I, Yan Ye, want to marry Shichen’s daughter

"What if his internal strength is good? Seeing that his bone age is seventeen or eighteen, his internal strength is only two or three years old. Either he has insufficient perseverance or talent, and can't be more than one month at most!"

...

Feng Xue, who was walking on the mountain road, didn't know that he had become a tool for these great monks to start gambling, but was shaking the frying spoon in his hand with difficulty.

This piece of equipment is said to be heavy and not heavy, at least for Feng Xue’s physique raised by puffer whales after eating for a year, but it’s just wearing, when he raised the sharp-bottomed bucket with one hand. , When the left hand still accurately catches the thrown iron sand, the weight becomes more unbearable.

What's more terrible is that there is no smooth path under his feet, so that a little carelessness may fall to the sky, and the big monks around him sometimes put the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, savory and astringent in his mouth. The whole person is bad.

To be fair, this mountain road is not long. It is only one kilometer. Compared with Feng Xue’s routine exercise of running 10 kilometers every day, it is really much shorter. Snow was sweating profusely, and the iron sand thrown in the pot obviously weighed only a dozen catties, but at this time it seemed to weigh more than ten thousand catties.

The first time the water was brought back, most of the iron sand in the pot had been spilled, but the monks didn’t say anything, they just added the iron sand to the pot and brought out a bowl of hot soup. The soup was as clear as water, but the entrance was delicious. , With the elegant taste slipping through his throat, Feng Xue only felt that his physical strength began to slowly recover.

However, just when he had a slight change in the senses of these great monks, one of the great monks who held a small book and recorded something in general suddenly spoke.

"There are a total of seven seasonings that you have tasted in this soup. If you say five, you will pass..."

Chapter 87: Three Months Later

The morning sun is rising, but the morning glow has not cleared, but there are clanging sounds from the mountain road.

A white-haired young man who seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old was walking down the mountain. A little fox with six tails followed him. At this time, he was wearing heavy metal "armor". Raising a sharp-bottomed iron bucket with his right hand, holding a large pot in his left hand, and constantly tossing its contents high, the contents of the pot is a handful of iron sand, which is also mixed with 108 lotus seeds. Round beads.

The iron sand and the round beads were tossed high, but there seemed to be an invisible mysterious power linking them. Every moment the iron lotus seeds took a specific trajectory, restraining the handful of loose iron sand, and finally completely Fall back into the pot.

But the young man has long been accustomed to it. He kept walking under his feet, and still tossed while walking. Next to him, there was a copper-colored monk whose complexion was turned over with metallic luster, who occasionally mixed all kinds of powder, paste, or water. , Or granular things were thrown into his mouth with hidden weapons, and he kept chanting the names of the condiments that matched it.

There was wind under the boy's feet, and in a blink of an eye he had already ran back and forth from the mountain creek, with a bucket full of dangdang in his hand, obviously running on the mountain road, but the water in the bucket was steady, as if on a table.

The speed of the boy is incredible. He has ran several times in just half an hour. The half-person-height water tank is filled with clear stream water, but before he can wipe his sweat, he is covered by a group of the same skin color. The big monk of Tongguang dragged to a low table. On the table was 10,000 clear water. Soup that could not even be seen from hiding oil flowers. The leading monk grinned. The young man didn't talk much, immediately He picked up the bowl and poured it down.

"Star anise, cinnamon, pepper, cornel, white vinegar, rice wine..." Needless to say, this young man was Feng Xue who was practising in Shaolin Temple in Hunan, but three months later, his basic skills were trained in the hell of these great monks. It has indeed grown a lot.

"Not bad, kid, it's all right this time." The old monk who was in charge of feeding Feng Xue the seasoning put the bottles and jars hanging on his body on the table, patted Feng Xue on the shoulder casually, "Go Well, it's time for morning class."

"Well, it's reasonable. Shouldn't the confrontation training be one-on-one?" Feng Xue's expression became bitter as soon as he heard the word morning class. The morning class in other temples was meditation and chanting, and the morning class in this area was a group fight. what!

"We 18 bronzes have always advanced and retreated together. We are also 18 when facing one person, and we are also 18 when facing a hundred people. Even if there are thousands of troops, we are still 18 people!"

"I didn't see you say that when I was fighting with the abbot..." Feng Xue curled his lips, the great monk patted the table when he heard the words, and picked up a folding stool. The original benevolent face instantly turned into Angry King Kong-"Either go to morning class obediently, or start the film here, you choose it yourself!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" Feng Xue saw the folding stool, her face immediately stunned, and while removing the heavy "armor" on her body, she said softly, "Isn't it the morning class? Go together!"

"You kid knows you!" The several big monks looked pretty when they heard this. The reason why they had to take Feng Xue to morning class was because they didn't want to be beaten.

Yes, get beaten.

Morning class is the tradition of Shaolin Temple in Hunan. How did the morning class proceed before Feng Xue came?

Of course novice monks beat lay disciples (only those who practiced normally), and the abbot beats bronze men!Moreover, the abbot is still very careful, who of the Eighteen Bronze people dare to attack?Even if 18 people go together, they will only get beaten up.Therefore, every time they came to challenge the apprentices of special training in hell, the Eighteen Bronze people were very excited, because they had other opponents, they didn't have to face the abbot.

However, when the Shiba-tiao great monk turned his head towards the Daxiong Hall (actually the martial arts field), he suddenly heard a plop, turned his head in amazement, but saw Feng Xuezheng covering his face with one hand and posing a slightly distorted but very emotional In his posture, the little fox who was standing on the table was gone, and beside his feet, the monk who was carrying the folding stool was lying.

Feng Xue smashed the folding stool with one foot. Looking at the remaining seventeen monks, she felt like "You will be a coward for a lifetime, or a hero, even if it only takes a few minutes".

(Probably this feeling)

"Boy!" The big monk who took the lead looked at the buddy who was overturned for a while, with a smile on his face, "I thought that this appearance can hold you down, but I didn't expect you to learn faster than we thought. How much!"

As he spoke, a powerful aura suddenly emerged from the great monk. Feng Xue, who had been beaten for more than two months, suddenly had a bad premonition, but he was not an idiot who would wait for the enemy to transform before doing something. The great monk hasn't opened up yet, it's just a "Buddha in Heart".

This old punch strikes the pericardium of the great monk impartially (that is, the mutton). Even if it does not bring any internal force, this punch is enough to directly shock the enemy, but the great monk yells. With a sound, the copper-colored luster on his body suddenly separated from the skin.

Feng Xue, who had been beaten by these great monks for more than two months, had long expected that things would not be so simple. He started with a pair of winds, and then another one.

It's just that with Feng Xue's strength, Rao didn't even twist the head of the great monk. He only heard the sound of "Duang!", instead he bounced off like a film hand chopping a unicorn.

Feng Xue only felt that her hands were numb for a while, but when she looked at the great monk, she was completely white. Where is the appearance of that bronze figure?

At this time, the metallic copper color has completely separated from his skin and turned into a thick layer of vigorously enveloping the whole body, and the phrase "like a golden bell covering the whole body"!

"Golden Bell Jar?"

"Yes, it's the golden bell jar!" Except for the great monk who was knocked out by Feng Xue, the other bronze men have already turned into shape. The great monk who took the lead didn't rush to do it, just said with a smug expression: "This golden bell is one of the four great magic arts of Shaolin. As a method of physical training, the most important thing is a breath of internal energy, but this internal energy requires solid enough flesh and blood to carry it. Therefore, it has little power in the early stage. Only by practicing to the sixth level can the effect really come into play. My ancestors in Shaolin took a different approach, first practiced meat with iron cloth shirts, and waited until Xiaocheng, and also practiced the 13th Taibao horizontal exercises and bones. The bell refining, in this way, can cross the pass that is difficult to carry the golden bell in the early stage of the golden bell, and directly cross the first five passes, but in this way, the golden bell is not really cultivated, and it is inevitable between operations. Jerky, need to be in a state of exercise all the time, so that the flesh and blood is infiltrated in the golden bell, so that the skin is like copper, so it is called a bronze person! When the vitality is rounded, the bronze body will naturally fade away, and the golden body will be certified. not bad!"

"Then let me see if it is your golden bell that is unparalleled in defense, or my white cloud and smoke are sharp and sharp!" Looking at the great monk's appearance, Feng Xue once again remembered the hardship he suffered during these three months. , Anger grows to the gall, the whole body's internal strength rises like a cloud, and with the exit of the word "pi", a mist will be spit out with the sound of the word, turning into a sharp sword to stab the leading monk!

Chapter 88 Progress

Bai Yunyan practiced the Taiyin Lung Meridian, which is the orthodox Xinjin Zhiqi. Although it is not as hard as the killing and hardening of the Gengjin Qi, it is a needle hidden in the cotton, and the breath is as strong as mist, but it is full of murderous intent and specializes in breaking the body. Infuriating.

This is the first time Feng Xue has used this trick in three months. The great monk does not know its roots, and he is confident enough that he has been trained to the eighth level of the golden bell, but he sinks his dantian and the body watch's golden bell is issued. There was a real hum.

It's a pity that Baiyunyan is not an ordinary martial arts. Although it is insufficient in quantity, it is terrifying in terms of quality. In addition to the all-pervasive characteristics of Xin Jin Zhi Qi, it explodes to pieces upon contact. The monk saw that the sword aura was so weak and could not help the wind, and he regarded it as a good thing, but unexpectedly the scattered mist turned into countless white needles, and walked along the golden bell.

The golden bell was repaired to the eighth level, and there was only three inches of sight left on the whole body, but facing the fog needle that this white cloud smoke turned, it was no different from being undefended.

The white mist escaped, and the great monk screamed for no reason. He immediately fell to the ground, clutching an indescribable place, and began to roll all over the floor.

Feng Xue knew that it was better to break his ten fingers than to break one of his fingers. Before others could react from the shock of the golden bell being broken, he kicked the great monk in the neck. The great monk didn't even make an extra sound, only twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

"Somehow solve the two most troublesome." Feng Xue looked at the heavy-faced sixteen bronze men, but her heart was more imaginary than them, but when he thought that the main dps and main T had been cut off by him, there was a sudden The feeling of earning money no matter what you hit, the anxiety in my heart also disappeared.

However, the Baiyun Yanjian Qi Needle has already appeared, and it is impossible to make another contribution. The next step is a tough battle.

Zhen Qi wanders through the body, and has been bombarded with various tricks by the eighteen doujin every day for three months. The whole body is already familiar with the feeling of being flooded with internal force, but the internal force is smoother than it was three months ago. More than doubled.

Feng Xue didn't use substitutes, magic eyes, or magic, and even Liuwei took back the pokeball ahead of time. He originally came here for exercise. What's the use of cheating and winning?

"The kid is very courageous!" Seeing Feng Xue rising from his body, like a fairy in the cloud, the remaining great monk's complexion became more and more serious. Finally, the great monk who was usually called Lao Liu couldn't bear it, and tried hard. , A piece of soil was lifted by the toes and flew directly towards Feng Xue's front door. This trick was a cassock that could use all things internally as a weapon.

When Feng Xue saw this, she didn't rush, tapped her fingertips, and the soil was instantly torn apart, and then he was rolled with his hands, turned into countless gravel and sand, and hit all the bronze men along different tracks.

This is exactly the concealed weapon technique that uses the magical abilities of twisting the flower fingers and fixing the beads to lower the devil.

During these three months and nearly a hundred days, Feng Xueri used the black iron cauldron to display the supreme magical powers of fixing the bead and reducing the demons. It can be said that he is one of the most proficient Shaolin arts today. As instructed by his arm, every piece of scattered stones and mud was under his control, and even the virtual reality of the internal force could be completely controlled.

It’s just that the great monks who have seen the horror of Bai Yunyan’s internal power do not harden it at all, or directly perform light dodge, or directly block it with iron sleeves and other methods, but this is one block, but Feng Xue is Has seized the gap and approached a great monk.

This is the fundamental reason why Feng Xue took the lead in solving the two monks. The Eighteen Bronze Human Array is so exquisite. Anyone who is attacked can get the assistance of his companions, even if he fights against enemies that are several times greater than them, specific to each enemy. , And have to face a one-to-three or even one-to-six situation.

However, when Feng Xue defeated the strongest monk with the strongest attack and defense, the formation was flawed. It was unable to absorb damage to gain time for recovery, and it was impossible to use offense instead of defending to save the enemy. For a time, Feng Xue relied on a series of combos to catch a one-on-one opportunity.

Blow and stom the feet, straddle and lift the shoulders, force through the back, and exert force in the fist.

Eight major strokes of Bajiquan-a cannon from the ground!

This is the ultimate move Feng Xue learned from Tosaka Rin after spending a lot of money in his previous life to obtain a perfect ruby, and it was also the only ultimate move he had mastered before coming to Shaolin Temple.

As far as the level of Bajiquan is concerned, Feng Xue's acquisition rate of this type of boxing may not reach the basic level, but she has already condensed the strength of the whole body.