Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

in front of the hall.

In the spacious courtyard, the nine disciples of the Tianlong Sect looked at the Shaolin monks with wary expressions.

"Amitabha……"

Abbot Kong Wen had a kind expression on his face, shouted the Buddha's name loudly, and waved his hand gently.

The eighteen Arhats behind him immediately took action, walking separately with their feet in the right direction, half-surrounding the Tianlongmen people, and all their movements were neat and powerful.

The Eighteen Arhats moved slowly and slowly approached the people of Tianlongmen.

They all have polished heads, solemn expressions, shining eyes, steady steps, and concise temperaments.

The long sticks in their hands look like copper or gold, which makes the hairs on your chest stand up when you look at them. If an ordinary person is hit by a stick, it can break their waist and legs.

Duan Yu sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect to see the Eighteen Arhat Formation again after so many years."

300 years ago, the Eighteen Arhat Formation in Shaolin was destroyed by Tianshan Tonglao and was never revealed again.

It was as if this formation had disappeared.

"Master, let the nine disciples work together to break the Eighteen Arhat Formation?"

Duan Jun said, wanting to use Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation to deal with it.

"No need!" Duan Yu waved his hand.

After all, the Zhenwu Seven Intercept Formation is a martial art of the Wudang sect. Once used on Shaolin, it may cause trouble for Wudang.

Some people can't help but ask: How can the Wudang sect's unique skills be learned by other sects?
Or could Tianlongmen be a subordinate sect of Wudang Sect?
Terrible.

Although most of the nine disciples of the Tianlong Sect are practicing martial arts from other sects, they are also martial arts that have been lost for a long time.

Moreover, Duan Yu's original intention was to gather the best of hundreds of schools in Tianlongmen and become a holy place for martial arts.

"As a master, I will use my martial arts to deal with them." Duan Yu smiled.

The martial arts he was talking about were his own martial arts such as the Heavenly Thunder Palm and the Divine Palm.

Before the Eighteen Arhats, the three great monks of the Kongzi generation were wearing cassocks, holding Buddhist beads, walking calmly and slowly, and their faces were kind.

Behind them, there were several more monks of the Yuanzi generation, all of whom looked domineering.

This wave of combat power from Shaolin is enough to sweep through most sects in the martial arts world.

Even when dealing with the lower three sects of the six major sects: Kunlun Sect, Huashan Sect, and Kongtong Sect, there is no pressure!
"Stop talking nonsense and watch the moves!

The Master of Emptiness can’t wait to take action.

He took a few steps and grabbed Duan Yu's head with his right hand.

This grasp stretched straight from the wrist to the fingers, extremely powerful.

It’s the Shaolin dragon gripper among the 72 Shaolin stunts!
Master Kong Xing is an upright and heroic man with strong martial arts skills. His proficiency in the dragon claw hand is the most accomplished among his fellow disciples, even Master Kong Jian, who is extremely skilled in martial arts, is not as good as him.

Duan Yu smiled lightly and avoided it lightly.

The first grasp of emptiness is missed, and the next grasp follows, and then the third, fourth, and fifth grasps are issued, each claw is faster and stronger than the other.

In an instant, a gray-robed monk seemed to turn into a gray dragon. The dragon's shadow flew into the sky and its claws danced rapidly.

Kong Xing scratched him nine times in a row, but couldn't even touch Duan Yu.

The figures flickered, the two of them were always an inch apart, and their emptiness was completely controlled.

"What an amazing Qing Gong!" Abbot Kongwen's eyes were condensed, and he secretly thought something was wrong.

If this continues, Junior Brother Kongxing will become more and more passive, fearing that the other party will find an opportunity.

Kongxing became a little anxious and shouted angrily: "Don't hide if you can!"

"Master, your dragon grip is really not good at practice." Duan Yu shook his head.

He was walking the dog in a walking position, demonstrating martial arts to his disciples, and taking a look at Shaolin's martial arts.

The fifth disciple Duan Cheng practices Shaolin Dragon Claw Hands.

Kongxing snorted coldly: "If you have the guts, just confront me head-on and beat me to pieces!"

"Is this what you said?" Duan Yu smiled.

He hadn't heard such a request in a long time.

"Not bad!" Master Kongxing stepped forward quickly, his dragon claw hand becoming more and more fierce.

Duan Yu naturally wouldn't coddle him, so he faced his dragon-clawed hand and slapped it with his palm.

But with a bang, Master Kongxing flew out.

The clawed right hand was broken and dripping with blood.The entire right arm seemed to have been struck by lightning, it was scorched black and seemed to be smoking.

The Shaolin monks exclaimed one after another.

"Senior brother!"

Abbot Kongwen stepped forward to investigate, and his expression suddenly changed.

Junior Brother Kongxing was not only seriously injured, but there seemed to be a very overbearing internal force running around in his body.

As the person involved in the matter, Kongxing, Rao is a strong man, and he is also sweating profusely at this time.

I felt an overwhelming force, as hot as fire, rushing into my internal organs and scorching my meridians.

At this moment, Master Sunyata's heart was filled with despair.

He didn't expect that he would lose so miserably.

Master Kongxing grew up in Shaolin. In the past 50 years, he has only gone down the mountain four or five times.

He has been practicing martial arts hard for decades, hoping to become famous and dominate the world when he comes down from the mountain.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, he was instantly blocked by the opponent!
"Donor Duan has such a spicy trick!"

Abbot Kong Wen checked for his pulse, and his face suddenly darkened like black ice. He turned to look at Duan Yu, his eyes like blades, flashing with cold light.

Master Kong Zhi also stared at Duan Yu coldly.

Duan Yu smiled nonchalantly and said, "You guys are not good at Shaolin martial arts, but you go out to pick fights. How dare the light of a firefly compete with the bright moon?"

"I'm in a hurry, let's go together!"

Without allowing the two monks to hesitate, Duan Yu reached out with his palm and struck lightly towards Master Kongzhi's palace.

His palms were clean and neat, and his movements were graceful. Duan Luan and the others who were watching from the side could hardly help clapping their hands.

"Drink!" Master Kongzhi used the Skanda Palm, thrust his right hand forward, and slashed towards Duan Yu's wrist. There was a whistling sound, and the power was extraordinary.

Shaolin's 72 unique skills, if you can practice one or two, you will be a great monk.

In the entire Shaolin Temple, for thousands of years, there has been only one Xuan Cheng, a monk of the Thirteen Ultimate Skills, who has practiced the 72 unique skills to more than twelve.

Master Kong Zhi actually practiced eleven 72 stunts.

Not to mention proficiency, this ability alone is enough to be proud of.

Many Dorin stunts can be changed at will in Kong Zhi's hands to deal with Duan Yu's attacks.

Duan Yu struck out with his left palm at the same time, and towards Master Kongwen on the left, he also walked straight into the middle palace unceremoniously, hoping to anger the two monks.

What Kong Wen used was the Vajra Prajna Palm, which is also one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin.

Compared with the very strong and powerful Vajra Palm, it is a bit softer, but more sharp. The palm movement is erratic and looks for gaps. It is even more difficult to practice the Vajra Palm.

Abbot Kong Wen's light palm moved towards Duan Yu's left palm, wanting to hit it hard.

Duan Yu turned his right hand and faced Master Kongzhi's Skanda Palm. His left hand was slightly slower and faced the Vajra Prajna Palm floating in the air.

With the sound of "Boom!", the four palms met and struck each other head-on.

The Skanda Palm is strong and fierce, while the Vajra Prajna Palm is both strong and soft.

Two domineering palms struck together, Duan Yu's body remained motionless, his face remained as usual, and he showed a faint smile.

Look at the other two monks again.

After receiving Duan Yu's palm, Kong Zhi and Kong Wen's bodies swayed at the same time, unable to control themselves, and the monk's robes fluttered as if there was a strong wind blowing in their faces.

The two of them stepped back five steps at the same time, sinking three inches under their feet, and their faces flushed at the same time, as if they were drunk.

Master Kong Zhi was shocked and thought to himself: "If my combat power is six thousand, his is at least one hundred thousand!"

"Amitabha, Donor Duan has such deep inner strength, I admire him!"

Kong Wen heard that Abbot clasped his hands together and sighed kindly, his rosy face full of incredulous expression.

Even senior brother Kongxing was unable to catch the two palms.

But it was easily done by the donor Duan in front of him.

He really didn't understand how the other party practiced?
"Haha, is the Shaolin monk so unbearable? Try again!"

Duan Yu laughed and became interested.

These two old monks are not without merit. They have deep inner strength, are mellow and gentle, and are endless like rivers. They are full of mystery.

With such pure inner energy, it must be great to smoke! (End of chapter)