The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 138 Donor, You Abolish Your Martial Arts

Feng Ji remained calm, stuffed a piece of fragrant meat into his mouth, and said with a smile: "This meat tastes good, you should try it."

Wang Xianliang understood and said with a smile, "Let me try it."

The three of them pretended not to know anything, drinking tea and eating meat.

At this time, he saw Yuan Hui, a monk of the Shaolin School, standing up and approaching Feng Ji and the others.

But he put his hands together and said with a smile: "Amitabha, some benefactors, the poor monk Shaolin Yuanhui, I would like to ask some of you to give me some convenience."

Feng Ji glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Niu boldly said immediately: "Hey, monk, if you want food, don't talk about it."

That Yuan Hui was not angry, just smiled and said: "The benefactor has misunderstood, some poor monks want to buy three horses, can some of you make it easier?"

"Of course, there will be no shortage of three benefactors for money."

As he spoke, he took out a few gold ingots, each of which weighed quite a bit, probably worth more than ten taels.

This adds up to 30 taels.

You know, 30 taels of gold is a lot of money.

Generally, the price of a horse is around [-] to [-] copper coins, which is equivalent to [-] taels of gold.

30 taels of gold is more than enough to buy Feng Ji's inferior horses.

Feng Ji glanced at Yuan Hui, couldn't help but smiled, and said: "The Shaolin faction is really rich, and it's gold when you make a move. Hehe, let me tell you, what are the people in the world doing farming? Why don't they all become monks? never mind."

Niu boldly laughed too: "Hahaha, brother Feng, what you said is reasonable, how can you make money as a monk by farming? But I heard that Shaolin Temple does not accept everyone. If the family has no money, others It’s not rare to collect.”

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Oh? Is there such a thing? Shaolin recruits apprentices, but also depends on their social status?"

Niu boldly smiled and said, "Isn't that right? Look at the rivers and lakes, who can worship Shaolin and become a disciple of Shaolin laymen, who is not a person with a head and a face?"

"Not to mention the closest one, it is the Longmen Bodyguard Agency that was exterminated ten years ago, isn't that the disciple of Shaolin layman?"

Wang Xianliang also said with a half-smile, "I heard that Du Dajin's last dart trip by the Longmen Escort Bureau was worth thousands of gold. Hehe, it's a pity that the money is not worth spending. Not to mention losing the dart, the whole family will die."

In the past ten years, the famous decent sects headed by the six major sects in the world have had a serious grievance with the Sky Eagle Sect.

In order to track down Xie Xun's whereabouts over the years, the Shaolin faction killed many Skyhawk disciples.

Naturally, there are many Ziwei Hall disciples among them.

So when Wang Xianliang and Niu boldly opened their mouths, they immediately mocked the bald donkey.

Monk Yuan Hui was angry when he saw that they refused.

When Feng Ji taunted him about the Shaolin sect, he became even more angry.

At this time, when I heard Niu Bold and Wang Xianliang sing together again, mentioning the tragedy of the Longmen Bodyguard Bureau, my expression suddenly changed!
"How dare you, who are you guys!?"

Yuan Hui snarled, and suddenly stretched out a hand, grabbing the nearest Niu Bold!
Niu Boldly had been prepared for a long time, and immediately stepped back, kicked the stool over and smashed it at Yuan Hui.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Hui's internal strength was so good, he punched out casually, and with a bang, the stool exploded instantly, and sawdust flew wildly.

He was extremely fast, and with a Wei Tuo palm, he slapped Niu boldly on the chest.

Niu boldly practiced horizontal kung fu, how could he know how to do light work?

He was caught up by him in an instant, and the palm was about to fall.

Yuan Hui withdrew his hand suddenly, turned around and hit behind him.

Bang!
Hearing a muffled explosion, Wang Xianliang staggered and took a few steps back before releasing Yuan Hui's Wei Tuo palm.

His face was ugly, and he said coldly: "What a Shaolin Wei Tuo palm!"

Yuan Hui's face was cold: "So you are members of Tianying Sect!"

When he shot just now, he had already seen the eagle pattern under Niu Bold's sleeve.

The six major sects have been fighting with the Skyhawk Sect for ten years, so they naturally know that the followers of the Skyhawk Sect will embroider such a flying eagle on their sleeves.

At this time, several other Shaolin monks also reacted and surrounded Feng Ji and the three of them.

One of them even shouted: "Demon Cult monster, why don't you just arrest him with your hands free?"

Niu Bold and Wang Xianliang subconsciously stood beside Feng Ji, taking precautions on the left and right.

Feng Ji slowly ate the last mouthful of fragrant meat, then clapped his hands, stood up, and said: "It is said that Shaolin's martial arts come from Shaolin, but I want to see if Shaolin's martial arts are really so powerful."

A young monk sneered: "My Shaolin martial arts is not very good, how can you hide your head and show your tail? How can you not know? You have been hiding in Tibet all these years, isn't it because you are afraid of us?"

Feng Ji suddenly burst out laughing: "Hide your head and show your tail? Hahahaha, do you think we are hiding from you?"

He shook his head and laughed.

"Isn't it?" the monk sneered.

Feng Ji sneered: "You are also worthy?"

Niu boldly scolded: "My sect is to fight against the tyrants, and the rebels rebelled, so they naturally act in secret. Otherwise, with your so-called decent families, you are also worthy of letting our Tianying sect avoid it?"

"Brother, what are you going to say to this group of demon cultists? If you catch them, maybe you can find out where Bai Guishou is!" A Shaolin monk roared.

At that moment, the four Shaolin monks rushed forward one after another.

Wang Xianliang and Niu boldly fought against each other, and the two sides fought back and forth.

On Feng Ji's side, Monk Yuanhui clasped his hands together and said: "Benefactor, your fists and feet have no eyes, and the poor monk doesn't want to move rashly, so you can abolish your martial arts."

Feng Ji smiled, there are too many monks in Shaolin Temple who are hypocritical.

The monk opened his mouth and let himself abolish his martial arts.

Don't they know, in this world, what is the difference between abolishing martial arts and being disabled?
It is better for a warrior to die than to abolish his martial arts.

At this time, the last young monk had rushed towards Feng Ji, about one meter away from Feng Ji, and suddenly punched Feng Ji in the chest with a long fist!

The sound of punches pierced the air, and there was a piercing sound.

Although this young monk is not very old, he has cultivated his inner strength.

Although it is not deep enough, it is also quite powerful, with the level of the third rate in the world.

Bang!
The young monk punched Feng Ji in the chest.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound.

Feng Ji didn't hide or dodge, feeling the depth of the opponent's inner strength, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly: "With this little ability, how dare you come out to embarrass others?"

"you--"

The young monk turned pale with shock, his Shaolin Arhat Fist had been practiced to a high degree of proficiency a long time ago, with this punch, not to mention splitting stones, it could at least pierce a solid wood.

How could it be useless to hit this person?
The other party didn't even shake it?
"Monk, if you punch me, I'll punch you, is it fair?"

The corners of Feng Ji's mouth grinned, revealing his white teeth, like a ferocious beast that chooses someone to devour.

He spread out his palm, and suddenly clenched it.

The moment the five fingers were grasped, because the speed was too fast, the air in the palm didn't even have time to escape, and there was a low-pitched sonic boom instantly!
The air flow escaped between his fingers, and he has already clenched his hands into fists!

Such a terrible scene scared the young monk to stand on the spot.

Seeing this, Yuan Hui's pupils shrank immediately, and she stomped on the ground. Her figure was like a thunderbolt, and she rushed forward in an instant, shouting: "Hui Feng, get out of the way!"

He yelled loudly, he had already rushed behind the monk named Huifeng, he yanked Huifeng's shoulder violently, trying to pull him back!
But at this moment, there was only a loud roar in the air.

The wind of terror strikes.

Huifeng's figure was pulled back quickly by Yuan Hui, and she retreated several meters in the blink of an eye.

However, that terrifying punching style never stopped at all.

But I saw Feng Ji's right leg kicked the ground suddenly, and in an instant, the ground burst into holes, the grass splashed, and the mud flew.

Feng Ji shot out like a meteorite.

His face was cold, and he sternly shouted: "Stay here!"

boom!
But seeing his punch blowing into the air, the terrifying air flow turned into a violent fist wind, tearing the air apart while whistling.

Before the punch came, the young monk named Huifeng's clothes burst, his chest trembled wildly, and the wind of the fist caused layers of flesh waves!
Bang-!
The fist landed on the monk's chest, and there was an astonishing muffled sound.

Monk Yuan Hui felt his arm holding Huifeng's shoulder tremble suddenly.

The figure flew backwards uncontrollably.

With a bang, the tables and chairs of the tea shop that he and Huifeng directly collided with were shattered and fell down among the ruins.

Monk Yuan Hui couldn't believe it, and hurriedly looked at Huifeng.

But Huifeng's eyes widened, his face was full of horror, and he had already died of anger.

Monk Yuanhui trembled all over, and looked down at Huifeng's chest.

Immediately, his pupils constricted, but he saw a bloody hole in his apprentice's chest!

The visceral bones inside are clearly visible, and even the grass under the wound can be seen!

"Huifeng!"

Yuan Hui roared miserably, and her eyes instantly turned red.

It turned out that this punch pierced Huifeng's chest right through!
Yuan Hui suddenly raised her head and looked at Feng Ji angrily.

Feng Ji shook his hand slowly, and the blood stains flew away.

With a smile in his mouth, he said, "One punch for one punch, it's fair."

"Who are you!"

Yuan Hui stared at Feng Ji, wishing she could kill Feng Ji with her eyes!
Feng Ji grinned: "Sky Eagle Sect, Ziwei Hall, Feng Ji!"

Yuan Hui gritted her teeth, but no matter what, she couldn't think of such a character.

At this moment, the two Shaolin monks who were fighting against Niu Bold and Wang Xianliang stopped fighting and retreated.

The eyes of the two were red, and one cried, "Senior Brother Huifeng!"

"Master, brother, he...he..."

Yuan Hui put down the body and quickly shouted, "You two go first!"

"Master!"

"go!"

The two Hui disciples, with red eyes, gritted their teeth, turned and ran away.

Feng Ji shook his head slightly: "Did I let you go?"

Immediately, he lifted his foot and rolled it, and a stone hidden in the soil was exposed on the ground, and then Feng Ji kicked the stone violently with his iron legs.

With a bang, the stone shot out like an arrow.

Yuan Hui turned pale with shock, and hastily struck the stone with her palm.

puff--!
The stone shot through his palm in an instant, and continued to shoot at the back of the head of a fleeing Shaolin disciple with unabated strength.

"careful!"

Yuan Hui couldn't care less about the pain piercing through the palm of her hand, and yelled in fright.

But it was too late, the stone hit the Shaolin disciple in the back of the head with a bang.

Hearing a scream, the Shaolin disciple's head exploded, and with a bang, he fell to the ground.

Another disciple heard the scream and hurriedly turned around to see such a terrifying scene.

He was suddenly terrified, and shouted: "Senior brother!"

Immediately turned his head and yelled: "Demon Cult demons, you guys are going to die—ah!"

Before he finished speaking, another stone shot directly into his mouth, his head exploded instantly, and yellow and white matter splashed everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Hui's eyes widened, her face was full of shock and anger, she turned around abruptly, and roared in her mouth, "Demon Cult monster, I will fight you!"

He jumped up, ran with all his inner breath, injected his palms, and slammed at Feng Ji.

It is the Shaolin Wei Tuo Palm!
As one of Shaolin's 72 unique skills, Wei Tuo Palm is extremely powerful and extremely difficult to practice.

Yuan Hui has practiced this skill for no less than 20 years, and she has already perfected it.

This palm exercised enough strength, the palm force was exhausted, and there was a roar of thunder in the air.

The palm wind whizzed around, tearing the air, and violently slapped it!

Feng Ji's eyes lit up, and the corner of his mouth grinned: "Good time!"

But he didn't dodge when he saw him, and he also used his palm force to bombard him!
But he saw that his hands were like cast iron, full of majestic aura and full of palms.

The Thirteenth Taibao—Iron Palm Kung Fu!

The two palms intersected and collided violently.

In an instant, both palms clashed, and the air shook violently!
The airflow centered on the palms of the two, and suddenly exploded in all directions.

The airflow is like circular ripples, visible to the naked eye!
It wasn't until a few tenths of a second later that the roar exploded!

The delay of this sound was only caused by the two palms coming out too fast, and the internal force against the explosion was too strong!
Bang-!
When the violent sound came, Niu boldly stared at the scene with his eyes wide open.

But he saw that the bald donkey's arms exploded directly, just like Yu Datong back then.

In an instant, the pieces of flesh and blood exploded and shot in all directions.

Compared with Yu Datong, this bald donkey's internal strength was obviously a little stronger, but his wrists began to explode and shatter.

The forearm was comminuted, and the fleshy stump was still hanging on the elbow.

Yuan Hui's face turned pale in an instant, and Feng Ji's powerful internal force instantly penetrated into his body.

The internal organs trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

He rowed for more than ten meters on the ground, and hit a tree with a bang.

The big tree trembled violently, but in the end it still couldn't hold on, and with a creak, it collapsed.

Yuan Hui's body slowly leaned against the broken tree, slipped and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he stared at Feng Ji.

The five internal organs in the body were torn apart, and he forcibly survived with a mouthful of internal breath.

"Horizontal practice... Dacheng..."

He mumbled his lips and spit out these four words.

Feng Ji walked up to him, and said calmly: "How is it compared to your Shaolin "King Kong Is Not Bad Body"?"

He opened Yuan Hui's clothes and found the gold ingot.

Yuan Hui spat out another mouthful of blood, and with the last of her breath, she said, "Evil...devil... heretics!"

Feng Ji sneered suddenly, stood up, and said, "Is your Shaolin Kung Fu the only one that is authentic in the world?"

"You claim to be upright, but you haven't seen how many people you rescued and how many Mongolian Tartars you killed. Is this the kindness you speak of?"

Yuan Hui didn't speak, but just stared at Feng Ji.

Feng Ji frowned, touched his neck, and found that Yuan Hui was dead.

Immediately, he couldn't help shaking his head: "What's the point of talking to you, a dead man."

He turned around and left, saying: "Niu Daudao, search the other bald donkeys for money."

"Okay!"

Niu boldly smiled, and immediately started searching.

Wang Xianliang also offered to help, and the two rummaged through the remaining corpses, and found dozens of taels of silver and two hangs of copper coins.

Niu Bold couldn't help mentioning the Shaolin monk's corpse, and scolded: "These bald donkeys have so much money!"

Wang Xianliang was also full of disdain, and said: "Hmph, even a monk of the Yuan Dynasty can carry so much silver with him, this Shaolin Temple is the richest sect in the world."

"Damn it, how many of our brothers on the front line have dug up all the fucking wild vegetables and are starving to fight with Mongolian Tartars. This group of people don't have to do anything. They just need to eat fast and recite Buddha's name to make a lot of money. They really deserve to die .”

Wang Xianliang was also full of resentment: "We should let the Mongolian Tartars destroy these so-called decent families first!"

Feng Ji had expected that the monks would not do production, but would eat fast and recite the Buddha's name. In troubled times, they would occupy a lot of fertile land and naturally be rich.

A place that has been passed down for thousands of years, such as Shaolin Temple, has trained a large number of monks and has a high status in the world.

In order to be able to join the Shaolin School, how many high-ranking officials spend money to pay homage to the sect and become disciples of laymen.

Can Shaolin Temple have no money?
In fact, all the major sects in the world are local bully kings.

Some sects speak, even more effective than the local government.

I heard that the people on the Huashan side had grievances, and they didn't even go to the government, but turned to the heroes of Huashan to make decisions.

In this case, the major factions are naturally not short of money.

Of course, in terms of being rich, the six factions are not the richest.

The richest ones are the Haisha Sect and the Giant Whale Sect.

They control the water veins of the Central Plains, land transportation, overseas trade, salt and iron business, all of which intervene.

In terms of making money, the six major sects are really inferior to these sects.

Of course, this is the world of martial arts after all, and strength comes first.

Schools like Haisha School, Giant Whale Gang, and Shenquan School make money, but they can't keep it without masters.

Although the Sky Eagle Sect has no money, but there are many masters, they can still fight with these sects for ten years.

Even when Xie Xun was alone, he killed the masters of these sects at the Wangpanshan Sword Raising Conference.

It can be seen that in this world, money is not as important as fists.

Martial arts is the first, big fist is the truth.

If it wasn't for the purpose of dealing with the Mongol Tartars, the Tianying Sect would have swept all the major gangs in the south of the Yangtze River.

Of course, if there were no Mongol Tartars, there would not be so many people joining the Sky Eagle Sect.

It makes sense to drink and peck.

Feng Ji dropped a bag of money casually, and said to the old man and girl who got under the table in fright: "Old man, the broken things are ours. You keep the money, pack up your things and leave here early."

The old man didn't dare to talk, he was trembling under the table.

Feng Ji didn't bother him, got on his horse, and said to Wang Xianliang and Niu Daudao: "Let's go, let's go to Xuancheng immediately."

"Emei and Shaolin are definitely not the first batch. It seems that the whereabouts of our Baitan Lord have been leaked."

Wang Xianliang also got on his horse and immediately said, "Shall we intervene?"

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Why not? Aren't the Outer Five Altars members of the Tianying Sect?"

Niu boldly couldn't help but said: "Since the hall master disappeared, the people in the Xuanwu altar don't want to see our Ziwei hall, why save them?"

Feng Ji said indifferently: "We are going to do big things, so we can't just focus on Ziweitang."

"Since we want to fight the Mongols, we need helpers. In the past, they looked down on Ziweitang and didn't give Ziweitang brothers a good face. That's because our Ziweitang is weak."

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten. There is nothing to say about this."

"But since Ziweitang is up to me in the future, no one can look down on us anymore."

"To save him today, he must remember our kindness, so Xuanwu Altar can stand by our side."

"In the future, even if the leader doesn't agree with me controlling the Ziwei Hall, I have to ask the brothers below if they agree."

Wang Xianliang was thoughtful, looking at Feng Ji's eyes, he admired Ming Ming even more.

Niu boldly scratched his head, and couldn't help asking: "What if he doesn't remember our kindness?"

"Hey, hey, let's pretend that he died in Wangpanshan ten years ago!"

　Damn, I stayed up all night to finish today's two chapters, and then I looked at the monthly pass, it's already a thousand and one?Are you trying to kill me? (cry)
　　
　
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