"The so-called grandmaster is not the strength of the power, but the continuous deepening of his own understanding!"

Fang Ming sighed in his heart: "I don't know how powerful the Great Grandmaster's Yang God Realm should be?" ”

The grandmaster cultivates the Yin God, and the Great Grandmaster wants to produce the Yang God!

As soon as the yang god comes out, he can sympathize with heaven and earth, and even slightly attract the mighty power of heaven and earth and the universe!

The grandmaster is just able to cast a spiritual illusion, slightly affect the matter with the spirit, and the will affects the reality, but the great grandmaster is every move, all of which are added by the great power of heaven and earth, after reaching this realm, the martial arts are already completely transcendent, and the worldly power can no longer be suppressed, if you become an immortal, the transcendent will become holy!

"Historically, from the innate to the grandmaster, from the great grandmaster to the celestial, it is the rebirth of the carp leaping over the dragon gate, which is enough to stop the ninety percent of the talented martial artists, but from the grandmaster to the great grandmaster, although it is not natural, the difficulty is much smaller than the previous two......"

Fang Ming stood with his hands in his hands, and naturally there was a great power gathered in his body, which was a diametrically opposite contrast to the achievements of the sweeping monk. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You...... You're a boy in Duan, how is that possible? ”

Tianshan Tong's grandmother said in a lost voice: "Have you also practiced grandma's exercises?" Otherwise, how can it be rejuvenated? ”

"The martial arts of the world, but they have the same end!"

Fang Ming stretched out his hand slightly, and a gust of wind suddenly blew on the flat ground: "Master is polite!" ”

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk said: "For more than 20 years, the donor has tried me twice with the method of heavenly demons, and I don't want to finally show up to meet today!" ”

"I was afraid that my body would be injured before, and I was rude, but today I want the master to give me advice!"

Fang Ming bowed slightly and said solemnly.

The sweeping monk bowed his head and chanted the Buddha, showing compassion on his face.

Fang Ming had not been promoted to Grandmaster before, so he was naturally afraid that his body would be damaged by the sweeping monk, and Tianlong would return in vain.

But now it's different!

His deity is not here, even if Duan Zhengchun's body is broken, it is nothing.

The main purpose of this is to promote the grandmaster, and after completing the big goal, everything is just a passing moment for the other party, what martial arts alliance leader, emperor of the world, but it is like a dream.

If it weren't for the transformation of the Tianlong World into a standing one, even if Dali's offensive was stopped now, he wouldn't frown.

It's just that after being promoted at this time, Fang Ming needs an opponent to measure himself at this time, and the sweeping monk is undoubtedly the most suitable!

"Duan thief!"

At this time, a bearded man rushed to the field, it was Xiao Yuanshan!

He just heard Fang Ming's last words, although the enemy's appearance had changed greatly at this time, his resentment was still unforgettable, and he had to rush forward.

"Jumping clown, to make a tool, you must have the consciousness of a tool!"

Fang Ming glanced at Xiao Yuanshan lightly.

But at this glance, Xiao Yuanshan felt that two whirlpools seemed to appear in Fang Ming's pupils, sucking his mind into it, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Ding Chunqiu and the others took a step back.

With just one look, he put down the martial arts experts at the same level as them? This has been out of the category of martial arts, almost immortal magic, okay?

Especially Gu Mozhi, who still remembers this scene vividly, still has lingering palpitations, and after seeing Xiao Yuanshan fall, he shivered all over, and secretly thought: "Just now, this person was running like the wind, and his martial arts were really not weak, but he fell down at a glance, it seems that the demon law of the lord of Dali has been practiced to a great extent, in case ...... What if he uses this trick against me again? ”

"The apprentice has no intention of offending, and I ask the donor to forgive me!"

The sweeping monk lowered his eyebrows and said pleasing to the eye.

"It's okay, he has fallen into my spiritual method, but he just has to sleep for three days and three nights!"

Fang Ming flicked his sleeves.

After being promoted to Grandmaster, he started the cultivation of Shenyuan, and with the help of Shenyuan, his spiritual mystic skills were finally completed!

Great dry martial arts, innate refining qi, grandmaster into a god!

The ancestral aperture of the eyebrows is always open, and the essence and qi elements are transformed into divine elements! This is the root of spiritual power!

Only the secret method promoted by the divine element is the real spiritual mysticism! Before that, illusion, hypnosis, but the rivers and lakes are small roads, and the next ninth-rate things.

Only at this point can the warrior explore himself and the outside with his spirit, and try to transcend life and death!

"Today's master has been proven! Ask for advice in the next sincerity, and ask the master to give advice! ”

Fang Ming invited to fight for the second time, and the whole person seemed to turn into a long sword, the sharp sword qi lingered around his body, straight and straight, and he was soft, Tong Ma and the others just felt their eyes tingle when they saw it, as if they were struck by a sword, they couldn't help but retreat again, and their hearts were shocked.

"The disciple is stupid and has no power to ignite the outer demons, so he can only use the means of subduing demons!"

The sweeping monk folded his hands, his eyes were pitiful, and his body seemed to be shining with golden light.

"Haha...... Good! King Kong is not bad, and the divine skill is practiced to your part, even if Bodhidharma is resurrected, it is nothing more than that! ”

To put it bluntly, the sweeping monk at this time has at least reached the achievement of Bodhidharma, and even, even if Sakyamuni comes, it is still unknown to talk about martial arts.

But at this time, the other party also has a weakness, that is, even if he is also an advanced grandmaster and has a divine element, he does not have the corresponding martial arts!

Fang Ming was just the opposite, there were countless magical techniques around him, and even the secret legends of the Great Grandmaster and the Heavenly and Human Powerhouses had it!

One has a path and a goal, but the other is a blind man who touches an elephant, how could Fang Ming let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

If you give the other party enough time, then it is very possible to find out the use of the Divine Yuan by yourself, or even create a set of grandmaster-level exercises by yourself!

After all, Grandmaster, Grandmaster! If you don't have a thorough understanding of your body and can develop more than a dozen sets of exercises at will, how can you be qualified to start a sect?

"I practice martial arts for fifteen, first learn Buddhism, then learn the Tao, reach a hundred schools, and even open a vein, today I see myself, and finally achieve great success, and I want to ask the master for advice!"

After Fang Ming finished speaking, he was unceremoniously, the dragon walked and the tiger stepped, spanning a distance of several zhang at once, and the five fingers formed claws and headed towards the sweeping monk under the hood.

Snort!

One after another sword qi formed in mid-air, and five flick finger sword gangs rushed from Fang Ming's five fingers, and even formed a spiral of sword qi, emitting a piercing buzz.

Thundered!

Before the sword qi arrived, the stone slab under the sweeping monk's feet was already full of holes, and the surrounding air became even thicker, driving a violent air current, which seemed to form a whirlpool and squeezed towards the center.

"Like a claw like a sword, non-claw and not a sword, formless and traceless, create nature, good kung fu!"

In the face of Xiao Feng's full strength of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, the sweeping monk dared to use his flesh mortal fetus to make a hard connection, but in the face of Fang Ming's claw sword, he retreated again and again, not daring to resist hard.

As soon as his body moved, he seemed to fly back without any weight, Fang Ming's claw came out, and the next sword qi was endless, fists, palms, claws, fingers, every move seemed to be at his fingertips, but it carried an incomparable sword qi, and the dragon roared in the sky.

The sweeping monk spread his hands out, and there seemed to be an invisible qi wall within a few zhang around his body, colliding with Fang Ming's sword qi, making a loud earth-shattering sound.

Even so, the sleeves of the monk's robe on his body began to appear holes, and he was actually injured by Fang Ming's sword qi.

"This ...... This ......"

Tianshan Tong, Gu Mozhi, and even Xuan Ci and other monks in the original Shaolin Temple all came out and watched the shocking battle.

With their eyesight, they could only catch a few afterimages, but when they saw two shadows chasing in the mountains, they were more than ten zhang away from each step, and they were really elusive.

And even if the moves escaped, the remnants of the sword qi also left deep furrows on the ground, one horizontal and one vertical, and the original bluestone floor was destroyed.

"Amitabha, there are such masters in this temple!"

Xuan Ci and the other monks looked at each other, and they all had a little hope.

At this time, the Shaolin foundation has been destroyed, but if this nameless monk can defeat Duan Zhengchun, then the Shaolin foundation may still be preserved?

Compared with their apprehension, Gu Mozhi and Ding Chunqiu were devastated, knowing each other's miraculous skills, they had no hope of catching up with their life's work.

"Will the master just run away?"

In a short period of time, Fang Ming had already chased the sweeping monk, spared several laps halfway up the mountain, and even snapped his fingers and sword gang in succession, stabbing the sweeping monk's clothes full of holes.

"Amitabha, the layman's martial arts are strong, and the little monk is willing to bow down! Please stop! ”

Although the sweeping monk was in rags, there was no scar on his body, and when he was fleeing, he was like a bell, exhaling and opening his mouth very smoothly, and he still had spare strength.

Although Fang Ming relied on his martial arts knowledge to bully others, he also felt that the sweeping monk's use of Shenyuan was becoming more and more clear, and he even took himself as his teacher, and he was constantly improving!

Those who grope alone to achieve the Grandmaster are indeed not to be underestimated!

The figures in the sky dissipated, revealing two figures in the square.

"The master can dodge my previous sword qi, and he can learn it for his own use, and he will make rapid progress, so I admire it!"

Fang Ming looked at the three holes in his cuffs and said with a light smile.

"Thank you for the donor's advice...... "Most of the clothes on the sweeping monk's body have been rotten, revealing a thin thorny back, and the ribs on his chest are clearly visible.

"It's just that the donor elder doesn't seem to be a swordsman!"

The sweeper continued.

"You're not without energy, but everyone just tried it before, and I'm going to do real kung fu next!"

Fang Ming's voice was cold, while Xuan Ci and the others were almost sluggish.

Just now they saw the nameless monk and the Dali Sword Saint fighting, the scene was full of figures, several zhang long sword qi vertical and horizontal, almost the entire Banshan Pavilion was cut into shape, a few feet thick big pine trees fell over one by one, the group of heroes and demons were even more affected by the pond fish, a little touch of the edge is torn apart, the entire Shaomu Mountain is stained with blood, almost become a Shura field.

And even so, it was just a temptation before starting to do it?

"My Buddha is merciful, and today the old monk gave up this stump, hoping to resolve the donor's anger!"

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, but Xuan Ci and the others heard the meaning of tragic martyrdom from his voice, and they couldn't help but have tears in the corners of their eyes.

"It's a pity that I'm stubborn, I'm afraid the master will have to waste his efforts! Master please! ”

Fang Ming pulled his back with his chest, carried his fist on his chest, his face was solemn, and his posture was as dignified as a mountain, but the Shaolin monks were in an uproar, and they all lost their voices: "It's actually Shaolin Changquan!" (To be continued.) )