The next morning, it was clear and misty, the sky was slightly bright, and the grass was still dew.

Several old monks with a master's degree got up and started practicing Arhat Boxing in this courtyard. They ran like a swimming dragon and walked like a tiger. When they got a set of ordinary Arhat Boxing techniques, they were as powerful as a dragon and a tiger.

Straight through the sky.

Lu Yi looked at the boxing skills of several people, his eyes gleamed, and he looked carefully, trying to understand the meaning and charm contained in their boxing skills, and sighed in his heart:

"Although these old monks use the same set of boxing techniques, their moves are also very similar. But it seems that they are completely different versions of Arhat Boxing, and the artistic conception of the boxing techniques is completely different."

"Some are fierce and majestic, like the angry-eyed Vajra Arhat; or some are flowing clouds and flowing water, freehand and freehand, like deep roots of Zen. It is obvious that they integrated their combined personalities into the boxing method to form their own unique boxing intention, which makes this set of Arhat Boxing possible."

It looks like several versions."

Thinking like this, Lu Yi couldn't help but turn his eyes to the old monk Facheng, and just looked at him. Lu Yi paid special attention to this old monk who had his own ideas, had a weird and changeable personality, and was restless physically and mentally.

"Uh, this is not Arhat Fist, it's clearly Monkey Fist!"

Looking at Monk Facheng who was performing a set of Arhat Boxing like monkey boxing, Lu Yi's eyes almost dropped out of his eyes. There was a huge drop of sweat hanging on his forehead. He was completely stunned by this old monk.

"This old monk is really weird. He actually practiced this ordinary Arhat Fist into such a monkey fist. He is simply a genius! A martial arts wizard, a genius!"

Lu Yi, who had recovered from his shock, secretly sighed in admiration at the artistic conception of the old monk Facheng's boxing skills.

Soon after, several old monks who finished practicing Luohan Quan stopped their exercises and sat down in the courtyard to chat.

"Facheng, you stayed up late at night last night, where did you go to play secretly?"

Hearing the words of the senior monk Fa Hai, who also had the highest martial arts skills, Facheng did not dare to hesitate. Although this senior brother looked kind and approachable, he was also very majestic. He had been scolded by him many times when he was young. At this time, he

As soon as he spoke, Facheng quickly replied:

"Brothers, I discovered something very interesting last night. It's quite interesting. Hehe..."

As he spoke, Facheng seemed to think of something funny, and he couldn't help but laugh by himself, forgetting what he was about to say.

"Facheng, tell me if there is anything interesting you want to do."

Seeing Facheng in such a state, the appetites of several old monks were immediately whetted. A more impatient old monk immediately stared at Facheng and asked Facheng.

"Senior Brother Fahu, don't be impatient, don't be impatient, let me explain slowly."

After hearing Fahu's question, Facheng quickly replied. Then, after calming down his emotions, Facheng started talking.

"The thing is like this. Yesterday I saw Junior Brother Fazhen's spiritual bird, the crow, and I thought about catching it and playing with it..."

Before Facheng finished speaking, Fazhen glared at Facheng and said angrily: "You're a big bald donkey like Facheng. You stayed up in the middle of the night and you even thought about my spiritual bird. Do you want to compete with me?"

Let’s give it a try.”

As he spoke, Fazhen clapped his right palm hard on the stone table, then stood up, staring at Fazhen with angry eyes. He saw that the stone table where Fazhen's palm was hit was sunken.

Deep palm prints.

Hearing what Fazhen said, Facheng immediately became angry and said: "Fazhen, old bald donkey, come on, who is afraid of whom? Let's compete."

With that said, Facheng made a martial arts show and greeted Fazhen.

"Okay, if you've had enough trouble, sit down and talk to me!"

Seeing that the two people were full of momentum, charging at each other, and about to start a fight. The old monk Fahai roared, and the surging momentum suddenly surged out, suppressing the momentum of the two people. They stood continuously.

Lu Yi, who was watching the show on a nearby branch, also felt an abyss-like aura that held him down. He felt like a boat in the sea, swaying with the wind, as if a wave was about to swallow him up at any moment.

, I had to hold my breath and hold on for dear life.

After suppressing the two men's momentum, Fahai withdrew his tidal momentum when he saw that they were no longer ready to take action. The courtyard instantly became calm, as if nothing had happened.

It was only when the two people who were originally facing each other stopped fighting and just sat down that Lu Yi felt that this was not an illusion.

"My dear, I originally thought that this old monk was in his twilight years, and no matter how powerful his martial arts was, he wouldn't be that powerful. I didn't expect that just this momentum could suppress two energy-transforming masters. The strength of this old monk Fahai,

He really lives up to his name, and his skills are as deep as the abyss and the sea, unfathomable!"

He patted his chest with his two wings, let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Monk Fahai sitting there, thinking this.

Although the other monks looked calm on their faces, they were in deep turmoil.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother's skills would improve and he would be so powerful just by his aura. He could suppress Fazhen and Facheng. You must know that Fazhen and Facheng are masters of energy transformation. They are both half-stepped in."

A master of the elixir-holding realm, senior brother is truly worthy of being a senior brother!"

"We are all brothers in the same sect, and we should be as close as brothers. Don't always think about using force whenever you disagree. The two junior brothers are quite old, and their tempers need to be changed."

After seeing the two of them sit down, Fahai said gently, like a breeze blowing past the ears of several old monks.

"yes!"

After hearing what Fahai said, several old monks responded in unison, regardless of whether they wanted to or not.

Seeing this, Fa Hai nodded and said, "Okay, Fa Cheng, please continue talking about your findings yesterday."

"I have been paying attention to Junior Brother Fazhen's spiritual bird. At night, I saw it flying out of the other courtyard, so I chased it. Guess where it went?"

Facheng said "hmm" and then started talking. After speaking, he even gave a few brothers a pass.

"Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

After hearing what Fa Cheng said, the impatient Fahu replied suspiciously with an uncertain tone.

After hearing Fahu's words, several other people looked at Facheng with curiosity, wanting to confirm whether the crow spirit bird had gone to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion.

"That's right! And I'm sure that the little guy definitely went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to look for martial arts books."

Looking at the curious eyes of his fellow apprentices, Facheng immediately nodded and said solemnly.

"No way, it's just a spiritual bird. No matter how spiritual it is, it's still just a bird or beast. It's not like it has become a monster. How could it think of running there? I think it must have bumped into it by mistake.

Bar."
Chapter completed!