Shaman (3)

 

"Arm wrestling?"

"It's a battle where the back of the hand touches the table first loses. Wrist and arm strength· And it's a battle of skill."

After briefly explaining the arm wrestling, Mu Jin smiled brightly and added.

"If the disciples who are the most confident in the strength of the wrists in the shaman come forward, I will deal with them."

Mu Jin's confident words caused an uproar among the shaman disciples. There was talk about who would step forward.

In a way, Yunhe Jinyin, who was the initiator of all of this, was just silently watching the whole situation.

Originally, Yunhe Jinyin had intended to step in when his priest, Elder Yun Ping, questioned Mu Jin's cultivation methods.

However, Mujin took a relaxed attitude that was uncharacteristically appropriate for his age and sorted out the situation.

Therefore, Yunhe Jinyin decided to observe the situation first.

"It is obvious that training after confirming the effect is more effective than training by force."

The only question was whether the young monk could really prove it.

'Come to think of it, it's amazing . . . Even though this child, who is only a third-generation disciple, has stepped out alone, none of the Shaolin disciples are in a worried mood."

For some reason, the atmosphere in Shaolin was so relaxed.

And it was only natural.

"Mujin can't afford to lose..."

"If you're just competing for strength, you can't even use your inner attack, right?"

"If you're going to fight without a fight, isn't he the best in the world?"

Mujin had been spreading muscle training techniques to Shaolin since he was a freshman, and it had already been four years since then.

Not only the initiates and the three great disciples, but also the second great disciples and the great disciples were training their muscles with the Mujin cultivation method.

And how Mu Jin, the pioneer and inheritor of the cultivation method, cultivates with an ignorant weight of iron. They all knew it very well.

However, the shaman, who did not know such a situation, voluntarily selected a scapegoat and sent it away.

"This is the shaman disciple Minghuan."

Looking at the dojo who was in his early thirties, Mu Jin tilted his head.

"It's a strength fight, but why did you send out anchovies?"

Maybe he's a bully from a shaman?

Take a moment to think about it. Mu Jin took a closer look at the shaman's disciples, and soon understood.

'Oh, I don't know. There's no one like him..."

Aside from those who have grown their bodies with no~~~ five powers like themselves, there are usually people who boast innate divine power like Mugung.

But for some reason, all of the shaman's disciples are moderately balanced. Or he boasted a slightly slender body.

'Hmmm· Is it because of nothingness?'

Most of the shaman's martial arts were focused on the mysteries of the Kind, and it seemed that they gave more importance to the soft-bodied children than to the ones with excellent muscles.

Of course, he thought he would win, but he thought it would be easier than he thought, so he chuckled and sat down at the table.

"You can start with your elbows and hands together. If you take your elbow off or the back of your hand touches the table, you're in defeat."

"And do you have to compete only with the strength of your arms and wrists?"

"That's right..."

After hearing Mu Jin's explanation, Ming Huan stood across from Mu Jin and put his elbow on the table.

And immediately after they joined hands.

"Let's get started!"

As soon as the shout of the transport Qin fell, the tendons on Minghuan's arm bounced.

“!?”

But why? His muscles were straining so hard that he trembled, but Mujin's forearms were like rocks.

"Is this the end?"

On the contrary, Mu Jin asked Minghuan in an absurd tone.

His face was red and his arms were shaking, and it was clear that he was straining himself with all his might.

'It's worse than I thought, isn't it?'

From Mujin's point of view, it felt like there was no message in my muscles.

"This isn't going to work."

Feeling like he was bullying a child, Mu Jin just swung his arm around and Minghuan's arm went over as it was.

Kung!

“····”

“····”

Perhaps because Ming-hwan, who had stepped up as the representative, had lost so badly, there was a momentary silence in the theater.

Mu Jin shrugged his shoulders once at the shaman disciples, who were visibly embarrassed, and asked.

"If you can't do it, would you like another one?"

Mu Jin's question made the shaman disciples look at each other for a moment.

A new scapegoat voluntarily stepped forward.

Soon the two of them were clasping their hands together on the table.

'What? Aren't your hands like a piece of metal?"

While the new scapegoat who joined hands with Mujin was inwardly surprised.

"Oh... Come to think of it, it was an arm wrestling to show the effects of wrist training, right?"

Mujin said this slowly, and instead of passing his arm, he slowly began to tilt his wrist forward.

And as much as Mujin tilted his wrist forward, his opponent's wrist naturally bent backwards.

"Ugh..."

When his opponent groaned in pain on his wrist that had fallen backwards, Mu Jin, who felt that he was bothering his opponent for no reason, swung his arms around and slammed the back of his opponent's hand against the table.

Kung!

"Is there anyone else coming out?"

When Mu Jin asked after defeating two people in quick succession, there was no one from the shaman's side.

Yunhe Jinyin, who was observing the situation, opened his mouth.

"I think I've proven the effectiveness of my training..."

At first glance, it was Yunhe Jinyin who felt that the one who could deal with Mu Jin in that arm wrestling did not exist in the shaman.

In any case, it seemed that the proof of cultivation was sufficient, so there was no need to hurt the pride of the disciples in the main temple.

"I just lost an arm wrestling match, not a martial art... There is nothing to take to heart. Also, if you are taught by Mujin Dou, you will be able to train your wrists enough. Rather than dwelling on what you have now, try to keep going!"

"Yes! Sajo!"

"Yes! Mr. Taesajo!"

Perhaps because of Mu Jin's abilities or because of Yunhe Jinyin's encouragement, the shaman disciples began to learn the cultivation methods that Mu Jin had taught them with a more enthusiastic attitude.

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Shortly after an unexpected arm wrestling tournament and wrist training session. The shaman and Shaolin began to have a full-fledged martial arts exchange.

Of course, the martial arts exchange did not mean that each sect would inform each other of the feasts.

"First of all, since it's the first day, I'm going to tell you about our shaman's most symbolic martial art, Tai Chi."

Each sect started with one introductory martial arts level a day, and then taught each other martial arts step by step.

Even if it takes more time, it will only be exchanged to the level of a first-class martial artist. There would be no exchange of ascension martial arts or feast gods.

However, the martial arts of each school contain the colors of that sect.

Introductory martial arts and second-rate martial arts were enough to experience the tricks that the sect emphasized.

The martial arts taught by the shaman were mostly infused with the art of a skilled craftsman who counterattacked in a gentle way.

The martial arts that Shaolin taught the shaman were deeply imbued with the trick of the Middle East and the trick of the river, which is to overpower the opponent with a strong one-handedness.

Of course, the mysteries of the Jung Jung and the rivers and the masters of the competent steels were completely different from each other. Or rather, quite the opposite.

It was almost impossible to understand and unfold these two tricks at the same time.

Except for the insane talents like Mu Kyung.

"Hmmm· Do you think this will be enough to dispel your attacks?"

No matter how introductory martial arts he was, he had mastered Tai Chi in an instant, which was completely different from Shaolin's, and he muttered to himself.

That poor guy always seemed to have a sparring match with Hye-kwan in his head when he was learning martial arts.

In any case, for most Shaolin disciples, the shaman's martial arts would not help them at all, but this was not the case.

"Hmmm· In order to deal with the one who uses the Yu Sword, it might be better to turn around a little and unleash the martial arts in order to let it go."

"Wouldn't it be better to increase the power to the point where it cannot be let go?"

The opposite meant a kind of reciprocity. In other words, if he became familiar with the tricks of competent martial arts through this martial arts exchange, it would be of great help in the future when dealing with people who used similar types of martial arts.

This is one thing for the shaman.

The disciples of the Yang Sect actively tried to learn each other's martial arts and incorporate them into their own.

To be precise, after understanding the opponent's tricks... They were trying to incorporate a plan to reverse or break it into their own martial arts.

Watching the three great disciples and the two great disciples of the Yang Sect showing their fervent academic enthusiasm, Yunhe Jinyin had a strange expression.

'Huh· Her talent is amazing."

Thinking of such thoughts, the child who looked at Yunhe Jinyin was Mu Qing.

After only watching a few demonstrations, Tai Chi unfolded very naturally, and now he was freely mixing Tai Chi and Shaolin's recommended method.

There was no awkwardness in alternating between using completely different tricks, so that would be a true genius.

However, on the other hand, as much as Wu Qing's talent was exceptional, there was a fog in Yunhe Qin Yin's mind.

"Why did you take a child named Mujin as a child, with a child of such talent?"

Of course, Mujin also had a unique side.

Knowledge of the treatment of the lunged light and the training method to systematically grow the musculature.

On top of that, he was able to speak up in front of hundreds of shaman disciples and take control of the situation.

He was clearly a great help to Shaolin, but...

"I don't think he's a child with such natural character that he's able to make the most of it."

From the point of view of his talent for martial arts, I felt that martial arts were even better.

This was because the time it took to learn Tai Chi was also faster for Mu Sutra, and compared to Mu Sutra, which freely mixes Tai Chi and Shaolin Martial Arts, Mu Jin only moderately imitated Tai Chi and then quit.

In terms of physical perfection and physical perfection, Wu Jin had the upper hand, but Yunhe Jinyin judged that Wu Qing's potential might be higher.

'Hmmm· I need to see what he saw."

Yunhe Qin who had made up his mind approached the disciples of the Yang Sect, who were in the middle of martial arts exchanges.

"It's good to tell each other about the martial arts of each other, but it would also be nice to feel the emptiness of each other by mixing your bodies with each other. What do you think of the Five Invincible Dou?"

"Do you mean to have a secret dance?"

Yunhe Jinyin's sudden suggestion prompted Hye Girl.

"Yes... Since it is a friendly exchange, it would be good to have a secret affair between the young disciples."

After saying that, Yunhe Qin looked at Mu Jin with a fresh smile.

"What do you think?"

"It would be a great experience to be able to experience the martial arts of a shaman."

I wasn't very interested in the tricks of Yu Qi, but for Mu Jin, who had experienced Zhuge Jinhui's Black and White Zen Method, which was superior to Tai Chi, Bi Mu was more interesting.

When Mu Jin came out with a positive attitude, Yunhe Jinyin shook his head and looked away.

Why did Hyunkwang choose Mujin instead of Mukyung? There was a child there who could confirm the potential of that child.

"Qingshu come forward..."

Clean Water Coating ·

Along with the Namgung family's Namgoong Jincheon, he is considered to be the best genius in the world. In particular, he was a child who continued the progress of the Yunhe Jinyin, one of the three swords of the world.

Above all, he was a child of a talent of similar size to that of the martial arts.

"The magnitude of the talents may be similar, but in terms of the realm alone, they are not even worth comparing."

It had been seven years since Qingshu had been learning martial arts. At first glance, I heard that both the child and Mu Jin had only been around for about four years.

In addition, Qingshu was a child who absorbed the shaman's Taichengdan, which was comparable to the Shaolin Great Illusion.

Even though they had similar talents, it was almost impossible for a child named Mu Qing to keep up with Qing Xu.

"I don't know what Ding Zhong was thinking when he picked that child, but it would be impossible for a child named Mu Jin to defeat Qing Xu."

Yunhe Jinyin recalled the conversation he had with Xuanguang more than a month ago.

The words of Ding Zhong, who assured him that the Qingshu he had raised would not be a match for Mu Jin.

'Where· Let's find out who was right."

It could be said that it was the sparring of the Shaolin First Instrument and the Shaolin First Equipment, which were passed down through the generations.