Monk Kongjue stood there motionless. In the eyes of Yang Qihou and Luo Qitao, he felt a thick and solid aura crossing the mountain like a mountain, and he could no longer move forward.

Yang Qi clenched his hands in Hou Xiu and suddenly let go. He stared at Monk Kongjue and said, "Master, why bother? It's better to have less money than a monk."

Monk Kongjue said slowly: "This is related to the safety of an old friend. I, a monk, have to take care of it if I don't care."

"Senior brother is talking nonsense with this old bald donkey. Today I take the opportunity to apart from him, so as to avoid causing trouble for us again." Luo Qitao's left hand flicked, and the black fog of Dahao Mingzhong had condensed three weapons.

Yang Qihou really didn't want to fight with this monk Kongjue. As the saying goes, it is unpretentious. Some people's actions are gorgeous and dazzling when they take action, and they look good at skill, but when they reach a higher level, their aura gradually restrains themselves, and their moves become extremely simple. A plain move is more terrifying than a gorgeous and dazzling move.

Yang Qihou whispered: "Junior brother, please rush for your brother aside, I'll fight with him." He knew that this junior brother wanted to save face, so he broke his arm and was seriously injured again. He said directly that he would not let him intervene. He would definitely not agree, so he said in a circle.

Luo Qitao also understood that with his current physical condition, he would definitely not be able to help him when he went up, but instead would drag his senior brother down. However, he was really unwilling to accept it and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, senior brother, be careful."

Yang Qihou made his left hand as his palm and his right hand as his fist. He made a starting move across his chest and said loudly: "I have heard of the master's reputation for a long time, so I will come to learn about the master's master's skills today." He held his right fist high in the air, and the black air swayed between his fingers, and he shot Monk Kongjue from afar.

When the punch was lifted, Yang Qihou was still seven or eight feet away from Monk Kongjue. When he hit the punch, a figure flashed and suddenly appeared three feet before Monk Kongjue. His right fist hit Monk Kongjue's heart like lightning.

What a fast punch!

Monk Kongjue's expression remained unchanged and said lightly: "I heard that Mr. Yang's fist and foot skills are profound and sophisticated. Today I am lucky to have a lesson." Monk Kongjue pushed his left palm out, and he did not hit Yang Qihou's right fist, nor did he protect his vitals, so he pushed forward in a simple manner.

When the sheep got up and breathed, she felt an invisible high wall slowly pushing towards him. Her right fist fell into the air. Once the high wall was blocked, she could no longer hit her.

After all, he had rich experience in responding to the challenge. He quickly turned his fist into his fingers. A dark light flashed through his fingertips, breaking through the invisible wall of air and stabbing the eyebrows of Monk Kongjue.

Monk Kongjue slowly held up his left palm, and then stretched out his index finger and pointed at Yang Qihou's right index finger.

The two index fingers just touch each other quietly.

"Shou! Shou!" Yang Qihou took two steps in a row, and Monk Kongjue just shook slightly.

The two of them tried each other this time and did not do their best. However, Yang Qihou became even more afraid of Monk Kongjue. Every move he made was fast and quick, and he was making moves quickly. He was changing moves quickly. It can be said that in terms of boxing and foot skills, there were few opponents in the world. Even if they were the master of the Buddha's altar in this regard, they were not as good as him in this regard. Only when they met Monk Kongjue, they seemed to be slow in their actions, but in fact they had seen through his moves and came up with a way to deal with them.

Yang Qihou thought to himself: This old monk responds to changes with the unchanging and only seeks the word "stability", so I just start here to see if he is right or if I am getting faster.

I immediately laughed loudly, "Master's reaction is so fast, I am deeply impressed. I wonder if the master has seen this set of big seven-handed hands?" After saying that, he didn't wait for Monk Kongjue to reply, his right arm turned and twisted, suddenly turning into claws, sometimes fists, sometimes palms, and sometimes fingers... It changed seven times in an instant. During the change, wisps of black mist kept popping out from his fingertips and arms, becoming more solid and rich, like a pitch-black poisonous snake wearing a coat, and even the changing posture of his palm could not be seen clearly. Yang Qihou shouted loudly and attacked Monk Kongjue's chest.

Monk Kongjue said, "I heard that Mr. Yang became famous in the world for his big seven-handed hands and Qiyan's legs. He finally saw him." Monk Kongjue's middle finger and big thumb were linked with his right hand. When Yang was about to hit him, his middle finger bounced out heavily.

It turned out that the two hands were intertwined with each other. Monk Kongjue's thumb and index finger tightly clamped Yang Qihou's index finger and middle finger. Yang Qihou's thumb and ring finger pinched Monk Kongjue's palm. No matter who exerted force first this time, the other party would definitely be disabled. But if one party tried hard first, the other party would definitely attack him if he could not make any effort.

Yang Qihou said in a deep voice: "Master, now we are almost tied, do you want to let go?"

Monk Kongjue said lightly: "I am the same as the donor. Whenever you let go of the child, I will let go."

"You..." Yang Qihou was about to speak when he saw his two hands stalemates, and suddenly thought of something. He put his left hand behind him quietly, made a gesture to Luo Qitao, and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, we won't let go. Anyway, I will not give up on that kid."

Luo Qitao understood the gesture from this sect at a glance. He slowly took a few steps and retreated to the wall of the mansion. Looking at the monk Kongjue who was still in a stalemate, he laughed and said, "The old monk let's play here first, I'll go." It turned out that he was going to move Zhu Qingsheng to another place while Monk Kongjue and his senior brother were competing.

As soon as Luo Qitao got up and entered the air, a golden palm print suddenly flew into the air. His handprints were clearly marked, dragging out a long golden tail of light and shadow, and the target hit his chest.

Luo Qitao was seriously injured at this moment, so he had no courage to take the palm of his hand. He had to use the Dahao Ming Bell to block it. With a "bang", Luo Qitao turned over a few times and happened to land on the wall of the mansion.

A dull bell sound spread out, and the remaining sound waves made his chest numb. Luo Qitao endured the pain and was about to climb over the wall into the house, but unexpectedly, seven or eight golden air arrows flew over quickly and shot in different directions, just blocking all the routes he was moving forward. Luo Qitao understood that if he insisted on moving forward, he could block the first, second, and third, but he would definitely not be able to block the fourth, fifth, and the gains and losses of this moment were immediately cleared.

I gritted my teeth and had to turn over and retreat.

Looking back, I don’t know when the senior brother Yang Qihou and Monk Kongjue had separated. They were fighting hard to separate. The black light of the senior brother’s hands flowed, and the golden light of the monk Kongjue bloomed. Every time the two of them collided, they could shine a beam of golden light and a black light.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!