Chapter 147: Jiumozhi's display of skill fails

Murong Ji glanced around and saw that the young monks around were still discussing the battle between Monk Xuan Ji and Jiumozhi's Flower-Nian Finger just now.

Murong Ji looked over and saw that among the monks, there was one with blood on the corner of his mouth, which he hadn't had time to wipe off. He thought that person was Xuan Ji.

"Boom!" A bell rang.

Murong Ji turned his head and saw the big bell in the bell pavilion humming continuously.

Looking again, Xu Zhu and Jiumozhi were competing with each other with moves.

Jiumozhi exclaimed: "Excellent Kung Fu, take another Prajna Palm from me."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, standing behind a group of monks and watching Jiumozhi showing off with the Little Wuxiang Kung.

He had also seen the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills, but he had never practiced them specifically, so their power was far less than that of the Great Compassion Palm he practiced.

"It's that little monk!" Zhu Jian exclaimed. They had traveled with Xu Zhu for a long time.

Mei Jian's face looked somewhat solemn. She had asked Tong Lao about Xu Zhu and was sure that he was taught by Tong Lao herself.

He should have been a disciple of their Lingjiu Palace, but he was a stubborn person and was completely focused on Shaolin Temple.

This made Mei Jian dislike him very much.

"Ah!"

Xu Zhu and Jiumozhi both struck out with their palms at the same time, "Bang!" "Bang!" A palm print was made on both sides of the incense cauldron, one in front and one behind.

Because of the uneven force, the internal strength of the two people directly caused the tripod to spin rapidly.

At the same time, the two of them withdrew their internal energy.

"boom"

As the incense burner fell to the ground, it turned half a circle on the floor tiles before stopping.

Murong Ji looked at Jiumozhi's internal strength and smiled. Xiao Wuxiang had been changed by him. If he continued like this, within a few months, Jiumozhi would be killed by the conflict of his own internal strength.

Xu Zhu's Xiao Wuxiang Gong cannot reach perfection without the last few levels, but fortunately it has the complementary effect of Beiming Divine Art, so it is not bad.

However, he inherited Wuyazi's seventy years of internal strength, and the highest level he could reach in this life would be Wuyazi's level.

If you want to break through Wuyazi's shackles, you need to surpass him in talent and accumulation.

Murong Ji was somewhat surprised. Why did the Diamond Cutter not allow him to receive Wuyazi's inner force still have this concern? !
Once he took on the inner force, he would probably live under Wuyazi's shadow for a long time for the rest of his life.

It was a waste of time for him.

Now that he has gathered his energy into a pill, his internal strength may not be any worse than Wuyazi's.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji's face turned unhappy. What was Wuyazi thinking at that time? ! ! It is really hard to judge now.

Murong Ji sighed secretly. He couldn't be as broad-minded as Duan Yu and believe in the kindness of human nature.

But he believed in the evil of human beings. Good intentions would not come out of nowhere, but malice would definitely arise from the heart, just like he was jealous of Xu Zhu for obtaining Wuyazi's internal strength.

Exhale slowly and calm yourself down.

"Little monk, I came to the temple today to learn Shaolin martial arts."

"I am a dull monk. I have only learned one set of Luohan Fist and one set of Wei Tuo Palm. They are the entry-level Shaolin Kung Fu."

"If that's the case, you should back off."

Murong Ji sneered, this Jiumozhi was really even more despicable than him.

"Xu Zhu! You are the third generation disciple of our sect, and you are not qualified to fight with the number one master of Tubo. However, this is a rare opportunity, so you can use the Arhat Fist and the Weituo Palm, and ask the Imperial Master to teach you a few moves."

Murong Ji watched the two men fighting, as Jiumozhi displayed his unique Shaolin skills one by one, and looked at them with a smile.

"Jiumozhi, you were careless and got yourself killed by showing off your skills."

"My Lord, Jiumozhi is currently gaining the upper hand."

Murong Ji glanced at the bamboo sword and said calmly: "Jiu Mozhi is experienced in combat. He can kill someone like Xu Zhu within twenty moves."

"It's a pity that Jiumozhi always competes with him in Xiao Wuxiang Gong and uses the 72 Shaolin unique skills to meet the enemy."

"Do you know why the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills are so difficult to practice?"

"This slave doesn't know."

"The 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills are a combination of internal and external skills. While the internal strength is strong, the requirements for the muscles and bones are extremely high."

"Both the body and the internal strength must meet certain requirements before the maximum power can be exerted. Tempering the muscles and bones requires resources and time."

"Jiu Mozhi's 72 unique skills were won because his internal strength was several levels higher than Monk Xuan Ji's. He was simply unable to exert the maximum power of his moves."

Jiumozhi used his palm as a knife and chopped it fiercely, and his internal force brought out a series of flames.

Xu Zhu dodged in a hurry, after all, a piece of his monk's robe was cut off!
Wood burning knife technique!
Xu Zhu lacked experience and was suppressed by Jiumozhi in a short period of time. He could hold out for a while by learning his moves, but now he has switched to the basic martial arts of Shaolin Temple.

Almost every move is fraught with danger.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and turned to look at Monk Xuanci. Why didn't the old monk take action? ! Logically speaking, this man's strength should be higher than Jiumozhi. According to his speculation, his strength is even higher than Murong Bo.

Li Qingluo once told him that Monk Xuanci also attended the heroic gathering in Yanziwu that day.

He said he was going down the mountain to inquire about relevant matters.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji unconsciously thought of two people, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo. They both wanted Monk Xuan Ci to die. Would they join forces to ambush him?
[Could he be injured? ]

Murong Ji analyzed it and felt that it was somewhat possible, but the more likely possibility was that the Shaolin Temple was now in a precarious situation and needed him to be in charge. It would be difficult for him to take action. After all, once he took action, he would reveal his cards.

Xu Zhu was forced into a critical situation by Jiumozhi's Burning Wood Sword Technique. If he used Arhat Fist and Weituo Palm, he would surely be defeated.

He was also aware of the consequences of Shaolin Temple's reputation falling to the ground, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

He was always at a disadvantage and was really helpless. The next moment, he directly used other moves, Tianshan Zhemei Hand.

With one grappling technique, he instantly reversed the situation of the battle and raised his fighting level to the same level as Jiumozhi.

Murong Ji frowned slightly. The most exquisite thing about martial arts like Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Dugu Nine Swords, and Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand is their refinement.

The refined moves are ever-changing and can cope with many situations. If one has accumulated enough skills, he can even restrain the opponent to death.

You can counter any move of the enemy and never lose no matter who you are facing.

This is how the Murong family's life changed.

Xu Zhu turned the battle situation around bit by bit, but there was a big problem: he was not using Shaolin Kung Fu.

The Tianshan Zhemei Hand, the Tianshan Liuyang Palm, plus the tremendous internal strength, really made Jiumozhi suffer a lot.

Jiumozhi's face was gloomy. Seeing that the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills had no chance of winning, he was extremely angry. Wouldn't it be better to lose to him in a good way? !
Without any hesitation, he directly switched to Tibetan martial arts.

Flame Palm!
The palm force chopped out, with the same effect as the burning wood sword technique, but the power was several levels higher.

Xu Zhu became more and more confident as the fight went on. He started with his left hand and directly used the Tianshan Six Yang Palm to dissolve the attack. Jiumozhi attacked again with his second palm.

Xu Zhu started to change his moves, but Tian Shan Zhe Mei's hands were soft and weak, as if he had no power, and he dissolved every move.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. The two of them had been fighting to this extent, and it was almost impossible for them to end the fight without a clear winner.

Jiumozhi's original martial art, the Flame Blade, is extremely powerful. Each palm strike has the ability to break through the internal force that protects the body, and also has the effect of strengthening tendons and breaking bones.

If Xu Zhu couldn't take it, this palm alone would be enough to break Xu Zhu's internal defense and kill him.

Murong Ji was not worrying unnecessarily. If it was anyone else from Shaolin, they would have been hurt by Jiumozhi's palm strike, or at most seriously injured.

Shaolin Temple belongs to the Zen sect. The practice philosophy of Zen is similar to that of Quanzhen Sect, which is to first strengthen the muscles and bones and then refine the internal strength.

Xu Zhu's muscles and bones were not well-trained, so he would surely die if hit by Jiumozhi's palm.

Fortunately, the Tianshan Zhemei Hand that Xu Zhu had learned was quite good. He performed it in a proper manner and defended himself tightly, which prevented Jiumozhi from having the chance to break through his internal defense.

The two of them were entangled, but they were evenly matched and neither could do anything to the other.

Jiumozhi sneered, and the Buddhist beads hanging on his wrist suddenly shot out.

Xu Zhu was caught off guard. After all, Xu Zhu's combat experience was not as good as Jiumozhi's. He was caught off guard and his reaction was slow, so he was hit directly in the chest by the Buddhist beads.

Xu Zhu staggered and stood still again. He had no time to defend himself because Jiumozhi had already grabbed him with his dragon claw hand, grabbing Xu Zhu's vital point and pulse point.

It tightly locked Xu Zhu's meridians, preventing his internal energy from flowing.

"How despicable! The dignified Tubo National Master, the grandmaster of martial arts, actually sneak attacked a junior!" Monk Xuan Ji took a step forward with a look of anger on his face, and was about to step forward to rescue Xu Zhu, but was stopped by Xuan Ci.

Unwillingly, he called out, "Host!"

Murong Ji's face was a little gloomy. He couldn't just sit back and watch the prestige of Shaolin Temple fall to the ground. To other countries, the Murong family and the Central Plains martial arts world were one.

If Shaolin Temple fails, who knows when Gusu Murong will become the next one.

Just as he was about to take a step forward and his sword finger was about to activate the sword energy, the next moment, Xu Zhu suddenly twisted his body and escaped from Jiumozhi's hands.

Tianshan plum-breaking hand!
One of the three grappling techniques is surprisingly useful!

Murong Ji's eyes lit up, this martial arts technique was truly unique. Just relying on this one move, he was able to gain a foothold in the world!
Xu Zhu cleared the middle hall of Jiumozhi and hit him on the chest with two palms, but unfortunately Jiumozhi had strong internal strength and Xu Zhu's moves were not right.

He could only push Jiumozhi back a few steps.

If it was considered a competition, Jiumozhi had already lost.

If the competition was about Shaolin Kung Fu, Xu Zhu would have been defeated long ago. No matter what, this time, Xu Zhu fought against Jiumozhi as a third-generation disciple.

At this point, the reputation of Shaolin Temple was saved. Why? Because Xuanci had not yet made a move.

Jiumozhi's face was gloomy, "It's fine that Shaolin Temple humiliated me with a junior! But why did they use his martial arts?"

"A century of great reputation! It turns out it's just this! Today I've learned my lesson!"

Xu Zhu had a solemn look on his face. He had learned a lot from following the Tianshan Tonglao and had seen a lot of people's hearts, but at this moment he still found it hard to accept.

(End of this chapter)