Beauty Man: All Heavens and Immortals

Chapter 87 Famous all over the world (please recommend!)
On Shaoshi Mountain.

Shaolin Temple.

All the monks in the temple are in a state of mental tension, especially the monks who protect the temple, and they never leave their hands. Since the news of Zhang Junbao's stay in Shaolin, these days, there have been people from Wulin going to Shaolin openly and secretly. , were discovered by the temple guardian monks and expelled.

Although the Shaolin Temple is powerful, it has not stopped the greedy and lucky martial arts people, and these people are still gathering in a steady stream.

And when Yi Jifeng came out of the village, appeared at the foot of the mountain openly and aboveboard, and easily became the leader of this group of people, the pressure on the Shaolin monks suddenly increased to the extreme.

Who is Yi Jifeng?
The Shaozhuang Master of the Famous Sword Villa and the grandson of Yi Yun, the leader of the martial arts, the Famous Sword Villa has ruled the martial arts world for a hundred years. This title is definitely not weaker than that of the Shaolin Temple.

Starting from him, the threat posed by entanglement with martial arts people all over the world is no longer the small troubles like before, but a catastrophe that can shake the entire Shaolin. A little carelessness may even threaten to destroy the temple.

Yi Jifeng led the people in the martial arts and fought with the Shaolin monks, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and then to the front of the Buddhist scripture pavilion behind the mountain.

In terms of absolute force, Yi Jifeng, who was passed down by a peerless master and promoted to a quasi-peerless master, completely defeated the Shaolin abbot and the three monks. However, in terms of backbone force, the Shaolin monks easily defeated the martial arts people who came to make trouble.

In front of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion.

Headed by the Abbot of Shaolin, the Arhat Hall, Bodhidharma Hall, and Discipline Hall are the heads, leading a large formation of eighteen Arhats to face Yi Jifeng, and the scene is about to explode.

And before that, earlier.

Owen followed behind Zhang Qiqiao who had sneaked in, and slipped in from behind the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Inside the Bookstore.

The watchman, Monk Chengkong, was challenged face to face by Zhang Junbao holding the badge of General Feilong, and was stimulated. He recalled the past from his insane state. It turned out that he was the General Feilong back then. Pass on to Zhang Junbao.

A set of simple Arhat Fist kicked out, beating Zhang Junbao severely, and then pressed Zhang Junbao's bald temples with both hands, and shouted: "The moves of Arhat Fist are simple, and they need to be matched with powerful strength to exert their incomparable power. Inner strength."

The incomparably powerful internal force was quickly transmitted between the two, and the dissipated true energy actually drove the two to fly in mid-air.

At this time, Owen estimated the time based on the plot, and when Zhang Qiqiao slipped into the Sutra Pavilion, he jumped up and went directly to the second floor, and opened the record called "Indian Yoga", which is actually the Shaolin Yijinjing Using the superman's memory, he quickly scanned the box, and within a few seconds, printed all the formulas and mental methods recorded in his mind, then quickly closed it, and flew out from the window on the second floor.

When Zhang Qiqiao sneaked up to the second floor, he saw a figure flying out, and he was startled, but thinking of his purpose of coming and the urgency of time, he didn't dare to think too much, and started to look for it on the bookshelf on the second floor.

The monk Cheng Kong, who was teaching the exercises below, moved his ears, and had already sensed that someone had sneaked in, but this was already an important moment of teaching the exercises, even if it was him, he had no way to separate himself and could only let Owen go.

After transmitting more than half of his internal energy, the monk Chengkong, whose skill was greatly reduced, heard the noise of fighting in front of the Sutra Pavilion, and saw Yi Jifeng calling his Dharma name, and was about to break in. In terms of thieves and keeping Shaolin's reputation, monk Chengkong chose the latter, leaving Zhang Junbao who was full of zhenqi to scatter around, opened the main door in front of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in a frenzy, and walked out.

"Who is it, who is calling me?"

Monk Chengkong opened the door, stumbled out, stroked his bald head, and asked with a confused face.

Yi Jifeng was surprised, there was actually a watchman here, and the Sutra Pavilion is an important place in Shaolin, the strength of the watchman must not be underestimated, the arrogance of defeating the three monks and the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats just now dissipated Quite a few, he cupped his hands and saluted, "I'm Yi Jifeng, the next famous sword villa, and I've met Master Chengkong."

Monk Chengkong fell into madness again, nodded his head and thought for a while, then waved his hands and said: "Famous Sword Villa Yi Jifeng? I haven't heard of it!"

Yi Jifeng's face darkened, and the corner of Shaolin abbot's mouth was almost crooked. He felt relieved, and he stepped forward to rescue him and said, "Junior Brother Chengkong has been devoting himself to cultivating Buddhism and never caring about affairs in the Jianghu. Master Yi is a rising star, so don't worry about it." Knowing you, nothing else."

Monk Chengkong waved his hand and said: "Then you go quickly, don't block me from chatting with General Feilong."

Yi Jifeng was startled: "General Flying Dragon?"

Monk Chengkong was surprised: "Do you know General Feilong?"

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The gossip outside the Sutra Pavilion was still going on, but inside the Sutra Pavilion, Zhang Junbao, who had been forcibly instilled with supreme inner strength, felt someone on the second floor in a daze, and thought it was Monk Chengkong, so he walked up.

And because the internal force is not his own, he can't effectively control it, it dissipates everywhere, and his gestures are full of destructive power. When his palm lightly rests on the pillar, a deep palm print is printed on it. When he staggered up the stairs, one by one Clear footprints on the stairs.

"Master, I'm so uncomfortable..."

Zhang Junbao muttered, and walked up to it with bald head and sweating. At this moment, Zhang Qiqiao moved his eyes from the bookshelf to the box at the corner. He had just opened it, and before he had time to take a closer look, he was patted on the shoulder.

"who are you?"

Zhang Qiqiao was startled, seeing that it was Zhang Junbao, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he punched Zhang Junbao. He is also a top-notch master, close to a first-class peak master, but this punch that contains internal strength has no effect on Zhang Junbao. , Let alone being injured, even if you fight back, you can't do it.

Zhang Junbao was enveloped by the internal force taught by the monk Chengkong, which was equivalent to a peerless master, and he had his own true energy defense. Seeing the masked man in black attacking again, he subconsciously used the Arhat fist taught by the monk Chengkong just now.

An ordinary Arhat Fist directly knocked Zhang Qiqiao into the air. In anger, Zhang Qiqiao used all his strength to fight the confused Zhang Junbao. He was hit by Zhang Junbao's 'Arhat Holding the Moon' and was seriously injured, hitting the railing on the second floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Zhang Qiqiao spat out a mouthful of old blood, even though Zhang Junbao had been repulsed by the same thing and was trapped in the box by coincidence, Zhang Qiqiao didn't dare to go forward, but wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, resisted the discomfort, and jumped Leaving the Sutra Pavilion.

Zhang Junbao was trapped in the box, and the protagonist's luck was shrouded. The adventure happened again. After seeing the Indian yoga technique recorded inside, he automatically entered the state of cultivation. Using this supreme magical skill, he began to sort out the majestic strength he got from the monk Chengkong. Extreme internal strength.

Here, Owen used Zhang Qiqiao as the vanguard, estimated the time when Monk Chengkong would pass on his skills to Zhang Junbao, sneaked into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in advance, fast in and fast out, and used his talent of photographic memory to harvest the Shaolin Temple's unique learning-Yijin According to the scriptures, although there is no highest mental method, Owen is already very satisfied.

If in normal times, monk Cheng Kong, who has a peerless peak master, and other temple guardian monks of Shaolin Temple want to sneak into the scripture storage pavilion and steal scriptures, it is simply courting death.

But in this chaotic time, the Shaolin temple guardian monks focused all their energy on dealing with the incoming Yi Jifeng, while the monk Chengkong twitched his head and passed most of his internal energy to Zhang Junbao. Owen has a chance to get the Yi Jin Jing safely and smoothly.

After getting the Yi Jin Jing, Owen did not leave in a hurry, but still hid in a secret place, looking at the Sutra Pavilion from a distance, and when Zhang Qiqiao came in a hurry, he jumped up and followed.

Among the forests in the mountains.

Owen made a surprise attack and stabbed Zhang Qiqiao with a sword. The first-class peak internal strength he had cultivated in the past six months was outputting with all his strength, and he had no intention of talking to Zhang Qiqiao at all.

Zhang Qiqiao's strength was not as good as Owen's, and he was seriously injured at the moment. This sudden attack came so fast and so hard that he only had time to avoid the vital point, but he was still cut off by Owen's sword.

"Ah... Eighteen moves of the Heavenly Sword, you are Zhang Cuishan!"

Zhang Qiqiao exhaled in pain, and stopped the bleeding with a touch of his left hand. According to Owen's swordsmanship, he instantly saw Owen's identity.

Owen didn't reply, he moved around Zhang Qiqiao, and continued to attack. The extremely sharp sword energy, under the exquisite sword moves, exerted unparalleled power.

Zhang Qiqiao barely resisted a few moves, but his strength was greatly reduced, he was no match for Owen, he was pierced through the heart by Owen's sword and died.

Owen calmly drew out the sword, squatted down, groped in Zhang Qiqiao's arms, and then raised the corner of his mouth. When he took it out, he already had a cheat book in his hand. The three large characters on it were so moving: Lion's Roar Skill!

Time was running out, Owen stuffed the cheat book into his arms, and then carried Zhang Qiqiao's body and broken arm to a cliff. After looking at it, there was a cliff below him. He smiled and threw Zhang Qiqiao down.

He got up and went to Shaolin Temple again.

He rushed here this time to build a wave of goodwill, lay the foundation for obtaining the famous eight sword moves, and calm down the idea that he couldn't understand when he watched this TV series in the first life.

In front of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.

Yi Jifeng had a chat with Monk Chengkong, but no one could convince the other, and finally resorted to force.

"Master, don't tease me, let's make a move."

At this time, the monk Chengkong fell into madness again, thinking that he was not good at martial arts, when he was about to embrace his head and surrender, a box broke through the window from the second floor of the Sutra Library, flew straight out, and landed between the two of them.

Immediately, under the curious eyes of the two, it suddenly exploded, the bgm sounded, and in the smoke and dust, the protagonist Zhang Junbao, who was half squatting on the ground and posing in a pose, was revealed.

Monk Chengkong was overjoyed, stepped forward and asked, "You must feel energetic now, right?"

Zhang Junbao continued to look concave, closed his eyes and nodded in silence.

Cheng Kong monk smiled and said: "Okay, then you fight for me, I will go to General Feilong."

As he spoke, he pushed Zhang Junbao to the front and confronted Yi Jifeng.

Yi Jifeng was full of confidence. Seeing that Zhang Junbao was playing the Arhat Fist slowly and empty-handed, he threw the sword in his hand and stuck it on the pillar of the pavilion. He was about to step forward when suddenly a burst of laughter came from afar: "Slow down, slow down!"

Everyone looked around and saw a handsome young man in white clothes floating towards him, the abbot of Shaolin could not help shrinking his pupils, and said in his heart: "Here comes another young master whose martial arts are probably not inferior to Yi Jifeng's. What's going on in the world? Young top masters emerge one after another, is it possible that the fading era of martial arts is about to reappear?"

Yi Jifeng clasped his fists and said, "So it's Brother Cuishan!"

(End of this chapter)