The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 140 Nianhua Finger

Faced with this sharp finger, Ji Chuan's face remained unchanged. He was going to take the finger forcefully and try the 72 moves of the Heavenly Demon Hand that he had just pondered over the past few days.

Although I haven't fully comprehended it yet, I can still give it a try, just to try it out with Shaolin disciples.

The 72 moves of the Heavenly Demon Hand were originally a unique art with bloody hands. Although the supreme master Ling Donglai deciphered them all, it is also a person who has seen the way of heaven and cannot be speculated by ordinary people.

Therefore, it is still difficult to conceal its infinite power.

All of a sudden, Ji Chuan's five fingers changed indefinitely, and in Wu Shan's eyes, they suddenly became unreal, like overlapping images.

With a cold drink, the palm of Ji Chuan's hand was wrapped in a layer of black ink-like zhenqi, and the magic flame rolled and rolled between the dancing fingers, and then met the sharp finger like lightning.

There was no earth-shattering sound, and as soon as the fingers and palms touched, Wu Shan's face, which was originally full of smirks, suddenly became unbelievable, and he took a few steps back unbearably.

His fingers were aching, and a black air was spreading from his fingertips. His face couldn't help but change, and he quickly used Buddhist exercises to resist the ominous black air.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing?" Wu Shan asked incredulously with an ugly face.

Ji Chuan stood where he was, without moving the slightest bit, and the two decided against each other. It was because Ji Chuan hadn't used the spiritual power of the Dao Heart Demon.

Otherwise, Wu Shan won't be able to please him today, which is why Ji Chuan doesn't want to offend Shaolin too much for the time being.

Ji Chuan smiled coldly and said, "Tianmo Hand 72, what? Does Master still have the confidence to send me to Shaolin for suppression?"

"Heavenly Demon Hand?" Wu Shan's mind raced rapidly, and he racked his brains and couldn't think of any sect that has this kind of martial arts, which is really weird.

His Iron Finger Zen Strength has already been cultivated to the state of great achievement, and Iron Finger Zen Strength is the basic internal strength of One Finger Zen, and when it reaches its peak, it can open monuments and crack stones.

It is conceivable how terrifying it would be if it acted on humans.

The one-finger Zen is known as "the first finger in Shaolin". It can even injure people from a distance by concentrating internal force, especially good at acupuncture.

However, he is not qualified to practice this martial art yet.

Even among Shaolin's 72 unique skills, One Finger Zen is a top-ranked martial art.

"Are you a disciple of the Demon Sect?" Wu Shan pondered for a while, but he still didn't come to a conclusion, but he could get a glimpse of it by seeing the name of his martial arts.

The anger faded from Wu Shan's face, and he knew through the move just now that he was no match for Ji Chuan, if he were a senior brother, he would have slapped Ji Chuan to death.

Thinking of this, Wu Shan looked at his senior in embarrassment, and originally planned to teach Ji Chuan a lesson, but he didn't expect to be taught a lesson instead, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Amitabha, thank you benefactor for your mercy, but today my brother and I must bring benefactor Ye back to Shaolin."

Wu Zhen uttered a Buddha's name, and sincerely thanked Ji Chuan, but he still didn't have the slightest intention of giving in.

From the move just now, Wu Zhen could see that Ji Chuan was showing mercy.

Wuzhen will not let it go, Ji Chuan has guessed, he wants to save Ye Qingming today, but these two people alone cannot stop him or take him away.

"The master is only in the innate realm, why is he so confident, be careful that Feng Da flashes his tongue."

Ji Chuan sneered, at his innate level, he had never been afraid of anyone, at worst it would be a tie, and it was not so easy to beat him.

"Don't be ashamed!"

When Wu Shan heard this, he was rarely angry, and looked at Ji Chuan with some sympathy. He thought his senior brother was the same as him?
The difference in Wuzhen's strength between him and his senior brother is incomparable.

It's not self-effacing, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive under his senior brother's hand.

Wu Shan thought silently, then looked at Ji Chuan teasingly.

"Hehe, that's not the case with the benefactor, he is bound to get it." Wu Zhen smiled lightly, with an indifferent look, and Ji Chuan sneered while watching, just pretending.

In a place where Buddhism is purely cultivated, Wuzhen, as a monk, speaks in a dignified manner.

After finishing speaking, Wu Zhen straightened his body a bit, and suddenly stretched out a hand, with a strange smile on his face, which formed a strong contrast with the indifference just now.

However, this smile made Ji Chuan feel threatened, and his face became serious.

At this time, Wuzhen was like a scourge compared to just now, making Ji Chuan tense all over, and really felt the threat.

"This monk..." Ji Chuan frowned, Wuzhen had been hiding his clumsiness all along, and it was really surprising that he erupted outright at this moment.

Wuzhen stretched out his hand, slightly closed his index finger and middle finger, and smiled, and I became a Buddha.

Shaolin 72 unique skills, finger finger!

"Nianhua finger!"

With a sly smile on Wu Zhen's face, he pointed out lightly with his finger, like a flood of beasts attacking Ji Chuan.

Ji Chuan was stunned immediately, and the Heavenly Demon Hand immediately slapped out, colliding with the Nianhua Finger, and the invisible qi collided fiercely.

"Dengdengdeng..."

Ji Chuan stepped back a few steps in a row, a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the blood in his body was concussed.

And Wuzhen only took half a step back, his face was calm, as if he hadn't suffered any injuries.

"Amitabha, the benefactor should not be obstinate. The benefactor Ye and my brother and I must bring them back to Shaolin." Wu Zhen said lightly.

Let’s talk about it now, and it’s different from the deterrence just now. Showing strength will definitely be awed by others, and the weight of words will also be different.

All the audience around are like this, let alone Ji Chuan?

"What was that move called just now?" Ji Chuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, rubbed his chest, and asked in a cold voice.

Wu Zhen said indifferently: "Look at the flowers and smile, and hold the flowers with your fingers!"

Ji Chuan frowned, and asked in doubt: "Shaolin 72's unique skill, the flower finger?"

This reminded him of the 72 stunts in Shaolin in his previous life. He didn't expect that Shaolin Temple in Daqin also had such tricky martial arts.

It can be seen that Wuzhen holding the flower finger has quite a Buddhist charm, implying Buddhist Zen principles, so the power is so great.

This is the case with Buddhism. The deeper you study Buddhism, the more thoroughly you understand Zen principles, the easier it will be to practice Buddhist skills, and the faster you will comprehend.

Shaolin's 72 stunts are known to everyone in the Jianghu. They are so powerful that they are not direct disciples of Shaolin, so they are not taught at all.

"What do you think about the donor? Don't be obsessed with it."

Wuzhen has been trying to persuade Ji Chuan not to intervene, he felt the danger from Ji Chuan, and he always felt that Ji Chuan had reservations about the move just now.

Moreover, Ji Chuan's face was flat, without the slightest hint of frustration.

Wu Zhen didn't want to continue fighting with Ji Chuan, he was rarely so unsure about a person, and he met one today.

Therefore, Wu Zhen hoped that Ji Chuan would be able to retreat despite difficulties, even though he knew that the hope was very small, but he was willing to give it a try.

There was a sneer on the corner of Ji Chuan's mouth, he really thought he was defeated, he was thinking too much.

"Da da da……"

At this moment, behind Wuzhen and Wushan, there came rhythmic voices.

Looking at the person coming, Ji Chuan showed a smile, a weird smile.

Seeing this, Wuzhen's expression suddenly tightened, and he quickly looked behind him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

(End of this chapter)