It's the ninth day of September, the sun is shining brightly, and today is the Double Ninth Festival.
At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, four people were fighting together.
Duan Yuben, along with three retainers and Wang Yuyan, were coming to Shaolin to join Duan Zhengchun, but they didn't want to...
Jiumozhi struck out with his palm. The strong palm technique contained Zen meaning, and the posture technique was exactly the Prajna palm technique, one of the 'Seventy-two Special Skills of Shaolin'.
When Zhu Danchen saw the opponent's palm, he leaned slightly to avoid it and stabbed out with the iron pen, but he didn't expect Jiumozhi's move to change. As he had expected, it was replaced by the "Mountain Gate Protector" in Wei Tuo's palm.
This palm move was mediocre, but the force contained in it was very powerful. It not only shook the stylus open, but also directly knocked Zhu Danchen away with one palm.
Chu Wanli and Fu Si arrived after their return. Jiumozhi's body shape was flowing around, with the world in his sleeves, and Wu Xiangjie pointed at each other.
Chu Wanli leaned to dodge, but Fu Sigui fell down with the middle finger on his right chest.
When Chu Wanli was about to take action, Jiumozhi's powerful Vajra Fist punch arrived first, hitting him on the shoulder with a bang. Chu Wanli also staggered back and fell down.
"Uncles, are you okay?"
Zhu Danchen hissed: "Your Majesty, take the princess away first, and we will stop this monk."
"That's right, Your Majesty, you and the princess will leave first."
"I'll be fine. This great monk can't hurt us."
Although they said so, the three of them could not stand up for a long time. The blood could not be stopped, and their faces were pale and colorless. As long as they were not blind, how could they not see that the three of them were seriously injured.
Jiumozhi laughed and said, "Master Duan, you'd better go with the young monk."
Duan Yuhu stood in front of Wang Yuyan and said angrily: "You are a monk, you don't dare to provoke Mr. Ren, so you come to bully me. What kind of hero are you?"
Jiumozhi's face was ashen and he shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, I don't have much patience anymore. The young monk also advised Mr. Duan to be obedient and go with me."
Duan Yu raised his hand, exposed the little finger of his right hand, and said loudly: "Don't think I'm afraid of you. This is the realm of Shaoshi Mountain. My father is visiting Shaolin at the moment."
Seeing the little finger of his right hand, Jiumozhi was immediately startled, but after being startled, he sneered: "Master Duan, do you want to use the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' to gesticulate with the young monk?"
Duan Yu's face was very ugly. His little finger was already lit but he couldn't move it, so he could only whisper: "Mei Yan, I'll hold this monk back, and you can go to Shaolin first."
Wang Yuyan said: "I...how can I leave your brother behind?"
Duan Yu's heart ached when he was called "brother". He also knew that there was no possibility between him and his sister, but he still couldn't break the feeling of love in his heart.
Just when the two of them were fighting each other, Jiumozhi turned his hands into claws and grabbed them directly.
"Stop hurting anyone!"
A wisp of strong wind flew through the sky, bursting out of the sky, shaking the living beings, and headed straight for Jiumozhi's face!
But after hearing this sharp roar, Jiumozhi's expression immediately changed!
He had seen this kind of fingering before, but just a wisp of finger wind was enough to penetrate mountains and crack rocks... He had only seen this kind of fingering on one person, and when he thought of that person, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
No longer daring to land a move, he dodged his body and turned his forward thrust into a diagonal move.
There was a "peng" sound, and the force of his fingers fell on a stone tablet. The stone tablet exploded instantly, sending rocks flying.
A figure slowly descended, and Jiumozhi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming. But when he saw this person again, he was tall, powerful, and had a resolute and square face, he couldn't help but secretly praise: What a big man!
Duan Yu was immediately overjoyed and shouted: "Brother, it turns out you are here."
Xiao Feng smiled and said: "Second brother, I haven't seen you for many days, but I really miss my eldest brother."
Duan Yu had already run over with Wang Yuyan, and he laughed and said, "Why don't I miss my elder brother?"
Brothers embrace each other!
Suddenly I heard the thunderous sound of hoofbeats, and more than twenty horses rolled up the mountain like the wind. Immediately, all the passengers were wearing black thin felt cloaks, and among the big men in black cloth, only the first two were two beautiful girls.
Duan Yu said in surprise: "Sister A'Zhu!"
Wang Yuyan also said happily: "Sister A'Zhu!"
As the cavalry approached, A'Zhu turned down with a girl in purple clothes and said with a smile: "Brother Duan, cousin, I didn't expect to meet you here."
The girl in purple interrupted: "Sister, is this the brother you told me about? Why do you look so dull, but this Sister Wang is very good-looking."
A'Zhu scolded: "A'Zi, don't talk nonsense."
Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan looked suspicious, but this was obviously not the time for them to recognize each other.
Xiao Feng took a step forward, cupped his fists and said, "May I ask this master, why do you want to embarrass my second brother?"
Before Jiumozhi could speak, Duan Yu had already said: "Brother, he is the monk Jiumozhi I mentioned to you. This monk has always wanted to get the Duan family's 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' from me, so today He tried to rob me again."
Ah Zi said: "Why are you so useless? Even a great monk is afraid of you."
"Azi..."
Xiao Feng stopped talking and then said: "Master, it's better to leave."
Since he is not that person, Jiumozhi has nothing to be afraid of. He sneered and said, "Who are you? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."
Xiao Feng said: "My lord, Xiao Feng, we are brothers with different surnames."
Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and said, "So you are Xiao Feng, the former leader of the Beggar Clan! It just so happens that the young monk wants to learn the Beggar Clan's Dragon Subduing Palm Technique and Dog Beating Stick Technique."
After saying this, he quickly spread his hands, and condensed two scorching infuriating energies from his hands. His palms hit Xiao Feng's shoulders before the roar.
Xiao Feng suddenly took action, raised his index finger, and a scream broke through the air!
If Jiumozhi had previously thought that he had recognized the wrong martial arts, and even the wrong person, with the index finger at this moment, he now knew that although he had recognized the wrong person, the martial arts was not wrong.
The middle finger can break mountains and rocks, the index finger can cut gold and jade, how can Jiumozhi still admit his mistakes!
With his finger force shooting sharply through the air, he waved his palm and drew out his sword, and the 'flaming knife' struck the finger wind... Suddenly, the finger wind snapped sharply, and a big tree next to the road was cut off.
Xiao Feng raised his two fingers while eating...
Random has never taught him how to perform all the fingering techniques, so Xiao Feng's martial arts skills are indeed extraordinary!
Such a move is completely unreasonable. It is difficult to execute two different fingers at the same time, but it is also difficult and unpredictable to attack with two fingers at the same time.
Two fingers attacked separately, forming a very terrifying move.
It was as if the two of them had joined forces to attack. Not only were they both extremely skilled, their coordination of attack and attack was also incomparable. It was so wonderful that even Jiumozhi couldn't cope with it.
He could only avoid it, he could only hide. If he couldn't avoid it, he could only take it hard.
With two "chichi" sounds, Jiumozhi used his palm to shake a finger, and when he jumped a few steps, he felt a pain in his ears.
Just now, a ray of finger power passed by his ear, he almost missed it and almost died on the spot.
Cold sweat was streaming down his forehead. Although he only faced one move, Jiumozhi had already predicted that he was no match for him.
He didn't want to think too much, didn't want to wait too long, and suddenly he stood up and stepped rapidly in the air, farther and farther, rising and falling with a twist, and escaped several feet away.
