Chapter 67: If you want to get a glimpse of Shaolin, nine days have passed! (Four more!)

"The Shaolin Temple actually has an Arhat?"
The man dressed in white and with the faint mark of a flying knife frowned slightly.
If anyone who is familiar with the world of martial arts is here, he will definitely recognize that the man in white is the descendant of Xiao Li Feida.
Xiao Li Feida has no false hair.
These eight characters are famous all over the world, and even those first-class masters who cross-border martial arts are extremely afraid of the descendants of flying swords.
"It shouldn't be the Venerable Arhat, but it's just a rumor in the world."
The man in white thought for a while and shook his head.
You know, whether it is Arhat Venerable or martial arts myth, it is difficult to produce one in several eras.
If the Shaolin Temple really had Arhats in charge, how could it be spread by the outside world that there is no great master of the first rank, and almost fell out of the world's major martial arts?
"It's just that the death of the demon master is a fact. With the strength of the demon master, he can't escape even if he escapes. I am afraid it is a first-grade great perfection."
The white-clothed man touched his chin, his eyes thoughtful.
He is not a fool, even if he does not think that there is an Arhat in Shaolin Temple, he will not think that Shaolin Temple is a soft persimmon.
"But isn't that exactly what I want?"
"A First-Class Great Perfection, if he observes his'God', can he give me enough pressure?"
A trace of heat flashed across the eyes of the man in white.
The man in white didn't mean to provoke the first-grade Great Perfection of Shaolin Temple.
The first level of Dzogchen's physical body, divine consciousness, and internal strength have all completed their transformations, and the incomparable consummation is far beyond his ability to resist.
The man in white just wanted to press himself to take the last step by feeling the strength of the other's ‘god’.
The descendants of flying knives in the past have different personalities.
Some are approachable, some are gentle, some are jealous, and some hold the limits of martial arts.
And this white-clothed man took the limit of martial arts as a lifelong investigation.
Every generation of flying knives has mastered the flying knives.
The flying knives of the descendants of flying knives are different from most martial arts magic in the world.
The skill of flying knives is a mysterious technique.
To put it simply, you want to block the flying knives swayed by the descendants of the flying knives? It's useless to rely on internal force and flesh.
We can only rely on whether our ‘god’ is strong enough.
If the ‘God’ can stop it, live.
If the ‘God’ cannot stop it, die.
therefore.
Normally, if a martial artist under the first rank encounters a descendant of the flying knife, he will undoubtedly die? As for the first rank master...
Only the First Grade Grand Master who began to nurture his own "God"? It is possible to stop it.
But this is not absolute, it still depends on whether the ‘god’ of the flying knife descendant is strong enough.
Of course? The flying knife is not without its flaws.
Every time the descendant of the flying knife swung a knife, he would basically exhaust all his energy? It took some time to recuperate, and the descendant of the flying knife at that time might not even be able to beat an ordinary person.
In individual combat? The descendant of the flying knife can instantly kill any warrior below the first-rank master.
But in the face of siege? I am afraid that the descendant of the flying knife can only admit it.
Because he can only make a single shot in a short time. After a single shot, it is a waste.
Since the man in white was born, he wielded a total of nine swords? Every sword has a powerful warrior who has fallen? The strongest of them is a first-grade master from Nanming Kingdom.
By swinging these nine knives? The white-clothed man constantly sharpens his own "God"? Almost only one step away? He can transform the God and condense his divine consciousness.
What a pity? This step seems simple, but in fact it is like a moat.
Without enough external stimuli, under the oppression of the ‘god’ of a powerful warrior? The descendant of the flying knife would not be able to make this last leap.
"It's a pity, that Grandpa Zhao in the Tang Palace is suspected of concentrating his mind? But I can't enter the palace at all."
The man in white sighed.
"but."
"I can't enter the palace, but I can still enter the Shaolin Temple."
The man in white was shocked.
Although Shaolin Temple is one of the world's largest martial arts, it does not prohibit pilgrims from entering to worship the Buddha.
The man in white can completely pretend to be a pilgrim and sneak into the Shaolin Temple.
As long as he enters the Shaolin Temple, the white-clothed man can use the flying knife to learn his skills and feel all the ‘gods’ nearby.
As long as the first-grade Dzogchen is still in Shaolin Temple, he will inevitably not escape the perception of the man in white.
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Shaolin Temple.
Su Qin finished today's sign-in opportunity, his eyes turned slightly, and he looked outside the Shaolin Temple.
Since the death of the devil, there have been many spies hiding in the dark outside the Shaolin Temple, and even the pilgrims who visit the temple every day to worship the Buddha have been disguised as warriors.
For this scene, Su Qin knew everything well, but he was too lazy, as long as he didn't bother him, and the abbot and the head of the hospital would take care of the rest.
"By the way, the Nine Suns Divine Art is cultivated to the extreme. It is said that you can be like a big sun, burning mountains and boiling the sea."
"You can try it today."
Su Qin's heart moved.
The Nine Suns magical arts are Buddhist magical arts, and Su Qin's cultivation of the Nine Suns magical arts is indirect mutual confirmation with the founders of the Nine Suns magical arts.
After stepping into the realm of'Arhats', it is necessary to gather the principles of a hundred schools of thought to prove oneself.
Thinking of this, Su Qin returned to the back mountain forbidden ground, sat cross-legged, and swiftly operated the Nine Suns.
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Outside the Daxiong Hall.
The man in white turned into a pilgrim and walked to a corner without leaving a trace.
After stopping, the man in white swept around his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Just a moment."
"Using a flying knife to observe the'god' of others, as long as the time is not long, even the first-grade Dzogchen will not be aware of it.
The man in white settled down, thinking silently in his heart.
As for whether he can bear a first-grade Dzogchen'God', the man in white still has this confidence.
As the descendant of this generation of flying knives, he was originally very good at ‘god’. As long as he didn’t die, he would observe a ‘god’ in a martial arts myth, and it should not be a big problem.
Thinking of this, the man in white lightly closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and touched the mark of the flying knife on the center of his eyebrows.
Hum! !
next moment.
The man in white only felt that his spirit was infinitely elevated, and he could vaguely perceive the dots of light scattered all around.
"Is that the'god' of many disciples and pilgrims of Shaolin Temple?"
The white-clothed man did not pay attention to these, and continued to spread his thoughts in all directions.
"this is not."
"That's not it."
The man in white frowned slightly, cold sweat faintly.
If you continue, I'm afraid he will exceed his limit. .
Just when the man in white was about to give up.
His thoughts finally spread to the back mountain forbidden area of ​​Shaolin Temple.
next moment.
The man in white'see' came to an unforgettable scene.
Within the range of his perception, nine rounds of vast scorching sun suddenly appeared.
In the nine days, the sky was full of light, shining through the darkness, and burning the void. Where the nine rounds of the Great Sun pass, everything is lonely and life is extinct.
"This is this is this is..."
The man in white only felt that his "god" was beginning to collapse, and he knelt on the ground with a thump, his eyes bleeding, his expression terrified.
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