moves were exactly the same, and they were greatly shocked.
Lin Fan couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, he really didn't know what to say.
Master Xuanji has been practicing the flower-twisting finger for ten years, but he still can't find that the flower-twisting finger used by Jiumozhi is just superficial and not the authentic flower-twisting finger of Shaolin Temple.
I don't know whether I should call him stupid, or whether I should say that the Xiaoyao Sect's Wuxiang Magical Skill is too powerful.
Master Xuanji couldn't help being shocked when he saw that Jiumozhi's flower-twisting finger skills were no worse than his own.
He has been practicing for decades.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt ashamed of myself.
But in this flash, a flaw was revealed.
Being hit by Jiumozhi's finger, he immediately vomited blood and flew backwards.
The monks were shocked and were at a loss for a moment.
Lin Fan smiled and had no intention of taking action.
Shaolin Temple is not as simple as it seems.
If Jiumozhi sees good, just accept it and return it, otherwise, he will reap the fruits of his good deeds.
After all, the Shaolin Temple is home to one of the top bosses in the Tianlong World, the Grand Master Sweeper.
After glancing at Jiumozhi, Lin Fan turned around and left.
Here in the back mountain, he felt several auras that were not weaker than Xuanci.
Presumably, there are eminent Shaolin monks in the back mountain retreating here.
Lin Fan left the Shaolin Temple.
Halfway there, a familiar figure flashed in his eyes.
"Wang Dalong?"
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Wang Dalong is Lin Fan's right-hand man and has been staying in Suzhou Villa.
Why did you come down this Shaolin Temple mountain?
"Wang Dalong." Lin Fan shouted.
Wang Dalong couldn't help but turn around when he heard someone calling him.
When he saw Lin Fan, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He quickly ran over and bowed respectfully: "Young Master."
Lin Fan looked at her doubtfully and asked, "Why are you here?"
Wang Dalong said respectfully: "Back to the young master, this subordinate came with Miss Wang."
When Lin Fan heard this, surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Miss Wang?"
"Yu Yan is here too?"
"yes."
Wang Dalong nodded.
Wang Yuyan insisted on coming to Shaolin Temple Mountain. After Wang Dalong got the news, he naturally did not dare to neglect it.
After all, this is my future mistress!
so.
Wang Dalong quickly summoned a group of people to accompany him, for fear that something would happen to Wang Yuyan on the road.
I didn't expect to meet my young master here.
Lin Fan was curious.
Wang Yuyan has always been a homebody and would never go out unless she could.
I don’t know why you insist on coming to Shaolin Temple this time?
"Where is Yan'er? Please take me there and have a look." Lin Fan said with a smile.
"Yes, sir, please follow me down." Wang Dalong quickly led the way.
Just a moment.
The two of them arrived at an inn.
After Lin Fan entered, he couldn't help but frown secretly. There were all kinds of religions and sects in this inn.
It is really unsafe for a big girl like Wang Yuyan to live here.
Went up to the second floor and stopped at the door of a room.
Wang Dalong knocked on the door gently.
"Who is it?"
An ethereal and soft voice sounded.
It's Wang Yuyan, that's right.
Lin Fan chuckled and said, "It's me, your husband."
When Wang Dalong heard what Lin Fan said, he retreated very wisely.
Wow!
The sound of tables and chairs colliding could be heard in the room.
moment.
Squeak!
The door opens.
Wang Yuyan appeared in front of Lin Fan.
Her flawless and pretty face was now blushing, and the shyness in her eyes was more of a surprise.
"Master Lin."
The moment she saw Lin Fan, Wang Yuyan felt indescribable joy in her heart.
Lin Fan's face was deliberately serious and he pretended to be angry: "What the hell, Mr. Lin, Yan'er, we haven't seen each other for only a month, when did we become so different?"
When Wang Yuyan heard this, her pretty face turned red, her eyes flashed with moisture, she lowered her head slightly and murmured in a low voice: "Lin, Brother Lin."
"Well, that's right!"
Lin Fan suddenly laughed and touched Wang Yuyan's head very affectionately.
Wang Yuyan blushed slightly and invited Lin Fan in.
After Lin Fan took his seat, Wang Yuyan poured tea.
"Brother Lin, how did you know I was here?"
Wang Yuyan blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Lin Fan curiously.
Lin Fan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said with a smile: "I met Wang Dalong on the road, otherwise I wouldn't have known that this girl like you would have come here silently."
Wang Yuyan smiled shyly, looking embarrassed.
"By the way, Yu Yan, why did you come to Shaolin Temple?" Lin Fan asked curiously.
"I, I got the news that Ding Chunqiu is coming to Shaolin Temple, so..." Wang Yuyan said in a low voice.
Lin Fan was stunned when he heard this.
I see.
Wang Yuyan said that day that she would definitely avenge her grandfather Wu Yazi in the future.
When he heard the news that Ding Chunqiu had come to Shaolin Temple, he would definitely not miss this opportunity.
Lin Fan looked at Wang Yuyan carefully again.
Half-step master.
Lin Fan's eyes flashed with surprise.
One month ago, Wang Yuyan was still at the peak of her innate ability.
In just one month, his cultivation actually took a step forward.
It seems that Wang Yuyan has worked hard for more than a month.
"Are you sure?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.
"I..." Wang Yuyan clenched her fists slightly, and a trace of nervousness flashed in her eyes: "I don't know."
Although she is proficient in hundreds of martial arts.
It is also based on my grandfather's eighty years of internal strength, but his combat experience is really pitiful.
Facing such insidious and cunning people as Ding Chunqiu, it would be strange not to feel panic.
