Chapter 482 One Force Down Ten Times, One Palm Breaks Ten Thousand Spells.
"Hehe, is it serious?"
There was a mocking smile on the corner of Guishou's mouth, and he said coldly: "Compared to Yanyu Tower and Qingcheng Temple, I think it is already very polite!"
The massacre of Yanyulou and Qingcheng Guanxuan-level masters has spread throughout the ancient martial arts world in the past few days. Shaolin, who is the Big Dipper of Mount Tai in the ancient martial arts world, naturally got the news early.
On the surface, Shaolin seems to be as calm as usual, but in fact, all the disciples in the temple, especially the monks, have received orders from the abbot, and they are fully prepared to deal with possible emergencies at any time.
Just now Shaolin abbot Jue Ren received a report from the Zhike monk at the foot of the mountain, saying that a disciple from Wanyao Valley came to settle grievances, he guessed that the other party was the person who slaughtered all the masters of Yanyulou and Qingcheng Guanxuan, so he sent Jueming, the elder of Zhiketang, down the mountain look at the situation.
After Jueming went down the mountain, he saw that Fang Bai and Guishou were a prefecture-level junior warrior and the other was a Xuan-level intermediate warrior, so he felt a little contemptuous, thinking that the abbot asked him to apologize and hand over the copybook. The Heaven Rank Kungfu is really a bit of a fuss.
Jueming was a little dissatisfied in his heart, but he saw that the ghost's hands were in a bad tone and aggressive. When he mentioned the matter of Yanyu Tower and Qingcheng Temple, he was obviously threatening Shaolin.
"Why, does the benefactor want to repeat what he did in Yanyu Tower and Qingcheng Temple, and kill all my Shaolin Xuan level masters?"
Jue Ming stared at the ghost hand and said sharply.
The four middle-aged monks behind him also clenched their fists, breathing heavily.
For a moment, in Xiaoxiaoying's living room, the atmosphere was surging, swords were on the verge of breaking out, and there was a great potential for conflict to break out.
"I don't intend to kill people, but if Shaolin doesn't give an explanation for the massacre of my Wanyao Valley that day, then it's hard to say!"
Facing the coercion of Jueming and the four monks behind him, Guishou stood upright, with a high chest, fearlessly.
Jueming said: "I have already apologized to you on behalf of Shaolin, and I have returned the copy of the heavenly exercises to you. What else do you want to say?"
Guishou said: "First, let the old monk Jueren come out and apologize to me in person; second, abolish the cultivation of the monks involved."
"Benefactor, you are too much!"
Jueming sneered and said, "Forgive Shaolin for not agreeing to your two conditions!"
From Jueming's point of view, Senior Brother Abbot has a distinguished status and holds a pivotal position in today's ancient martial arts world. How can he lower his status for a trivial matter and come out to apologize to two junior figures?
The fact that I, the elder of the Zhike Hall himself, has given these two young people enough face!
If the two young people still don't know what to do and continue to make trouble for no reason, Jueming is ready to directly suppress and drive them down the mountain.
Although there is a low-level earth-level martial artist among the two opponents, with the addition of four monks with perfect strength of Xuan-level behind him, it should be more than enough to drive them away.
"Don't agree? Then I will go up the mountain to find the old monk Jueren, and discuss the theory with him face to face!"
Ghost Hand said coldly.
"The Clay Bodhisattva is also very angry. Although I am a monk, if the benefactor presses me on, then don't blame the little monk for being rude!"
Jueming heard the ghost call the abbot brother an "old monk", without any respect, anger rose in his heart, and he said coldly.
The ghost hand said loudly: "I thought Shaolin was a pure land, but it turned out to be an unreasonable place! I really have seen it! If the old monk Jueren continues to be a coward and refuses to come forward, then I will forcefully rush up the mountain! "
Speaking of striding forward, he was about to pass through the middle of Jue Ming and other five monks.
"Boy is rude!"
Jueming heard the vulgar words of the ghost hand, and wanted to force his way through the mountain gate, he couldn't help being furious, and stretched the five fingers of his right hand, and grabbed the ghost hand's left shoulder.
His five fingers are like hooks, whistling and generating wind under his fingers, his true energy is surging and fluctuating, and he uses the famous Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand.
Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand is an extremely powerful grappling technique. Once caught by five fingers, half of the body will immediately go numb, thus losing the ability to resist.
Although the ghost hand is invincible at the same level, but facing an earth-level powerhouse like Jueming, he dare not be careless in the slightest. Seeing him grabbing with five fingers, he snorted heavily, poured his true essence into his right hand, and swung his fist to meet the five fingers he grabbed. up.
Jueming sensed the strong aura suddenly erupting from the ghost hand, and only then did he know that his combat power was not much weaker than his own. He was surprised and surprised, his face changed slightly, and immediately changed from grasping to fisting, and also hitting each other with fists.
Bang——
Two fists infused with true energy collided in the air, making a thunderous sound, and the true essence burst out from the end of the fist, turned into a powerful shock wave, and spread violently towards the surroundings.
Among the few people watching the battle, Fang Bai stood in place, motionless, and he didn't even lift the clothes on his body. It seemed that the destructive shock wave of true energy hadn't affected him in the slightest.
However, the four Xuan-level consummation monks who followed Jueming down the mountain couldn't bear the power of the shock wave of true energy, so they all flew back and stood two or three feet away from the welcoming pavilion.
Even the welcoming pavilion trembled and trembled under the influence of this shock wave. If the two continued to fight in the pavilion, the pavilion would probably collapse within a few strokes.
"This old monk is so strong!"
The ghost hand and Jueming's fists met, only to feel a heavy mountain of real energy rushing in, shaking his chest with qi and blood, and he took two steps back before he let go of this force and managed to stand still.
"The kung fu practiced by this kid is weird!"
And Mingjue was even more shocked than the ghost hand. He felt that the ghost hand's true essence contained a strong aggressive momentum and an invincible will. next.
It's simply unbelievable that a mere Xuan-level mid-level martial artist can compete against this majestic low-level low-level warrior like himself!
"You take my palm too!"
Jueming's punch didn't take advantage of anything, he felt his face was dull, his competitive heart was aroused, he roared, turned his fist into a palm, and slapped the ghost hand's chest.
His expression was ferocious and exaggerated, like the glaring eyes of a vajra, mighty and fearsome, and in his palms, it seemed that he carried the boundless power of Buddha that could suppress all evil spirits.
This fierce and incomparable palm is Shaolin's unique skill Vigorous Vajra Hand. It is said that Shaolin Dharma Patriarch evolved from the "Great Diamond Sutra". Law.
Jueming was eager to save face, so he spared no effort in this palm, and tried his best to defeat the ghost hand in one fell swoop.
"Fight!"
Although the ghost hand's combat power is invincible at the same level, it is still somewhat difficult to fight against upper earth level warriors.
As soon as Jueming's powerful vajra hand came out, the ghost hand knew that it might be difficult for him to take the palm, but he refused to give in and flinch, so he glared, ready to stimulate his potential and compete with Jueming.
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