Chapter 168: The Withering Flowers, Revelation (Second Update! Please Subscribe! Please Monthly Tickets!)

Zhang Jun's round hand was full of Tai Chi power, which made Xuan Nan lose face. The dignified Shaolin monk actually roamed on the spot under Zhang Jun's palm, and then sat on the ground. This was really a mess.

However, Zhang Jun did not take action against Xuannan at this time, but instead said in a persuasion: "Master is attached to appearances. Martial arts are created by people. Since the master can create such martial arts, how can we know that no one in the world has created such martial arts like the master? Furthermore, martial arts is a way to introduce new things, and a new generation defeats the old people. Otherwise, if the martial arts world is inferior to the previous generations, wouldn't it soon decline? Master Xuannan just saw that his martial arts were learned by others, and in a blink of anger, he used the trick of dying together in a blink of anger!"

"Amitabha, the donor taught me that Junior Brother Xuannan, you are really attached to the appearance. My Buddha's Dharma is the essence, and this martial art is just a technique to strengthen the body and walk in the world and protect this body. Junior Brother attaches too much importance to it." With a gentle Buddha's name and a hoarse voice, a thin and thin monk stood up and said to Xuannan, who seemed extremely ashamed by the side.

The old monk with kind-looking eyes and a kind-looking face walked up and smiled slightly at Zhang Jun. It seemed that he was not affected by Zhang Jun's arrogant words that regarded the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple just now. He said in a kind and close to his junior, "Donor Zhang, my monk Xuan Ji, thank you for your mercy and politeness to me." After saying that, he put his palms together and bowed to Zhang Jun.

"How dare you bear such a great gift from the master?" Zhang Jun quickly moved away, his hands were floating, and a slight blue light from the cloud white lifted Xuan Ji, and Xuan Ji also stood up.

"However, I saw that the donor's fingering technique just now had reached an extremely profound and profound level, but I wanted to ask for advice." After Xuan Ji said that, he looked at Zhang Jun with an extremely clear gaze.

Zhang Jun felt very stressed at this moment, and there were even more duck pears. The old man with white eyebrows and wrinkles in front of him looked at you with a cute face, looking at me with a very pure look. Zhang Jun found that he really couldn't stand it anymore.

After expelling a long breath and expelling the other party's mental pressure, Zhang Juncai said: "That's true, I dare not obey orders!"

Then he gently picked up his fingers and secretly learned the copied flower-picking fingering method from the hands of the Great Wheel Mingwang, and immediately used it, just like the Buddha picking up a flower and smiling. All Buddhas suddenly understood it, taking the mind as the method, and the meaning of Kashyapa's smile, one invisible and formless way, and Dayin Ruoxi's fingering power broke through the air.

Xuan Ji is not an ordinary person. He devoted a lot of time to carefully study the fingering techniques among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin in his life. When talking about fingering, he was the first among the Xuan generation. His fingering skills were the most accomplished, and he immediately smiled at the flower-picking finger, but what he used was the more exquisite flower blooming in the fingering fingering.

The force of the fingers breaking through the air bursts one after another. This extreme shot tests the eyesight, ears, perception, fingering and understanding of the finger-piercing finger. If you are a little wrong, you will be penetrated by the other party's fingers immediately. The extremely dangerous competition between the two is still going on. Zhang Jun gently pointed it out in his hand, both of them are smiling. If the two most ordinary neighbors are talking and laughing, but only the constant sound of qi explosions in the air show the dangerous scenes of the two.

"Flowers bloom to see the Buddha!" ​​Zhang Jun's finger fingers changed slightly. Although they were subtle, they were exactly in line with Xuanji's fingering. The two fingers completed synchronization at this moment, and each click was almost done together.

When Xuan Ji saw that Zhang Jun was like his move, he immediately changed his fingering method again, "Be careful, this is the sixth style of the fingering method of picking flowers and keeping lotus at the bottom of the leaves."

After Xuan Ji finished speaking, his fingers suddenly changed again, twisted his fingers into flowers, and a stream of energy suddenly exploded, as if his fingers really twisted a lotus, and then a series of extremely feminine finger forces burst out, turning into several traces and shooting at Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun's eyes were tightly glaring at this time. Seeing Xuan Ji's technique change, his fingers also twisted his fingers into flowers. An icy energy burst out from it, leaving a water mist condensed by the cold true qi in the air, forming a white lotus shape made of water vapor on Zhang Jun's fingers, and then countless petals burst out and turned into flower-picking fingers toward Xuan Ji.

The two were in a stalemate again, but the series of explosions were even more intense, and the battle between the two was even more dangerous.

"Senior Brother Abbot, this person's fingering technique is even more exquisite than Xuan Ji. Should I take action..." Xuan Ku looked slightly sideways, and his face was solemn to transmit a voice to Xuan Ci.

"It's okay, the two of them are just having a fight and have no murderous intention, but this person actually knows so many Shaolin skills, which makes it hard to believe. I will try each other in person later." Xuan Ku didn't expect that Xuan Ci would reply like this and wanted to deal with him personally, which shocked him.

But then a loud bang made their attention focus again on Zhang Jun and Xuan Ji in front of him. Xuan Ji kept changing his moves, and after seven flower-picking fingering techniques, Zhang Jun did not lose at all. Instead, Zhang Jun used the same fingering technique as him at the same time. The thick true energy made Xuan Ji look solemn.

"Be careful, donor, you are going to change your moves. Polo Leaf Finger!" Seeing that he was unable to defeat his moves, Xuan Ji didn't care about what he said just now, and directly used Polo Leaf Finger to see if Zhang Jun was going to use the Polo Leaf Finger to clear all the moves with the Polo Leaf Finger.

But who expected that Zhang Jun also used the Polo Ye finger at the same time. The only thing that can determine who wins and loses is the only personal skill and experience. However, Zhang Jun is not short of these two, while Xuan Ji on the opposite side was at a disadvantage. He could still deal with the feminine force of the flower finger. But if it were such a domineering finger, the two of them would look at which finger strength was stronger. Almost at the moment of the confrontation, the two blocked the strength and the weak. After the finger force between the two was stormed, Zhang Jun's Polo Ye finger force directly broke through Xuan Ji's finger force, and three or four blood flowers burst out straight in Xuan Ji's chest.

"Senior brother..."

"Junior brother..."

Seeing this, several people shouted suddenly. For a moment, several finger forces suddenly appeared. Shaolin's unique skills appeared one by one, Wuxiangjie Finger, and one finger Zen skill. In an instant, three finger forces appeared in front of Zhang Jun that seemed to break through the space. Zhang Jun just smiled slightly when he saw this. The true energy on his body was erect, and the golden bell cover immediately stopped several finger forces. But he flew to Xuan Ji, and a yang finger force directly touched the several large acupoints around the wound. Xuan Ji also felt that Zhang Jun had no intention of killing his acupoints, so he was letting Zhang Junshiwei and asked Zhang Jun to point him to stop the bleeding.

"The donor's skill is profound and extraordinary, and his fingering is extremely exquisite, no less than that of the poor monk. This time, I lost the competition." Xuan Ji's face remained unchanged, and admitted his failure calmly, which made Zhang Jun feel a sense of respect. It has to be said that sometimes although the bald donkey's stubbornness seems a bit annoying, sometimes their calmness and compassion are still admirable.

"Master Xuanji has praised it. I am just relying on my advanced skills, but my real fingering is still inferior to Master." Zhang Jun was also a compliment, giving Xuanji a step.

However, Xuan Ji did not change anything because of Zhang Jun's words. He still looked slightly smiling and did not have any hostility towards Zhang Jun. He returned to Xuan Ci's side, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, causing Xuan Ci's face to change for several layers. Then he sighed, and said to Zhang Jun: "I don't know why the donor wants to borrow the Sutra Pavilion of this temple?"

Although Zhang Jun's expression was still moving, he was very happy in his heart. Xuan Ci's words immediately meant that he had a chance to succeed in this matter. "I entered the Sutra Pavilion of the Temple to ask for a senior. That senior stayed in the Sutra Pavilion of the Temple for decades. After learning about it, he came uninvited, hoping to see that senior."

"Hmm!" Xuan Ci and his men frowned when they heard this. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun actually said this. There was a master in the Shaolin Sutra Library. Who was that person? He was a hidden monk in Shaolin? Or was an outsider coming to Shaolin Temple Sutra Library to steal books? Xuan Ci immediately made up his mind that after today, he would definitely conduct strict review and review of the Sutra Library!

"Just just now, my junior brother Xuan Ji, suggested to me that I could borrow you for several days, but I hope you can answer the question for the lower-class people!" Xuan Ci finished speaking and suddenly took action. As the true energy was swelling, the monk's robe seemed to be filled with wind, and suddenly expanded. With a wave of his arms, a cassock, led by his arms, and a robe hit the bronze incense burner next to him with a surging storm. The two collided, and a trembling sound that resounded throughout the square suddenly rushed towards Zhang Jun standing aside with a black shadow.

Zhang Jun saw a bronze incense burner with a strong wind in front of him, and he just wanted to curse, "Damn it!" Your sneak attack was too shameless, but then, Zhang Jun subconsciously wanted to use the same method of the other party to repay the color, but he was stunned when he just had this idea. It turned out that Xuan Ci used the robes to subdue demons. The skill of the robes was used, and in the blink of an eye, it could make a long robes of the robes like gold and iron, carrying the power of swallowing mountains and rivers to subdue demons.

However, when Zhang Jun wanted to perform it, he had trouble. As the name suggests, the magic robes of the cassock must be used. However, Zhang Jun is wearing tight martial arts clothes now, and there is no such thing as sleeve robes to perform. He cursed secretly. Facing the incense burner that was already carrying the turbulent wind, Zhang Jun subconsciously slapped a big Vajra palm, dong! Another huge sound, a sound like a yellow bell echoed in everyone's ears.

What surprised Xuanci was that the incense burner that was originally shot out by his robes was steadily taken down by Zhang Jun's palm. No trace of skill was used, and he pushed it down in the most rigid way. When Zhang Jun lowered the incense burner in front of him, everyone clearly saw that there were two palm prints on the bronze outer wall of the incense burner, one of which was sunken, and the same palm print was protruding on the wall opposite the sunken. Zhang Jun's Great Vajra Palm, with one palm, penetrated the copper furnace, which caused such consequences.

"Da Vajra Palm! Sure enough? How are you proficient in so many Shaolin skills? Please give me an explanation!" Before Xuan Ci could get angry, he took the lead in questioning.

Zhang Jun was too lazy to talk to the other party, so he first lifted his feet that had fallen into the cracked bluestone slab, and then said with a hint of anger: "Master Xuanci, I think your Shaolin Temple has almost forgotten the ancestor teachings of Master Bodhidharma. What kind of martial arts is Master Bodhidharma famous for? The 72 unique skills of Shaolin?"

"Don't forget that the Master Bodhidharma in Shaolin Temple is famous for his four unique skills. The Golden Bell Mask is responsible for defense, the Yijin Sutra is responsible for internal energy, the Marrow Cleansing Sutra is responsible for spirit, and the Boy's Practice is responsible for practicing the pure yang energy of the Boy. These four martial arts are the foundation of Shaolin. The so-called seventy-two unique skills and other unique skills are all the branches and boundaries, and are all methods of extension and application of these four great magical skills. Now, the monks do not focus on the practice of the four great magical skills, but instead learn this so-called unique skills. It is really putting the cart before the horse and pursuing the root of the root."

"I have achieved something in the Yijin Jing. You will naturally know the principles at first sight. You only need to read the script and copy it according to the gourd. It is not easy. You can learn your unique skills one by one. Moreover, with the deep internal strength of the Yijin Jing, its power is even better than you." Zhang Jun sneered. In fact, this is an exaggeration. The so-called Yijin Jing is based on the basis of the Yijin Jing, but it is too bragging to learn it at a glance. Zhang Jun only uses the simulation ability of the Wuxiang Divine Art and the internal energy of the Yijin Jing to perfectly simulate these unique skills. Of course, it is essentially different from the Jiumozhi using the Wuxiang Divine Art to promote the seventy-two unique skills. After all, Jiumozhi is driven by Taoist true qi, while Zhang Jun uses his own Yijin Jing as a driving force, which is completely a genuine Shaolin unique skill.

Then Zhang Jun took off his windbreaker outside, wrapped his hand, and poured his skills into it. The cassock magic Technique appeared again. In the horror of everyone's eyes, Zhang Jun's Yijin Jing's true energy was activated, and the incense burner, which was originally shot out by Zhang Jun, suddenly rotated and flew back to its original position. When it landed, its strength disappeared and its voice was almost gone. It was clearly a manifestation of Zhang Jun's control of power reached its peak.

Zhang Jun said something and added the live demonstration, they could not believe it. Xuan Ci Xuan Nan and others were shocked, and they all showed shame and anger. They all recited a Buddha's name and bowed to Zhang Jun.

"Hey! I didn't expect that I thought I had studied Shaolin's unique skills for decades, which was rare in the entire history of Shaolin Temple. But I didn't expect that it was just a move to lose the roots and ends, which was really ridiculous." Xuan Ji's bitter laughter made everyone's face darker, and he also lamented. He suddenly recited the Boruopa Lami Heart Sutra several times in his heart, calmed down before he said again.
Chapter completed!