Although the monks of Shaolin Temple have high martial arts, no one thinks they can do this.
With this level of internal skill, no one in Shaolin Temple is an opponent of He Zu Dao.
However, the monks of Shaolin Temple can't put down their face and admit defeat, and they are entangled in their hearts.
In particular, the first Wuxiang Zen Master in the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple just challenged He Zu Dao.
As a result, he knew he was going to lose before he even played. He was stuck in the air for a while and didn't know where to go.
A dignified face gradually exudes several redness, like a boiled egg.
Only Abbot Tianming is a real expert, who is not too worried about winning or losing.
In the balance, Abbot Tianming was about to admit defeat.
Just then, a clanking sound of iron chains came.
Chueh yuan carried a pair of large iron buckets on his shoulder and took Zhang Junbao to the front of the crowd.
He folded his palms and saluted the abbot.
"Jueyuan, the hermit has something to tell you."
The words of Abbot Tianming were a temporary release of Master Jueyuan's ban.
Master Jueyuan looked at He Zuo carefully.
He had never seen the man before. He didn't know why he came to Shaolin Temple all the way to find him, which made Master Jueyuan very puzzled.
"I don't know what happened when the hermit came all the way here."
He Zudao waved his hand: "It's not urgent to say that later. Which monk will come to play chess with me first."
He just finished the chess game in front of him. He was in high spirits and didn't want to talk at all.
His nickname is the Three Sages of Kunlun, which refers to his three unique swords and chess books.
How can Tao practice martial arts at such a young age.
It is because he really loves swords and chess books.
Once you get excited, you can't manage anything and become totally obsessed with it. You can even give up eating and sleeping.
At this time, he had drawn a chessboard and was addicted to chess. He could not handle other matters.
He Zu Dao waited for a while, and all the monks of Shaolin Temple kept silent. No one dared to open his mouth to play chess with him.
He raised his head in some doubt and scanned the monks of Shaolin Temple.
Aren't these Shaolin monks talking about competing with him? Why did they draw all the chessboards, but none of them did it.
Faced with the eyes of He Zuo Tao, all the monks of Shaolin Temple lowered their heads in shame, but even so, no one dared to stand up to him.
Especially Master Wuxiang, his Dharma swordsmanship cultivation is extremely profound, and his character is extremely belligerent. He proposed this fight with He Zudao.
But at this time, facing the eyes of He Zuo Tao, Master Wuxiang just turned his head awkwardly.
Because he knows that he is not the opponent of He Zuo,
With such internal skills as He Zu Dao, even if He Zu Dao's swordsmanship is not advanced, he cannot defeat He Zu Dao.
What's more, not to mention that Taoism is known as the Sword Saint, and its cultivation must be strong.
He is only insulting himself when he challenges now.
Abbot Tianming looked around, but no one answered, so he understood.
He nodded: "Benefactor Hezu, your martial arts are very profound. You can draw a stone as a chess game. The monks of Shaolin Temple will bow down."
Just then, an accident occurred.
Master Jueyuan walked slowly forward with an iron bucket on his back.
The iron chain at Master Jueyuan's feet dragged past, leaving a five inch mark at his feet, erasing the boundaries of the chess game drawn by He Zu Dao.
Master Jueyuan was born weak and only cared about Buddhism. So at first, he didn't know why he came to Shaolin.
Until the abbot of Shaolin Temple admitted defeat, Master Jueyuan realized that the purpose of this person's coming to Shaolin was to show his martial arts.
As a native monk of Shaolin Temple, Master Jueyuan would not look at Shaolin being insulted.
This kind of magic skill dazzled everyone present.
The chain can leave a mark on the ground.
Although Jueyuan was blessed with the weight of the iron chain to do this, the power shown in it was too frightening.
It's hard to imagine what level of master this is.
The monks of Shaolin Temple applauded when they saw this scene.
A just so big Shaolin Temple is held back by He Zuo Dao, which makes the monks of Shaolin feel extremely frustrated.
Ten days ago, He Zu Dao left a note saying that he wanted to learn Shaolin Temple's martial arts, but no one in Shaolin Temple was his opponent.
If this matter is spread, the world's martial arts will come out of Shaolin. In the future, no monk will dare to speak out boldly.
As a result, a monk in the temple suddenly stepped in and suppressed the limelight of He Bu Dao. How can these Shaolin monks not be surprised!
The monk who knew Jueyuan was even more surprised.
Unexpectedly, this stupid old monk still has such amazing skills.
After living together for decades, they didn't even see the signs.
Master Jueyuan was extremely strong, and it was not enough to erase the boundary drawn by He Bu Dao.
Since He Zu Dao has drawn a set of chessboards, if he wants to suppress He Zu Dao, he must erase all his chessboards.
Master Jueyuan began to erase the 38 lines drawn by He Zu Dao step by step.
Master Jueyuan's cultivation of Qi is excellent, and Jiuyang Qi is endless. But his body is flesh and blood after all.
The more I walked, the more I felt my legs ache.
But for the sake of the reputation of Shaolin Temple, Master Jueyuan still insisted.
In fact, Master Jueyuan in the original book will pass away today. Another reason is that it takes too much energy to smooth the chess game.
At this moment, Ho Zu Dao opened his mouth.
"The great monk's deep internal power is not as good as yours. This game of chess is no longer necessary. Let me learn your swordsmanship."
After saying that, He Zudao pulled out his sword and gradually pointed it to his chest. The hilt of the sword was far away, as if he was about to commit suicide. He made a strange gesture
Gesture.
This is the sword technique Thunder Sword created by He Zudao himself.
Master Jueyuan shook his head when he heard this: "Old Monk only knows how to chant sutras, meditate, shine books and sweep the floor. He doesn't know anything about martial arts."
How can you believe that? How can someone in the world practice internal power to such a profound degree, but they don't know anything about martial arts.
At this time, his addiction to chess had gone, but his addiction to sword had returned. It was rare to see such a strong expert. If he didn't fight, he would not be itching.
Just then, a voice came.
"My master really doesn't know martial arts. Why should he Jushi be aggressive.
If you must compete, let me play with you. "
He Zu Dao looked up, but it was a servant in a gray monk's uniform, with hair and unshaven hair. He was obviously a secular disciple of Shaolin Temple.
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Today is a typhoon, and there are heavy rain thieves. We can't come back. We need to update one chapter less. Sorry!