An hour later, Huicong smiled as he looked at Wan Jianyi's receding back and waved slowly.
"Senior brother, he has gone far away!" Huiming reminded.
"I know."
Huicong's smile gradually turned into anger. What a damn liar! It turns out that this guy came to Shaolin to copy Buddhist scriptures in vain. His real purpose was to borrow money!
He ate and drank for free for several days without giving him a penny. Before leaving, he borrowed hundreds of taels of silver from him. Where is justice?
When has Shaolin ever suffered such a great injustice?
Ever since the Shaolin Temple was founded, it has always been the Shaolin that has taken money out of other people's pockets, but no one has ever taken a penny from the Shaolin Temple!
This time, Huicong was really in trouble, at the hands of this shameless "innate master".
He, Huicong, will be engraved on Shaolin's pillar of shame, leaving a lasting infamy for three thousand years...
If he didn't want to get rid of this kid as soon as possible, why would he do this?
In the final analysis, I, Master Huicong, have really fought hard for Shaolin.
…
"Haha! Master, you are so generous. Before you left, the abbot gave you so much silver. That's amazing!"
Xiao Hei was holding a heavy package in his hands, his face filled with an exaggerated smile.
Lin Lang curled his lips, "That's nothing. Back then, someone begged me on their knees to become the elder of the most powerful sect in the martial arts world.
I was too lazy to go at first, but seeing that she was a pitiful woman, I couldn't bear to refuse her.
Speaking of which, your master has been attracting much attention since the day he debuted, so these are nothing!"
Huh? I've actually gotten used to being called "Master." There's no hope...
Xiao Hei looked at Lin Lang with his eyes full of admiration, thinking that his master really had thick thighs, so he had to hold him tightly.
"Don't look at me like that, it's disgusting!"
"Yes, Master."
…
In the Sutra Repository, Wu Chan sat cross-legged on a cushion, meditating quietly.
"who!"
Suddenly, he shouted loudly, gathered his pure energy, and slapped his palm behind him.
"boom!!"
When his palms clashed, he felt a surge of pure Yang energy like the scorching sun lingering in his palms, and a wave of heat hit his face.
He took a step back and saw a handsome man in blue clothes appearing before him.
"Amitabha, who are you and why are you trespassing into the forbidden area of Shaolin Sutra Library?" he said with a serious expression.
The man in front of me is so young, but he has already reached the innate realm. His true energy is extremely pure and full of masculinity, which is moving.
He suddenly remembered that the "Wan Jianyi" mentioned by Huicong today was the same. He was only about twenty years old, but he had already achieved the innate state.
Since when did these innate masters become as common as cabbages?
"I am Linghu Chong. I have been entrusted by someone to come and take the master's life!" Linghu Chong said with a fist salute.
As a chess piece, he has his own personality. He doesn't want to harm the life of the kind old man in front of him.
But he will obey the chess master's orders completely, and everything is based on obeying the chess master's orders!
Whoever the chess master wants to kill, he will kill without any hesitation!
Wu Chan looked at the man in front of him, clasping his hands together and saying with a compassionate expression, "You are a master of the innate realm, yet you are being manipulated by others. It is truly a pity!"
Linghu Chong said with a firm look in his eyes, "Master, there is no need to say more. Please!"
"Amitabha, then don't blame me for being rude!"
After Wu Chan finished speaking, he suddenly took a step and rushed towards Linghu Chong. The true energy in his palms turned into a golden palm print and slapped Linghu Chong.
The 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills, the powerful Vajra Palm!
"boom!"
Linghu Chong's face was solemn, and he did not dare to be negligent. He drew the long sword in his hand instantly, and his mind was filled with the profound meaning of Dugu Nine Swords.
Breaking palm style!
“Swish!”
With three consecutive sword strikes, the long sword instantly pierced the weak point of the palm print, instantly defeating the palm print.
"Excellent swordsmanship! Take another one from me!"
Wuchan was delighted to see prey. His palms turned into claws and his energy was like a sharp sword as he grabbed forward.
Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!
He had stayed in this Sutra Library for decades and had already memorized all 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills.
But this does not mean that he can master these dozens of advanced martial arts.
In his opinion, martial arts are about quality rather than quantity. Over the past few decades, he has only practiced the Dragon Claw Hand and the Vajra Palm.
Now that he is facing a powerful enemy, he can finally review the results of his decades of martial arts training!
When Linghu Chong saw this, he swung his sword, and his whole body was filled with true energy. The sword was filled with rich pure yang true energy. He lowered his body and stabbed the opponent.
“Swish!”
“Ding ding ding…”
With the amplification of true energy, Wuchan's pair of flesh palms seemed like gold and iron, and could not be hurt by swords and knives. After a few moves, the two men retreated several steps and stood facing each other.
At this moment, Linghu Chong felt a little emotional. When he was upgraded to the second star that day, the alien internal force in his body was refined by an unknown force and transformed into pure innate true qi.
After that, he learned the Nine Yang Magic Skill given by the chess master, and the purity of his true energy reached a new level.
Although his Nine Yang Divine Art has not yet reached its peak, and his true energy cannot sustain him in a long battle, with his current strength, he is not inferior to this old monk at all.
If he had relied on his strength before learning the Nine Yang Divine Art, even if he possessed the Dugu Nine Swords, he would still be no match for this old monk whose true energy was pure and whose moves had returned to their original simplicity.
The 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills are indeed worthy of their reputation.
If compared with Huashan's swordsmanship, it's simply shit!
"Amitabha, benefactor, you and I are evenly matched.
The sounds of fighting have already been heard. My Shaolin disciples will be here soon. I'm afraid the person behind you won't get what he wants!" Wuchan said calmly.
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