Zongwu: Rebellion against Shaolin Temple and joining the Hehuan Sect

When the Shaolin disciple Zhiguo was knocked away, it was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing a huge uproar.

There was a commotion among the crowd, and whispers were heard.

"What! When did Zhi Yin become so powerful? Did he recover his power?"

"Could it be that he has entered the devil's way, which is why his martial arts have improved so rapidly?"

"I don't think his moves seem to have restored his boyhood skills. Maybe he got so angry that he went insane. It is said that after going insane, one's skills will increase greatly. Otherwise, it is hard to explain why he has become so powerful in such a short period of time."

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Listening to the whispers of the disciples below the hall, Xu Kun remained calm and did not comment. It was hard to guess what Xu Kun was thinking.

While Xu Kun remained calm, the other Shaolin disciples could no longer hold back.

"Crazy man, how dare you be so presumptuous in this Discipline Hall!" A fat monk with a fat head and big ears at the sixth level of the Acquired Realm jumped out and said, then he bowed to Yuan Zhen:

"The disciple is willing to teach this ignorant boy a lesson on behalf of the Master. I hope the Master will agree."

Yuan Zhen was proud of his status and naturally would not act rashly, so he nodded and signaled the disciple to take action.

Xu Kun looked carefully and found that it was the defeated general who had been beaten by him before and begged for mercy. He wanted to show off his power by taking advantage of the fact that his virgin skills were broken.

The fat monk got Yuan Zhen's permission and turned to look at Xu Kun with ill intent:

"You are a rapist who not only refuses to repent, but also injures his fellow disciples. Let me break your limbs on behalf of the abbot, and see if you can still show off your power in the Discipline Hall." The fat monk patted his belly and said to Xu Kun viciously.

The people in his conversation were either the abbot or the Discipline Hall, and it was obvious that they were using their power to pressure others and to settle personal grudges.

"Ah, yes, yes, brother is right, we should break his limbs and expel him from Shaolin." The lackey of the thin monk Zhiguo also wanted Xu Kun to die. However, although Xu Kun's palm only used one layer of strength, it also left him with a psychological trauma, and he only dared to hide behind and cheer.

The fat monk took a horse stance and mobilized his inner strength. His palms were as hard as iron and there seemed to be a sound of metal clashing between the frictions. It turned out that he was activating the Shaolin unique martial art, the Arhat Fist.

After he finished exerting his strength, he attacked towards Xu Kun, and was about to hit Xu Kun in the face. Seeing that Xu Kun did not dodge or evade, he was afraid that his head would explode and his brain would spill out.

After all, the sixth level of acquired internal strength is not something to be joked about.

Some young disciples could not help but close their eyes, but some monks who had seen the whole situation stared at Xu Kun. Some were curious, some were gloating, some were sighing, and some were sympathetic.

Amidst countless complex looks and emotions, the Arhat Fist was about to hit Xu Kun, but it stopped abruptly just an inch above Xu Kun's forehead and could not move forward any further.

Countless eyes followed the iron rod to Xu Kun's forehead, only to see a white hand clamping his wrist like a pair of pliers, making him unable to move.

As the Arhat Fist was subdued, the fat monk's offensive also weakened, and his fist turned into a palm. At this moment, he wanted to withdraw his palm, but he couldn't do it.

Xu Kun smiled and said, "If you want to leave, I'll take you there." He then slapped the fat monk, sending him flying. He fell to the ground, splashing dust, crying and wailing, unable to get up.

Seeing that even a cultivator at the sixth level of acquired cultivation couldn't subdue Xu Kun, the reactions of the people present varied.

"Could it be that Zhiyin has not lost his martial arts skills and is just pretending?"

"Impossible. The abbot has checked carefully and it is true that the boy's skills have been broken and all his martial arts skills have been lost."

"It seems that he must have colluded with evil heretics and practiced quick magic skills."

Seeing that two disciples in succession were unable to subdue Zhiyin and that his own face was damaged, Yuan Zhen turned to look towards the side of the hall.

A young man dressed in the clothes of a Shaolin lay disciple stepped forward, bowed to Yuan Zhen and said:

"Disciple Chen Youliang is willing to capture these rebels for the Shaolin Temple. Please agree, Master!" His voice was like a loud bell, shaking the hall, and when his palms were put together, there was a sound of metal clashing.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was Chen Youliang, a lay disciple of Yuan Zhen, the head monk of the Discipline Hall, whose cultivation had reached the tenth level of the acquired realm.

Yuan Zhen nodded: "Youliang, this is your first time fighting since you became my disciple, you must not lose face for me."

"Don't worry, I saw your skills just now. Your mediocre skills are not worth mentioning." Chen Youliang said disdainfully.

Chen Youliang jumped off the field and looked at Xu Kun: "I have killed countless sixth-level Xiantian guys. Your ability is nothing."

Xu Kun knew what kind of person Chen Youliang was. If he didn't take drastic measures against him, it would be unworthy of his upright values.

Xu Kun smiled slightly: "I wonder if you have prepared the medicine for your wounds."

Such bold words really shocked everyone present. Could it be that Zhiyin had a backup plan?

"I don't know if your mouth is as hard as your martial arts." Chen Youliang's hands changed shape, and his fingers bent into claws. It turned out to be Shaolin's unique martial arts, Dragon Claw.

"Dragon Claw Technique?"

“I didn’t expect that Master Yuan Zhen would actually teach Shaolin’s unique Dragon Claw Skill to his lay disciples. He really thinks highly of this person.”

"Looking at this, I'm afraid he has made some progress in his cultivation. Alas, I have only just started after practicing for several years."

"The first move he made was the Shaolin unique martial art Dragon Claw Kung Fu. It seems that Chen Youliang wants to end the battle quickly. Poor Zhiyin."

The martial arts displayed by Chen Youliang were seen by the Shaolin disciples, causing whispers, which was normal, after all, it was one of the 72 Shaolin unique skills.

The 72 Shaolin unique skills are not on the same level. The powerful ones, such as the Vajra Indestructible Art and the Tathagata Palm, are the highest martial arts in the entire martial arts world.

The weak Prajna Palm and Arhat Fist can only be superficial entry-level skills, not much different from the second- and third-rate martial arts in the world.

The Dragon Claw Hand is considered an advanced martial art even among first-rate sects.

"He is worthy of being Yuan Zhen's good disciple. We are birds of a feather. He is so generous to pass on the Shaolin secrets." Xu Kun thought to himself. With the system now available to him, only magical skills such as the Taixuan Sutra, the Shenzhao Sutra, and the Beiming Divine Art can catch his eye. The other martial arts can only be said to be pretty good.

Seeing Chen Youliang display Shaolin's unique Dragon Claw skill, Xu Kun was not willing to be outdone. He activated his internal energy and a dragon's roar seemed to emanate from his body.

"Did you hear any noise?"

"It seems to be the voice of a dragon?"

"What? Has Chen Youliang's Dragon Claw Skill been cultivated to such a level?"

Xu Kun ignored what everyone said, and circulated his internal energy. A real dragon condensed from his internal energy was formed and flew towards Chen Youliang.

The disciples with low cultivation levels present at the scene could not see clearly what was happening. They only saw Chen Youliang maintaining the posture of Dragon Claw Kung Fu, his body motionless, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and then he fell down headfirst, obviously seriously injured, and could not speak.

Judging from the severity of the injury, even if it heals, he will have to lie down for several months.

The Shaolin disciples who did not know the truth thought Xu Kun was poisoning them and began to question it.

"You are so good, Zhiyin, that you can pretend to be weak and conceal your strength. Tell me! Do you have any ill intentions towards my Shaolin?" A short and thin monk said in a sharp voice.

"That's right, you must be a spy sent by the Demon Sect, intending to steal my Shaolin's peerless martial arts." Another disciple also echoed in a stern voice.

"You beast! You're so cruel to me, even my senior brother! This is the style of the devil sect, the style of the devil sect!"

Yuan Zhen looked at Chen Youliang who had fallen to the ground. He naturally knew that Xu Kun had just performed a set of martial arts that looked like the Beggar Gang's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Thinking of this, the anger on Yuan Zhen's face turned into joy, thinking that he would let the Eighteen Bronze Men subdue him first, and then take the opportunity to obtain the power level of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Compared with the secret book of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, what is Chen Youliang?

Looking at the reactions of the crowd, Yuan Zhen was confident and thought to himself, "It doesn't matter. I will take action."

After hearing his disciples' remarks, Xu Kun no longer wanted to waste time talking to them.

"I will challenge the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation myself."

"Big news, big news. Zhi Yin, whose boyhood skills were broken, is overestimating his own abilities and wants to challenge the Eighteen Bronze Men."

The news of Xu Kun's challenge to the Eighteen Bronze Men spread to the temple like a tide and reached the ears of every monk in Shaolin Temple.

At the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, in front of the entrance to the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation, an old monk was sitting cross-legged on a stone mountain.

"After so many years, who is the fearless one who wants to challenge the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation again?"