The myth of martial arts begins with the young master of the Demon Sect

Chapter 42

On the martial arts arena, the monks of Chanjue Temple sold a loophole, allowing the disciples of Lingfa Temple to miss out.

A sinister smile flickered across the corner of the Chanjue Temple monk's mouth, and he hit the disciple of Lingfa Temple's chest with an elbow.

The disciple suddenly cried out in agony, as if being hit hard by a hammer, his chest collapsed slightly, and he vomited blood and flew backwards.

The monks of Chanjue Temple wanted to do something about it, but an old monk of the "withered generation" appeared, frowning and looking at the injured disciple. Looking at the monk of Chanjue Temple: "Amitabha, this little mage is too hostile, and he is ruthless in his attacks."

The "Kurzi Generation" is the most respected seniority in Lingfa Temple. This Master Kuji is the head of the Bodhidharma Academy. He is of the same generation as Master Kushi. No matter where he is placed, he is a senior master.

Faced with Master Ku Ji's questioning, the monk with the broad ears and broad face just clasped his hands together: "Fist and feet have no eyes, and Huiming never expected that senior brother Xinyuan would be so complacent that he would use his chest to block the little monk's elbow."

Not far away, there are a dozen or so monks standing standing. The monks' robes are the same as that of Huiming. They are monks from Chanjue Temple.One of the middle-aged monks with a rough appearance and a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck laughed loudly: "Buddha Buddha Peak and Lingfa Temple are so famous, but their kung fu is nothing more than that, and I think they are very talkative. It's a flowery shelf."

"Why, you can't fight now, do you want to use your mouth again?"

The already resentful disciple of Lingfa Temple now seemed to be able to shoot fire from his eyes, his chest seemed to be blocked by a stone, and his breathing became heavier.

Even Master Kuji frowned, and glanced at the rough-looking middle-aged monk, when did the monks in Chanjue Temple become so arrogant and domineering, they didn't look like monks at all.

Huiming, a monk from the Chanjue Temple with sloppy ears and broad face, put his hands together, glanced at the disciples, lowered his eyes and smiled and said, "Which brother please enlighten me? Of course, if you brothers don't want to end, then Zenjue There is no need to argue about which martial arts are better or worse between the Temple and the Lingfa Temple."

"Haha, from now on, let me sit in Chanjue Temple to be the master of Zen sect." The middle-aged monk with the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck yelled again.

Just when all the disciples were extremely depressed, a figure lined up many monks, walked into the martial arts arena, and said loudly: "Fang Shiyu, a layman disciple of Lingfa Temple, please enlighten me."

Everyone saw that this was a young man in Tsing Yi who was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome face and steady steps.More importantly, he has not been ordained and seems to be a lay disciple.

At this time, Lord Laughing Buddha also came out.

With a solemn face, he clasped his hands together, and bowed to Master Kuji: "Shou Se has met Master Kuji."

Venerable Ku Ji said: "Is this person your disciple?"

Laughing Buddha nodded and said: "This is what I received when I went down the mountain this time."

Master Ku Ji frowned: "The old monk knows that he wants to fight for my Lingfa Temple, but this time the competition is extremely dangerous, it is different from the past, you call him back, don't hurt yourself."

Laughing Buddha said: "His talent is extraordinary, please rest assured, Master Ku Ji."

Master Ku Ji's deep and cloudy eyes looked at the Laughing Buddha, but the Laughing Buddha kept lowering his eyebrows and nodding his head.

After a long while, Master Ku Ji sighed: "If that's the case, then go, be careful in everything."

"Yes."

With the permission of Master Kuji, Fang Shiyu, a lay disciple, was able to fight against Huiming of Chanjue Temple.

Lian Chengyu clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Fang Shiyu, a lay disciple, please advise."

However, Huiming frowned, with a look of evil spirit: "You, a lay disciple, also want to fight with me. Could it be that the huge Lingfa Temple is full of trash who are afraid of getting hurt?"

Lian Chengyu smiled and said, "To deal with Xiaomen Xiaosi, one outer disciple in the lower district is enough. Brother Huiming must have heard a saying, how can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer."

The corners of Huiming's mouth twitched, his lips moved slightly, and he said in a tone that could only be heard by two people: "Boy, if you dare to talk to me like this, I will break your hands."

The pattern is low, and Brother Hu even said that he would break his legs... Liancheng Yuyi still had a faint smile on his face.

As the fight started, Huiming let out a grin, took several steps forward, and punched Liancheng Yumianmen.

The wind of the fist blows towards the face, Lian Chengyu makes a slight wrong step, and easily dodges, then reaches out with his arm, grabs Huiming's fist, exerts force with his five fingers, twists like a twist, and immediately hears the click of Huiming's arm The crisp sound of joint dislocation.

When Lian Chengyu let go of his hand, Huiming's arm turned into gluten and hung limply.
"You're looking for death!" Huiming's face twisted and twitched due to the severe pain, he roared, and the other fist hit Lianchengyu.

"Amitabha, why are monks so hostile? It's not good, it's not good." Lian Chengyu also punched.

boom!As the two fists collided, Huiming felt a terrible force rushing in, his whole arm creaked, and the bones seemed to be split.

He was hit and staggered back.

Before he could adjust his body shape, a fist was enlarged in front of him and hit his right cheek hard. After that face was deformed for a short time, the whole person flew out, and he spit out a few teeth. He rolled several times on the ground, and it was difficult to get up for a while.

"Senior brother Huiming is really clever, he found another way, and even thought of using his face to receive the fist of junior brother, admiration, admiration!"

Lian Chengyu bowed to Huiming who was lying on the ground from afar.

Although others are not polite, he has always regarded himself as a modest gentleman.

Silent.

The entire martial arts arena was silent.

Huiming's tyranny is obvious to all.

If "Fang Shiyu" can beat Huiming, then they can accept it.

But from the fight between the two to the time Huiming flew out, it took only seven or eight breaths at most.

It's over too soon.

Especially to make the disciples of Chanjue Temple even more inconceivable, what 'Fang Shiyu' used should be the three moves of "Vajra Spinning Pestle", "Wrathful Eyes and Electricity", and "Opening the Mountain Passage" in Vajra Fist.

They are obviously very common moves, but why do they have such power.

But soon bursts of cheers sounded.

In any case, they won the Lingfa Temple, and they won cleanly.

It was a joy to vent all the resentment in my heart before.

The faces of the people in Chanjue Temple were naturally as deep as water, and the middle-aged monk with the rosary had Huiming brought over, and after cursing a trash, he winked at another disciple: "Huiwu, please go invite this disciple." A secular brother can give me some pointers."

"Yes, the disciple obeys."

After a while.

boom!
"Hey, Senior Brother Hui Wu's face is so hard, it hurt my hand from the beating."

Another moment later.

boom!
"Brother Huizhen's body skills are so clever, he actually used my full strength to fly so high and so far."

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(End of this chapter)