Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 227

"He's too weak, come on together!"

Duan Yu's words were like a bomb, causing Wan'an Temple to buzz and whisper.

Go together?

The tone is too loud!

Do you know how many of us there are?

How many top players are there?

"Your Majesty, you have such good tricks! No wonder you are so famous in the world."

Although Wang Baobao smiled, his eyes were extremely sharp.

"Master, I want to ask you for some advice!"

Ah Er, who was guarding him in front of him, respectfully asked for a fight.

A'er is short, thin and dry. The Baihui point on the top of his head is as bright as new, his temples are deeply sunken, and his eyes are slightly drooped, as if he has fallen asleep. Occasionally, they open and close, but they are shining brightly.

Such abnormality is the result of extremely deep inner martial arts.

Wang Baobao glanced at Ah Er and nodded slightly.

This person is a master of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. He is gifted with extraordinary talents and amazing magical power. He has refined his internal strength from the outside in, reached the Mahayana, and developed a very strong internal strength.

His skill is so profound that it surpasses the blue and surpasses the blue, even better than Huo Gong Tutuo, the founder of the Vajra Sect who is not familiar with internal skills.

Although Wang Baobao was not proficient in martial arts, he was shocked when he saw Ah Er fighting hundreds of elite Mongolian soldiers alone.

Such a character will surely live up to expectations!
Ah Er bowed, turned around, and slowly walked towards Duan Yu.

Every time he took a step, his body made a rattling noise, like bamboo whips set off during the New Year, and his gray monk's robes puffed up in the wind, like a balloon being inflated.

He took nine steps in total, leaving footprints several inches deep and as neatly as carved.

"What are you waiting for, hurry up!" Duan Yu said impatiently.

A'er's eyes were as bright as candles, burning brightly, but with a slight smile on his skinny face, he slowly raised his palm and pushed out slowly.

"Hoo!" sounded like a strong wind blowing.

Duan Yu's white clothes are fluttering, standing in the wind, and he is as outstanding as an immortal.

With a lazy expression, he slowly raised his shiny and warm palms to meet Ah Er's thick palms.

The two palms met, and a "pop" sound was quite strange.

Monk Ah'er's robe suddenly deflated, and then his body tilted and flew out, rolling in the air for two and a half weeks. Fortunately, he used the Thousand Jin Fall to land.

His skinny face was flushed, as if he was drunk. He staggered back three steps, his footprints half a foot deep, trying his best to stabilize his body that was swaying from side to side.

"Good internal strength!" Duan Yu looked at him with a smile.

Ah Er felt bitter in his heart, swallowed the hot blood in his throat, twitched the corners of his mouth, and revealed an ugly smile.

He was hit by the Heavenly Thunder God's palm, and felt that his body was in a mess, colliding and tearing each other, and his meridians were in pain and might break at any time.

I can no longer exert any inner strength.

The people behind him saw his skinny body trembling slightly and knew something was wrong.

"Brother!"

Ah San didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly took a few steps forward, came behind Ah Er, and pressed his right hand like a leaf fan on his vest.

Both of them come from the Vajra Sect of the Western Region, have similar internal powers, and have bonuses in healing.

Duan Yu looked at them with a half-smile.

"boom!"

Ah San's majestic body was suddenly knocked away and fell at Wang Baobao's feet, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He cursed angrily, slapped the ground with both hands, and stood up neatly, quite vigorously.

A pair of flat palm prints appeared on the ground, about three inches deep. A small stone in the palm prints did not sink into the mud, but turned into powder.

Seeing everyone's gaze, Ah San felt even more embarrassed. He stepped forward again and pressed his palms against his senior brother's vest.

He summoned up all his strength and tried his best to resist the counter-shock from the Heavenly Thunder God Palm.

Within a few breaths, his face turned red, like a cooked shrimp, and white gas came out of his head.

Ah Si is of medium height, ordinary, and very unattractive.

Seeing that his senior brother was struggling, he also hurriedly took a few steps forward, put his palms on Asan's vest, and his inner strength continued to flow through.

Wang Baobao and others were surprised, wondering what they were doing.

Ah Er stood there motionless, but Ah San was working hard, as if he was competing with others with his internal strength.

But Duan Yu just stood there with a faint sneer, which was really weird.

"You monster, what kind of magic are you doing!"

Ah San's face was full of anger, he pointed at Duan Yu and cursed bitterly: "I don't believe you are really that powerful!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Wang Baobao, his expression turned respectful, and he bowed and said: "Master, Rong Xiao, go and teach her a lesson!"

Wang Baobao frowned and nodded lightly: "Don't try to be brave!"

"Yes!"

Ah San stepped forward, his eyes like fire, he stepped forward without hesitation and stretched out his hand to grab Duan Yu. The tendons in his hand were stretched out, and the roots were visible, directly in the middle palace.

His powerful Vajra finger has reached the level of perfection, and the force of the finger is enough to break bones and tendons!

Duan Yu stood there with his hands behind his back and gave him an encouraging look.

Ah San sneered in his heart, how dare he stand still!

Even a warrior wearing leather armor would be scratched like tissue paper if he put his claws down!

He is seeking death on his own, and he cannot blame others!
Thinking in his mind, he increased his strength and deliberately wanted to kill him.

There was a "bang" sound, like leather being hit. Ah San screamed secretly, and felt a powerful force coming in, like a mighty river, which could not be controlled.

His thin body flew straight up, drawing an arc in the air, and fell embarrassingly onto the pagoda, sending up a burst of dust.

"Pfft!" Ah San struggled to sit up, turned his head and spat out blood, his face looked horrified, as if he had seen a ghost.

Duan Yu glanced at him coldly and dismissed him.

Such clowns are really not worth taking action on their own. Just the counterattack of Beiming's magical power is enough to defeat the opponent.

The people were secretly startled.

Ah San is a top-notch expert. Although he is not as good as Xuan Ming and the others, he is not far behind. He didn't expect to be so vulnerable.

When Abbot Kongwen and Master Kongzhi in the tower saw this, they felt very happy.

His junior brother Kongxing died in the hands of this person!
"If Yuan Ting only has this little strength, let him go quickly to prevent me from going on a killing spree." Duan Yu swept around the crowd.

"Insanity!"

Wang Baobao was angry and glared at him hatefully.

Although he was shocked by Duan Yu's unpredictable martial arts, he was not discouraged. The real master had not yet made his move.

He thought in his heart that Ah Si's kung fu was the weakest and he couldn't go out and show off his good looks.

The two elders, Xuanming and Ming, were by their sister's side again, so they had no choice but to let this one take action.

"Master Ku..."

Wang Baobao turned around and looked at the red-haired Tutuo next to him.

This Tutuo was tall and tall, with scars all over his face and red hair. He looked like a red-haired ghost, which was extremely scary.

The mute Tutuo nodded, his face was scarred horribly, but his eyes were clear and handsome.

He floated out and drew the sword from his waist.

The long sword shone coldly in the sun, and he made a gesture to Duan Yu.

Duan Yu smiled and shook his head. Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of Light, made himself look like this, and it was a huge sacrifice.

"It's still too weak. Come on together, I'm in a hurry!"

"Okay! That's what you said!"

Ah Si agreed fiercely, with the veins on his neck slightly exposed, as if he was speaking hoarsely, but his voice was low and hoarse.

Two fellow disciples, one was killed and the other was deposed, how could he not be angry?
Ah Si is the strong character who used the Vajra Wave Palm to sneak attack Zhang Sanfeng in the original book.

"Suffer death!" Jingang Boruo slapped Duan Yu with a heavy palm force without any emotion.

"Ants!"

Duan Yu looked indifferent and shattered Ah Si's Tianling Cap with a flick of his finger.

"on!"

Wang Baobao was shocked and shouted: "All of you! Kill him!"

The figures of the eight monks behind him moved suddenly, like eight red clouds, quickly surrounding Duan Yu.

Duan Yu turned his head and glanced at Wang Baobao, then glanced at the eight monks.

Their skin was fair, and they seemed to have been pampered and had not suffered from wind and rain.

The palms of these people are much larger than ordinary people's, about the size of cattail leaf fans, but not rough.

All the martial arts in the body are probably in these two hands, and they are the internal martial arts.

The Mahamudra of Tantric Buddhism has unpredictable power. If it can be practiced to the state of transformation, it can surpass the level of martial arts.

Duan Yu had studied it carefully and became proficient in this technique.

Just looking at the appearance of their palms, it was obvious that the skill of the big mudra was still far behind, and he almost didn't bother to reach out to them.

But Wang Baobao's eyes were sharp and he looked like he wanted to teach him a lesson, which made Duan Yu quite unhappy and decided to play with them.

The eight monks in red clothes nodded together, their attitude was calm, neither humble nor overbearing.

Duan Yu slowly stretched out his right hand, and the palm of his hand gradually changed color, from warm and shiny white to red.

When he straightened his arm, it turned into a bright red color like blood, which was extremely bright and looked a bit weird.

Then, he slowly retracted his right palm, and the color of his palm changed again, slowly turning from bright red to lighter, which was exactly the opposite from before.

"The Tantric Mahamudra!"

The first monk exclaimed, his face as calm as water suddenly changed, and his eyes were extremely surprised.

The reason why Tantric Buddhism is called Tantric Buddhism is the secret of its inheritance. It is the principle that Tantric Buddhism upholds.

Moreover, the martial arts of Tantric Buddhism are contrary to orthodox theory.

Even if outsiders steal the martial arts of Tantric Buddhism, it will be difficult for them to practice it. They must obtain the initiation from a master to establish the foundation.

How could they not be shocked when they saw Duan Yu actually using this powerful and unknown hand seal?
"Is this donor a member of the Tantric Sect?"

The white and plump Buddhist monk titheed and asked leisurely, showing quite a Buddhist majesty.

Duan Yu clasped his hands together, put his right palm up in front of his chest, condensing without speaking, and smiled faintly: "You think too highly of your Tantric sect."

Monk Fan frowned and said, "Then how do you know that my Tantra does not teach the secrets?"

"Because your ancestor was defeated by me!"

After saying that, Duan Yu no longer gave them a chance to speak, and walked up to the big lama in a flash.

He pushed it out gently with his right palm, with a slight smile on his face, like a smile holding a flower, with the unique Buddhist aura of compassion and no murderous intent.

The fat lama had a solemn look on his face. Seeing the strange behavior of Duan Yu's palm just now, he knew that the heat of his own big mudra could not compare with it.

Although he was surprised and confused, how did he practice it and whether it was a real Mahamudra.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think too much. He quickly took out the golden cymbal from his back and drew a golden light, which was extremely fast and slashed towards Duan Yu's wrist.

Duan Yu smiled faintly, and made a strange gesture with his fingers either vertically, horizontally, or open.

This is half of the Buddhist mudra, with the wrist turned to meet the golden cymbal.

When the great lama saw this, he couldn't help but smile secretly, and held the golden cymbal faster.

Although the Mahamudra of Tantric Buddhism is powerful, it is not invulnerable to swords.

The sound of "clang" was like the clash of gold and iron. Duan Yu's middle finger and index finger hit the side of the golden cymbal exactly, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge of the golden cymbal.

The fat lama in red swayed and took a step back.

His fair face flushed, and he took another step back before standing firm.

The hand holding the golden cymbal trembled slightly, and the golden cymbal seemed to fall to the ground at any time.

"Come on together."

Duan Yu slowly retracted his right hand, put it upright in front of his chest, and said with a slight smile.

The big lama in red closed his eyes slightly, his chest and abdomen were rising and falling violently, and he was whirring like a strong wind passing through the woods.

When the other monks saw this, they were shocked.

This is the secret Pana Breathing Technique. It is extremely difficult to practice and is extremely strong and domineering. It can activate the potential in the body, suppress injuries, and double the skill. However, it requires meditation and recuperation afterwards, which may take several days or months.

Since the eldest brother has activated this secret technique, he must have suffered serious internal injuries.

"on!"

The seven monks shouted in unison, like a thunderbolt exploding in everyone's ears, which made Wang Baobao tremble all over and his blood boiled.

They each reached out and took out the golden cymbals from behind, flicked their wrists slightly, and shot out streaks of golden light.

The golden cymbal had already come out of his hand and shot towards Duan Yu like a hidden weapon.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was only a few steps, and the speed of the golden cymbal was extremely fast and sinister, which obviously violated the upright rules of the Central Plains Wulin.

Duan Yu smiled slightly, his eyes were warm, he raised one palm, his face was filled with compassion, as if the true Buddha was coming to the world, and the Buddha's light shrouded his body.

With the sound of "Cang!", the golden light shot out and dispersed like ripples, hitting several golden cymbals that were lasing.

The golden cymbals were shattered, and the fragments were shot in all directions.

But after hearing screams, the eight monks were the first to be killed instantly.

The surrounding Yuan soldiers were also unlucky and were penetrated by fragments.

Kutoutuo and others all trembled and covered their chests, with expressions of surprise and disbelief.

"Amitabha!"

The Shaolin monks in the pagoda saw Duan Yu being shrouded in Buddha's light, as if they had seen the Buddha's true body. They were stunned for a moment, and then they all clasped their hands together and recited scriptures silently.

"You..." Wang Baobao had never seen such a scene before, and he didn't know why for a moment.

"Ask the donor to go to the west!"

Duan Yu smiled slightly and slapped Wang Baobao to death on the spot.

This person is a somewhat powerful general in the Yuan Dynasty. He cannot leave any harm in the future, so he should get rid of him as soon as possible.

"The young prince was killed!"

Then there was a burst of shouting, and Yuan soldiers rioted.

"Avenge the young prince!"

Under the command of several thousand captains, they came to kill the generals one after another.

"Seek your own way!"

Duan Yu closed his eyes slightly, and then slowly opened them. Two electric lights burst out, which were so bright that it was difficult to look directly.

A talisman slowly rose from his hand, swirling in scarlet red.

As Duan Yu threw out the talisman, Wan'an Temple was ablaze in an instant.

The body of Yuan Bing, who was charging towards him, suddenly burst into flames and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

In just a short moment, hundreds of Yuan Bing were cremated and turned into ashes in full view of the public.

The remaining people were in danger and fled in all directions, screaming.

"How is this going?"

The various sects could see clearly in the tower, but they didn't understand what was going on.

Duan Yu looked towards the pagoda.

Whether they were from Wudang, Shaolin, or Kongtong Sect, everyone looked at me with fear in their eyes.

"What are you doing standing still? Come out!"

Duan Yu slapped his palm from the air, killing all the guards on the tower.

A big hole was opened in the pagoda by the force of the palm, and it was on the verge of collapse.

(End of this chapter)