The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 332
After explaining the method of rebooting, the old monk Pushan wanted to talk about it again. Xiang Yang stopped immediately, just joking, and if he talked for a while, he might be ordained ordained.

"That's right, master, Xiang has become quite obsessed with martial arts recently, and I want to ask you a lot of questions about this aspect. I hope the master can help you."

Xiang Yang's words made the old monk Pushan smile quite happily, shook his head, and slowed down the speed of twisting the beads.
"Is there anything that can't be perfected? Your father is my lay disciple of Leiyin Temple, and I taught him the skill of subduing the dragon and subduing the elephant. If you have any questions, just ask."

Hearing a piece of news that I don't know whether it is useful or useless, Xiang Yang thought about it in his heart, and tentatively told some doubts and embarrassments in his practice of the supreme magic skill of setting beads to subdue demons and the dragon claw hand. .

Of course, you can't directly say that you have practiced so many martial arts, otherwise Pushan might take him directly and return him to Leiyin Temple to question him, so he just opened up the question rather metaphorically, and the length should not exceed two sentences, so he was very careful.

Pushan was very happy to explain at the beginning, but as he talked, his brows became more and more wrinkled. Looking at Xiang Yang, he was also puzzled, thinking secretly,

"Why are the principles of martial arts in this question so profound? It's not that he has entered the martial arts school, and he will never realize that he has such martial arts?"

This is the same as learning. It is obvious to outsiders that it is at the level of the kindergarten class, but it turns out to ask a Two-dimensional equation. Isn’t this a joke?Is it possible that this is just keeping a low profile?
This is not right, if it is said that in an environment where competition is fierce and people may be murdered at any time, it is still somewhat possible, but the Xiang family in Yingcheng is the only one, there is no foreign enemy, and Xiang Wuque is only the only son, there is no one at all. Reasons to hide their strength.

Of course, Pu Shan also noticed that what Xiang Yang was asking about was the advanced martial arts of Buddhism, but the Dragon Subduing Elephant Kung Fu practiced by Xiang's family was originally Buddhist martial arts, so he didn't think too much about it.

However, Xiang Yang was taken aback by the old monk, thinking that the other party was aware of his martial arts foundation, so he hurriedly slapped him, and dared not continue to ask.

But even so, it has benefited a lot. Buddhist martial arts are naturally practiced properly by Buddhist masters. Xiang Yang estimated by himself that this clearing up of doubts will save him at least one to three years of training time.

"Young City Master, it is better to develop martial arts step by step. My Leiyin Temple martial arts has always had a solid foundation, the early stage is normal, and the stamina is endless. The more you practice, the more powerful you will be.

Don't be greedy for a moment, and miss your own future and safety. "

Xiang Yang knew the old monk's words very well, and this Leiyin Temple didn't know what the hell was going on, but Shaolin Temple's unique skills have always been that if you don't practice for decades, you can't become a master.

Not to mention, it takes three to forty years to practice from Wei Tuo Palm to Prajna Palm, and most of the remaining unique skills are the same. Therefore, most Shaolin masters are old men, and very few of them are famous all over the world at a young age.

"Haha, I don't know this, I just ask, there is no other meaning, master, it's getting late tonight, let's stop here, you can rest first."

Xiang Teng left the lecture hall, sent someone to arrange for the old monk to rest, then went back to the rather deserted courtyard, called back Xiang Tuo and Xiang Teng, and practiced martial arts in the empty courtyard.

Yunshi's inner strength is the incomparably superficial skill of subduing the dragon and subduing the elephant, and the moves are the two types of dragon claw hands and shadow-following legs. It was Xiang Yang's figure, and each figure showed a style of claw or leg.

Suddenly, all the figures dissipated, leaving only Xiang Yang in the center standing with his hands behind his back. He was tall and burly with a back.

"Sure enough, he is an eminent monk with profound cultivation. I can make this breakthrough with just a few words. Even if this person has not broken through innateness, he should not be much different from Xiang Wuque. Looking at it this way, Lao Tzu with this body is indeed have to."

While Xiang Yang was thinking, a strong wind came from behind him, as if someone was trying to kill him with a hidden weapon. A rather nimble little mink waved its little paw at him.

"Hey, this little beast is so strong, it's not as good as Luo Qi and his ilk. What did you eat to grow up?"

I thought it was a hidden weapon, but I didn't expect it to be a rather small and cute purple-haired marten, with small black eyes, twinkling, looking at Xiang Leng with a bleak killing intent.

One blow failed, and the little beast still wanted to make a move. Xiang Yang smiled lightly, and flicked his fingers with a sharp force, puffing through the air, forcing the little beast to jump forward, but it hit Xiangyang's arms.

Stretching out his hand, he picked up the little mink's fur with a dragon's claw hand, urged it vigorously, and the little beast limply fell down as if it had received an electric shock, and its calves were still stretched out.

"Little thing, the viciousness is not shallow, someone wants to kill me? No way, the original owner is a waste material, who has nothing to deal with such a waste material?"

Xiang Yang went back to the room, tied the little beast to the head of the bed like a rice dumpling, and slowly thought, if it wasn't for him, and Xiang borrowed from the original owner, he must have died under the claws of the little mink by now.

Just to be clear, the premise of this assassination is to call back all the guards, otherwise, even if he is useless, with Xiang Tuo and Xiang Teng at his side, the little beast will never succeed.

Someone knew about this gap, so he came to kill himself, could it be someone from this villa?
So what is the purpose?Is it hatred, or interest?Or is someone trying to test himself?

When Xiang Yang was thinking, in a remote corner of the villa, a beautiful woman dressed in old-fashioned clothes was unsure, secretly said,
"Why hasn't AhZi come back yet? Could it be that there was an accident? Impossible, this martial arts technique is poor, AhZi is clever, as long as he escapes the two reckless men, he will definitely hit him with one blow, wait a little longer."

This woman was invited by the villa to clean the house. She is very beautiful, but she doesn't want to hide evil intentions and wants to kill Xiang Yang.

"Squeak, squeak."

The little sable gradually woke up, but suddenly found that he was tied to the wooden railing at the head of the bed, screaming anxiously, the movement of the click, the powerful force even tore the cloth, and even the wooden railing was faintly shaken .

"It's really extraordinary. This kind of strength is a bit interesting. There is no internal strength and it is purely physical strength. It is definitely not the usual feeding method."

Xiang Yang tied up a little mink, so he certainly didn't have any bad intentions, but he didn't want to question the behind-the-scenes instigators, but just saw how amazing the little beast was, so he became interested and wanted to study it.

Leaving aside the mythical beasts like dragons and phoenixes in the distance, I don't know if there is a theory of dragon origin and phoenix blood. Ordinary small beasts, devouring heaven, material and earth treasures, may also have extraordinary performances, just like this little thing in front of us.

Xiang Yang took down the epee from the wall, and cut open a point of the little sable's hind legs with a very precise angle and technique. There was blood flowing out. Xiang Yang caught it and covered it with a small bottle, and was careful not to touch it. Wouldn't it be a sad reminder if it was poisonous? up?

"Find a time to let the genius doctor in the city take a look. I don't know if it can be used as a raw material for a medicinal diet. If it can, there will be another way to increase the skill in the future."

He had also swallowed the medicine python blood wine recently, so he started to think about it.

The little beast blinked its small black eyes pitifully, unaware that the man in front of him wanted to eat it.

(End of this chapter)