Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Su Qin has not felt a significant improvement in the flesh since the great achievement of King Kong's Indestructible God a few years ago.

Even entering the first-grade Grandmaster Realm, it is only a qualitative change in internal strength, and by the way, the lower body is slightly strengthened.

This strengthening, for Su Qin, is just a matter of being born out of nothing.

But now.

With the combination of King Kong's Indestructible Technique and Taiyin Body Refinement, Su Qin felt the long-lost transformation of his body.

Crash.

The blood rushes, and the power of the ultimate yin and the power of the ultimate yang continue to collide and cancel out, giving birth to a wisps of gray aura, which quickly blends into every part of Su Qin's body.

Even the internal strength of the first-grade Grandmaster Su Qin is gradually becoming more pure.

Even in the depths of the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, the golden Buddha also began to emit a dazzling Buddha light, echoing faintly with the flesh.

Inner strength and physical body are inherently one with each other. A strong physical body can accumulate inner strength, and pure inner strength can also counteract the physical body.

After a few hours.

Su Qin slowly stood up.

Crack clap.

Su Qin made the sound of bones colliding.

"Unfortunately, Taiyin Body Refinement has the best effect when the moon is at its peak."

Su Qin raised his head slightly, looked at the gradually falling moon, and sighed.

"Come back tomorrow night."

Su Qin returned to the House of Commons.

After cultivating all night, Su Qin not only was not tired at all, on the contrary, he was in good spirits.

The first-grade Grandmaster has already started to dabble in the cultivation of 'God', even if he does not sleep for a month, there is no problem.

What's more, Su Qin is not without rest, in the process of body forging, it is also a supplement to the 'God'.

In front of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion.

Su Qin said silently in his heart: "System, sign in."

[Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in and obtaining the practice 'Prajna Chan Palm'. 】

"Prajna Chan Palm?"

A smile appeared on Su Qin's face.

Prajna Chan Palm is a unique skill of Shaolin Temple. Only the heads of the abbots and abbots are qualified to practice. It belongs to the secret tradition of Shaolin Temple.

It is said that a certain generation of holy monks of Shaolin Temple hundreds of years ago, with the help of Prajna Chan palm, pressed down the famous first-grade master at that time with one palm, and became famous all over the world.

Although the main reason for this was the terrifying strength of the holy monk, the Prajna Chan Palm should not be underestimated either.

next moment.

All the subtleties about Prajna Chan Palm poured into Su Qin's mind.

In less than a moment, Su Qin seemed to have practiced Prajna Chan Palm for decades, and was in control of this unique skill.

After signing in, Su Qin roughly cleaned it up, and then entered the first floor of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion to look at some strange anecdotes collected by the Shaolin Temple.

The Sutra Pavilion is divided into four floors.

From the second floor to the fourth floor, various unique skills of Shaolin Temple are recorded.

Disciples who want to go to the second floor to the fourth floor must obtain the permission of the abbot or the heads of the abbots.

As for the first floor, there are strange anecdotes written or brought back by some eminent monks who traveled down the mountain.

It has nothing to do with martial arts.

Therefore, any disciple can read the books on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

Although Su Qin is a monk who sweeps the floor, he is also a disciple of Shaolin Temple, so he can read it naturally.

Just when Su Qin was looking at an unofficial history with relish.

"Junior Brother Zhenguan, are you here too?" A surprised voice came from beside him.

Su Qin looked up, put down Ye Shi and said, "Senior Brother Zhenzhi."

The person who Su Qin was talking to was actually Zhenzhi, a monk who inspected the Demon Pagoda.

Next to Zhenzhi, there are several other patrolling monks.

"I ran out of qi and blood, and the head of the hospital said that I should not practice martial arts during this time, so I came here to have a look."

True Wisdom explained.

"So it is." Su Qin nodded slightly.

At that time, outside the Demon Suppression Tower, Zhenzhi was indeed devoured by the blood-devouring old demon, but due to Su Qin's timely interruption, the foundation was not damaged.

Otherwise, if Su Qin arrives a little late, the true wisdom will not be depleted of qi and blood, but will be drained of qi and blood.

As for the monks next to Zhenzhi, it was the same reason.

Although they were not swallowed up, they also suffered some injuries and needed to rest during this time.

A few people chatted for a while, and then they talked about what happened last night at the Town Demon Tower.

"Hey, it was really dangerous at the time, just a little bit, that blood-devouring old demon will start killing."

Zhenzhi said with emotion on his face.

There is great terror between life and death.

After the true wisdom has gone through life and death, the xinxing has also undergone a slight change.

"Senior Brother Zhenzhi, you were not in a coma at the time, did you see the appearance of the saint monk?"

A monk next to him asked in a low voice.

As soon as the words came out.

The eyes of the other monks suddenly lit up.

At this moment, the deeds of the holy monk have long been spread all over the Shaolin Temple.

Abbot Huiwen and the head of the academy did not stop him either.

After all, letting the disciples know that there is a first-rank holy monk standing behind the Shaolin Temple can also have an uplifting effect.

"appearance?"

Zhenzhi shook his head, "I only saw a vague figure, and then I lost consciousness."

When Su Qin heard the words, he chuckled in his heart.

At that time, when he appeared in front of the Demon Suppression Tower, his inner strength spread all over his body, and it was impossible for anyone to see his appearance except for the blood-devouring old demon.

When the other monks heard this, they could only give up.

"However, although I don't see the appearance, I know the strength of the ancestors of the holy monk."

Zhenzhi changed the subject and said suddenly.

"The strength of the ancestors of the holy monk?"

Several monks blinked, and said with puzzled faces: "Isn't the ancestor of the holy monk a first-rank grandmaster?"

"It's really a great master"

When Zhenzhi said this, he paused, lowered his voice and said, "But even a first-grade Grandmaster has a distinction."

"For example, Zhang Zhenren, who belongs to the real martial arts of Wudang Mountain, has been coercing the world for decades, and even the imperial power can be ignored. There is also the national teacher of Mengyuan, who has the power of dragons and elephants. One person supports the entire Mengyuan Empire. ."

Zhenzhi's expression showed a trace of awe.

Whether it is Zhang Zhenren or Meng Yuan National Teacher, they are the best in the world, and they may even touch the rumored mythical barrier.

In front of such characters, the ordinary first-grade Grandmaster will indeed be eclipsed.

"Brother Zhenzhi, what do you mean?"

The expressions of the monks next to him changed slightly.

Although they were very grateful to the holy monk from Shaolin Temple, they never thought about the strength of the holy monk.

For these monks, even if it is an ordinary first-rank, it is far from being able to look up to them, let alone a top-ranking such as Zhang Zhenren and Meng Yuan Guoshi?

"Although I don't know the strength of the blood-devouring old demon, he can defeat the 108 Arhats in an instant, even if it is not a rank one, it is not far away."

"With such an existence, even if you really meet a first-grade Grandmaster, you can't beat it, and there is still some hope for escape."

"Even if you can't escape, you will definitely experience a brutal fight."

Zhenzhi's tone was amazed: "But last night, the blood-devouring old devil died so suddenly, as if he had encountered an enemy that was far from being able to resist."

"I guess that the ancestors of the holy monk who killed the blood-devouring old demon are at least at the level of Meng Yuan Guoshi and Zhang Zhenren."

True wisdom said this.

Several monks looked at each other, their faces shocked.

Is it the best in the world like Zhang Zhenren and Meng Yuan Guoshi?

How is this possible?

"You don't believe it?"

Zhenzhi saw that several monks did not speak, and he was anxious, looking at Su Qin who picked up Ye Shi again and looked at it with relish:

"Junior Brother Zhenguan, tell me if my guess just now makes sense."