There are many Shaolin disciples, and with the care of the monks of the sweeping ground, no one in the huge Shaolin sect found that there were more travelers in the temple, and they still ate vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name every day. The monks in the Buddhist temple were worried about being defeated, but they didn't know that the people they had been thinking about day and night were eating and living with them, and they still recited scriptures day and night to study, which made Chen Fei laugh many times.

The back mountain of Shaolin, in the dense forest.

Two figures walked through the forest quickly. The figure behind him was wearing a gray dress and a dark yellow headband. He was dressed as a traveler with a strong face. His facial features were only over twenty years old, but he had already stepped out six or seven feet between his body as he rose and fell. His light skills were no less than those of the older generation of celebrities in the world. His body was strong but not violent. Instead, he felt a bit angry with the Vajra. His feet were wearing monk's shoes, either stepped on the ground or tapped on the trunk.

The body is constantly speeding up with the sound of explosions. Anyone who has been in the world for several years will not be difficult to recognize the light skills of this skill - Shaolin's 72 unique skills: Eight-step Zen. The explosive power of a short distance can almost be called the world's number one. After practicing to a great success, you can step on the void. This is the first-class unique skill in the world. Seeing this practitioner's skillful movements, he may have entered the house in this skill. If he appears in the world, he will definitely shock the martial artists in the world!

The eight-step chasing Zen of the practitioner is already extremely fast, but it is never far from the figure ahead. If the practitioner's light skills can be used to surround the world, then the person in front is already extraordinary and close to ghosts and gods. Often, the figure is floating on the toe, and a few almost completely white beards are not messy in the strong wind, which is amazing. When you look closely, you are a thin monk wearing a green monk's robe.

, his eyes were dark and dull, and if he could not see anything at all, his steps were agile and elegant. Looking at his face, his expression was light and gentle, as if he was sitting in a Zen room and drinking tea instead of exerting light skills in the dense forest, he could tell that he still had enough energy. At this moment, the horrifying attainments of light skills might be just playing with the younger generation, which made people fascinated if he used his full strength to perform his light skills, he would be no longer in the mortal world.

Although the back mountain of Shaolin is tall, it would probably take half a day for ordinary people to complete this journey, but the light skills of these two people are extremely profound. In just one stick of incense, they have already reached the top of the back mountain. The white clouds are vast. The pagoda and Zen forest at the foot of the mountain are hidden. The sound of Sanskrit chanting scriptures is hidden. The inexplicable sense of purity of Zen lingers around, but it is indeed a Buddhist country on earth and a holy place for Zen.

The two figures that were originally galloping suddenly stopped, but there was no trace of dissonance, as if they would have stopped at this time, and they should have stopped like this. Seeing that the two of them were still rosy and had no discomfort, we can see that their internal strength was enough to protect their heart meridians and avoid the pain of the stimulation of true qi.

The young traveler behind him slowly adjusted his breath, stood up in his chest and bowed slightly to the old monk, but did not speak. The lower right hand suddenly changed into a claw, and an internal energy stirred between his five fingers, and he didn't see any movement. A wooden sword originally inserted on the ground suddenly turned into a black shadow and shot towards the traveler, and it was instantly held by the young traveler. This time the rabbit rose and falcon and the antelope hung its horns, which was completely different from the human method.

Shaolin's 72 unique skills - Dragon Capture Hand!

The traveler's skill in capturing the dragon hand was extremely proficient, but the thin old monk just smiled and said, "It's good." His words were plain, as if he was talking to his juniors, and he didn't care about the young man's unique skills. He stood with one palm and nodded slightly to the young man.

The walker whispered and exerted force, his body blurred, but he was already attacking the old monk with a sword. It was obviously just a wooden sword, but it emitted a sharp aura that was no less than a magic weapon, and slashed towards the old monk with a shrill sound of breaking through the air. If a person with high eyesight could even see the sword's body twisting slightly, it could be seen that the sword was so swift and violent! But facing such a fierce sword, the old monk did not dodge or avoid it, and gently brushed the sword against the sword body. The fierce sword was softly turned to the side like a poisonous snake hit by a seven-inch. Such a killer was broken lightly, which was no less difficult than drinking tea and sleeping. If it were Ren Yijian, he would have been shocked and panicked when he saw this situation.

But the young traveler's face was as calm as water, as if he had known that this would be the ending. His wrist turned around and the wooden sword on the side turned upwards in an instant, turning into three phantoms, stabbing the old monk's three big holes on the chest. The old monk naturally resolved it again, and did not attack. He just defended and fed the moves. A exquisite sword stance poured out from the young man's hands like flowing water, either like the scorching sun, masculine and violent, or like the Buddha's eyes closed, deep and solemn. Each move was like a wonderful poem, each with its amazing features, but these different sword stances were intertwined, giving birth to more mysteries, and the complex changes were amazing.

Just as he was at the end of the fight, the walker retreated in one step. The wooden sword in his hand made a crisp sound, and instantly stabbed forward again. It was astonishing as a stream of light, and there were complex changes. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, covering the key points of the old monk like stars in the night sky. There seemed to be endless changes in the middle, and he had already obtained the wonder of the changes in sword techniques, as if the stars were destructive.

The old monk's original smile was a little moved when he saw the sword, and he exclaimed: "Great kindness!" His right hand turned into a finger and pointed towards the tip of the sword in a flower-picking manner. It seemed light and weak, but the unpredictable sword move was completely avoided. He changed his moves several times but was still twisted by the thin five fingers and could not move.

Seeing this, the sword-holder narrowed his eyes slightly, held the sword in his right hand and pressed it hard on the hilt of the sword with his left hand. His whole body was filled with energy, and he poured all his internal strength into the wooden sword. The low-pitched sword sound suddenly sounded, but the wooden sword was still twisted by the old monk and did not move at all. With a tragic cry of overwhelmingness, the ordinary wooden sword of material burst into pieces and scattered. The energy leaked and raised the dust on the top of the mountain, completely covering the figures of the two, and it was not clear. After a while, a sigh seemed to be heard.

"Jueyuan, how long have you been diving in this Shaoshi Mountain?"

"I don't know when the ancient temple in the deep mountains is gone. My disciples just remember that this Shaoshi Mountain has already turned white in snow and white for five times."
Chapter completed!