Chapter 320 Shaolin Temple’s Trump Card.

"Big Sun Tathagata Palm!"

After seeing the light on the little monk.

Many people at the scene frowned, obviously thinking of something. But before they could react, the little monk in front of them suddenly burst out with extremely dazzling light.

Accompanied by the flash of this dazzling light.

A golden palm print suddenly burst out from the little monk's body.

And with the appearance of this golden palm print.

The woman who retreated flew away in an instant. At the same time, her clothes burst apart, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, and a golden palm print also appeared on her lower abdomen.

The woman fell right under the ring, shaking all over.

The hood on her face was also torn, revealing a beautiful face.

But at this moment, she was as pale as snow, and blood could not stop pouring out of her mouth.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, then quickly jumped off the ring and ran to the side of the woman. Then he called out a Buddhist name and placed his palm on the woman's belly.

As he kept chanting Amitabha, the woman's face gradually looked better.

But the little monk said apologetically: "Donor, I didn't stop my hand and hurt you. It's all my fault. I will naturally pray for you in front of the Buddha!"

Although the little monk said that, the expression in his eyes was very strange. At the same time, his palm was always pressed against the woman's belly, giving people an extremely obscene feeling.

Fortunately, this kind of thing did not last too long.

As the woman's face gradually returned to normal and began to become full of blush, the woman snorted coldly, stood up quickly from the ground, and got into the crowd and disappeared.

The little monk called out Amitabha.

Turned around and climbed onto the stage again, and then took out two Buddhist beads and bracelets and threw them to the fat man.

Then he stood there and began to chant in a low voice.

I don't know if he is repenting for his actions just now, or if he is using the chanting to cover up his inner restlessness.

"The Great Sun Tathagata Palm!

At such a young age, he actually mastered such a unique skill!"

For a moment, no one dared to go on stage.

This little monk looks so young, but he has mastered such a powerful martial art. However, it is really incredible that he has mastered such a powerful martial art.

However, the reputation of the Great Sun Tathagata Palm is known to the whole world.

Ordinary people have no confidence that they can block such a magical skill.

And those who are sure to take down the little monk don't want to take action so early.

After all. No one dares to say that he is the best in the world.

Even if he has extraordinary abilities in a certain aspect, no one knows whether anyone can restrain himself.

Exposing their strength too early means that they have completely lost the hope of competing for the leader of the martial arts world.

Although, the leader of the martial arts world seems to be a thankless task.

But it still attracts many people.

Watching the time pass by, no one came on stage.

The old monk of Shaolin Temple smiled.

This is his plan.

Of course, he will not let himself become the leader of the martial arts world.

At the last critical moment, he will let the puppet he arranged jump onto the ring.

At that time, after a hard and arduous battle.

His little disciple will admit defeat, so that the puppet with better strength will become the leader of the martial arts world.

Although, the fact that they have to pay money to run for the champion was discussed by the heads of these sects.

And they said that they must play twenty games.

But the leader of the martial arts world must be selected today.

If no one goes up to challenge at that time, then there is no need to play twenty games.

Whoever stands on the high platform at the end is the well-deserved winner.

The whole world is a witness.

So, it doesn’t matter whether the twenty games are played or not!

This is an open conspiracy.

But it was a very clever conspiracy!

Facing the conspiracy of Shaolin Temple.

In the martial arts world, many people immediately noticed the mystery.

Shaolin Temple is a big sect with a rich foundation.

To say that there are Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons is actually to underestimate Shaolin Temple.

As the top sect in the martial arts world, Shaolin Temple has rich resources and martial arts secrets to cultivate masters, which are naturally countless. Therefore, even though ordinary people know that this is a conspiracy, they have no way to resolve it.

Only those big sects have the capital to spend.

It depends on which sect has more masters.

Seeing that the little monk has read the scriptures back and forth several times.

Finally, there was a commotion again in the audience.

A man in a green shirt jumped up from below.

He held a sword in his hand, and his long shirt fluttered all over his body.

Looking handsome and elegant, he won the favor of many female knights in the martial arts world for a while.

After he went up, he gently arched his hands.

He didn't intend to introduce himself.

Instead, he took out a silver note and stood there motionless. The whole person seemed to have turned into a sharp sword in a scabbard.

The little monk didn't feel anything and continued to chant.

Until the fat man nodded and made sure there was nothing wrong with the banknote in his hand.

The little monk suddenly moved.

This little monk is not at all as honest and honest as he seems on the surface.

He was also aware of the power of this young man, so he did not hesitate, and without even saying another word about Amitabha, he quickly rushed towards the opponent, as fast as a wheel speeding across the ground.

"There are so many young talents in this world!" Wu Gong clicked his tongue.

"That's right! When we first came out of the martial arts world, how could there be any martial arts masters in the martial arts world?" Huang Rong couldn't help but sigh, "At that time, someone with a second-rate level could already walk sideways in the martial arts world. . Top-notch masters are the heads and elders of various sects, and they are hard to see." In a daze, Huang Rong seemed to see herself back then. That little girl, who was not very good at studying, actually dared to run rampant in the world with the help of her martial arts and medical skills. Fortunately, I didn't encounter any strong opponents. Otherwise, I don’t know how I died.

Look at the present. Not only the old monsters in the world, but also every one of them has entered the realm of legends. Even these young talents who are new to the world. Each one of them also possesses extraordinary strength. This made Huang Rong couldn't help but wonder, was she old?

But then I thought about it, Huang Rong herself was only less than forty years old.

How is this considered old?

While thinking about the matter, the young monk had already collided with this unknown young man. The golden palm clashed with the sharp sword blade. The sound of Sanskrit and the explosion of air when the blade cut through the air were intertwined, and the clanking sound was extremely noisy. But if you listen carefully, it makes people feel that it is a bit superior.

Although the two of them are not very old.

But it was enough to despise 90% of the martial arts warriors on the field.

And watching the fight between the two.

The crowd around him kept making gasping sounds.

This young monk knew immediately that he came from Shaolin Temple.

But where did this young man come from?

The Ling Emperor's swordsmanship was extremely ferocious, but also without any rules. It's hard to tell which sect it comes from. However, judging from the decoration on this young man. It looks a lot like the Wu-Tang Clan. Many people have set their sights on the Wudang Clan. But everyone in the Wu-Tang Clan had expressionless faces. It was as if he didn't recognize the young man in front of him either.

The little monk cried secretly. This person is really difficult to deal with.

This Palm of the Great Sun Tathagata is the palm technique of the Supreme Sun and the Holy Saint, and I am the master of the powerful Vajra Palm. The Powerful Vajra Palm is one of the top 10 powerful martial arts among Shaolin's 72 stunts, but it is not worth mentioning compared with the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm. Just because, the palm of this Great Sun Tathagata can be used to attack, retreat or defend. Not only does he have extremely powerful palm skills, but he also has magical powers to protect his body.

When the magical power of body protection is activated, the flesh and blood all over the body is as indestructible as a diamond.

So even though he was using his bare hands, the man in front of him still couldn't pierce his body with a long sword.

But after all, he is not as old as the other party, and he has not spent as much time practicing martial arts as the other party.

Although, with his extraordinary talent and the fact that eminent monks from the Shaolin Temple have been helping him regulate his meridians since ancient times, his Qi is comparable to the top masters in the world. But the eminent monks in Shaolin Temple were also afraid of overthrowing the young monk's Dantian and did not over-expand the young monk's Dantian.

As a result, the young monk's energy capacity could not be compared with that of the young man in front of him.

Facing the endless sword attack.

The little monk immediately felt a huge headache. In panic, the palm technique he swung out began to become messy.

The old monk standing below the ring immediately let out a long sigh.

After all, this disciple of his is too young and lacks vitality.

Although he is extremely talented, his weaknesses are immediately exposed when facing a powerful opponent of equal strength.

"Amitabha, idiot, surrender." He called out the Buddha's name, and the young monk on the ring immediately stepped back and jumped off the ring as if a heavy burden had been released. Naturally, the young man had no reason to pursue anymore. He also returned the sword to its sheath, then took off the wine bottle from his waist, raised his head and took a big sip.

The drink fell down from the corner of his mouth.

The swordsman put away his wine gourd.

at the same time.

In the Wudang Mountain camp, a young man walked to the side of the spectator garden holding a banknote.

Another twenty thousand taels!

As expected, he is a disciple of the Wu-Dang Clan.

The old monk narrowed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Wudang Clan Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon actually has such a master!

These guys are really insidious.

However, he also brought many masters with him.

The next moment, at his signal, another tall monk jumped onto the ring.

This monk is tall and tall, and the monk's robe should originally be wide and covering his body, but at this moment, the monk's robe is tightly wrapped around his body, showing off those massive muscles to the fullest.

He looked at the young man in front of him expressionlessly.

The monk waved behind him, and a black black iron rod was thrown up.

The monk took the stick in his hand.

In the next second, he quickly rushed towards the young man from the Wudang Clan opposite.

This made the fat man in charge of collecting money frown.

But before he could make any move, a bank note was sent from Shaolin Temple.

The young man looked at the monk who rushed towards him. His right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword, but his left hand picked up the wine pot and took another sip. The next moment, a strong wind surged around him.

Ximen Chuxue, who was standing by the window, immediately had a dazzling light in his eyes.

He saw his own shadow in this young man.

More importantly, this young man took a different path from himself and had already touched the threshold of that level.

"Drunken Sword Immortal!" Ximen Chuxue said the name softly.

And, as the word came out, the young man suddenly drew out the sword in his hand, and the true energy surged behind him.

A scholar in a long gown immediately appeared between the surges of true energy.

He held a golden bowl in his hand, and the bowl was rippling with light yellow wine.

In contrast, a furious Vajra appeared behind the monk.

The furious Vajra was extremely majestic.

One hand held the Demon Subduing Lord, and the other hand was pinching the Demon Subduing Seal.

Suddenly, the young man moved!

The sword in his hand slashed forward, and all the colors between heaven and earth seemed to disappear.

Ximen Chuxue, his face was full of admiration.

He could feel that this guy was imitating the sword he chopped at the beginning.

Although he had only learned less than one or two levels of 100% of his skills, he was able to have such a natural imitation ability in such a short time. His future prospects are limitless.

This made Ximen Chuxue think of Ye Gucheng.

If there is anyone in the world who can make him feel sympathetic, it may be Ye Gucheng who may have died completely.

The monk was no match for the young man. The angry Vajra behind him was pierced by the sword in an instant. The monk also had a sword wound that almost cut him across the center, but the sword blade did not penetrate too deeply into the flesh.

It can be seen.

The young man has already shown mercy.

The young man slowly put away the long sword in his hand, but at this moment the monk in front of him suddenly moved again. He waved the black iron stick without any hesitation and shamelessly launched a sneak attack on the young man.

But the young man did not move, standing quietly in the same place.

The force wrapped in the black iron stick made everyone feel frightened.

It is not difficult to imagine that if the force of the black iron stick hit the young man, it would definitely kill him directly.

But this year he still did not move.

Ximen Chuxue sneered, and with his sneer.

The black iron stick suspended in the air immediately made a creaking sound of metal breaking, and then turned into metal debris.

"Who is this guy?"

Ximen Chuxue asked softly.

"His name is Song Qingshu." (End of this chapter)