Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 284 Chu Pingsheng: Qiao Feng, are you worthy?

Duan Yu quickly agreed: "Oh, yes, yes, yes, Miss Abi is right."

"That's right."

Chu Pingsheng said: "Why can't I be his master?"

Duan Yu looked at the three girls, tapped his forehead with a folding fan, his eyes dimmed: "How can any master treat his apprentice as a living sword manual and sell it to others?"

"Did you tell Jiumozhi how to practice the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

"of course not."

"Then you didn't tell him, so you didn't realize the value of the sword manual. How did you start talking about this business? Master sees that you have a deep relationship with Buddhism and have a long life of more than a hundred years. There is no sign of a short life, so this means that master and disciple can work together and be wise. Get the Tubo Master’s martial arts secret book.”

Duan Yu was defeated by his logic and opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute.

Murong Fu's eldest maid A'Zhu wears a light crimson gauze shirt, her skin is crystal clear, and her beautiful eyes are extraordinary. Compared with the second maid A Bi, she is less gentle and charming and more innocent.

Duan Yu reluctantly walked over and stood beside him.

"You, the monk, are clearly trying to make excuses. If we hadn't met you, Mr. Duan would have been poured with vegetable oil by Jiumozhi and set on fire."

"You...you..."

Duan Yu said dullly: "No."

"Oh."

Bao BuTong turned sideways, raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed his arm.

Chu Pingsheng asked: "So did master lie to you?"

The four elders Song, Xi, Chen and Wu saw their eyelids twitching. Now they believe what Bao BuTong and Wang Yuyan said. This young monk in his early twenties is really fierce.

Abi saw that Bao BuTong was in danger, and she was so worried that her face turned pale: "Miss Wang, please help Bao Sange quickly. If this continues, Bao Sange won't be able to hold on for long."

Wang Yuyan and A'Zhu were also in a normal mood. They never expected that things would turn out like this. Duan Yu, a bookworm, would fool the monk into losing his mind with just a few words.

"Bao Dingbu, now it's time to settle the account of you fanning the flames behind the scenes."

Chu Pingsheng said: "Didn't I tell you that Duan Yuji has his own destiny? If he meets you, his life should not be cut off, and apprentice... think about it carefully, what did you say as a teacher? Take you with me. Go find the fairy sister you miss so much."

"Then you're still standing with them, why don't you come over obediently?"

Abi pointed at the monk, then at him, stamped her feet, and complained angrily: "Idiot!"

Although he knew that Wang Yuyan was younger than him and could not be the fairy sister corresponding to the stone statue in Langhuan Paradise, it was unreasonable to say that Monk Kong had not fulfilled his promise when he became a disciple. After all, she was so similar to the stone statue that she was so similar to Manman. As soon as Tuoshanzhuang met her, she bowed her head and worshiped her, calling her the fairy sister. She couldn't even tell her apart, let alone take advantage of her master.

Duan Yu looked confused, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He scratched his scalp frantically and nodded in agreement.

What kind of claw skill is this?
Nirvana grasp? Dragon claw hand? Tiger claw hand?
No, Shaolin Kung Fu is famous for its fierceness and domineering. Even stunts like the Flower Finger and Duo Luo Ye Finger are at most gentle, not at all like the claws wielded by the monks, which are sinister and extremely vicious.

Chu Pingsheng did not dodge, he pressed down amidst the exclamations of the Beggar Clan disciples, and used his claws to resist the long sword. His five fingers scraped across the sword's body, accompanied by a sharp sound and sparks shooting out.

Chu Pingsheng suddenly took action, ignoring the sword pointed at him, and pressed Bao BuTong's head with his claw.

"Humph."

He pointed at Wang Yuyan: "Have I done it?"

Wang Yuyan was also anxious, but there was no point in being anxious. She couldn't recognize what kind of martial arts the monk was using.

"Abi, it's not that I don't want to help Brother Bao, it's just that... there are no books recording the martial arts he used in the Langhuan Jade Cave. I don't know how to decipher his moves."

Abi thought Bao BuTong could hold on for a while, but she couldn't make two moves. The long sword in her hand was knocked away by Chu Pingsheng. The Nine Yin White Bone Claw took advantage of the opportunity and pressed it on Bao BuTong's head, following the Baihui point. After contacting the Laogong acupoint, the true energy in Bao BuTong's body surged out uncontrollably. His eyes turned white and he couldn't bear it. His body became softer and softer, and he fell to his knees with a pop.

"Great method of transforming energy?!"

Quan Guanqing thought of a rumor in the world and said in shock: "This monk is Ding Chunqiu's disciple!"

When Duan Yu was about to explain to him that it was not the magic power transformation technique, but the Beiming magic technique, Qiao Feng, who had been silent and waiting to see what happened, took action.

"Let him go!"

He made a vertical movement and shot a flying dragon in the sky. The wind blew out of his palm and a sonic boom followed.

"Are you the only one who brought your own speakers?"

Chu Pingsheng did not move his left hand, turned slightly sideways, raised his right hand, moved Qi to the three yangs, and Shi Shenlong waved its tail to greet him.

Ang...the dragon roars.

Crazy energy rushed out, and the palms of the two collided in the air. With a pop, the loess and dead leaves on the ground rose into the air, turning into a clockwise whirlwind, blowing the clothes of the Beggar Clan disciples. Keep retreating.

Even the four elders Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu could not open their eyes, looking horrified. This empty monk really knew how to subdue the dragon with the twenty-eight palms!
Qiao Feng was forced to the ground, his long hair was wild, his face was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who taught you the Dragon Subduing Palm?"

Chu Pingsheng said calmly: "Does this have anything to do with you?"

"The Twenty-eight Palms of the Dragon Subduing Palm are the secrets of the Beggar Clan that are not passed down. I am the leader of the Beggar Clan. Do you think I have anything to do with it?"

"Martial arts in the world can only be obtained by those who are destined to do so. Who stipulates that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms can only be used by members of the Beggar Clan? Qiao Feng, you are too lenient."

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?
Qiao Feng noticed that the monk used "eighteen", but what he learned was the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms.

ho ho ho ho...

Bao BuTong was still being held by Chu Pingsheng. If he was just trembling slightly just now, he was trembling wildly now. He was panting like a cow and his facial features were distorted. It seemed that a layer of fat had been sucked out of his big face, making him lose a lot of weight.

Qiao Feng knew it would be too late if he didn't take action, so he pushed forward with both hands, and then pulled back violently. He used the Dragon Capturing Skill, and the dead branches on the ground rolled back, and a strong suction force went straight to Baoteng.

"Are you the only one who can retrieve objects from the air?"

Still that faint voice.

I saw the monk wave his right hand, lightly draw a semicircle with his palm, and clasp his five fingers. Opposite suction forces emerged, completely breaking the Dragon Capturing Skill. The dead branches and leaves on the ground made a crunching sound under the action of the two suction forces, and shattered into pieces. ground powder.

Wu Changfeng screamed strangely: "Crane Controlling Skill?!"

"..."

The remaining elders and the disciples of the Beggar Clan were speechless. They did not expect to have the opportunity to see the duel between the two martial arts skills of retrieving objects from the air, the Dragon Capture Hand and the Crane Control Technique.

By the way, how come this monk knows everything?
For the disciples of the Beggar Clan, their leader Qiao Feng is a great master and hero. Once he takes action, he will be invincible. However, today's situation has opened their eyes and shocked them. Whether it was the Dragon Capturing Skill, the young monk caught them all, and they fought evenly.

At this moment, there was a "pop" sound, Bao BuTong stopped shaking, scarlet blood dripped from his forehead, and the monk's five fingers actually penetrated deeply into his skull.

shuh...

As he pulled out his fingers, a streak of bright red fell onto the ground covered with dead leaves.

Bao BuTong's body tilted and he died.

Qiao Feng tried twice but failed to change his outcome.

Looking at Monk Kong again, his fingers were dripping with blood and his face was stern. He didn't look like a compassionate monk at all, but more like a murderous demon.

"Brother Bao San..."

Abi and A'Zhu cried out sadly. One rushed to the corpse and cried bitterly, while the other raised his palm to slap Chu Pingsheng.

Snapped.

His backhand was a slap.

The beating caused Abi to fall to the ground, her cheeks red and swollen.

"I kill you!"

As soon as A'Zhu saw his sister being beaten, he picked up the different swords and stabbed her randomly. Unexpectedly, Chu Pingsheng clamped his sword fingers and stopped the long sword in the middle.

Ding.

With a crisp sound, the long sword shattered, and the three-inch sword tip was shot towards Qiao Feng, forcing him to dodge sideways and losing the chance to take action. Chu Pingsheng slapped A'Zhu again, causing A'Zhu to stagger and cover his head. His face was filled with tears and he was glaring.

Wang Yuyan stepped forward to support her and looked at him with the same hostility.

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color. Don't think that I will show mercy if you are beautiful. In the eyes of my monk, there is no difference between men and women."

Gan Baobao happened to follow the sound and heard the eight words "form is emptiness, emptiness is form" and gritted his teeth with hatred. At that time, when she was sitting in the monk's arms twisting around in the awning boat, he was thinking the same thing.

"This... this... Master... Master, why did you... kill Brother Bao San?"

Duan Yu was very distressed. He never expected that Master Baoist could be so cruel and ruthless. The "Brother Bao San" who he called his brother a few days ago was now a dead body with five holes in his head.

Qiao Feng said coldly: "Your Majesty, what kind of hero do you think you are?"

Chu Pingsheng said: "I am not a hero, I am a monk."

(End of this chapter)