The ancestors of the prehistoric people, join the chat group at the beginning

When you meet a girl, you say it is your own sister.

Met a girl, or his own sister.

Is there any king law?

Is there any reason?

"Master, don't say anything, let's have a fight first, what do you think?"

After A'Zhu was settled, Qiao Feng was completely relieved, his expression was eager to try, and his whole body's aura was gradually raised to the extreme.

It descended into the world like a small sun, and the surrounding area was steaming and the temperature rose sharply.

"Stay true to your wishes, but dare not ask you!"

The old monk may have been inactive for many years, and it is rare to meet someone of the same rank.

He was actually persuaded and became interested.

"I'm Xiao Feng, please enlighten me, Master!"

Qiao Feng's face turned pale, and he cupped his hands.

"The old monk has long forgotten his name, so let's call him Unknown Monk. If you don't dare to give advice, please!"

The old monk returned the salute and raised his hands.

The two faced each other tit for tat, each raised their momentum.

The atmosphere in the arena froze in an instant, and everyone present did not dare to breathe a sigh of relief, for fear of disturbing their duel.

Even forced by its aura, people who are close only feel that it is difficult to breathe, and they are almost out of breath.

Had to withdraw several feet away to be relieved.

As for the monks in Shaolin Temple, they were even more surprised, they all retreated tens of zhang away.

Some of the weaker ones have even passed out.

In a field invisible to outsiders, the spiritual power of Qiao Feng and the sweeping monk was constantly clashing.

On the one hand, there is a tyrannical fist, and on the other hand, the Buddha's Zen.

The confrontation between the two artistic conceptions is extremely dangerous, if you are not careful, you will end up with a mental disorder, a nervous breakdown, or even become an idiot.

Everyone present could only see that the two of them were staring at each other, they were motionless, they didn't speak, they didn't know what they were doing.

As time passed, both of them began to sweat, even profusely, on their foreheads.

Qiao Feng only felt vaguely that he had come to the Holy Land of the Western Paradise, and there were Buddhas and disciples everywhere, and they were all reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Hearing bursts of Buddhist scriptures sounded, it seemed to make him let go of all worldly struggles, and devote himself to the Buddha, to be reborn in bliss.

Although Qiao Feng's punching intent was domineering, he retreated steadily under this Zen intent, and he couldn't resist it at all.

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"Brother Xiao lost to that old monk, I'm afraid it's a little dangerous!"

The confrontation between the two was watched by everyone, Zhang Sanfeng said aloud.

Except for Yue Buqun, who is not an existence above the fairyland of the tenth-order person.

In comparison, the realms of Qiao Feng and the sweeping monk are far behind.

Although I couldn't see the details of the mental confrontation between the two, I could feel that the old monk's mental power was extremely strong, while Qiao Feng was a little bit weak, and he was no match for the old monk.

"The level difference between them is a bit big, it's normal for Qiao Feng to lose!"

Li Luo stood with his hands behind his back, but he wasn't worried at all.

If it was so easy to defeat, then Qiao Feng would not be Qiao Feng.

"Bah!"

Seeing that he was invincible, Qiao Feng bit the tip of his tongue. The pain caused him to escape from the mental illusion in an instant, and a strong sense of warning rose in his heart.

Taking a step back, Qiao Feng let out a long breath, and said, "Master is indeed formidable, and Xiao is invincible!"

"Benefactor Xiao is being polite!"

The sweeping monk was secretly angry in his heart, but his face was calm.

If Qiao Feng was one step slower, he could be transformed into a Buddhist Dharma Protector Arhat.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, Qiao Feng woke up with a start.

Is this God's will?

"However, Xiao believes that his boxing skills are not weaker than others, master, please make a move!"

Qiao Feng closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while, and in an instant his spirits brightened, and he said loudly.

If you are not as good as you in the spiritual realm, then there is nothing to say.

But when it comes to fists and kicks, Qiao Feng thinks he has never been afraid of anyone!

"Forget it, I haven't done it for decades, and I don't know if there is a handyman, Xiao benefactor, please make a move!"

The sweeping monk smiled and readily agreed.

"Kang Long has regrets!"

Hearing this, Qiao Feng nodded slightly, swiped his left hand, and swung his right hand forward, it was Kanglong Yougui in Jianglong's palm.

A golden dragon shaped as thick as a bucket came out vigorously and shot towards the floor sweeping monk, making a sonic boom.

"Amitabha, Donor Xiao has such a strong palm!"

The sweeping monk clasped his palms together, and a khaki-colored light curtain rose, and it was folded upside down like a golden bell, covering himself inside.

This is the esoteric meaning that can only be produced at the highest level of "Golden Bell Cover", the Golden Bell Protector.

This old monk has practiced the Shaolin unique skills "Golden Bell Cover", "Yi Jin Jing" and "Washing Marrow Sutra" to an extremely advanced level.

For thousands of years, except for Patriarch Bodhidharma, none of the monks in Shaolin Temple has been able to reach this state.

"boom!"

In an instant, the golden dragon-shaped palm collided with the khaki golden bell, making a dull and loud noise.

As if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, the palm prints and the golden bell disappeared at the same time.

The explosion that erupted when the energy collided blasted the plaza covered with stone slabs into pits, and the earth and rocks flew up.

When the sweeping monk's sleeve robe was waved, it eliminated the aftermath of the energy rushing to the surroundings, preventing everyone around from being implicated.

The aftermath of the energy was like ripples in the water, spreading out in circles, and the people watching the battle had to retreat and retreat until they retreated in and out.

The surprise in their hearts can be imagined.

Unexpectedly, today is really an eye-opener.

Human martial arts can actually achieve such power.

This is not martial arts, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is magical powers!

"What a gold bell jar, come again!"

Qiao Feng took two steps back, but his spirit was shaken, he stamped his right foot on the ground, and rushed forward again.

He kept his hands, and swung out several palms in an instant, and the palm prints rushed towards the sweeping monk one after another.

The sweeping monk didn't panic at all, he counterattacked lightly, with punches, palms, or fingers, eliminating Qiao Feng's attacks one by one.

More than [-] people present all watched with great interest and felt that they had gained a lot.

But in the chat group, the group members were so sleepy watching it.

Only Yue Buqun was an exception. His eyes were shining brightly, and he was mesmerized by watching, benefiting a lot.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had gone through hundreds of moves, seeing the expressions of the two of them, the sweeping monk looked calm and calm, Qiao Feng was full of excitement.

It can be said that it is difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior.

Qiao Feng stopped his palms, looked at the sweeping monk, and said, "Master has practiced Shaolin's unique skills to perfection, it's really amazing!"

After the fight between the two just now, he has already seen clearly that the old monk's moves are all Shaolin 77 unique skills.

But when the old monk came, there was no trace of smoke and fire at all, and the transitions between different stunts flowed smoothly and naturally.

But this old monk is just a sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion, which is really amazing.

"Benefactor Xiao has already reached the realm of a master at a young age, and his future is boundless!"

The floor-sweeping monk put his palms together and said calmly.

"I have another move, Master, be careful!"

Qiao Feng looked solemn, and shouted loudly.

This is a one-shot decision.

After Qiao Feng finished speaking, he closed his eyes slightly, the weak spiritual power in his mind was mobilized, and all the true energy in his body was lifted.

"Dragon Comes to the World!"

He shouted loudly, and a golden dragon with beard and hair gradually emerged from Qiao Feng's body.

It is as thick as a bucket, tens of feet long, with teeth and claws, lifelike.

Its head is like a camel, its horns are like a deer, its eyes are like a rabbit, its ears are like a cow, its neck is like a snake, its belly is like a mirage, its scales are like a carp, its claws are like an eagle, and its palms are like a tiger.

This is Qiao Feng's ultimate palm derived from the "Twenty-Eight Palms of Subduing the Dragon" after obtaining the "Martial Arts", and it is called Shenlong Jiangshi.

The Shenlong emerged from Qiao Feng's body and hovered above his head.

I saw its dragon body trembling, its neck bent and its head raised, and it jumped in the air, which made everyone present dumbfounded and completely dumbfounded.

"go with!"

Qiao Feng yelled, and the Shenlong moved in response, swung its tail, and threw it straight at the sweeping monk.

"boom!"

A loud bang broke out, and the world lost its voice.

The power of the dragon is so heavy, under one tail, how can the golden bell cover that the sweeping monk hastily raised can block it?

"puff!"

The floor sweeping monk was sent flying, fell back several tens of feet, and rolled a long way on the ground, spitting out blood.

The monk's hat on his head flew to nowhere, and a big bald head was shining brightly.

"Amitabha! Donor Xiao's palm is beyond my reach!"

The sweeping monk struggled to sit up, with a smile on his face, and passed away.

"Ugh!"

Sensing the breath of life in the old monk's body gradually disappearing, Qiao Feng sighed.

This fight was a happy one, but it was not a happy one.

The old monk is old and frail, so how could he go through such a big move.

In addition, Qiao Feng's last move has already surpassed the scope of the master realm, and he has touched the threshold of the fourth-order Xuantong, how can the old monk resist it.

……

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"Brother Qiao's boxing is domineering and majestic, with unparalleled boxing intentions!"

Seeing the sweeping monk being brutally beaten to death by Qiao Feng, Yue Buqun's eyes showed seriousness.

"Be stronger when you meet the strong, and the more you fight, the braver you are! You are talking about Brother Qiao!"

Ying Zheng nodded, and said calmly.

"Kill this old monk, Brother Qiao is basically invincible and invincible in the world!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said calmly.

"After all, this is just a world of Chinese martial arts. Where can there be so many masters?"

Li Luo stood with his hands behind his back, talking eloquently: "If Wu Yazi hadn't been knocked off the cliff by Ding Chunqiu, maybe he could become a master! Now, after 30 years of delay, there is no chance!"