Ah Zi's attack was so fast that no one expected it. It should be very difficult to dodge.

But Master Shenshan is as famous as Abbot Xuanci in the martial arts world, so naturally he has extraordinary skills. He was already irritated by A Zi, his two white eyebrows flew up, and he shouted loudly, like thunder splitting the sky, and with both arms raised, he pushed out a move of "Open the Window to Look at the Moon".

He returned the attack with anger at this time, with extraordinary swiftness, and when their palms touched, there was a loud bang and thunder, and the strong internal force flowed between the two of them, and the clothes of the Shaolin disciples on both sides also fluttered.

Ah Zi and the Hermit of Shenshan each took a step back.

The monks were both impressed and frightened. Ah Zi's strong internal strength was beyond everyone's expectation. They thought, "People say Feng Yi is a rare martial arts genius. His martial arts skills are so high that no one in the world can match him. When killing people, he always smiles. He is known as the 'Smiling Yama'. Now that this girl has such unique skills, one can imagine his own cultivation level!"

The Master of Shenshan looked ashen. With his status in the martial arts world equal to that of the Shaolin abbot, he fought with all his strength and was evenly matched with a girl of sixteen or seventeen. After today, he didn't know how the martial arts world would judge him! Ah Zi was ruthless and cruel. After one move, she didn't see the winner, so she raised her palms and was about to attack again. Xuan Ci saw that the two of them had a life-and-death situation as soon as they fought. How could this be possible? He chanted the Buddhist name "Amitabha" in a deep voice, and at the same time, he flicked his robe sleeves and dodged to hide between the two.

Xuan Ci used the Buddhist "Lion's Roar" skill, and everyone felt a buzzing sound in their ears. A Zi was unable to make a move, and Shenshan was too embarrassed to take the initiative to attack.

At this moment, Xuan Ci turned his back to Ah Zi, faced the sacred mountain, put his hands together and said, "Brother Jiang Gui is a man of character, why would you bother with a young girl?"

The Master of Shenshan sneered and said, "Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou of the martial arts world. I don't have the self-restraint skills of you, senior brother. You can't let people think that I am someone who can be bullied."

Ah Zi smiled and said, "Abbot, you have seen it too. This monk is ignorant of reason and dares to discipline me on behalf of my parents. I did not mean to cause trouble."

In A Zi's opinion, whatever she does is right, and if others make things difficult for her, that is wrong.

Of course, Feng Yi is an exception.

The monk on the sacred mountain was so angry that he wanted to send down a Buddha and two Buddhas to heaven, but facing A Zi, he was helpless.

Feng Yi said with a smile: "Azi, come back quickly. As the saying goes, 'A guest is a guest'. If you fight here, it will not look good on the host!"

Ah Zi was in the spotlight, and Feng Yi called her softly. She immediately took advantage of the situation to fold her tent and jumped back to her seat.

Then I heard a clear voice coming from outside, saying, "Songshan Shaolin is a famous ancient temple with extraordinary momentum. I have always stayed in wild temples. Today I am fortunate to witness a gathering of masters. Can I be an uninvited guest and listen to their opinions?"

His tone was gentle, and even though he was far away from the mountain gate, it was as if he was whispering to someone, and it didn't shock anyone's ears. One could imagine how high and pure the inner strength of the speaker was. And since he was far away from the mountain gate, how could Feng Yi hear it? His inner strength was simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Feng Yi praised: "The greatness of the Great Wheel King is so impressive that I cannot help but be impressed!"

Just as he finished speaking, he heard Jiumozhi humming with a smile: "What does this mean? Please enlighten me?"

While the two were talking, Xuan Ci and the others also heard the slight sound of clothes scraping through the air.

Xuan Ci said, "Ming Wang is a fellow Buddhist, so please come." He added, "My two junior brothers Xuan Ming and Xuan Shi, please welcome the guests on my behalf."

All the monks knew that the Maha-wheel Vajra King that Feng Yi mentioned must be Jiumozhi, the guardian monk of the Maha-wheel Temple in the Great Snow Mountain of the Tubo Kingdom, who was conferred the title of Maha-wheel Vajra King.

He was a world-renowned monk in Buddhism. Every five years, he would give lectures at the Dalun Temple in the Great Snow Mountain, where he would preach the Buddhist scriptures. Monks and lay Buddhists from all over the world would gather to listen, ask questions based on the scriptures, and all of them would praise him.

I am a distinguished guest today when I come to Shaolin.

Xuanming and Xuanshi bowed and said, "Yes!" Turning around and about to leave the hall, Jiumozhi said, "I don't deserve your reception. I am really delighted to meet you today."

It turned out that Jiumozhi came to Shaolin, and took advantage of the fact that all the monks gathered in the Great Hall, sneaked in quietly, and eavesdropped on the conversation between Xuanci and Shenshan and others outside the hall, waiting for a suitable opportunity to show up again.

Unexpectedly, Ah Zi's profound power when she struck out was beyond his expectation. His breathing became heavier, but Feng Yi heard the clue and called out on the spot.

Jiumozhi felt that if he responded and people knew he was eavesdropping, it would be a loss to his dignity as the Great Wheel King.

He then used his Qinggong skills to run to the outside of the Shaolin Temple, and then used his internal energy to transmit his voice to make it appear that he had just arrived.

The other monks did not hear the sound of him sneaking in or running, and they all thought that it was not surprising that one could transmit sound from a distance if he had strong internal strength. However, many people were in the deep hall and did not hear his voice, while Feng Yi was a mile away, and not only heard his arrival, but also recognized his identity. This is a rare skill in martial arts, and it is as powerful as the "divine ear" of Buddhism, which made people admire Feng Yi even more.

Jiumozhi was very upset.

No one knew that in the original plot, Jiumozhi first eavesdropped on the monks' conversation outside the hall, and then ran to a distance to speak, and actually repeated the words of Abbot Xuanci, which shocked everyone. He pretended well and showed his power of taking the lead.

The power displayed this time was all for Feng Yi's benefit.

With every word Jiumozhi spoke, his voice became several feet closer. Just after he finished saying the word "zhixi", a breeze blew across the ground, and everyone saw Jiumozhi's sleeves fluttering as he stood at the entrance of the hall.

Jiumozhi put his hands together with a solemn look, smiled at Xuanci and said, "I am Jiumozhi, a mountain monk from the Tibetan country, and I would like to pay my respects to the abbot of Shaolin Temple." As he spoke, he walked forward.

The monks were already extremely surprised when they heard Feng Yi speak, and when they saw his elusive movements, they were secretly astonished, and they all thought: "The Tubo State Master is indeed worthy of his reputation!"

Xuan Ci stood up, put his palms together and bowed, saying: "It is fate that the Imperial Master has come to the East."

He introduced the visiting masters such as Shenshan, Guanxin, Daoqing, and senior Shaolin monks such as Xuannan, Xuanji and Xuandu one by one.

After the monks met, Jiumozhi's eyes finally fell on Feng Yi's face and he said with a smile: "Master Feng is still so romantic and carefree."

Feng Yi also smiled and said, "It can't be helped. If a man is not romantic when young, then he is wasted. If the Imperial Master is yearning for this, then this romantic and carefree way is not a secret that cannot be passed down."

“I dare not!” Jiumozhi smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and bowed.

Xuan Ci asked his disciples to set up a seat in the middle of the hall and invited Jiumozhi to sit there.

Jiumozhi flicked his sleeves and sat down immediately.

Seeing his brazen appearance, the monk on the sacred mountain was angry: "You are just pretending to be a god, but you may not have any real ability. I will test you later."

But he knew the purpose of today's battle. Just now, Ah Zi had destroyed his prestige. If he could not subdue Shaolin, Qingliang Temple and himself would lose all their power. He put his hands together and said, "Brother Xuanci, our brother Xu violated the taboos of the Jianghu and was punished by the Beggars' Sect. It was indeed my fault that I failed to notice and was too reckless. I apologize to you all!"

Xuan Ci clasped his hands together and said, "I dare not!"

Shenshan said, "However, Shaolin Temple is the leader of the martial arts world, and we are also Buddhists. Dozens of men and women in Juxian Village were beheaded or stabbed in the back. No one escaped. Someone has examined the bodies of the two heroes of the You family. They all had broken ribs and shattered hearts and lungs. They died from the extremely powerful punch. Some people say that this is your temple's "Great Vajra Fist". Shouldn't your temple give an explanation to the martial arts world and the people of the world?"

"This was not done by Shaolin!" Abbot Xuanci shook his head and said, "In Shaolin, I am the only one who can use the Great Vajra Fist, and the Great Vajra Fist can't break a person's heart and lungs."

Shenshan snorted coldly, "Then the woman that Qiao Feng brought to Juxian Manor for medical treatment, Doctor Xue once said in front of all the heroes in the world that she was hit by the Shaolin Temple's Great Vajra Fist. Was it because his medical skills were not good enough and he didn't know the power clearly, or was he just talking nonsense and deliberately humiliating the reputation of Shaolin?"

Xuan Shi stood up and said, "Brother, what you mean is that Qiao Feng killed someone, and Brother Xuan Gou and I gave false testimony for him, and everyone in this temple is protecting him?"

Xuan Gou said, "The day when Juxian Manor was destroyed was the sixth day after the Heroes' Conference. At that time, Qiao Feng, Hero Feng, and Miss Ah Zhu were still healing together. How could they have split up and killed someone?"

Xuan Ji continued, "As for who the murderer is, our temple has some clues, but we don't know the details. How can our temple explain it?"

Monks Xuan Ji, Xuan Gou, Xuan Shi and others have been famous in the martial arts world for decades. They are upright and selfless, and everyone knows them. Since they said so, monks Shen Shan and others had no doubts at all.

The Master of Shenshan said, "But our great Buddhist master, Master Zhiguang of Zhiguan Temple, died under the Shaolin School's 'Maha Finger'. I wonder if Brother Abbot has any explanation for this?"

Master Xuan Du stood up and said, "Upon hearing the news of Master Zhiguang's death, the abbot sent me to Tiantai Mountain to investigate. Master Zhiguang committed suicide by taking arsenic, and his body was hit on the left and right temples by someone with extremely strong finger force. The temple is also investigating who the murderer is!"

Shenshan snorted, “What is there to check?

Unless the murderer is a madman, he always has a motive!

Master Zhiguang had participated in the battle of Yanmen Pass in the past, and he tore off the name of the leader in the secret letter written to Gang Leader Wang in Xingzilin. Whether Qiao Feng wanted to find out his life experience or avenge his biological parents, he always wanted to know the name of the leader, and he would force Master Zhiguang to ask.

He refused to speak, so Qiao Feng used the Mahā Finger to injure the master. His eyeballs bulged out and the back of his skull was shattered. Isn't this the result of being hit by the Mahā Finger?"

"Amitabha!" Xuan Ci said in a serious tone, "The murderer is not Qiao Feng either."

Shenshan said, "Brother Abbot, you are so sure. Please explain the reason."

Xuan Ci said, "How do we know that Master Zhiguang was not hit by Qiao Feng's Maha Finger? It's because Qiao Feng learned martial arts in the Shaolin School. He has learned the Demon Subduing Palm, so he can't learn the Maha Finger. These two martial arts are opposites and cannot coexist in one person."

Shenshan shook his head and said, "Could it be that Shaolin martial arts have such subtle differences?"

Xuan Ci said: "The difference between them is originally recorded. The Demon Subduing Palm and the Mahā Finger are both listed as the 72 unique skills in our temple. One is gentle and the other is fierce. It is extremely difficult to learn and practice them at the same time.

Junior Brother Xuansheng, please go to the Sutra Library and fetch the key points of these two schools of practice, and ask the Master Shenshan and the other masters for guidance. "

Master Shenshan was a genius with outstanding talents, and he was considered a prodigy in the martial arts world. He became the abbot of Qingliang Temple when he was only 30 years old. However, the martial arts of Qingliang Temple were far inferior to those of Shaolin Temple. The boxing and sword manuals, internal power secrets, etc. stored in the temple were not only limited in number, but most of them were crude and simple, not first-class kung fu.

Over the past forty years, his internal strength has deepened, far surpassing what was recorded in the martial arts classics passed down by the previous generation in Qingliang Temple. However, his boxing and sword skills are still insufficient. Whenever he thinks of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, he can't help but feel envious and resentful.

Therefore, he used Elder Xu as an excuse to come to Shaolin Temple to demand punishment, but his real purpose was to get the martial arts secrets.

At this time, when I heard Abbot Xuanci ordering people to fetch the classics of the two unique skills, the Demon-Subduing Palm and the Maha Finger, I was very happy. I thought to myself that today I would have the opportunity to see the appearance of Shaolin's unique skills. I would secretly memorize them in my heart, study them carefully after returning to the temple, and make slight changes. Wouldn't they become the unique skills of my Qingliang Temple in the future?

Xuansheng said, "Yes!" and was about to turn around and leave the hall, "Wait a minute!" But he heard Feng Yi say quietly, "Abbot Xuanci, whoever first accuses someone should provide evidence, this is the unchangeable principle. If someone else says something, you have to prove your innocence yourself, haha, I'm afraid it will never end, and no one can prove it clearly.

From what I heard from the Master of Shenshan, it was all for the justice of the martial arts world. He wanted to bring justice to those who died tragically in the martial arts world. Such a benevolent and chivalrous act is worthy of admiration.

Fortunately, I have an appointment with Qiao Feng, and he will definitely not be absent on the day of the Heroes' Conference. When the time comes, I will invite the 'Dragon Subduing Arhat' and his 'Dragon Subduing Palm' to compete to see who can subdue the dragon. Why bother to argue here?"

Ah Zi smiled and said, "Yes, to use my elder brother's words, aren't you a monk who is morally blackmailing and bullying honest people?"

"Moral kidnapping?" The corners of the monk's mouth twitched a few times, and he said in a low voice: "An honest man? A Khitan barbarian like Qiao Feng who regards human life as worthless, can be considered honest?"

Ah Zi sneered, "What a coward. In the end, he just doesn't dare to face Qiao Feng, so he keeps putting pressure on Shaolin Temple so that they can fight with a master like Qiao Feng, and you can just sit back and reap the benefits."

The Master of Shenshan said coldly: "What the child said, in the martial arts world, if there is a change in the sect, shouldn't we clean it up ourselves?"

"Amitabha!" Xuan Ci put his palms together and said, "What Master Feng and Senior Brother Shenshan said is reasonable, but even though our temple has been upholding the precepts for hundreds of years, there are still many unworthy disciples.

I once made a mistake due to a single thought, which led to a big mistake. Therefore, even if a disciple makes a mistake, I will never blame him without evidence. However, if the mistake is proven to be true, I will not cover up for him either."

Xuan Ci looked around again and said, "As everyone knows, my temple has 72 unique skills. However, each of these skills is extremely difficult to practice. Even a person with extraordinary talent cannot easily master one in his lifetime. Moreover, even if each skill is practiced to a high level, it is only better than being one step ahead in martial arts.

If you can defeat others with Type A kung fu, then you don't need to defeat others with Type B kung fu. As for Type C and Type D, there is no need to practice them at all.

Therefore, the ancestors of our temple have always passed on Buddhism to their disciples, with martial arts as the last. If the monks are dedicated to studying martial arts, it will definitely hinder their comprehension and practice of Buddhism.

Even if he is a lay disciple, our temple will never teach him to practice more than one unique skill, so as to prevent him from being greedy and becoming deeply poisoned by greed.

Qiao Feng was taught the 'Demon Subduing Palm' by Junior Brother Xuanku, but Junior Brother Xuanku himself did not know the 'Maha Finger', and Qiao Feng had never learned martial arts from other Shaolin monks. I know this very well and there is no mistake about it.

Furthermore, the "Demon Subduing Palm" was created by Master Yuan Yuan, the eighth abbot of Shaolin Temple. The palm is gentle and seems to be there and not there.

The "Maha Finger Method" was created by the Seven-Fingered Monk who had been living in the Shaolin Temple for forty years.

Because he was an outsider, his skills were very different from the traditional Shaolin Kung Fu, and were purely tough and fierce.

The book warns that anyone who has practiced Shaolin Buddhist soft skills must not practice it, otherwise the internal breath will easily go astray. If the master does not take good care of the person, vomiting blood is inevitable, and serious injuries are difficult to treat.

I have fought with the six brothers in the temple or with Qiao Feng, or have seen Qiao Feng's skills. Although he has amazing martial arts skills and unparalleled palm power, he wants to combine the demon-subduing palm and the Maha Finger Technique in one, which he cannot do with his current martial arts training. "

Xuan Nan, Xuan Ji, Xuan Du, Xuan Yin, Xuan Zhi and Xuan Sheng said in unison: "Brother Abbot, what you said is absolutely right. The six of us have carefully studied Qiao Feng's martial arts and have no doubts about this conclusion."

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Suddenly, Jiumozhi said, "Master Xuanci's profound teachings have benefited me greatly. However, I do not agree with one point."

Xuan Ci said: "Please give me some advice, Master."

Jiumozhi smiled slightly and said, "The abbot said that even lay disciples in Shaolin Temple are not taught to practice more than one unique skill, so as to prevent them from being greedy and becoming deeply poisoned by greed.

But in my humble opinion, the rule of Shaolin Temple is too rigid, which restricts talented people from learning advanced martial arts.

Under this rule, I am afraid that the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills will not be able to flourish, and even after thousands of years, it will still be the same. Take the two skills of "Maha Finger" and "Prajna Palm" for example, in fact, it is not difficult to master both.

Even if one person possesses all 72 unique skills, it is not impossible. "

Although his voice was plain, everyone could hear the contempt for Shaolin martial arts in his words.

Several outer sect monks looked at each other in bewilderment, while the Shaolin monks were extremely indignant.

Ah Zi interrupted and said, "Hey, Grand Master, from what you said, is there anyone in this world who is proficient in all 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills? But according to Abbot Xuan Ci, the 72 Kung Fu skills were also created by later generations of eminent monks. Isn't this person more powerful than Bodhidharma?"

Jiumozhi nodded slightly and said: "Although the girl is young, she is really very wise. No wonder her martial arts skills are so extraordinary!"

Xuansheng asked, "May I ask, Imperial Master, who is this great hero?"

Jiumozhi said: "I don't deserve the title of great hero."

Xuansheng's expression changed and he asked, "Is this person the Imperial Master?"

Jiumozhi nodded and clasped his hands together, his expression solemn, and said, "That's right."

As soon as these two words came out, the place fell into dead silence.

Thousands of eyes were directed at Jiumozhi, some were shocked, some were angry, and some were confused. All the monks could not help but think: "This person is so arrogant, could he be a madman?"

Ah Zi was not surprised: "This monk was so polite to my brother, why did he come to Shaolin Temple and speak so arrogantly?" She turned her head to look at Feng Yi and whispered: "Brother, this monk was very polite to you, but he was so arrogant in Shaolin Temple. Could it be that he is just like that old man from Shenshan, looking for an excuse to cause trouble?"

Feng Yi smiled faintly: "I am very pleased that you can see this level." He lowered his voice and said: "This is what I said, the stronger the man, the more trouble he will bring.

The Shaolin Temple has been the leader of the martial arts world for hundreds of years. Although some people admire it, some people are inevitably dissatisfied with it.

If they were not afraid of the martial arts of these twenty-odd monks of the Xuan generation, I wonder how many people would want to destroy the reputation of Shaolin Temple.

If you want to establish a sect and claim to be the founder of a sect, the easiest way is to talk about martial arts and choose Shaolin Temple. Then you will be the best in the world, and your sect will be the authentic martial arts in the world!"

Ah Zi said, "Oh," and pouted, "So that's how it is. Then why are these people doing all this nonsense? Can't they just fight directly?"

Suddenly, Jiumozhi laughed and said, "Master Feng, you are too foolish. If you say that you have picked Shaolin Temple, I would not dare to do that even if I have the courage. If so, not to mention that everyone in Shaolin Temple would eat me up in one bite, I am afraid you would not stand by and watch and let a foreigner like me show off. I have no intention of doing that."

Ah Zi smiled and said, "Master, don't worry. I heard that Shaolin monks have to be vegetarians, so how could they eat your meat? As for my elder brother, you are such a sensible person. You have already received the true teachings of the Xingxiu Sect to make a living. How could he have the heart to beat you!"

When the monks heard her equate Jiumozhi, the teacher of a country, with the evil ways of the Xingxiu Sect, and saw that she was cute and lovely, they couldn't help but smile.

Jiumozhi's face twitched slightly, and he said, "As the saying goes, there are times to advance and retreat, and there are strong and weak forces. I have no intention of making things difficult for anyone. Today, I just want to discuss martial arts with the Central Plains martial arts master, Shaolin Temple. If you are afraid of losing, I won't say anything!"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Ming Wang, to be honest, your scheming, martial arts skills, and endurance are all unprecedented in my life. Today, you are discussing martial arts with Shaolin. Shaolin Temple has boundless Buddhist teachings, so I am not worth mentioning. Don't worry too much!"

"Okay!" Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Master Feng's words are as good as gold. I also hope that the Shaolin Temple in Songshan will not seek help from outsiders. I am afraid that you will not be able to bear it and be moved by chivalrous spirit..."

Xuan Nan sneered, "Master, with a master like Hero Feng and many other eminent monks here, do you have any evidence to back up your claims? Could it be that you, a foreigner, are also proficient in Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, Vajra Fist and other martial arts?"

Jiumozhi turned around calmly, looked at Xuannan and said with a smile: "Then please give me more guidance, Master Xuannan."

His body slightly tilted, his left palm suddenly raised horizontally, and his right fist struck out straight out, making a whistling sound.

A burst of fist force rushed straight to the bronze tripod used for burning incense in front of the Buddha's seat. With a bang, the bronze tripod jumped up on the spot.

Xuan Ci's expression changed slightly. Xuan Nan looked around and whispered, "This is really the Great King Kong Fist!"

All the monks in Shaolin Temple were shocked, their hearts pounding. It was not that difficult that the tripod made a sound without their fist hitting it. This punch "Luo Zhong Dong Ying" was clearly thrown forward, but the tripod jumped upwards. It showed that the skill of the punch was that he had already mastered the secret of the "Great Vajra Fist".

And everyone just heard clearly that this unique skill is only mastered by Abbot Xuanci in the entire Shaolin Temple.

Ah Zi had a strange look on her face, and said, "Brother, look."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "We should just watch this good show today and not interfere!"

Ah Zi was stunned, and saw Jiumozhi slapped his left hand on the bronze tripod without waiting for it to fall, and a handprint was clearly visible.

"Prajna Palm!" Xuan Nan suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Subdue the heretics!"

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Not bad!"

Everyone saw the bronze tripod turn half a circle in the air, and then something fell down with a snap.

However, a lot of incense ashes in the tripod scattered around, and the air was filled with smoke, so it was difficult to see what the object was.

At that time, the remaining force of the "Luo Zhong Dong Ying" move of the Vajra Fist was exhausted, and the bronze tripod fell rapidly.

Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and pressed it forward. A sharp force shot out from his finger and the bronze tripod suddenly moved half a foot to the left.

"Maha Finger!"

Jiumozhi pressed his thumb three times in a row, and the bronze tripod moved one and a half feet away before it landed on the ground.

Xuan Tong's eyes changed: "Third time in hell!"

The senior monks of Shaolin knew that although his three strokes seemed ordinary, the power contained in them was actually extraordinary.

The reason why this move is named "Three Enters into Hell" is that when practicing it, every time you press it, the pain of working hard is like entering hell.

At this time, the incense ash gradually scattered, revealing a palm-sized object on the ground. When the monks saw it, they couldn't help but screamed in surprise.

The object turned out to be a brass palm with five distinct fingers. The edges of the palm were shining like gold, while the back of the palm was gray-green. Xuan Ci and the others could see that the edges were neat, as if cut by a knife.

Jiumozhi flicked his sleeves lightly and smiled, saying, "I would like to ask for guidance from Brother Abbot on the areas where I have not practiced this 'Cassock Subduing Demon Technique' well enough."

Feng Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He knew that Jiumozhi came here to show off his power and was quite expectant. He saw that the tripod seven feet in front of Jiumozhi seemed to be alive, spinning rapidly and making a sound in the wind.

After the force faded away, the side of the bronze tripod that was originally facing inward turned outward, and a palm shape was cut out from the middle of the tripod body. The cut was also shining with yellow light, as if it was carved by a knife or an axe. This skill was truly amazing.

In the eyes of the Shaolin monks of lower seniority, Jiumozhi's tricks were like magic. They looked closely and exclaimed in amazement.

It turned out that Jiumozhi had just used the move of "subduing the heretics" and his palm force was as sharp as a precious sword, cutting off a palm-sized piece from the bronze tripod.

Although copper is much softer than steel, many Shaolin disciples found it hard to believe such palm power. They were stunned for a moment, then rubbed their eyes. This was an indisputable fact.

Ah Zi also stuck out her tongue and thought, "This monk is so powerful. I underestimated him."

In an instant, all the monks fell silent, their hearts filled with shock and fear, and so did all the senior monks at the Shaolin Temple.

You have to know that the moves Jiumozhi just displayed were all Shaolin unique skills, but they did not have such attainments.

Feng Yi clapped his hands and laughed, "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, the national teacher's magical skills are really eye-opening!"

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Master Feng, thank you for your praise."

He said this, but he couldn't hide his pride.

Seeing Jiumozhi so proud, Ah Zi snorted softly from the tip of her nose and tried to speak, but was held back by Feng Yi. (End of this chapter)