"Brother Jiu Mozhi."
At this moment, hurried and rhythmic footsteps sounded outside the courtyard. Then, two or three young monks in red robes ran in.
"What is it?"
Xia Ping turned around and looked at the monks.
"Senior Brother Jiu Mozhi, it's like this. Tomorrow is the Tibetan Martial Arts Symposium. Now, India's Nalanda Temple and the Shamans from Mongolia have all arrived in Tibet.”
" I don't know where the shaman elders got the news about Senior Brother Jiu Mozhi," a red-robed monk said in a deep voice." They wanted to meet Senior Brother Jiu Mozhi to verify each other's Buddhist Dharma and martial arts."”
He stated the purpose of his visit, indicating that the Shaman elder wanted to meet Xia Ping.
"You want to meet me? What was there to meet? Tomorrow was the martial arts conference. Wouldn't it be fine if they met again tomorrow?”Xia Ping waved his hand. He had no interest in meeting the Shaman elder.
If he had this time, he might as well cultivate.
"Senior Brother, the Shaman Elder said that he heard that Senior Brother likes to collect martial arts from all over the world. They have a cultivation method that seems to have been obtained from the Central Plains. It's called the Bone Melting Soft Palm. If you can meet them, you can give this secret manual to Senior Brother.”The red-robed monk replied.
" Bone Melting Soft Palm?!"
Hearing this, Xia Ping's interest was piqued.
This cultivation technique was also considered famous in the later generations. Its characteristic was that it was soft on the outside but hard on the inside, and it mainly focused on explosive force. The technique was mainly based on the palm. It circulated and stretched, and the movements were continuous. The palm technique circulated into a ring. The force was strong inside, soft on the outside, and explosive.
The person who was hit by the Melting Bone Soft Palm was unconscious at first, but after four hours, the palm force would take effect. The bones in the entire body would be as soft as cotton, broken everywhere, and the internal organs would be ruptured. It was an unspeakable tragedy, and there was no way to save them.
It could be said that it was an extremely sinister and vicious cultivation technique, but it had to be said that it was powerful. If an ordinary external expert was hit by this palm, they would definitely die.
Although he had a lot of martial arts, if he could obtain this Bone Melting Soft Palm, it would be a pleasant surprise. No one would complain that they knew more martial arts.
"Interesting. We've only met once. How could the Shamans be willing to give me this cultivation technique? They're actually willing to pay such a heavy price?”Xia Ping raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not sure either."
The red-robed disciple scratched his head." But I heard that although Shamanism is very powerful in Mongolia, it doesn't have many people in the Western Regions and other places. Moreover, it has only developed for a short time and is weak.
Perhaps those shamanic elders knew your identity, senior brother. You are the last disciple of the master and the future leader of Ningma Sect, so they wanted to get to know and curry favor with you in advance.”
He voiced out his guess.
"It's not impossible. If we can obtain this cultivation method, it's not impossible to meet the other party. By the way, where are those Shamans?”
Xia Ping rubbed his chin. He could not guess what the Shaman elder was up to, nor did he know what he was up to. But no matter what the purpose was, he just had to meet the other party.
"Shixiong, they seem to be staying in an inn near the city gate of Lazar. If Shixiong wants to go, I can lead the way.”The red-robed disciple volunteered.
"Alright, then lead the way."
Xia Ping nodded.
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Not long after, Xia Ping and two or three Ningma Sect disciples arrived at an inn where Shamanism was stationed.
The inn was surrounded by Shamanic warriors. They were all tall and carried machetes, and their bodies emitted a strong smell of blood. Clearly, they were all warriors who had been through hundreds of battles.
This inn seemed to have been completely booked by the Shamans. Other than the Shamans, there were no outsiders.
When the red-robed disciples of the Ningma Sect saw how heavily guarded the place was, they were so frightened that they did not dare to breathe. They felt as if they had entered a palace.
"You must be Jiu Mozhi. Our Great Elder has been waiting at the inn for a long time.”
At this moment, a tall Shaman warrior walked out of the door. When he saw Xia Ping and the others, he immediately came out to welcome them. His face was full of smiles, as if he was bathing in the spring breeze.
However, Xia Ping could sense that this person seemed to be hiding a sinister malice deep in his heart. He was exuding a faint hostility towards him, and he was not as kind as he appeared on the surface.
However, he was bold and did not care about such a small matter at all. He directly entered the inn.
At this moment, more than ten elders immediately appeared in the inn. They were all elders of Shamanism. All of them had deep cultivation and had already reached the peak of the Postnatal Realm.
There was even an old man sitting in the middle who emitted a powerful aura. He had a certain degree of connection with heaven and earth, as if he had already advanced to the Connate Realm.
" Huh?!"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. Although his master, the Ningma Sect, had previously said that the Shaman Sect was weak and inferior to the Ningma Sect, it now seemed that the Shaman Sect's strength was no small matter.
Just the Shamanistic experts they saw now were already stronger than the Ningma Faction.
Not to mention, this Shamanic Sect's First Elder had already advanced to the Innate Realm. This was a little terrifying.
However, in the past few martial arts competitions, Shamanism's performance seemed to be very unbearable. It was obvious that they deliberately hid their strength in order to numb the nerves of other sects.
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