Feeling the powerful internal force coming from behind him, Monk Xin Yuan no longer relied on the indestructible power of the Vajra to show off his evil deeds. He turned around and resisted the attacks of the two great monks of the unknown generation, and touched a palm with Jue Yuan.
But there was an explosion in the air that ripped through the clear sky. Even the roar of artillery fire not far away could not cover up the sound of the collision of two powerful internal forces at this moment.
Monk Jueyuan fell back a few meters in the air, his arms drooping and shaking unnaturally.
However, the old monk Xin Yuan resisted the attack forcefully, his figure only swaying slightly.
Under the palm of his hand, Monk Jueyuan was more than inferior.
This is natural. Although Xin Yuan's internal strength is not as good as Jue Yuan's, he possesses many Shaolin magical skills and his practice is quite profound.
Jue Yuan, on the other hand, does not know any other martial arts except the Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu, and he cannot even output 100% of his internal energy, let alone superimpose and explode.
If you touch your palm with your heart, it will remain intact, thanks to the automatic protection effect of the Nine Yang Divine Art.
After cultivating to a high level, the power of the body-protecting Gang Qi is only slightly inferior to the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu.
"What a profound internal power. With such a level of internal power, even if we look at the entire world, there are only a handful of people who can beat you. Our Shaolin Temple is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. I have heard that a hundred years ago, an unknown old monk once rescued Shaolin's calamity, its profound skills are unbelievable. I never thought that I would see similar people today, but... your results are absolutely different." As the old monk Xin Yuan spoke, his feet moved quickly, with three palms in succession. , like huge waves, hitting Jueyuan one after another.
At this time, Xin Yuan has completely locked on Jue Yuan and believes that he is the biggest enemy.
Jue Yuan also mustered up all his inner strength to bulge the originally loose monk's robes into armor-like shape, and then pushed forward his inner strength to meet Xin Yuan.
There were scattered figures and thunderous applause.
Xin Yuan and Jue Yuan exchanged palms for more than ten times in just a short moment, and Jue Yuan was accidentally hit several times in the chest and abdomen. If it weren't for the amazing Nine Yang Divine Art to protect the body, he would have been drunk at this moment. .
Even so, the disadvantages visible to the naked eye are still difficult to recover.
"Senior nephew Jun Bao and senior brother Jue Yuan are good at internal strength but not good at fists and kicks. I'm afraid they are no match for this old thief. It's just that... the fight between them is too fierce and it's difficult for us to intervene. What should we do?" A Prajna The unknown monk in the hall covered his wound and asked Cao Zhe.
At this time, most of the ordinary monks, big and small, who should run or escape were almost gone.
There are only twenty or thirty people left here.
They are all heroic and courageous people. Since Cao Zhe saved them, they risked their lives and could not bear to leave him alone to deal with the powerful enemy, so they all stayed here and fought with Cao Zhe against the evil monk.
Cao Zhe frowned and then said: "Is there a master who is proficient in Mount Xumi Palm? Could you please tell me some of the essence and pass it on to my master?"
A monk said: "The threshold of Xumi Mountain Palm is extremely high and it is extremely difficult to practice. Even if you can barely master it, you still need the luck of riding a horse every time you use the palm. You need to concentrate for a long time before you can release the palm. You can't learn it easily, but the young monk does know a few things." Formula.”
Cao Zhe said: "That's fine! Shout out loud quickly."
The monk then recited the palm formula in a loud voice.
This palm technique is not very eye-catching among the Shaolin masters, because it is not known for its exquisite palm technique, but it requires the mind of the Bodhisattva Unmoved by the Eight Winds and extremely strong internal force to be able to use it.
People who practice martial arts are inherently distracted. How easy is it to achieve a state where nothing bothers you and the consequences don't affect you?
Therefore, this palm technique has been passed down from generation to generation, and among the many monks in Shaolin Temple, few can practice it.
But Cao Zhe took a fancy to the characteristics of this palm technique.
Sure enough, when the mantra was recited, Monk Jueyuan subconsciously followed the movement of the palms.
The opening and closing of the palms became slower and slower, but every time a palm was struck, it was like Mount Sumeru coming to the world, and the spiritual mountain descending into the world.
The strong inner strength and high character were utilized, and gradually formed an equal and equal confrontation situation with Xin Yuan.
When all the monks saw this, they all smiled happily, but Cao Zhe kept his brows furrowed.
"Still not working!"
"Although Master Jueyuan has mastered the Sumeru Mountain Palm and has some vague attack methods, it is still a hasty beginner's training. How can it compare with the decades of attainments of this old guy Xin Yuan in the Powerful Vajra Palm?"
"What's more, although Master Jue Yuan is younger, his physical strength and energy are far less than Xin Yuan, and it is even more disadvantageous when it is stretched during the war." Cao Zhe thought, then turned to the group of monks around him and asked: "Do any of you know that King Kong What’s the cover of the indestructible gong, and where is the anger?”
"There is also a powerful Vajra Palm. How many flaws will there be? When will the breath change and the strength will change?"
Another monk hurriedly came forward and said: "The Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu is the supreme magical skill of this temple. Master Xin Yuan... Bah! I'm afraid that the old demon Xin Yuan's cultivation level has already reached the point where his whole body is flawless. If you want to break the body-protecting Vajra Gang Qi, you have to use strong internal force, supplemented by the unique fingering skills of tapping the surface such as Wuxiang Jie Finger and Moko Finger."
"On the contrary, the opportunity of exchanging breath and turning energy with the powerful Vajra Palm can be said, but... the opportunity is fleeting, and I am afraid it will be difficult to grasp it."
Cao Zhe said hurriedly: "Tell me quickly."
"There is also the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu. If you know the formula... please tell me, Jun Bao swears not to tell anyone about it."
The monk said: "Why is it so? The mountain gate has been destroyed, and even the elders in the temple have all become demons and become thieves. Why should we cling to the incomplete?"
"Master Junbao's nephew, come here and I'll talk to you."
After that, he quickly imparted two secret cultivation instructions.
The secret training formulas of Shaolin are often not too lengthy, but the amount of information is extremely concentrated.
It's more of a catalog than a formula.
With this catalog, we can search for sources in the vast Buddhist scriptures, learn the specific details, and then practice according to the law.
It is precisely because of this simple yet complex inheritance method that Shaolin can stand up again after many catastrophes.
Cao Zhe had long read most of the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and now after hearing the oral instructions, two exquisite Buddhist magical arts showed their true appearance in front of his eyes.
At this moment, the spark of inspiration collided in Cao Zhe's consciousness.
Those things that had been ready to move for a long time finally burst out under such stimulation.
"Master! Amaha, Dorje Dorjeha, Dorje Dorjeha..."
Cao Zhe began to spit out many syllables that ordinary people could not understand.
A few Shaolin monks looked thoughtful, obviously recognizing that this was Sanskrit...and a relatively unpopular Sanskrit language.
Just like the Chinese language has many different local sounds, the same is true for Sanskrit.
Jue Yuan was already at a disadvantage again, but when he suddenly heard Cao Zhe's Sanskrit reminder, he seemed to be enlightened. He hit the weak spot of Xin Yuan with several palms in succession, making his attempts to parry in vain. Loss of distance leads to chaos.
