Behind him was someone, just like Murong Bo, covered in black clothes and a black scarf on his face, making people unable to see his face clearly.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk came to the venue, folded his hands together, and shouted the Buddha's name.

"Xiao Feng has met the master!"

Qiao Feng clasped his fists and bowed, and said with a slight excitement in his expression.

Only after breaking through the third level did he realize the feeling of looking down on all the mountains.

At this time, encountering an opponent of the same level or even more powerful force made his blood boil.

"I didn't expect that after many years, a new master was released in the world. It's great!"

The old monk's expression gradually became serious and he said solemnly.

As he spoke, his aura changed drastically, like a divine sword that had been covered with thousands of years, suddenly unsheathed.

A pure sword intent soared into the sky, and the sword weapons within a radius of several miles were rumbling.

"good!"

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up even more, as bright as the stars in the sky, and he shouted loudly.

He reached out and flicked Azhu and moved him to Duan Yu's side.

"Second brother, speaking of it, Azhu is still your half-sister, please help me take care of you!"

The war is imminent, and if Ah Zhu keeps following him, he will inevitably be restrained.

"Brother, don't worry!"

Duan Yu naturally agreed.

Despite this, his eyes looked at Duan Zhengchun with a very resentful look.

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

I met a girl, but my own sister.

Is there any other kingly law?

Is there any reason for nature?

"Master, don't say anything, fight first, what do you think?"

After arranging Ah Zhu, Qiao Feng felt completely relieved. His expression was eager to try, and his aura gradually increased to the extreme.

It is like a small sun coming to the world, with heat flowing within a few feet of a radius around it and the temperature rises sharply.

"I dare not ask for what I wish!"

The old monk may have not taken action for many years and rarely met a person of the same level.

He was actually moved and became interested.

"I'm in Xia Xiaofeng, please give me advice!"

Qiao Feng's face turned aloof and bowed.

"I have forgotten my name, so I'll call it the nameless monk. I dare not be a counselor, please!"

The old monk returned the favor and lifted it up with both hands.

The two of them faced each other and raised their momentum.

The atmosphere in the field instantly solidified, and everyone present did not dare to speak out for fear of disturbing their duel.

Even under the force of its momentum, people who are close to each other only feel difficult to breathe and are almost unable to breathe.

I had to withdraw several feet away to relieve it.

As for the monks in Shaolin Temple, they were even more surprised and retreated more than ten feet away.

Some people with slightly weak skills have even fallen into a coma.

In a field that outsiders cannot see, Qiao Feng and the Sweeping Monk are constantly fighting.

On one hand, it is the powerful and domineering boxing intention, and on the other hand, it is the Buddha's Zen intention in the world.

The conflict between the two artistic conceptions is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will end up with mental disorder and nerve collapse. In severe cases, you may even become idiots.

Everyone present only saw that both of them stared at each other, without moving, without saying anything, and didn't know what they were doing.

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

Qiao Feng felt that he had come to the holy realm of the West, and there were Buddhas and children everywhere, and they were all reciting Buddhist scriptures.

He heard the sound of Buddhist scriptures, as if he had let go of all worldly struggles, focus on the Buddha, and be reborn in the Pure Land.

Although Qiao Feng's boxing intention was domineering, he retreated step by step under this Zen spirit and could not resist it at all.

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"Brother Xiao is afraid it will be a bit dangerous if he loses to the old monk!"

Everyone saw the confrontation between the two, and Zhang Sanfeng said.

Except for Yue Buqun, who is present is not an existence above the tenth-level immortal realm.

In comparison, Qiao Feng and the Sweeping Monk are far different.

Although we can't see the details of the two spiritual confrontation, we can feel that the old monk's mental power is extremely strong, while Qiao Feng is a little declining and is simply unable to defeat the old monk.

"There are a bit different levels between them, and it is normal for Qiao Feng to lose!"

Li Luo stood with his hands behind his back, but he was not worried at all.

If it is so easy to defeat, then Qiao Feng will not be Qiao Feng.

"Hao!"

Seeing that he was defeated, Qiao Feng bit the tip of his tongue, and a sense of pain made him instantly escape from the mental illusion, and a strong sense of alertness arose in his heart.

After taking a step back, Qiao Feng let out a long sigh and said, "Master is indeed powerful, Xiao is defeated!"

"Master Xiao is polite!"

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

If Qiao Feng took another step, he could transform him into a Buddhist guardian arhat.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, Qiao Feng woke up.

Is this God's will?

"However, Xiao believes that his skills in punching and kicking are not inferior to others. Master, please take a move!"

Qiao Feng closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while, and in an instant, his spirit shone brightly and said loudly.

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

But in terms of fists and feet, Qiao Feng thought he had never been afraid of anyone!

"Well, I haven't acted for decades, and I don't know if it's done. Donor Xiao please take a move!"

The sweeping monk smiled and replied happily.

"Kanglong regrets!"

When Qiao Feng heard this, he nodded slightly, stroked his left hand and waved his right hand forward, which was exactly the Kanglong in the Dragon Subduing Palm.

A golden dragon-shaped energy as thick as a bucket came out of his palm and shot towards the sweeping monk, making a "boom boom" sound.

"Amitabha, donor Xiao has such a heavy palm power!"

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, and a yellow light curtain rose, and he turned it down like a golden bell, covering his own.

This is the mystery that only emerges at the highest level of the "Golden Bell Cover", the Golden Bell body protection.

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

For thousands of years, no monks in Shaolin Temple have been able to reach this level except Master Bodhidharma.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the golden dragon-shaped palm force collided with the earth-yellow golden bell, making a dull loud noise.

It was as turbulent as the earth was shaking, and the palm print and the golden bell disappeared at the same time.

The explosion that erupted during the collision of energy caused the square covered with stone slabs to be dug in pits and soil and rocks.

The sweeping monk's sleeves swung, eliminating the aftermath of the energy rushing towards the surroundings to prevent everyone around him from being implicated.

The aftermath of energy was like ripples in the water, spreading out in circles. The people watching the battle around had to retreat again and again, and they did not stop until they left inside or outside.

The surprise in their hearts is conceivable.

Unexpectedly, today was really an eye-opener.

A human martial arts can actually achieve such power.

This is not a martial arts, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is magical powers!
To be continued...