Wu Qizhe's own skills can definitely not be described as a congenital master alone.

Wu Qizhe used to watch some martial arts, and divided the martial arts realm of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" into acquired masters and congenital masters, and on top of this, there are congenital perfections, and the realm of the sect commander, and the realm of the great grandmaster.

Although he couldn't figure it out, he felt that with his own skills, or his perverted second-generation Pangu zombie physique, if he wanted to beat the three major sect commanders, it should be a piece of cake.

In fact, when he originally watched "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty", there was a place he didn't understand very much, which always paid attention to the realm and mood, it seems that your mood is not enough, and it is easy for the other party to find flaws, so as to lose in the decisive battle.

This is where he doesn't understand, even if he is really found by the opponent, but your attack can't even break my defense, why can you defeat me. Do you want me to be tied up and at your mercy, this is completely.

Therefore, Wu Qizhe thinks that if he goes to the martial arts world of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty", he will not be directly crushed by you by any realm, and he does not believe that in the face of the power that surpasses everything, the so-called spiritual realm can really have any advantages.

Of course, the Yin faction of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" has a set of magic skills of the Heavenly Demon Secret, which is divided into six chapters and eighteen layers, one to four layers are the "Form God Chapter", the fifth to eighth floors are the "Rigid and Soft Chapter", the ninth to twelfth floors are the "Virtual and Solid Chapter", the thirteenth to sixteenth floors are the "Space Chapter", the seventeenth floor is the "Disintegration Chapter", and the eighteenth layer is the "Reincarnation Chapter".

The Heavenly Demon Honey Exercise is weird, and for some people who are not strong-minded, they even directly penetrate the other party's mind to achieve the goal of controlling the other party.

Wu Qizhe naturally didn't believe that the Heavenly Demon Secret Technique of the Yin Sect could control his actions and thoughts.

In addition to "Golden Bell Jar", Wu Qizhe naturally has his ten-fold mountain divine skills, if in terms of power alone, the nine-fold mountain skills he has achieved now far exceed the ninth level of the Golden Bell Jar.

If he reached the Ten Mountains, it would definitely be another realm, and he was sure that it would definitely not be worse than the twelfth level of the Golden Bell Jar.

Wu Qizhe got off the back mountain of Shaolin Temple and returned to his meditation room, and it didn't take long for someone to ask him to go to the morning class together.

A lay disciple like him is nothing more than carrying water and chopping wood, learning some superficial fist and foot kung fu, and if he wants to learn subtle internal martial arts, as well as advanced martial arts such as seventy-two stunts, he should not even think about it.

Wu Qizhe's identity is just a war orphan, adopted by the Shaolin Temple, and his talent is not high, so he is not obscure even if he is doing chores in the house.

One evening, three years later, Wu Qizhe was practicing in the back mountain.

The golden bell jar on his body was like substance, and mysterious lines appeared on the surface of the qi, and Wu Qizhe spat out a breath of turbid air, like a sharp arrow, directly through the rock in front of him.

Five fingers need to be grasped, not far away a leaf on a big tree seems to be pulled down in the palm of his hand, the flying eagle in the sky swept by, with a throw, the gang qi wrapped the leaves and flew out, although it looked inconspicuous, but instantly penetrated the body of the flying eagle.

The flying eagle let out a mournful roar and fell straight to the ground, Wu Qizhe knew that he had reached the realm of martial arts that people in the martial arts dream of, picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people.

His Golden Bell Jar Divine Skill had already broken through to the twelfth level at this time, and it was just a small test just now, showing his subtle control of his skill.

Of course, he knew that this was far from the end, and he still used his qi to temper his internal organs every day.

In addition to the magic skills of the golden bell jar, Wu Qizhe also studied the moves, a thousand hands such as palms, one pat or two scattered palms, and flower fingers, he did not learn all of them, but only learned a few things that he liked.

With his current strength, any martial arts move can turn decay into magic in his hands, even if it is an ordinary punch, it seems to be very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people.

After Wu Qizhe finished his work, he went down the back mountain and returned to the Shaolin Temple, but he saw that the monks in the temple were all panicked, holding packages in their hands, and they were rushing to escape.

A short time ago, the Xingzhu faction had already picked the Wudang faction, and the next target was naturally Shaolin, which was as famous as Wudang.

Wu Qizhe was not in a hurry to go down the mountain, but kept up with the original protagonist Xuzhu, and the people in the temple were almost gone, and Xuzhu ran to the room to pack his luggage.

It happened that he was discovered by the abbot at this time, and he called Xuzhu to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to tell him carefully, and then the old immortal Ding Chunqiu of the stars had already gathered around the Daxiong Treasure Hall with his men.

The abbot came out with a group of disciples to meet the battle, and at first the Shaolin Temple had a slight upper hand.

Next is the abbot and Ding Chunqiu fighting alone, both of them have reached the point of brilliance and true qi.

When he heard the abbot shouting the name of the move, Wu Qizhe was not shocked, it turned out to be the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty, isn't this the last form of the Divine Palm of the Divine Body? But it doesn't look like it.

The abbot and Ding Chunqiu did not make a fist contact, but the true qi was released, forming a stalemate in the air.

The result of the competition between the two of them was that the abbot's skills were superior, but what he didn't expect was that he fell for Ding Chunqiu's Dafa, and although he won a move, he died on the spot.

Wu Qizhe didn't stop, ran the light body exercises, and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Wu Qizhe came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion first, and at this time, Xuzhu had found the Yijin Sutra through the abbot's guidance, and his void finger directly hit the opponent's sleeping point.

Seeing the fallen virtual bamboo, Wu Qizhe snatched the Yijin Sutra from the other party's hand, and began to have Sanskrit excerpts?

There was a commotion outside, and soon a man and a woman rushed in and rummaged around in the Scripture Pavilion, and Wu Qizhe knew that what they were looking for was the Yijin Sutra.

"No, no, neither." Ah Zi rummaged for a long time and didn't find the Yijin Sutra she wanted, and she looked a little angry.

"Bang." Wu Qizhe deliberately dropped a book on the bookshelf to the ground.

"Who." Ah Zi immediately heard the movement, and his eyes flickered and looked in the direction of Wu Qizhe.

Seeing the other party's figure fleeing, Ah Zi immediately chased after him.

Wu Qizhe deliberately slowed down, and Ah Zi easily blocked in front of him.

"You are wearing the monk's uniform of Shaolin Temple, and you are a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple." Ah Zi saw the book in Wu Qizhe's hand and snatched it over, saw the big black characters on it, his eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed: "Yijin Jing, okay." ”

Wu Qizhe also saw Ah Zi in front of him, with a white beard on his face, a white beard, and even his hair was white, and his face was so much that he could still see the appearance of the great beauty Zhang Min, and his voice sounded very pleasant.

Ah Zi couldn't wait to flip through the Yijin Sutra, and frowned without looking at it: "How is Sanskrit." ”

He pushed Wu Qizhe with the Yijin Sutra and snorted coldly: "Since you are here in the Zangjing Pavilion, you must also be able to understand the words on the Yijin Sutra." ”

Wu Qizhe shook his head and said: "Donor, I can't understand it, the Sanskrit on it can only be understood by some Buddhist monks in the temple." ”

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