Chapter 167 A San's Sword

A San didn't say anything. Ji Xing looked at this and understood it in his heart. He clasped his fists at Fa Chi and said, "Shame, ashamed. I have lost, it's purely a trick. Please forgive me."

Unexpectedly, Master Fa Chi has a very good temper and does not take it as an offense. He laughed and said, "Although I don't know the purpose of the donors, the Dharma Hall behind is guarded by my uncle. Uncle Master has profound Buddhist teachings and profound martial arts. Please be careful."

Ji Xing saw that He Changting disdained him, and Chen Yanshou ignored him, so he still responded lightly: "Thank you for your advice from Master."

When you enter the inner hall, you will also have a bright candlelight, but the hall is much smaller than the three halls in front, and two cushions are placed in the hall.

Mei Liangxue accompanied these people in and saw the Zen Master Ci Jing, the head of the Bodhidharma Temple in Biechuan Temple, who was the Great, Ci, Fa, and the round one. She sat cross-legged on the left cushion. When everyone came in, he stood up to greet him directly, without politely saying: "Who donor needs to solve his doubts, please sit down!"

Ji Xing didn't know if he was going to compete. He sat on the right cushion as he said, thinking that the Dharma code was so skillful. This old monk Ci Jing was their uncle, and the essence of martial arts was beyond words. The people around him didn't know what to do, so he had to adapt to the situation.

Zen Master Cijing is short and sits on the cushion much shorter than ordinary people. Especially when he looks deep in his cheeks and his whole body seems to be fleshless, but he looks like he is powerful without anger.

There seems to be no communication for the time being, but seeing that no one has spoken, Zen Master Cijing then said, "You have been through three halls and are still persevering, which shows your cleverness. I guess there is something wrong. Although you are not disciples of the Fu Sect, you are always juniors. This is how you can defeat ten moves with me, so let you go."

Hearing this, Ji Xing actually stood up with some compassion and bowed, saying, "Please be merciful to the old Zen master."

Ci Jing did not continue talking nonsense, but snorted faintly and said, "Who will come, then,,,,,,!"

He just left the cushion and felt a strong wind blowing in his chest, but he was not nervous because Li Shaoqi was wrongly busy with his palms against each other, and only touched his palms. He immediately realized that the momentum was strong and he had to retreat. He hurriedly used the breakup to lead Ci Jing's strength to the side.

However, Zen Master Ci Jing looked at him as weak, but his palm was strong and powerful, and the side guide could not stick to him. A strange look flashed in Li Shaoqi's eyes, and he had to try his best to take this move. Although he caught this move, he had already shocked his left arm to hurt.

Zen Master Cijing was also surprised and shouted: "It turns out that he is a master of Taoism. Let's see if I am the second move."

Although Li Shaoqi was conceited, he did not dare to act hard anymore. He stopped his palms and punched him in the back of his arm. This was the wonderful thing about his family's "Traveling Flower Fist". The enemy must hold his palms and avoid it.

Unexpectedly, Zen Master Ci Jing's arm directly "swept across thousands of troops", and his elbow bent suddenly aimed at his fist and pushed it horizontally. This time, it was even more rapid. Before Li Shaoqi's fist power was released, he was already pressed by the opponent's elbow. He quickly tried hard and pulled up his body straight, avoiding the push.

Seeing that his moves were quick, Zen Master Cijing could jump quickly, so he nodded and grabbed them back. Seeing that each move was getting more and more powerful, Li Shaoqi thought that he would not be able to complete these ten moves.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a bell outside. It turned out that the huge bell was bumped into the temple. Li Shaoqi himself was amazingly talented. Then he thought of it, and his palm floated lightly with the sound of the bell, and he patted Zen Master Cijing like a trace.

With a "Huh", Zen Master Ci Jing turned his hand and pushed it away.

Li Shaoqi turned around and slapped Ci Jing with one palm after another. Zen Master Ci Jing was concentrating at this time, with a serious look on his face. When the bell stopped, Li Shaoqi closed his palm and said lightly: "If you remove it, you can't catch it."

Zen Master Cijing said on this side: "Okay, more than 60 moves have been removed. The donor is indeed a masterpiece. Please, please." Suddenly, he was unstable and he hurriedly stopped on the buttress, and only felt the stars flashing in front of him.

Li Shaoqi helped him sit down and said, "Currently adjust your breathing, it won't be a problem."

Ci Jing closed her eyes and sat on the cushion as she said her luck. After a while, her inner breath was smooth, but her palms and arms were slightly swollen and swelling and painful. She thought to herself that this donor with a mask was so powerful: "With this exquisite palm technique, you can open your eyes."

Jiaxing was not proud and said lightly: "In the Buddhist land, please ask the old Zen master to give me some guidance."

Ci Jing clasped her whole body and said, "If you can't get through, just turn around."

Ji Xing returned a greeting and took people into the back hall. As soon as he entered the door, there was a small quiet room, but no one was there. Instead, he opened the door behind. Li Shaoqi went first and stepped inside.

It was indeed a courtyard, but there were many monks inside. One of the monks was sitting on a small wooden couch with his back facing away from everyone. Ji Xing slowly walked to the courtyard and looked at these people: "Who is here, please help me!"

These people didn't say anything. The two monks rushed forward and reached out to grab Ji Xing's left and right arms. Before they could touch the fingers, the shadow of the palm flashed in front of them. They felt a sharp pain in their wrists and jumped back quickly. It turned out that at this moment, the wrists and wrist bones were half broken.

Although there was no blood, his fingers drooped, and his hand bones were obviously cracked. This time, the move was very fast. Before others could see clearly how to make a move, the two monks were injured and fled away. Everyone was stunned.

A fat monk in his forties shouted, "Everyone, come together! Try where these people come from?" He thought that no matter how strong his martial arts were, everyone rushed forward and could win. As he said that, he rushed over and took the blame directly.

Unexpectedly, Ah San drew his sword first and stabbed forward. He saw the tip of Park Dao trembling. His left wrist, right wrist, left leg, and right leg were all hit by the sword. He roared and fell to the ground. The tips of these four swords were stabbed faster, and everyone couldn't help but lose their eyes when they saw each other.

They had fought with many people, but they were not as utterly as before. The sword force used by Ah San at this moment was several times faster than the beginning. He accompanied Ji Xing all the way for several days, and although he was not depressed, the fat monk attacked first, and he took advantage of the situation to fight back and attacked.

I saw the robe fluttering cold light, and A San's hand was like a silver snake, wandering around the center of the courtyard, jingling, choking, "Oh," and "bad" sounds rose and fell one after another. In an instant, the monk's weapon fell all over the ground, and everyone was hit on his wrist.

All he used was the same move, but when he saw the sword light in his hand swept through his eyes, his wrist felt severe pain, which was a chance to be killed without any resistance. If this knife did not stab the wrist, but pointed at the vital points of these people's chest and abdomen, the monk had already been on the ground.

After these monks were injured, they all frightened and dodged a little, leaving only the man on the wooden couch. Ji Xing could not have imagined that Ah San was as powerful as he could. After killing these monks, he was shocked.
Chapter completed!