Chapter 102

The two fought fiercely, from the meditation room in the rear to the Buddha Hall in the front, and the place they passed was in a mess.

Such a big noise naturally disturbed the lamas in the temple and rushed to check them one after another. However, looking at the terrible momentum of the two fighting, no one could come forward.

There's no way. The Lama who stays in Wulun temple at the moment has the highest cultivation. It's impossible to get involved in the battle at the master level.

So I can only stand outside and worry.

"Dang!"

The palm and the big sword hit each other again, and there was a collision sound like a Hong Zhong Da LV, and the two figures separated abruptly.

Wang Hao steadied his body, put the shameless sword in his hand on the left side of his body, and stared at the Linghui master opposite him, but his arms were trembling slightly.

Obviously, he suffered a lot from the collision just now!

"Amitabha! I admire you for your extraordinary talent. At the moment, I only have one hit left. I hope you can continue! "

He put his hands together and announced a Buddha's name. He didn't give Wang Hao the chance to speak. His right palm stood up in front of his chest. I don't know what secret method he used. His already huge palm began to expand again.

Compared with the expansion of the palm, the whole originally burly body began to shrink, as if the inner strength had been gathered into the palm.

At the same time, the lamas around rushed forward to protect guru Linghui in case Wang Hao took the opportunity to interrupt guru Linghui's spell casting.

But Wang Hao didn't interrupt each other, even if he had this strength, because he knew it didn't make much sense.

Master Linghui is exerting some unique knowledge, and so is he. He even opened the function of enlightenment to improve the success rate.

"King Kong handprint!"

Finally, when the right palm suddenly increased to two feet, master Linghui shouted fiercely, like a Buddhist King Kong who subdued demons and demons, and waved his palm to Wang Hao with angry eyes.

This time, there was no real Qi flowing outside the palm, but all the Qi was collected into the muscles, bones and flesh of the palm, rendering the whole palm a dark gold, just like the palm of the real King Kong Buddha.

What's more terrible is that in the palm of his hand, he carries an invincible martial will to suppress all things. Before he reaches the palm, this martial will first suppresses Wang Hao.

"The two armies face each other and explode!"

In the face of the suppressed palm print and martial will, Wang Hao roared and hit with a combination of bloody battle, ten moves and explosive strength. First, he broke the opponent's martial will, and then the shameless sword in his hand collided with the dark golden hand.

The two hit each other, but there was no sound, but the surrounding air was distorted by great power, so that they couldn't see their bodies.

The great sound is hard to hear. The great form has no shape.

Although there was no sound, it was more terrible.

But then a close click came out, and countless cracks began to spread on the shameless sword in Wang Hao's hand, and soon spread to the whole sword.

Seeing this scene, master Linghui's face showed joy and added strength to his hands.

But Wang Hao still looked calm, as if he didn't worry that the shameless sword would break.

After a while, the shameless sword couldn't hold on any longer and broke completely.

But then the purple light flashed, and the master Linghui cut off four fingers like the Vajra palm of ten thousand refined steel.

The King Kong handprint was broken, and a dark golden blood gushed out. Only the remaining half of the palm began to shrink rapidly. It soon became the original thin shape, and the breath of master Linghui also began to plummet.

"Master, you won this game!"

Looking at the Ziwei soft sword in his hand, Wang Hao sighed and did not deny his defeat.

His weapon was smashed. From this point of view, he really lost.

"Benefactor, you didn't lose this game!"

Master Linghui also sighed. Although he did win in a real sense, you should know that he is the highest cultivation achievement in the master's realm. Even if he is in bad condition, he still has the combat power in the middle of the master's level.

But the boy opposite was only a super first-class cultivation, so he fought with him for so long, and finally even cut off half of his palm with the sudden magic weapon.

This ability is rare in ancient and modern times!

The lamas protected Linghui again and glared at Wang Hao, but they didn't dare to come forward.

Even master Linghui, the strongest of their five wheel temple, lost. They went up just to give away their heads.

One of the Little Lamas considerately bandaged the injured palm of master Linghui.

"Master, let your disciples and grandchildren calm down. Don't really stimulate the younger generation. Let the younger generation be excited and do something."

Glancing at the lamas who glared at him, Wang Hao looked cold. He hated being faced with a weapon.

"You all step down. I have something important to discuss with the benefactor in detail. Don't worry, we were just competing in martial arts! "

Seeing Wang Hao's coldness, master Linghui waved to the lamas in front of him and motioned to step down.

The lamas hesitated and didn't want to retreat, but after seeing the stern meaning on the face of master Linghui, they didn't dare to say anything. They were unwilling to retreat one after another, and closed the door of the Buddha Hall at the same time.

"Benefactor, how can you let this temple go?"

After the monks left, the spirit and spirit of master Linghui suddenly collapsed, his body was unstable and sat on the ground, and his expression was very bitter.

He can hear the threat of Wang Hao. If he can't let the other party leave satisfactorily today, I'm afraid their Wulun temple will be bloody!

Fortunately, he also saw that Wang Hao was a reasonable man, so as long as he paid enough price, he should be able to keep those disciples and grandchildren.

"Master, let's calculate our grudges first. First, you go to meet the traitor Yang Jingzhong in person. It's a national feud with me. You're wrong!"

Wang Hao also sat on a futon in his spare time, playing with the purple soft sword in his hand and looking at the spiritual master with weak breath in front of him.

"From the standpoint of benefactor, the poor monk is really wrong."

Master Linghui nodded, and did not deny this, nor could he deny it.

"Then you planted your death on me before, so as to transfer the internal contradictions of your grassland people to China, which may even lead to war. Isn't that right?"

Wang Hao once again revealed a mistake made by master Linghui. In fact, it was helpless to reason with the old monk.

From the other party's behavior, he is definitely a strong man. If he is in a hurry, he will be in a hole if he is caught dead.

So you must take your time!

"Benefactor, you're right. I'm really wrong!"

Master Linghui nodded again, and at the same time, he probably guessed Wang Hao's final intention.

"You exposed the killing machine to me before. It's wrong to want to kill me here!"

"It's really wrong!"

Master Linghui nodded again.

Seeing that master Linghui did not deny these three points, Wang Hao nodded with satisfaction, then stood up and turned his head to look at the statue erected in the Buddha Hall.

True to life, as like as two peas, the five wheels of gold and silver, copper, iron and lead are the same as those of the two wheels of the Shang and what people used to use.

However, the five roulettes are in a broken state, and even one of them is only half left. Obviously, the five strange weapons have experienced a fierce battle with their master.

"Master, the five wheel temple is inherited from the king of Jinlun Dharma in the Southern Song Dynasty!"

After looking at the statue for a while, Wang Hao suddenly asked. Although he was asking questions, his tone was quite affirmative.

The skill of imperial envoy roulette used by Guru Linghui in the past is very strange. Looking at the characters written by master Jin, there is only the Golden Wheel king in the era of divine carving.

In addition to the five broken wheels, Wang Hao can basically determine that the other party is the martial arts inheritor of the Golden Wheel Dharma king.

The king of Jinlun Dharma has several powerful martial arts. It is precisely these unique skills that he came up with the idea.

"I didn't expect benefactor to know my Wulun temple so well!"

Sighed again. Master Linghui was more sure of his previous conjecture. The boy really stared at their unique skill of Wulun temple.

"I heard that the Golden Wheel Dharma king used a dragon elephant Prajna skill and a magic skill to drive five wheel rings to traverse the Wulin in the Central Plains. It is even said that there is a mysterious supreme yoga secret riding skill even stronger than the Dragon elephant Prajna skill.

The supreme Yoga Tantra is the supreme and unique skill of your Tantric school, so I won't win people's favor. In this way, how about you use the Dragon elephant Prajna skill, the wonderful skill of driving the wheel ring, and the King Kong fingerprint as the price to offset this resentment? "

Wang Hao said his real purpose.

The Dragon elephant Prajna skill is definitely a congenital skill. I don't know the magic skill that drives the roulette, but at least it's at the patriarchal level.

Next, the King Kong handprint just displayed by the old Lama is definitely a congenital martial art.

In this way, there are two innate martial arts and one acquired martial arts. When you send it to Dongfang Bai Na Niu, it will be 2100 points of luck!

Such a generous return is naturally worth his careful planning.

"Benefactor, there are no secret scripts left for these three skills. Now..."

Master Linghui was embarrassed, but before he could finish speaking, Wang Hao interrupted: "there is no secret script, so write one now! Don't say there is no paper, pen and ink. Do you need me to put some of your disciples' blood as ink? "

Wang Hao won't give the old guy a chance to quarrel. He will decide the three martial arts!

He also knew that there were no physical secrets of these Shengong in the five wheel temple, which was obviously handed down by word of mouth.

Previously, he asked xiaomengmeng to search with the treasure hunt function of the system, otherwise he really thought he was willing to spend so much time with the old monk!

"Alas! Long Ling, take pen and ink! "

Sighed. Facing the strong and domineering Wang Hao, master Linghui had to compromise and spoke to the little lama outside.

Soon two little lamas carried a low table into the Buddha Hall with paper, ink, pens and inkstones on it.

One of the older lamas withdrew from the Buddhist temple, while the other stayed to polish ink for guru Linghui and secretly looked at Wang Hao.

"Benefactor, do you want a Chinese translation? Or the original of grassland language? "

Picked up the brush and stained it with some ink. Master Linghui asked.

"Han, of course... No, I want the original of grassland language!"

Wang Hao was about to say it was a Chinese translation, but he suddenly changed his mind.

He knows the cultural differences between the two languages, which is reflected in modern times. For example, the translation of master Jin's martial arts novels into English is terrible. Even the meaning has changed, and foreigners can't understand it at all.

Similarly, some ancient poems cannot be accurately translated in other languages.

Now it's a martial arts secret script. If there's a slight difference, you'll worry about your life. It's better to make it the original.

It's a big deal. He'll just learn grassland language again.

"Master, don't write wrong words, otherwise if the younger generation becomes possessed in the future, it's not good to go to the five wheel temple and kill again!"

Finally, Wang Hao sincerely warned master Linghui, and then walked towards the original meditation room.

There is a traitor waiting for him to deal with it!

"Alas! I don't know if this is right or wrong! "

Looking at the figure of Wang Hao leaving, master Linghui sighed.