The Shaolin Divine Monk used his eight powers to play the Arhat Fist, but he only forced Tang Feng back eight steps, and the people around him were all moved when they saw this.

"This Tang Dragon Thorn is really too strong, compared to Huashan Lunjian half a month ago, I feel that his strength seems to have improved by leaps and bounds. ”

"Indeed, I also feel this way, judging from the current situation, the ancestral dragon thorn of this dragon group is afraid that it will be able to take over the last move of the Shaolin monk, right?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem, but it's hard to say, after all, this Shaolin monk is now a martial king, and his strength is unfathomable!"

The people around whispered, but many people sneered: "Shaolin is a martial arts Beidou, this monk is now a Shaolin patriarch-level figure, if you can't take down this Tang Dragon Thorn today, then Shaolin's face will be completely lost!"

Listening to these sneers around him, not only the faces of Shaolin Xuanfa and other disciples were gloomy, but even the monk felt a little hot on his face.

At that moment, the Shaolin monk snorted heavily, and his voice rushed out with a violent momentum, shaking the people around him back several steps on the spot, so frightened that these people no longer dared to mumble to themselves.

"Dragon Thorn Boy, I have to say that with your current strength, you can indeed be called a first-class master, and the old man really underestimated you before!"

The Shaolin monk gritted his teeth and drank lowly, and then hummed: "Next, the old man will not keep his hand anymore, I hope you will do it yourself!"

When the words fell, this fat-headed monk, who was already 100 years old but looked greasy and greasy like a pig killer, suddenly his hands were sealed, and a white light suddenly appeared above his head.

Suddenly, a silver-white Xuandan flashed out, suspended above his head, this Xuandan, although the whole body looked white, but there was a trace of golden luster in the white light.

Moreover, the Xuandan of this old monk is far greater than that of the old ancestor dragon Hong Qitian and others, which can also be seen that the Xuanyuan of this old monk far exceeds that of the old ancestor dragon and others.

However, his Xuandan is still mostly white, even if it has a golden luster, it is also a very small part, in other words, he has no hope of stepping into the Jindan Avenue again in this life.

Seeing this old guy sacrifice the Xuandan, Hong Qitian was shocked, and couldn't help but stand up and shout coldly: "Divine monk, the two sides are just competing with each other, your old man doesn't need to sacrifice the Xuandan, right?"

The shadow dragon followed and snorted coldly: "Yes, the old monk of Xuanfa also said just now, this divine monk is even older than the old ancestral dragon, and now I want the ancestral dragon to stab you three times, we have already made concessions, and now you sacrifice the Xuandan, it will inevitably be a bit of a big bully!"

The Shaolin monk listened, but snorted coldly: "Since it is a martial arts competition, naturally you have to use all your strength, if you play tricks and play a little hairy child, what is the difference?"

"Besides, although this kid is young, his strength has far surpassed that of the ancestral dragon, as the so-called master is respected, how can the old man bully the small?"

The shadow dragon originally wanted to say more, but Tang Feng suddenly waved his hand and interrupted him, then slowly raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said lightly: "Since the divine monk thinks so highly of me, even if he sacrifices the Xuandan, so what, if you want to knock me down, it's not so easy!"

"Good boy, your tone is so arrogant, then the old man will see how you resist, Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty!" The Shaolin monk roared, and the Xuandan suspended above his head suddenly surged.

The majestic Xuanyuan poured out and merged into his palm, and at this moment, the sky had changed color, and the surrounding leaves and sand and stones were rushed into the sky by the momentum leaking from his body.

Xuanyuan gathered more and more, so that his whole body was enveloped by a silver-white Xuanyuan, and the people around him could no longer see his face clearly.

Suddenly, he roared wildly, and the whole person rushed out like thunder, and with a pressure of palm, the majestic palm print immediately pressed down towards Tang Feng.

At this moment, Tang Feng's figure was still standing still, but his hands were connected to the seal, and in an instant, golden flames appeared all over his body.

The flames were surging, and under Tang Feng's drive, a divine fire shield was condensed in front of him in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the shield was formed, the big palm print of the Buddha Gate was pressed, and with a bang, the three thousand divine fire shields broke on the spot, but although the big palm prints of the Buddha Gate broke the divine fire shield, most of the power has been reduced.

Yu Wei rushed over, Tang Feng still stood still like a javelin, but this time he didn't even take half a step back, let alone fall down.

The wild sand gradually subsided, and the black clouds gradually dispersed, at this time everyone could see the situation inside, and when everyone saw that Tang Feng was still standing there upright, they exclaimed on the spot.

"Tang Long Thorn won, I didn't expect that the Shaolin Divine Monk sacrificed the Xuandan and issued the strongest move, the Ten Thousand Buddha Dynasty, but he still couldn't knock Tang Long Thorn down. ”

"Not only did he not knock him down, but he didn't even take half a step back, the Shaolin Divine Monk hit the strongest blow, and he didn't even hurt anyone's fur, Tang Long's thorn was too strong!"

"This time, Shaolin lost, lost to the ground!" the people around sighed again and again.

As for Shaolin Wudang Huashan and others, they all opened their mouths and froze in disbelief, looking at their appearance, they obviously never thought that this Shaolin patriarch would be defeated.

"The Patriarch Divine Monk is originally in the Ninefold Martial King Realm, and even if the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect is a powerhouse in the same realm, he will die under his palm, but now it is ......"

Master Xuanfa muttered, as for the next words, he could no longer speak.

The Shaolin monk was also stunned, although the silver-white Xuandan on the top of his head was still dripping and spinning, but the whole person looked like he had lost his soul.

"Impossible, you kid can actually stop my Ten Thousand Buddha Dynasty Sect, this is impossible!" After a while, the Shaolin monk roared angrily: "Lao Gu is the number one master in China, how can he be defeated?"

Before the words fell, he suddenly clenched his fist, and then the index finger and middle finger of his right hand moved directly forward, and in an instant, a terrifying finger force, like a meteor cutting through the sky, shot towards Tang Feng at great speed.

"Ancestral Dragon Thorn Be Careful...... "No one present could have imagined that this Shaolin monk with a very high rank would be so despicable and commit such a sneak attack.

Tang Feng was also taken aback, obviously he didn't expect it, but his reaction was not slow at all, and as soon as the other party's finger was pointed, he also moved.

With a slight lift of his right hand, a golden spear immediately condensed, and then with a wave of his right arm, the golden spear immediately swished out.

Almost instantly, the white finger force slammed into the golden spear, and with a whoosh, this white finger force was directly dispersed, and the golden spear continued to gain momentum, and rushed forward directly.

Bang......

However, in the blink of an eye, the golden spear rushed towards the chest of the Shaolin monk, tearing his shield on the spot, and the whole person was directly rushed back fifteen steps, and finally stumbled to the ground.

(End of chapter)