Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 347 You have a flying dragon riding on your face, I have essential oil to open your back

Chu Pingsheng had experienced the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle of Du'e, Du'nan and Dujie in the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, so he naturally knew what the three evolutionary circles were trying to do in trying to squeeze and gather the sixth-level charged Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"interesting."

The old monk with white eyebrows looked slightly bitter, as if he had not expected that he still had the strength to speak. What did this mean? It was simple, he still had the strength to spare.

It was not known whether Murong Bo, who had been watching the fight, suddenly made a move because he heard Monk Kongxu speak and was worried that Monk Baimei would be defeated, or because he was planning to take advantage of Monk Baimei's illness to kill him. His Sanhe Finger broke through the air with a hissing sound and hit Chu Pingsheng's back.

In the current situation, Xiao Yuanshan was suppressed by Wuyazi, Xuan Ci was seriously injured, Shenshan Shangren had a broken arm, Ku Rong and Xiao Feng were disabled, and the remaining Murong Fu, Ben Guan, Xuan Chan and others could not even beat You Tanzhi and Duan Yu. Those who were even worse, such as Quan Guanqing and Duan Zhengchun, could not even get close to Monk Kongxu and Monk Baimei.

Only someone of his level could change the situation through sneak attacks.

Li Qiu Shui hesitated for a moment, then suddenly slapped out with his palm.

Murong Bo became alert and quickly changed his moves, using his fingers to move his palm, and broke Bai Hong's palm power in one pop, but he was forced back to his original position.

"Murong Bo, do you know that he is not only my junior fellow apprentice, but also the head of Xiaoyao Sect?"

"You...you are..."

When Murong Bo heard this voice, his face turned quite ugly.

Li Qiushui had been wearing a veil. Although he had doubts, he did not dare to recognize her. At this time, the other party stopped him from attacking and started talking. How could he not know that this woman was his sister-in-law's mother, the Queen Mother of the Western Xia Kingdom.

"Humph."

Li Qiushui didn't say much. Her body was as swaying as a willow or flying like a crabapple blossom. She moved her cold sleeves to brush the acupoint on Murong Bo's shoulder.

Murong Bo quickly used the Sanhe Finger to resist.

Just as the two men were using their fingers and palms to counter each other's moves, a gust of wind suddenly swept by, breaking the air pressure of the Dragon Subduing Palm and the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle, and struck Chu Pingsheng's back with the force of thunder.

Murong Bo glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, his heart was shocked, and then he was ecstatic.

Because the person who attacked Monk Kongxu was none other than his "good friend" Jiumozhi.

Everyone thought that Jiumozhi had some friendship with Monk Kongxu, but they did not expect that he would be the one who betrayed the most fiercely at the critical moment.

Su Xinghe and others were furious.

"Jiumozhi, you dare!"

However, at this moment, yelling and cursing is useless.

Jiumozhi ignored them, staring at the scattered air currents with murderous intent in his eyes. He lowered his head slightly, and held a ball of flaming sword energy in his palm, pressing it against Chu Pingsheng's back.

If you ask him why he attacked Monk Kongxu, his mentality is actually quite complicated.

As the abbot of the Dalun Temple, Jiumozhi has the title of "Dalun Mingwang". He has always been arrogant and conceited, and coveted the top martial arts in the world. He first made a deal with Murong Bo, and then went to the Tianlong Temple to plot for the Six Meridians Divine Sword. After meeting the monk Kongxu, he obtained the Small Wuxiang Gong through a deal, which enabled him to perform many of the 72 unique skills. Later, he obtained the Yi Jin Jing in Leigushan. He practiced, but his progress was very slow. The reason why he challenged the Shaolin Temple today is, first, to become famous, and second, to force Xuanci to open the Sutra Library to him, looking for an opportunity to break through the bottleneck.

He believed himself to be extremely talented, especially after he learned the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, he was able to use Shaolin unique skills such as the Flower Picking Finger, Indra's Grasp, and the Wuxiang Jie Finger with ease, and his self-confidence was overflowing. When he met Monk Kongxu again on Leigushan Mountain, the other party was forced to use the Yi Jin Jing in exchange for help. At that time, he felt that Monk Kongxu was just slightly stronger than him. Until he looked all the way over and saw the battle between Monk Kongxu and the White-browed Monk, his "Tao heart" collapsed at once, and the jealousy and resentment caused by the loss could not be suppressed no matter how hard he tried.

He also saw that the dignified Emperor of Liao was arrested and insulted by Monk Kongxu at will, while Xiao Feng and Murong Fu, who had made deals with him and seemed to have taken advantage of him, did not have a good ending. He was worried that he would have a similar ending.

After all the concerns, his emotions finally got out of control. He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and launched a brutal sneak attack.

"Ok?"

Just when he was less than half a foot away from Monk Kongxu, a black shadow came up from below with a sound of breaking through the air and hit his face. The speed was so fast that he had no time to think. He bent his palm downward and pressed it hard, colliding with the black shadow.

puff.

The power of the flaming sword palm encountered no resistance and easily shattered a layer of soft and elastic objects. However, the remaining internal force was like a drop in the ocean, and there was not even an echo when it was thrown down.

When he realized something was wrong and wanted to shake his opponent off, he found that his palm seemed to be sucked by something and he couldn't get free at all, while the internal force in his dantian was like water flowing out from a floodgate, gushing out continuously.

The Divine Art of the North Sea?

not good!

He knew that Monk Kongxu knew the Beiming Divine Art, but he didn't expect that the boy could not only touch people's acupoints with his hands and absorb their internal energy, but he could also do it with his feet.

Yes, until he realized something was wrong and as his trouser legs fell down, he realized that the soft and elastic thing that had just broken was a monk's shoe that had been worn not long ago, and the thing that sucked his palm... was a foot, very white, whiter than the skin of an average woman, and... it didn't smell, but was quite fragrant.

Jiumozhi's state stunned everyone. Chu Pingsheng stood on one foot, with the power of the dragon subduing in his right palm against the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle, his left hand slightly lowered, and his right leg very softly hooked up to the height of his back, parallel to Jiumozhi's palm.

If he was not a monk, but a woman, and put on a colorful dance costume, with this posture, he would definitely be a first-class dancer.

However, this thought only stayed in the minds of those who saw this scene for less than three seconds before it was replaced by a spontaneous fear.

Because the monk who made this seductive pose turned his head.

The body didn't move, but the head moved, turning 180 degrees.

That’s right, I was looking at the Sweeping Monk just now, and now I’m looking at Jiumozhi.

The soul of the abbot of the Snow Mountain Dalun Temple was about to fly into the sky. If his body had not been out of control, the word "ghost" would have already jumped out of his throat.

"Are you surprised? I've only been practicing the Shenzu Sutra for two months. This Indian yoga technique... is really good..."

After saying this, his head turned from 180 degrees to 270 degrees, twisting towards the direction of Xuanci and Azhu.

"It's the Yi Jin Jing that was stolen from Shaolin Temple. Actually... this thing contains two scriptures in one book. Why do you all look at me like this? Speaking of which, I feel that the martial arts of India are somewhat related to the devil's way. This is true for Buddhism and this one as well."

He explained to everyone very seriously the origin of the exciting scene before their eyes, but everyone still looked at him with fear, and no one dared to say anything even when he mocked Buddhism.

If someone can still survive after turning his head 270 degrees, is he still a human being?

Ah Zi stuttered to You Tanzhi, "You... didn't you also practice the Shenzu Sutra? Why can't you... can't you be like Dad?"

The junior fellow thought for a long time and said, "Sister, maybe... I haven't practiced it to the fullest yet."

When he practiced the Shenzu Sutra, the most he could do was to roll himself into a ball, with his limbs intertwined and twisted in various ways, making his bones softer and more resilient, but he was still far from being as anti-human as his cheap master.

You Tanzhi naturally didn't know this. Even if he practiced the Shenzu Sutra for his entire life, he would not be able to move the joints of his entire body as freely as Chu Pingsheng could without bones.

As early as when he was practicing the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, Chu Pingsheng could reverse his wrist joints. Later, he obtained the Tianshan Zhemei Hand, which enabled him to rotate freely from his fingers to his elbows. It also softened his tendons and bones, and even secreted a kind of oily sweat. From then on, no one could lock his hands in the field of grappling.

It was not until he returned to Xiaojing Lake from Xixia Kingdom that he tried the postures in the Shenzu Sutra when he had nothing better to do. In addition to the improvement in his internal strength, the [Mahayana Paradise Demon Body] actually extended the above changes to his entire body.

At that time, he thought that if he continued to evolve in this way, he would not be surprised if he turned into a mass of meat that could change freely, have thoughts, and have consciousness. There was a blood demon in Shushan, or... a flesh demon himself? Or... a tentacle monster... It was not impossible.

“Let…let…go…let go…” Jiumozhi said tremblingly while his whole body was twitching.

In the past, he could have risked damaging his meridians to repel anyone who was performing the Bei Ming Divine Art, but now, for some reason, he had no control over his body at all. His internal energy was like a flood that was about to burst its banks and suddenly opened up a vent and "joyfully" flowed away.

Chu Pingsheng kept his chest forward and his face backward, maintaining this rather strange posture and said, "Jiumozhi, you have been practicing internal energy recently. Do you often feel swelling in the Shenmen acupoint, and the Qi is occasionally out of balance? At night... especially at midnight, you feel a dull pain in the top of your head?"

"..."

Yes, just as he said, all these problems were true.

"Then do you know why I gave you the Yi Jin Jing? Xiao Wu Xiang Gong is a Taoist practice, and Yi Jin Jing is a Buddhist secret book. Do you think your body can withstand practicing both? What's more, the Xiao Wu Xiang Gong you are using is missing the 'Geng' scroll."

"You... are... you..."

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly.

bald monk;

The person faces forward and faces backward;

Smiling eyes;
The figure of the dancer;
Deep scheming.

Jiumozhi felt that his figure was getting taller and bigger, as if he had turned into a giant demon with a green face and fangs, surrounded by wronged souls, evil spirits, and the Yellow Springs Evil.

"You...you are not a human...not a human..."

"No, I am a human being. I am a monk."

Chu Pingsheng's head slowly turned to the front. He slowly raised his drooping left hand with four fingers stretched out. The Shangyang Sword, Guanchong Sword, Zhongchong Sword and Shaoze Sword, four swords were fired at the same time, two black and two white, forming a yin and yang long sword, which broke through the white-browed old monk's wall of energy bit by bit and advanced forward.

ps: Oh, the timing was wrong.

(End of this chapter)