The back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

The terrain here is steep, dense forests and steep roads, and empty mountains and silent, only birds and birds sing in the forest.

The sunlight in the mountains and forests is not exposed, and there is a hint of chill.

Halfway through the mountain, there is a bamboo forest, and a three-story exquisite attic stands in the forest.

It is the famous Sutra Library.

On the corridor of the attic, a skinny old monk in a green robe held a broom and bent down to sweep the floor.

This monk is quite old, his sparse long beards are all white, he is slow to move, weak, as if he will pass by at any time.

The monk slowly swept the ground. When Qiao Feng took action, the flash of momentum instantly attracted his attention.

The old monk's entire spirit was placed in the front hall of Shaolin Temple below.

He saw Murong Bo, wearing a black robe, rushed out of the Sutra Pavilion and rushed to the front hall.

Murong Bo had to go because the only seedling in the Murong family was held in his hand and could die at any time.

After a while, another man in black also walked out of the Sutra Pavilion and stood in front of the bamboo forest.

Looking at the front hall, my eyes were bright, and I seemed very excited and surprised.

He is Qiao Feng's old man Xiao Yuanshan.

He knows very well about Qiao Feng's son.

Although he is good at it, he is indeed not among the top in the world.

At the moment, Xiao Yuanshan was puzzled as he watched Qiao Feng kill his old opponent with one palm.

What exactly happened?

Why does my son's martial arts improve by leaps and bounds in just one month?

"Amitabha!"

Just when Xiao Yuanshan was surprised and puzzled, he could only yell the Buddha's chant.

It seemed to resound in my heart, filled with endless Zen, which made Xiao Yuanshan's entire mind feel uneasy.

In a vague way, he felt as if he had come to the legendary Holy Land of the West, and a big Buddha who could not see clearly was preaching in his ears, allowing him to let go of all worldly fighting spirits.

Slowly, Xiao Yuanshan fell into decline.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his hands were closed, and there was a Buddha's light on his face.

"Let's go!"

But I saw that at some point, the old monk who was sweeping the floor had put down his broom, stood up, and took the lead in walking towards the front hall.

The whole person's aura changed drastically, his eyes became sharp and his waist was straightened.

“Yes, Master!”

Xiao Yuanshan followed the old monk like a puppet.

After a while, the two of them arrived at the front hall of Shaolin Temple and appeared in front of the heroes of the world.

...

In the square.

As the rabbit rose and 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 in the world were far away, they could feel the domineering, fierce and hot mood.

"Brother's strength has been broken through!"

Although Duan Yu, who is half-baked, is not effective at all skills, his eyesight is not bad.

Just through Qiao Feng's palm just now, he determined that Qiao Feng's strength has made great progress in recent times.

"Mr. Qiao's palm just now seemed to be the 28 Dragon Subduing Palm of the Beggars' Gang's Town Palm, but it's not true!"

Wang Yuyan, the martial arts master, also frowned and analyzed: "A master's palm technique has produced the internal true qi condensation, and its power has increased by dozens of times!"

To be honest, the Beggars' Gang's gang's palm technique is not very good, it is just an external master's palm technique.

Looking around the world, I don’t know how many palm techniques there are at the same level or even better than them.

That is, Qiao Feng, which can turn decay into magic.

A basic Taizu Long Fist can exert the power of peerless martial arts.

But just now, Qiao Feng used a dragon-shaped palm force, which hurt the enemy several feet away and even killed the enemy.

This obviously violates the basic principles of martial arts.

I can't mess with Wang Yuyan in one go.

But she didn't know that when the martial artist's realm reached an extremely profound level, the exquisiteness of the moves was no longer important.

A third-level master-level powerful man can use a single blow to be a trick, and ordinary warriors can't stop him at all.

Take some time to create countless martial arts such as "The Twenty-Eight Palms of the Dragon Subduing".

Not only them, but also the heroes present were talking about it.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddha's chant sounded, like the spring breeze and rain, resolving the negative emotions in everyone's hearts.

The expressions of everyone calmed down, and they folded their hands together, as if the sky had fallen, and they could remain indifferent.

"Haha! The master is finally willing to show up!"

Seeing this, Qiao Feng's face changed slightly, he used his true energy in his body and let out a long whistle to eliminate the impact of his Buddha's name.

"What's wrong with me?"

At this time, Azhu woke up as if he was in a dream and exclaimed.

Just as the Buddha's name sounded, she felt a trance in her spirit, as if she had an hallucination.

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 solemn, looking towards the back mountain.

He knew that there was an old monk in Shaolin Temple who was both a third-level master level, but he did not expect that this person's spiritual cultivation was so profound.

Even he was caught off guard and almost got hit.

Chat group.

"Hey, this old monk is amazing. His spiritual cultivation is almost comparable to that of a cultivator in the fifth-level Yin Shen realm!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up, and he was a little surprised.

When he came to this world before, his spiritual sense scanned his eyes and found that the true energy in the old monk's body was comparable to that of the third-level master, so he told Qiao Feng about this.

But without taking action, he did not realize that this old monk had such profound spiritual cultivation.

It's really weird.

"What? The realm of the fifth-level Yin God?"

When Yue Buqun heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank and he exclaimed.

Through this period of observation, he found that although the world is in full swing, there is no essential difference compared to his own world.

For example, Xiao Feng, a group of members, advanced from the second-level innate realm to the third-level master realm with the help of the chat group.

The strength of the third-level master level is already at its highest level in this world.

At this time, I never thought that Shaolin in this world actually had the existence of the fifth-level Yin God realm.

It really scared him.

Thinking of this, is there such an old monster hidden in the Shaolin Temple in my world?

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun's face turned gloomy.

"It is rare to see the third-level physical body and the fifth-level spirit!"

The other members were also quite interested in the old monk and said with a smile.

"Buddhist always doesn't value the body, but what he values ​​is spiritual cultivation. It is natural that this old monk has been immersed in Buddhism for nearly a hundred years and can achieve such achievements!"

Li Luo, who was beside him, said out loud.

After a while in the field, two figures walked down from the back mountain.

An old monk in his seventies was walking in front of him in a green robe, but his expression was not like his 80s.
To be continued...