Murong Bo's defensive energy was like paper, it was broken in an instant, the dragon-shaped energy rushed forward, all of them hit his chest, making a dull rumbling sound.
"puff!"
A big mouthful of blood spewed out of Murong Bo's mouth, he was thrown backwards from the beating, and fell several feet back.
"Father.."
Murong Fu rushed up, helped him up, pressed his hands on his back, the internal energy in his body was transferred to him without any money, intending to heal his injuries.
"No...don't waste your energy..."
"Fu'er... hurry up and leave a queen for my Murong family..."
After Murong Bo finished speaking intermittently, his head tilted and he lost his breath.
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, a Buddha's name came from far and near to everyone's ears.
Chapter 58 Is there still a king's law?Is there any reason?
The mountain behind the Shaolin Temple.
The terrain here is steep, with dense forests and steep roads, and the empty mountains are silent, except for the singing of birds in the forest.
In the mountains and forests, there is no sunlight, and there is a bit of chill.
Halfway up the mountain, there is a bamboo forest, and a three-story exquisite loft stands in the forest.
It is the famous Sutra Pavilion.
On the promenade of the attic, a skinny old monk in a green robe held a broom and bent over to sweep the ground.
This monk was quite old, his sparse long beards were all white, his movements were slow and weak, as if he was going to drive west any moment.
The monk swept the ground slowly, and when Qiao Feng made a move, the fleeting momentum immediately attracted his attention.
The old monk put all his energy into the front hall of Shaolin Temple below.
He saw Murong Bo in black robe rushing out from the scripture storage pavilion and rushing to the front hall.
Murong Bo had no choice but to go, because the only child of his Murong family was pinched by someone and might die at any time.
After a while, another man in black also came out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion and stood in front of the bamboo forest.
Looking at Qiandian, his eyes were piercing, and he seemed very excited and surprised.
He is Xiao Yuanshan, Qiao Feng's father.
He knew very well about Qiao Feng's son.
Although his skills are good, he is indeed not among the best in the world.
Now, watching Qiao Feng kill his old enemy with one palm, Xiao Yuanshan was very puzzled.
What happened?
Why is it only a mere month, and my son's martial arts will improve by leaps and bounds.
"Amitabha!"
Just when Xiao Yuanshan was surprised and puzzled, he could only hear the Buddha's chant.
It seemed to resound in the heart, filled with endless thoughts of Zen, making Xiao Yuanshan's whole mind in a trance.
Vaguely, he felt as if he had come to the legendary Holy Land of the Western Paradise, where a giant Buddha whose face could not be seen was speaking in his ear, making him let go of all worldly struggles.
Slowly, Xiao Yuanshan sank.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands were clasped together, and there was a faint Buddha light on his face.
"Let's go!"
However, at some point, the old monk sweeping the floor had already put down his broom, stood up, and led the way to the front hall.
The whole person's momentum changed instantly, his eyes became sharper, and his waist straightened.
"Yes, Master!"
Xiao Yuanshan followed the old monk like a marionette on a string.
After a while, the two of them came to the front hall of Shaolin Temple and appeared in front of the heroes of the Jianghu.
...
on the square.
As the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, Qiao Feng defeated Murong Bo with one palm and killed him on the spot.
"Wow!"
Everyone present was in an uproar.
With Qiao Feng's palm just now, even if the heroes of the world are separated by a long distance, they can still feel the domineering, fierce, and fiery artistic conception in it.
"Brother's strength has broken through!"
Duan Yu, who is half-baked, is not good at kung fu from time to time, but his eyesight is not bad.
Only through Qiao Feng's palm just now, he judged that Qiao Feng's strength has made great progress in the recent period.
"Uncle Qiao's palm just now seems to be the twenty-eight palms of the beggar gang's subduing dragon palm, but it is not true!"
Wang Yuyan, who knows everything about martial arts, also frowned, and analyzed: "A foreign palm technique, but it uses the inner family's true energy condensate, and its power has increased by more than ten times!"
To tell the truth, the beggar gang's palming method is not very good, it's just an outsider's palming method.
Looking around the world, there are countless palm techniques that are at the same level or even better than him.
That is Qiao Feng, who can turn decay into magic.
A basic Taizu Changquan can exert the power of peerless martial arts.
But just now, Qiao Feng has struck out a dragon-shaped palm, wounding or even killing the enemy several feet away.
This obviously violates the basic principles of martial arts.
I can't fix Wang Yuyan in one fell swoop.
But she didn't know that when the realm of a warrior reached an extremely advanced level, the subtlety of the moves was no longer important.
A strong third-tier guru master can easily hit with a unique move, and ordinary warriors can't stop it at all.
It takes a little time to create countless martial arts such as "Twenty-Eight Palms of Subduing the Dragon".
Not only them, but also all the heroes present were talking about it.
"Amitabha!"
At this time, a Buddha's name sounded, like spring wind turning into rain, dispelling the negative emotions in everyone's hearts.
It made everyone's faces calm down, and they clasped their hands together, as if the sky was falling, and they could remain indifferent.
"Haha! The master is finally willing to show up!"
Seeing this, Qiao Feng's face changed slightly, he channeled the true energy in his body, let out a long whistle, and eliminated the influence of his Buddha's name.
"What's wrong with me?"
At this time, A'Zhu just woke up like a dream, and exclaimed.
At the moment when the Buddha's name sounded just now, she only felt in a trance for a while, as if she had hallucinations.
Fortunately, Qiao Feng discovered it in time and broke the influence of that mental power.
"Don't worry, it's all right!"
Qiao Feng held her hand and comforted her.
His expression was a little dignified, and he looked in the direction of the back mountain.
He knew that there was an old monk in Shaolin Temple who was also a third-tier master, but he never expected that this person's spiritual cultivation was so advanced.
Even he, caught off guard, almost fell for it.
Chat group.
"Hey, this old monk is amazing, his spiritual cultivation is almost comparable to that of a fifth-order Yinshen realm monk!"
Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up, but he was a little surprised.
When he came to this world before, he glanced over with his spiritual sense and found that the real energy in the old monk's body was comparable to that of a third-tier master, so he told Qiao Feng about it.
But without doing anything, he didn't realize that the old monk had such a high level of spiritual cultivation.
Really evil.
"What? The fifth-order Yinshen realm?"
When Yue Buqun heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed.
Through this period of observation, he found that although this world is full of martial arts, it is not fundamentally different from his own world.
For example, Xiao Feng, a member of the group, was promoted from the second-tier innate realm to the third-tier master realm with the help of the chat group.
And the strength of the Tier [-] Grandmaster Realm can be regarded as the best in this world.
At this time, it is unexpected that Shaolin in this world actually has the existence of the fifth-order Yinshen realm.
It really scared him a lot.
If you think about it this way, does the Shaolin Temple in your own world also hide such an old monster?
Thinking of this, Yue Buqun's face darkened.
"A third-level physical body and a fifth-level spirit are rare!"
The other members of the group were also quite interested in the old monk, and all laughed.
"Buddhism has always paid little attention to the body, but to spiritual cultivation. This old monk has been immersed in Buddhism for nearly a hundred years. It is only natural that he can achieve such achievements!"
Li Luo on the side said aloud.
In the arena, after a while, two figures were seen walking down from the back hill.
An ancient and rare old monk in a green robe walked in front, but his demeanor did not look like an octogenarian.
Followed by a person, just like that Murong Bo, covered in black, with a black scarf covering his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk came to the field, clasped his hands together, and uttered the Buddha's name.
"Xiao Feng met the master!"
Qiao Feng returned the salute with clasped fists, and said with a slightly excited expression.
After breaking through the third level, he realized the feeling of seeing all the small mountains at a glance.
At this time, encountering an opponent of the same rank or even stronger, made his whole blood boil.
"Unexpectedly, after so many years, there is a new master in Jianghu, which is very good!"
The old monk's expression gradually became serious, and he said solemnly.
While speaking, his entire aura changed drastically, as if a divine sword that had been dusted for thousands of years suddenly came out of its sheath.
A pure sword intent soared into the sky, and the swords within several miles all clanked.
"it is good!"
Qiao Feng's eyes lit up even more, as bright as the stars in the sky, and he gave a loud drink.
With a flick of his hand, he moved A'Zhu to Duan Yu's side.
"Second brother, speaking of it, Sister Ah Zhu is still your half-sister, so you can take care of it for brother!"
The battle was imminent, if A'Zhu had been by his side all the time, he would inevitably be tied up.
"Brother, don't worry!"
Duan Yu readily agreed.
Even so, he looked at Duan Zhengchun with rather resentful eyes.
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