"That's not true. Of course there are good and evil martial arts." Duan Yu imitated Bao Butong's tone and argued, "Practicing the Nine Yin White Bone Claw requires a large number of living heads. The Xingxiu Sect's Serial Decaying Poison is also transmitted through the bodies of living people. It's extremely cruel. Brother Bao, do you think that these martial arts are not evil?"
Bao Butong had always been eloquent and eloquent, but Duan Yu was even more adept at Buddhism. Bao Butong could not think of a way to refute. He was so angry that he could only stand there and stare. Pfft.
Noticing Bao Butong's expression, Wang Yuyan covered her mouth and smiled. But then she remembered that Bao Butong was her cousin's retainer and she could not let him be bullied too much. She quickly said, "Young Master Duan, you may not know this, but the Nine Yin White Bone Claw does not require human heads to practice. It's just that Mei Chaofeng did not practice it properly and misunderstood the saying in the Nine Yin Sutra: 'When the five fingers exert strength, there is nothing that cannot be broken. Destroying the enemy's head is as easy as piercing through rotten soil'."
Duan Yu was stunned and disagreed. But Wang Yuyan was his fairy sister and he would not argue with her. He smiled and said, "Miss Wang, you are familiar with all the martial arts in the world. I was just showing off my slight skill in front of an expert."
Wang Yuyan smiled sweetly. "But what Young Master Duan said is not without reason. Some martial arts are indeed extremely sinister, such as the Serial Decaying Poison of the Xingxiu Sect and the Five Pecks of Rice Divine Kung Fu of the Five Pecks of Rice. Whether the user is good or evil, it's inevitable that they will harm the heavens and kill people."
Hearing Wang Yuyan's praise, Duan Yu's heart felt as if it had been smeared with honey. He giggled for a while and wanted to talk more with Wang Yuyan. But he knew that Wang Yuyan's attention was mostly on her cousin in the arena and would not be interested in talking to him. An idea came to him and he asked, "Miss Wang, can you tell the monk's martial arts?"
Wang Yuyan looked at the arena for a while and could not help but frown. "Strange. Although this Master Xuzhu is of low seniority, he seems to be proficient in the Shaolin Temple's Seventy-two Supreme Skills. His punch broke the flagpole twenty feet away. It's the Great Skanda Staff. If my cousin hadn't closed his eyes in time, his ribs would have been shattered."
"So powerful?" Duan Yu gasped. Although he was highly skilled in martial arts, his skills were acquired by chance, so he didn't have good eyesight. He couldn't see the danger in the exchange of punches and flashes.
"This technique is indeed powerful, but …" Wang Yuyan hesitated for a moment before continuing, "It's just that it's too domineering, going against the benevolence of the Buddha."
Duan Yu had always been a devotee of Buddhism, so he hurriedly nodded his head and said, "I think Kung Fu is the root of all evil. If everyone were devoted to Buddhism, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, there wouldn't be so much fighting in Jianghu."
Bao Butong finally found an opportunity. He sneered, "It's just the view of a pedantic scholar."
Wang Yuyan's attention was not on the two of them, so she did not notice their argument. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the familiar figure on the dueling ring.
The crowd around the ring burst into an uproar. They whispered to each other, discussing the monk who had mastered the Seventy-two Supreme Skills of Shaolin Temple. Their voices were full of shock and admiration.
On the other side, Song Qingshu and the others were also shocked. Zhou Zhiruo said in a low voice, "I've heard that each of the Seventy-two Supreme Skills of Shaolin Temple is exquisite. It's rare for an ordinary person to master one in their lifetime. Those who can master more than one are the best in the Shaolin Temple. Over the past hundreds of years, there have been many talented people, but Master Xuancheng is the one who has mastered the most supreme skills. He has mastered thirteen supreme skills, and is known as the best in the Shaolin Temple in the past two hundred years. But this monk, I'm afraid he just displayed more than thirteen supreme skills. "
Zhu Yue was also shocked. While looking at Xuzhu's moves on the stage, she counted her fingers, "Universe in the Sleeve, Indian Buddha's Finger, Demon Vanquishing Gown, Great Wisdom Indefinite Finger, Eliminating Worries Finger, Nirvana Claw, Yama Luo Tuo Finger …" Over the years, she had wandered around the Jianghu and met a lot of Shaolin Temple monks. Naturally, she recognized these supreme skills. However, most of the monks she knew were only proficient in one of these supreme skills.
Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect Xuzhu to learn the Seventy-two Supreme Skills without the Free and Unfettered Sect's Wuchang Wuchang. However, no one could truly master the Seventy-two Supreme Skills of Shaolin Temple at the same time. Thus, there was only one explanation: Xuzhu knew the Non-Phase Method.
Only by relying on the Non-Phase Method to urge the seventy-two consummate skills could this kind of deceptive effect be achieved. On the surface, there seemed to be no difference between them and the seventy-two consummate skills, but one relied on the Daoist internal force to urge it, while the other relied on the Buddhist internal force, which was essentially different.
The Free and Unfettered Sect had never been famous in the Jianghu, let alone the secret Non-Phase Method of the Free and Unfettered Sect. This was why even though there were many experts on the stage, none of them could see the flaws in Xuzhu's moves. They only thought that Xuzhu really knew the Seventy-two Supreme Skills of Shaolin Temple.
"Where did Xuzhu learn the Non-Phase Method?" A trace of doubt arose in Song Qingshu's heart. He knew that there was no Zhenlong Chess Game in this world, so there was no reason for Xuzhu to learn the Divine Skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect. However, now that the facts were in front of him, he had no choice but to believe it...
The fight between the two people on the stage had entered a white-hot stage. After all, Murong Fu was a famous expert for many years. After the initial shock, he quickly used all kinds of strange moves and gradually recovered the situation.
Murong Fu quietly wiped his cold sweat. Fortunately, he had learned his lesson from Shi Potian and Aqing, so he didn't relax his vigilance against this ordinary monk. Otherwise, he would have suffered a big loss from the beginning.
Suddenly, Xuzhu shouted, "Prince Murong, take my palm!" As soon as his voice fell, his palms drew a circle from the outside to the inside and slowly moved toward Murong Fu. Before his palms arrived, Murong Fu already felt that it was difficult to breathe. In an instant, Xuzhu's palms had already arrived like a raging tide.
Murong Fu and the Nameless Pawn were inextricably entangled, so his heart was already filled with anger. When he heard Xuzhu's voice, he secretly thought, "You are proficient in the Seventy-two Supreme Skills of Shaolin Temple. I can't take advantage of you in terms of moves, but do you think my internal force is inferior to yours? How old are you, a monk? "
The internal force competition couldn't be faked. The stronger one was, the weaker one was. Not to mention that the Murong family's Big Dipper was very good at borrowing force to fight force, so they were never afraid to compete with others in terms of internal force.
Feeling arrogant, Murong Fu no longer dodged. He used the Big Dipper and waved his palm to meet Xuzhu's attack.
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