The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

Sha Mokong stared at Xiao Xun, secretly raised his vigilance.

Xiao Xun looked down at the head of the stick, the head of the stick was covered with dust from the bluestone.

Suddenly.

Xiao Xun moved.

In an instant, his body appeared in front of Sha Mokong, and he waved the eyebrow stick in his hand forward, drawing a line on Sha Mokong's cheek.

In an instant, he returned to the original place again.

The whole process is almost to the extreme.

Kubala's pupils shrunk slightly as he stood outside the martial arts stage.

Just now, the monk named Hui Wu seemed to have moved!

When he caught a glimpse of the cheek of his disciple, Shamokong, from the corner of his eye, he froze for a moment.

"Has it reached this level already?" A look of surprise flashed in Xuan Ku's eyes.

He has always known that Xiao Xun's qinggong (cgcf) should be excellent.

However, seeing Xiao Xun make a move at this moment, he was still inexplicably shocked.

too fast.

It's just... unimaginably fast.

Especially, Xiao Xun didn't have any genuine energy on him.

This speed...

It seemed unbelievable.

Xuan Ji couldn't be calm either.

The speed that Xiao Xun showed just now was three points faster than when he was on Wudang Mountain.

On the martial arts stage.

Sha Mokong got impatient with the wait, and said with a sneer, "What are you waiting for? Do you still want the little monk to take the initiative to attack?"

Just as Xiao Xun was about to speak, he heard the voice of that strange old monk.

"Samokong, you lost." Jiubra said in a deep voice.

As soon as this statement comes out…

Except for Xiao Xun, Xuan Ji, Xuan Ku and others, most of the others were startled.

"Master, what do you mean?"

Shamokong frowned.

Since leaving the temple, I haven't lost yet!

"touch your face."

Kubala said coldly.

"Face?" Sha Mokong was taken aback, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to caress his cheek.

Sha Mokong's complexion changed suddenly when he touched the trace drawn by the eyebrow stick.

"how come?"

Sha Mokong looked at the dust on his hands, his pupils narrowed sharply, horrified.

"Amitabha, according to what you said, senior brother, you lost." Xiao Xun held a stick in one hand and stood on his chest with the other, and said calmly.

Heart, violent!

Make you fucking pretend?

Still let two hands?

Don't you go to heaven?

Sha Mokong's complexion was blue and white, changing constantly.

lost?

How can it be?

How can I lose?

Sha Mokong raised his head suddenly, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said coldly: "Just now, the little monk underestimated you, now the little monk is going to be serious!"

While speaking, he stretched out his right palm and slapped it in the air, and a huge purple palm print came out instantly.

"I know you fucking can't afford to lose."

Xiao Xun snorted secretly, he had been on guard against Shamokong since the morning.

Waiting for the purple palm print to strike...

Xiao Xun didn't dodge either, he swung his stick out, and the purple palm prints were broken from it and gradually dissipated.

"You also get a stick from the little monk."

Xiao Xun shouted, and his figure appeared in front of Sha Mokong in an instant, sweeping the brow-level stick in his hand, and blasted straight at Sha Mokong's waist.

Sha Mokong stomped on the martial arts platform with both feet, clasped his palms together, his body was upright and proud, his spirit sank to his dantian, and he planned to take the blow forcefully.

Whoosh~!

The eyebrow-level stick hit Shamokong's waist, and Shamokong immediately flew up like a golf ball that had just been hit, turning into a stream of light.

next moment…

"Dang~!"

The ancient bronze bell on the top of Wuru Peak rang.

"Perfect."

Xiao Xun looked at the shaking bronze ancient clock, and his eyes flashed a bit of complacency.

Is it smashing, or flying...

Many strengths have already been completely handy, and you can do whatever you want.

Although the purple-clothed monk just now had an extremely arrogant attitude, he was a guest of Shaolin after all.

Moreover, apart from the arrogant attitude, there is nothing particularly annoying.

Naturally, there was no need to deal with this purple-clothed monk like Song Qinglun.

Xiao Xun's small calculations sounded straight, and he felt that Shaolin would have to reduce his sentence by eight years at least with that stick just now.

The crowd watching around had a slightly dull expression on their faces.

Some Chuzuzhai disciples who Zeng and Xiao Xun knew well looked at Xiao Xun again, feeling that they were very strange.

Is this really the little junior brother who had no access to his meridians?

How could our little junior brother be so powerful?

Earlier, when Xiao Xun made a move and drew a mark on Sha Mokong's face, these Chuzuzhai disciples didn't notice it. At that time, they were mostly confused and didn't react much when they heard Jiubhara's words.

They couldn't see the stick just now...

However, they clearly saw the flying figure of Sha Mokong, and clearly heard the ringing of Sha Mokong's impact on the ancient bronze bell.

This completely refreshed their cognition! .

Chapter 181 I don't ask too much, I'll just commute my sentence by eight years~

Wuru Peak, Qingshi Square. "How can this be?"

Beside the ancient bronze clock, Sha Mokong stood up, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

He, a dignified Buddhist disciple of the Tantric School, was actually beaten away with one move~!

Infuriatingly surging, feel the whole body.

Shamokong was even more restless.

fine!

Aside from being a little dizzy after hitting his head on the ancient bronze clock just now, there is nothing wrong with his whole body.

But just now, he was obviously blown away!

You know, the force that can blow him away can definitely injure him.But now...

Inside and outside the body, there is not a single bit of damage.

This is not normal.

Very abnormal!

"A stick weighs a thousand catties, yet it can lift weights like light ones. Shaolin really lives up to its reputation." Jiu Boluo said, and his heart could not be calm.

I thought that the strongest thing about Shaolin was its profound background, and there should be no outstanding figures among contemporary disciples.did not expect…

A mere Hui character who has no meridians can defeat Sha Mokong. "With a little brute force, you won't be able to enter the elegant hall, which makes the master laugh." Xiao Xun said very modestly.

I feel a little proud in my heart, but I have won all the wins, and the compulsion has been established, so there is no need to "win" and be aggressive.sometimes…

Modesty is a kind of extreme pride.

Who can be humble?

Victorious man!

When Xuan Ji and Xuan Ku looked at Xiao Xun, their eyes showed satisfaction.Just that battle...

In the battle of the juniors, Shaolin beat the desert tantric sect!

Xuan Ku looked at Sha Mokong approaching, with a strange look in his eyes.no harm...

Was it not hurt, or was it intentionally not hurt?

Sha Mokong came to the martial arts stage, and stared at Xiao Xun in surprise.

Xiao Xun looked back with calm eyes, and said in his heart, don't be ignorant, or you will be disabled with the next blow.

With that stick just now, Xiao Xun purposely controlled the strength, only knocked Shamokong away, but the strength didn't go deep into Shamokong's body.

"Why don't you thank Master Huiwu for your mercy?" Jiubhara glanced at Samokon.

Sha Mokong's face was pale and pale, and he was sullen and did not speak.

There are still many powerful moves that have not been used, and the result is defeated with one move!

Or twice in a row.

"Master is serious. This disciple is just an ordinary monk in Shaolin, not a master." Xiao Xun said.

Slowly walk down the martial arts platform.

"If there is nothing wrong, the disciple will go back to the wall hole first."

Xiao Xun looked helplessly at the three master uncles Xuan Ku, Xuan Ji, and Xuan Kong, and really hoped that they would ask him to reduce his sentence.

The requirements are not high, and eight years less is enough.Xuanku said: "Go back." "Oh."

Xiao Xun said oh, a little disappointed in his heart.

"Wait a minute." Sha Mokong stopped Xiao Xun.

Xiao Xun stopped in his tracks, with his head tilted slightly, his figure tall and straight, his clothes fluttering, his temperament was as dusty as a holy Buddha, like a banished fairy.

"What's that stick called?" Sha Mokong looked at Xiao Xun's back and asked in a deep voice.Xiao Xun raised his chin slightly, and spit out four words: "Stick, Po, Sky, Qiong." After speaking, he continued to step forward.

"Break the sky with a stick? What a domineering name."

Sha Mokong was startled, thinking that this must be a peerless blow.

"Pull the sky with a stick? Does Shaolin have a stick technique?" A group of Shaolin monks secretly slandered. "Shaolin's unique learning really lives up to its name, which is an eye-opener for this old monk." Jiu Boluo praised.

Xuan Ji has practiced for many years, and he has not dealt with much secular world, and his skin is still a bit thin, so I don't know how to answer this sentence.

He vaguely felt that the stick that Xiao Xun used just now was just an ordinary stick, and what was really powerful was not the stick technique, but the speed.

"Hehe~, I made the master laugh. Huiwu has some talent, but his temperament is still a little childish." Xuankong smiled.