Chapter 44: One punch, one palm, life and death are decided!
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One move!
The monks of the Luohan Hall were all shocked.
No one expected that the young master of the Fuwei Escort Agency would defeat the monk Yongshan of the Luohan Hall with just one move. His body movement was like a ghost, shocking everyone, even the chief abbot of the Luohan Hall, "Master Xuanqing," was the same.
When Zhang Xinmai walked in, he noticed that Zhang Xin's breathing was long and steady, indicating that he had profound internal strength, so he called out 'Yongshan', who ranked high in the Luohan Hall, to fight against him.
However, unexpectedly, this Lin Shaobao's martial arts were so high that he defeated Yongshan with just one move.
Moreover, his eerie body movement made even him secretly startled, feeling a trace of fear.
"The Sword Scripture of Exorcism?"
At this moment, the head of Xuanqing Temple couldn't help but have this thought in his mind.
But when he looked at Zhang Xin's expression, he couldn't help but frown. According to the words left by Master Hongye in the temple, the Lin family's "Sword Scripture of Exorcism" originated from the "Sunflower Manual", which is an evil method of 'self-castration and cultivating qi'.
But Zhang Xinchun has a short beard in front of his lips, which cannot be faked, but does not look like 'practicing self-castration and cultivating qi'.
What kind of martial arts is it?
Even this experienced first seat of the Luohan Hall, who has been practicing martial arts for decades, can't see any foundation.
If anyone was most impressed by Zhang Xin's martial arts, it was naturally the shocked and frightened Yongshang Monk.
As he thrust his staff, Zhang Xin suddenly disappeared before his eyes. Then a heat surged in his waist 'Centrum Acupuncture Point', his body suddenly stiffened, and his wooden staff dropped to the ground. In an instant, a hot energy rushed in and his whole body regained its agility.
This waving made his immobile body feel extremely terrified.
After realizing, Monk Yongshan took a deep breath and calmed down, picking up the wooden stick from the ground. He turned around, bowed with a single palm to Zhang Xin, and then returned to his position with the smooth wooden stick in hand.
The expression on the face is solemn, but the heart is uncertain and turbulent.
The hall suddenly fell silent, and the monks in yellow robes were disciplined and strict. No one was whispering, but their eyes secretly intersected, revealing awe and shock towards Zhang Xin.
At this moment, the Abbot Xuanqing felt heavy in his heart, but wore a solemn expression on his face. He took a deep breath and walked out slowly, saying, "Lin Shaobao's martial arts are extraordinary and admirable. I, Xuanqing, am humbly the head of the Luohan Hall in Southern Shaolin, and I have come to learn from your esteemed skills."
One step, internal energy surges, robes move without wind.
Two steps, true qi circulates throughout the body, robes gradually inflate.
Three steps, true qi reaches its peak, a faint golden color flickers on the serene face of the Xuanqing Buddha.
"Boom."
In the hall of Louhan Temple, a muffled thunder resounded, and the robed Xuanqing Abbot suddenly dashed towards Zhang Xin and swung a punch, his robes billowing. With a piercing gaze, he shouted, "Beware of the 32 styles of Louhan Fist, my disciple!"
Luohan Fist is the basic boxing technique of Shaolin monks. The movements are vigorous and powerful, and under the hands of the first leader of Luohan Hall, it has become a legendary martial art, with the power to break mountains and split rocks.
With a swing of his fist, even before it comes close, a fierce punch wind hits the face.
"Good boxing!"
Zhang Xin's eyes brightened and he couldn't help but applaud silently.
This leader of the Luo Han Hall has reached the highest level in martial arts, and can be considered one of the top experts in the martial arts world, comparable to the former head of the Huashan School, Yue Buqun.
If it was ten years ago, Zhang Xin would have to use all his skills to have a chance of winning.
But now, with the completion of the "Pure Yang Infinite Skill," Zhang Xin no longer needs to be so cautious. Seeing this, he couldn't help but laugh, and then his pure yang true energy surged into his right arm. Without evading or dodging, he clenched his fist and met his opponent head-on.
"Boom."
The palms collided and the internal force added, causing a crisp sound to burst in the air.
While the 'Arhat Fist' of the leader of the Xuanqing sect was unparalleled in strength, how could the 'Great Exorcising Demon Fist' from the 'Nine Yin True Classic' be inferior to it? With the support of profound and enduring pure yang true qi, Zhang Xin's fist strength was equally as powerful and pure.
"Boom."
Hard fists collided, and both men took a step back.
Zhang Xin's blood was surging, and a mouthful of precious and turbid qi rapidly circulated throughout his body. In an instant, his blood returned to normal.
On the other hand, the head of Xuanqing was hit by the 'Great Demon Suppression Fist'. His whole body was filled with surging blood, and he took a long breath before finally calming down.
One punch meets, victory and defeat are determined.
"Lin donor has a fierce and powerful boxing technique."
However, Abbot Xuanqing's eyes were dazzling, shooting out rays of light, and his whole body was filled with internal energy. Under the agitation, his robe seemed to be filled with air, fluttering and making noise. Suddenly, he lowered his shoulder and slid his steps, transforming his right hand into a palm. It seemed slow but was actually fast, slowly slapping with a palm.
"Pushing Mountain Palm! Beware, Monk Lin!"
The Pushing Mountain Palm is one of the seventy-two ultimate skills of Shaolin, ranking thirty-fifth. It is truly a supreme palm technique that is as formidable as any other legendary martial arts in the world. Surprisingly, the head of Xu Qing is practicing this skill.
Zhang Xin's eyes were bright and his heart was also excited when he saw one of the Shaolin 72 Arts - the Heart-Crushing Palm.
With his right hand also transformed into a palm, he countered it.
Unexpectedly, it was the 'Crush Heart Palm' from the "Nine Yin Manual," with palm power both soft and gentle, yet also formidable in the world.
"Snap."
They stood facing each other with their palms firmly joined, and the air compressed with a loud bang.
Zhang Xin's face changed, feeling a desperate and overwhelming force coming from the opponent's palm. His right arm trembled, and his body leaned back, involuntarily taking seven steps backwards.
This palm strength is really strong!
Despite Zhang Xin's "Feixu Power" from the "Nine Yin Manual", which can turn the opponent's strong attack into invisible power, he still couldn't help but step back seven steps under this palm before stabilizing his posture.
The blood surged through his body, and a layer of vitality appeared on his handsome face. A breath of precious air continuously circulated throughout his body. It took a while before he managed to suppress the rolling blood.
Contrastingly, the leader of Xuanqing, although not retreating a step, had a pale complexion, devoid of color, with a faint golden hue.
In this exchange, it may seem that Zhang Xin lost, but in reality, he won.
"May I ask, what kind of palm technique is this, Reverend Lin?"
Chief Xuanqing's face is pale like gold paper, no trace of blood can be seen. However, he has a dignified appearance, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, enduring unbearable pain all over his body. He clasps his palms together in a gesture of respect and inquisitiveness, asking with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Zhang Xin sighed and also clasped his hands together to bow to Xuanqing respectfully, saying, "Nine Yin Manual, Crushing Heart Palm!"
"Nine Yin Manual?"
Xuanqing suddenly paused, his eyes bursting with sharp light, showing a hint of understanding, and he happily exclaimed, "So it's the legendary Nine Yin Manual that once dominated the world hundreds of years ago. No wonder it is so powerful."
Speaking of this, the head of Xuanyuan laughed and said, "You have such great fortune to have this treasure to protect you. In this vast world, you can go wherever you want, my friend!" As he spoke, a trace of crimson bloodstain appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I can die under such kung fu, and it would not be considered a waste of life."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the monks changed, and they gasped in alarm.
"Chief Abbot!"
"Master!"
"Senior Master Xuanqing!"
"Master Xuanqing!"
“……”
The monks of the Luohan Hall were all shocked.
No one expected that the young master of the Fuwei Escort Agency would defeat the monk Yongshan of the Luohan Hall with just one move. His body movement was like a ghost, shocking everyone, even the chief abbot of the Luohan Hall, "Master Xuanqing," was the same.
When Zhang Xinmai walked in, he noticed that Zhang Xin's breathing was long and steady, indicating that he had profound internal strength, so he called out 'Yongshan', who ranked high in the Luohan Hall, to fight against him.
However, unexpectedly, this Lin Shaobao's martial arts were so high that he defeated Yongshan with just one move.
Moreover, his eerie body movement made even him secretly startled, feeling a trace of fear.
"The Sword Scripture of Exorcism?"
At this moment, the head of Xuanqing Temple couldn't help but have this thought in his mind.
But when he looked at Zhang Xin's expression, he couldn't help but frown. According to the words left by Master Hongye in the temple, the Lin family's "Sword Scripture of Exorcism" originated from the "Sunflower Manual", which is an evil method of 'self-castration and cultivating qi'.
But Zhang Xinchun has a short beard in front of his lips, which cannot be faked, but does not look like 'practicing self-castration and cultivating qi'.
What kind of martial arts is it?
Even this experienced first seat of the Luohan Hall, who has been practicing martial arts for decades, can't see any foundation.
If anyone was most impressed by Zhang Xin's martial arts, it was naturally the shocked and frightened Yongshang Monk.
As he thrust his staff, Zhang Xin suddenly disappeared before his eyes. Then a heat surged in his waist 'Centrum Acupuncture Point', his body suddenly stiffened, and his wooden staff dropped to the ground. In an instant, a hot energy rushed in and his whole body regained its agility.
This waving made his immobile body feel extremely terrified.
After realizing, Monk Yongshan took a deep breath and calmed down, picking up the wooden stick from the ground. He turned around, bowed with a single palm to Zhang Xin, and then returned to his position with the smooth wooden stick in hand.
The expression on the face is solemn, but the heart is uncertain and turbulent.
The hall suddenly fell silent, and the monks in yellow robes were disciplined and strict. No one was whispering, but their eyes secretly intersected, revealing awe and shock towards Zhang Xin.
At this moment, the Abbot Xuanqing felt heavy in his heart, but wore a solemn expression on his face. He took a deep breath and walked out slowly, saying, "Lin Shaobao's martial arts are extraordinary and admirable. I, Xuanqing, am humbly the head of the Luohan Hall in Southern Shaolin, and I have come to learn from your esteemed skills."
One step, internal energy surges, robes move without wind.
Two steps, true qi circulates throughout the body, robes gradually inflate.
Three steps, true qi reaches its peak, a faint golden color flickers on the serene face of the Xuanqing Buddha.
"Boom."
In the hall of Louhan Temple, a muffled thunder resounded, and the robed Xuanqing Abbot suddenly dashed towards Zhang Xin and swung a punch, his robes billowing. With a piercing gaze, he shouted, "Beware of the 32 styles of Louhan Fist, my disciple!"
Luohan Fist is the basic boxing technique of Shaolin monks. The movements are vigorous and powerful, and under the hands of the first leader of Luohan Hall, it has become a legendary martial art, with the power to break mountains and split rocks.
With a swing of his fist, even before it comes close, a fierce punch wind hits the face.
"Good boxing!"
Zhang Xin's eyes brightened and he couldn't help but applaud silently.
This leader of the Luo Han Hall has reached the highest level in martial arts, and can be considered one of the top experts in the martial arts world, comparable to the former head of the Huashan School, Yue Buqun.
If it was ten years ago, Zhang Xin would have to use all his skills to have a chance of winning.
But now, with the completion of the "Pure Yang Infinite Skill," Zhang Xin no longer needs to be so cautious. Seeing this, he couldn't help but laugh, and then his pure yang true energy surged into his right arm. Without evading or dodging, he clenched his fist and met his opponent head-on.
"Boom."
The palms collided and the internal force added, causing a crisp sound to burst in the air.
While the 'Arhat Fist' of the leader of the Xuanqing sect was unparalleled in strength, how could the 'Great Exorcising Demon Fist' from the 'Nine Yin True Classic' be inferior to it? With the support of profound and enduring pure yang true qi, Zhang Xin's fist strength was equally as powerful and pure.
"Boom."
Hard fists collided, and both men took a step back.
Zhang Xin's blood was surging, and a mouthful of precious and turbid qi rapidly circulated throughout his body. In an instant, his blood returned to normal.
On the other hand, the head of Xuanqing was hit by the 'Great Demon Suppression Fist'. His whole body was filled with surging blood, and he took a long breath before finally calming down.
One punch meets, victory and defeat are determined.
"Lin donor has a fierce and powerful boxing technique."
However, Abbot Xuanqing's eyes were dazzling, shooting out rays of light, and his whole body was filled with internal energy. Under the agitation, his robe seemed to be filled with air, fluttering and making noise. Suddenly, he lowered his shoulder and slid his steps, transforming his right hand into a palm. It seemed slow but was actually fast, slowly slapping with a palm.
"Pushing Mountain Palm! Beware, Monk Lin!"
The Pushing Mountain Palm is one of the seventy-two ultimate skills of Shaolin, ranking thirty-fifth. It is truly a supreme palm technique that is as formidable as any other legendary martial arts in the world. Surprisingly, the head of Xu Qing is practicing this skill.
Zhang Xin's eyes were bright and his heart was also excited when he saw one of the Shaolin 72 Arts - the Heart-Crushing Palm.
With his right hand also transformed into a palm, he countered it.
Unexpectedly, it was the 'Crush Heart Palm' from the "Nine Yin Manual," with palm power both soft and gentle, yet also formidable in the world.
"Snap."
They stood facing each other with their palms firmly joined, and the air compressed with a loud bang.
Zhang Xin's face changed, feeling a desperate and overwhelming force coming from the opponent's palm. His right arm trembled, and his body leaned back, involuntarily taking seven steps backwards.
This palm strength is really strong!
Despite Zhang Xin's "Feixu Power" from the "Nine Yin Manual", which can turn the opponent's strong attack into invisible power, he still couldn't help but step back seven steps under this palm before stabilizing his posture.
The blood surged through his body, and a layer of vitality appeared on his handsome face. A breath of precious air continuously circulated throughout his body. It took a while before he managed to suppress the rolling blood.
Contrastingly, the leader of Xuanqing, although not retreating a step, had a pale complexion, devoid of color, with a faint golden hue.
In this exchange, it may seem that Zhang Xin lost, but in reality, he won.
"May I ask, what kind of palm technique is this, Reverend Lin?"
Chief Xuanqing's face is pale like gold paper, no trace of blood can be seen. However, he has a dignified appearance, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, enduring unbearable pain all over his body. He clasps his palms together in a gesture of respect and inquisitiveness, asking with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Zhang Xin sighed and also clasped his hands together to bow to Xuanqing respectfully, saying, "Nine Yin Manual, Crushing Heart Palm!"
"Nine Yin Manual?"
Xuanqing suddenly paused, his eyes bursting with sharp light, showing a hint of understanding, and he happily exclaimed, "So it's the legendary Nine Yin Manual that once dominated the world hundreds of years ago. No wonder it is so powerful."
Speaking of this, the head of Xuanyuan laughed and said, "You have such great fortune to have this treasure to protect you. In this vast world, you can go wherever you want, my friend!" As he spoke, a trace of crimson bloodstain appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I can die under such kung fu, and it would not be considered a waste of life."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the monks changed, and they gasped in alarm.
"Chief Abbot!"
"Master!"
"Senior Master Xuanqing!"
"Master Xuanqing!"
“……”