The Check-In System, Starting with the Sunflower Martial Art for Eunuchs - Chapter 94

“What a strong sword!”

“Is this the real strength of this person! Just now, he didn’t go all out at all! Even the bitter wise monk did not force his full strength!”

“The grace of this sword, even if it was the sword sage Ye Qingcheng back then, isn’t it?”

In the place, the saber of the sword master was summoned and flew out, mixed with thousands of sword auras, and slashed towards everyone.

If one hundred and one hundred eminent monks of Shaolin Temple, plus a camp composed of half of the world’s masters, have an aura like the sky, then Lin Ping’s sword is like piercing the sky through the holes!

Under this sword, even masters of the mythological realm, such as the bitter wise monk, Sun Baifa, and Taoist Chongxu, feel that they are as small as an ant!

What a splendid sword!

This is no longer the myth realm, but the top strength of the myth realm!

There is a huge gap between the two.

Ordinary 9th-Rank masters can hardly fight back when facing the top 9th-Rank Grandmaster, just like when the 9th-Rank Grandmaster of the Barbarian Clan entered the capital, the barbarian Grandmaster Moragu easily defeated the so-called ninth-Rank Grandmaster. To be powerful, Shi Chengtian is invincible with iron fist.

With just two strokes, Shi Chengtian flees in despair, scared to death.

The gap between the myth realm and the myth realm will only be greater!

The ordinary mythological realm masters are almost essentially different from the top mythical realm that has almost touched the threshold of the Shattered Void from the unity of heaven and man.

only.

The myth realm cultivates the unity of man and nature, which is fundamentally different from the nine-stage realm.

This level can no longer only be accumulated by time, and gradually become stronger. This requires the cultivator to follow the ‘road’, which is correct enough!

If the path of cultivation is not good enough when entering the realm of mythology, and it is ‘crooked’, then the future will be limited.

Even if he barely breaks through to the unity of man and nature, it is an extravagant hope for how far he wants to go on this road.

Only the road gets narrower and narrower, and the road gets crooked as it goes!

Even if decades have passed, the cultivation base will not make any progress, and it will still stay in place, which can only be comparable to the realm of mythology for the first time!

It can be said that 80% of the myth realm masters will stop at this step.

Only by taking the right path can it reach the peak of the unity of nature and man, and then be qualified to touch the legendary broken void!

But there is one more point.

Even if the cultivator’s path is correct, it will take at least 20 to 30 years to go from the beginning of the myth realm to the peak of the myth realm, no matter how talented it is!

Just like the original sword sage Ye Qingcheng, the demon lord and Xuci monk, and the real person of Wudang Zhang more than a hundred years ago, spent a lot of time in the mythological realm to overwhelm the first life.

And Lin Ping?

How old does this person look like?

Only a few years after entering mythology

Fortunately, they gathered the power of everyone and gathered half of the top masters of the arena, and the Shaolin Temple’s heritage was exhausted. They worked together and finally resisted it!

“Everyone, please hold on!”

“This son can’t last long alone, it will not have enough stamina!”

In the master hand of Shaolin Temple, someone shouted loudly.

The current situation does seem to be the case.

No matter how great Lin Ping alone is, as long as they can block Lin Ping’s sword aura, then the background of hundreds of them is naturally far better than Lin Ping alone.

Lin Ping must be the one who fell first in the end because of the consumption!

However, things backfired.

They wanted to contend with Lin Ping, not to mention that there were Dongfang Qingxue, Li Xunhuan, Fumo Four Lao and others around Lin Ping, and they had not yet made a move.

Even Lin Ping himself is not serious…

“Hold it? Do you really think you can hold it?!”

Lin Ping stood in the air, her hair fluttering and her clothes fluttering.

Thousands of sword auras are flying all over the sky, and the sword power is like a dragon, falling like a rainy banana leaf on the defensive cover where hundreds of masters gather below, and it seems impossible to break through.

However, as Lin Ping’s eyes shrank slightly, the two qis of the Dao and Demon changed, and the Yin and Yang became one. The original dispersion was like a flood attacking thousands of sword qi and then turned over, forming a huge and unparalleled sword qi storm vortex.

Under Lin Ping’s manipulation, the sword qi storm suddenly stirred.

Originally, it was pure sword energy with terrifying lethality and penetrating power, and there was a distorted wave in it. The defensive barrier formed by the hundreds of masters below could remain calm under the attack of sword energy. Churning spring water.

Click… Click…

There was a broken voice, and the expressions of hundreds of masters changed drastically, and their eyes showed horror, with a bad premonition.

The corner of Lin Ping’s mouth pulled out an arc with no smile. The two-handed sword tactics across the chest and between the eyebrows suddenly pointed downward.

boom!

The barrier shattered instantly.

One hundred and eight eminent monks of Shaolin Temple, as well as half of the masters of the rivers and lakes, all snorted, blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, and fell to the ground.

Even a few mythical realms were still injured by the sword qi.

Just when Lin Ping’s finger sword technique changed, he was about to kill the chicken and the monkey, and let Shaolin Temple know that he was afraid.

suddenly……

“The donor, please be merciful~”

An old voice came, although the volume was not loud, but hundreds of people in front of the Daxiong Hall heard it clearly.

Huh! Huh!

Just two steps.

A thin monk wearing a gray monk robe, buried a distance of hundreds of meters, from the back of the Daxiong Hall, came to the square.

The old monk was already very old, and looked almost the same as Sun Baifa, Fu Mo Si Lao and others, and the few sparse long beards were completely white.

Lin Ping’s eyes saw the old monk, but after he moved to kill, he would not stop easily. Since Shaolin Temple was so obsessed, and desperately refused to let him borrow the Yi Jin Jing, then he would kill a few people.

Jian Qi took shape again in the blink of an eye, and slashed towards the 108 eminent monks of Shaolin Temple. The target was a group of high-level monks headed by the abbot.

“Ugh!”

With a sigh, the old monk’s face and eyes could tell that he didn’t want to face Lin Ping’s sword aura, but if Lin Ping wanted to kill someone, he still had to kill the abbot of Shaolin Temple and other backbone forces. He had to stop him.

So the moment the sword energy fell, the old monk flashed again and stopped in front of the 108 senior monks of Shaolin Temple.

At the same time, his right thumb and **** touched, like a sky thunder shook the ground, and the surrounding space trembled.

Everyone’s attention and eyes were attracted by this inexplicable fingerprint.

then.

The Buddha held the flowers, Kassapa smiled!

A red light flashed from the tip of the old monk’s finger, cutting towards Lin Ping’s sword energy.

boom!

The horrible fluctuations spread in an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, and the front of the Daxiong Palace was paved with bluestone slabs for thousands of years, and a deep gully was directly cut at this moment.

What everyone can’t think of is that Lin Ping’s sword that can easily kill the mythical realm was disillusioned in the air under the block of this fingerprint!

This unknown old monk, with his own power, intercepted Lin Ping’s sword energy!

Even Lin Ping’s eyes were filled with surprise.

Actually blocked it?

Although the sword just now did not go all out by him, he also used some real skills, even the abbot’s bitter wisdom could not stop it.

What is the origin of this old monk?

Moreover, it is very important that he will also do what the old monk said just now, and he has cultivated to the extreme.

Shaolin Temple’s 72 stunts, twist the fingers.

However, the upper limit of this **** technique is the half-step myth realm, and it is impossible to get it in the myth realm.

But the old monk actually stopped his sword qi with a twisted finger.

“interesting!”

Lin Ping showed some interest in his eyes. Without hesitation, Wan Jian returned to the sect to unfold it again, the sword aura was like a waterfall, and he kept cutting towards the old monk.

Originally, he thought that the abbot was bitter and wise, and the formation of 108 eminent monks was the greatest heritage of Shaolin Temple.

Unexpectedly, there are hidden masters who are stronger!

In the blink of an eye, it was already after a dozen sword strokes.

Although the old monk has a heavy face, his stunts are quite diverse, sometimes the Buddha is the master of flowers, sometimes the vajra is angry, sometimes the dragon claws are extinguished; sometimes the sword gas crosses the river, sometimes the sword sings the prairie fire.

Every one of his moves can see the shadow of Shaolin Temple’s 72 stunts.

But every stunt, in his hands, broke the upper limit, broke the limit of the Ninth Stage realm, and reached the realm of the unity of nature and man!

The contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple, the bitter and wise monk, only cultivated the top-ranked Tathagata palm among the seventy-two stunts to this realm.

But this old monk has achieved a whole new realm by bringing out the old and bringing forth the new with dozens of stunts!

and so.

Suddenly, Lin Ping stopped all his sword qi even if he was a dozen!

Of course, even if the old monk intercepted Lin Ping’s sword energy, it was not easy and freehand.

Every time Lin Ping’s sword energy fell, the old monk would take a step back. And every step will be extremely hard, the bluestone board will directly sink into a footprint.

obviously.

These sword qi brought a great burden to the old monk.

But even so, it has already exceeded everyone’s expectations and is unimaginable.

What is Lin Ping’s strength? The top master of the mythic realm who can defeat half of the masters of the arena with one’s own strength!

Even if it is not as good as the demon master of the year, it is not far off.

It can be like the sword sage Ye Qingcheng, overwhelming an era.

The old monk in front of him abruptly blocked Lin Ping’s so much sword aura. Is it possible that he is the contemporary ‘Xuci’ monk?

Back then, the Demon Lord was rampant all over the world. It was Shaolin Temple that, apart from a imaginary and merciful monk, joined forces with Wudang Zhang Zhenren to stop the Demon Lord, and the three disappeared together.

Now this old grey-robed monk can also resist Lin Ping?

Thinking of this, hundreds of jianghu masters are in agitated mood.

Shaolin Temple is worthy of being a holy place for martial arts, with a well-deserved reputation for thousands of years!

More than a hundred years ago, there was a godless monk, and today there is such an unknown master!

“Abbot Kuzhi, who is this master of Shaolin Temple? The cultivation base is so outstanding!” Dao Chang Chongxu couldn’t help but asked aloud.

But what they didn’t expect was that the people of Shaolin Temple at this time were even more shocked and even more incredible than them!

because.

The abbot Kuzhi, the chief suffering of Bodhidharma, and the chief suffering of Prajnatang, and other eminent monks, they did not know who this gray-robed old man was!

Such a superb master, whose strength is far better than them, has reached the pinnacle of the myth realm, but they don’t know that there is such a figure in Shaolin Temple!

Hearing the words of Taoist Chongxu, Abbot Kuzhi looked excited and embarrassed, and shook his head: “I don’t know the identity of this senior yet…”

“What? Such a monk, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, you don’t even know?” Taoist Chongxu said dumbly.

Abbot Kuzhi could only respond with a wry smile.

Fortunately at this time.

Among the 100 eight Shaolin monks, one quickly stepped forward to report: “Abbot, I think this predecessor is…like a sweeping monk in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion!”

“What~www.mtlnovel.com~Sweeper?”

Suddenly, there was an uproar.

The peerless master at the pinnacle of the mythological realm is not a high position in Shaolin Temple, but a sweeping monk?

what is this? What is it like?

“impossible!”

The head of the Dharma Hall with a panther head and eyes was suffering, and his face was also stiff.

How could a sweeping monk possess such a peerless cultivation base and strength? Are you kidding me?

The monk who stepped forward to report carefully observed the gray-robed old monk who was resisting Lin Ping’s sword energy, and finally took a deep breath, confirmed and nodded: “Yes. This senior has already swept the floor for more than forty in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Years! When I was an ordinary disciple of Luohantang, he was wiped out in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion…”

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