The brilliant golden pestle, the light flowing, and the tantric mantra seal was suspended around, covering Darba's figure, and a robe danced in the wind, the material was extraordinary.

Looking at the majestic and solemn tantric monk in front of him, Zhang Sanfeng raised his spirits and frowned slightly.

With his intuition, Zhang Laodao could feel that the monk on the other side, who claimed to be a disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King and named Darba, was not weaker than him in cultivation.

This doesn't make sense.

Although Zhang Sanfeng has not met Darba, according to the rumors of the year.

Darba, the second disciple of King Jinlun, should be a person with dull qualifications and a silly personality.

Zhang Sanfeng has paid attention to Yang Guo's deeds, so he is not ignorant of Darba.

Even if the rumors are wrong, this Darba is not a fool.

But it shouldn't be this kind of monk with wisdom in his eyes and a calm heart.

And if Zhang Sanfeng hadn't met the council before and didn't have the opportunity to broaden his horizons, in terms of cultivation alone, I'm afraid he would be even inferior to this monk.

"Sure enough, you can't underestimate the world's people!"

The old Taoist priest lowered his eyebrows and sighed, and the Yin and Yang Dao diagram appeared behind him, and his breath gradually rose.

In less than a few moments, it was already at its peak!

The breeze blows on the hills, and the moon shines on the river.

No matter how powerful he is, no matter how unexpected he is, no matter how many ways he comes, I will not move!

The demeanor of a grandmaster is undoubtedly revealed.

Just when Zhang Sanfeng was gathering momentum, the old monk Darba was not idle, and a golden pestle danced in his palm, bringing the sound of gusts of wind in the sky, followed by him.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng didn't move, still standing in place with a deep breath, Darbahaha smiled:

"Thanks to the real person, the poor monk took advantage of this first move!"

"Mitutoyo real person, please!"

The words fell, the golden light flashed, the old monk was originally full of true qi like a volcano erupting out, when the quiet time is like a hidden dragon in the abyss, when it comes out like a dragon ascending to the sky, the force has a thousand catties, with the momentum of turning over the mountain, the golden pestle swept down, the distance of hundreds of zhang came in an instant, the body turned, and slammed down!

Just the energy brought out by the golden pestle, Zhang Sanfeng could feel how fierce the power contained in it was.

If this blow falls into the mountains, I'm afraid the mountains will have to be blasted out of the gap.

The dragon elephant is like a dragon!

Tantric Mahayana, the supreme protector of the Dharma, since ancient times, it is said that only the Golden Wheel Dharma King has practiced to the tenth level.

But from the perspective of the white-eyed Daoist, this Darba's dragon elephant realm is far more than the tenth layer.

He has surpassed his master and has surpassed generations of Tibetan tantric practitioners of this method.

There is no one before the ancients, and it is not bad at all!

Seeing the attacking golden pestle, the old Taoist priest was not in a hurry, but moved his fists to turn his qi into qi, and drove the Yin and Yang Dao diagram behind him.

Lift weights as lightly, lift as lightly.

Overcome rigidity with softness, dial thousands of catties in four or two, and secretly fit the way of Tai Chi.

The punch was swung out, and the mixed energy was soft and soft, and there was no sense of strength.

However, when Zhang Sanfeng first came into contact with the golden pestle, this originally soft energy was transformed in the next moment, and with the momentum of accepting all rivers, the power of the golden pestle was gradually swallowed.

Shadowboxing!

The old Taoist's boxing technique looks majestic.

But the domineering in it can be seen from this all-encompassing momentum.

Seeing this, Darba's complexion changed.

A wisp of solemnity on the old monk's face appeared, Darba shouted angrily, pulled back the pestle in his hand, changed the move, and struck up again, which implied dozens of changes, and on the stick body, there was a faint sound of dragon and tiger roaring.

Its majesty is like this, its momentum is so, and it is fierce and uncasting!

The Yin and Yang Dao diagram is transformed into the law phase, one is the clear air floating, the other is the turbidity sinking, Zhang Sanfeng's white robe stands in the center, like a fairy family in the sea of clouds, waving the sleeves between the clouds and clouds.

Taiji ascends to two instruments, and the two instruments are divided into four images!

Seeing the vajra poking in, Zhang Sanfeng's face was transformed by the true qi of yin and yang, forming a Tai Chi pattern.

The yin and yang instruments above are constantly flowing along the edge, and the landscape contains four elephants, and ordinary people will inevitably feel dizzy when they see it.

And the more advanced the mana cultivation, the more careful they will be when facing this Tai Chi pattern.

The golden pestle carried the power of urging mountains and seas, and shot straight out towards the middle of this Taiji diagram that contains thousands of changes!

Darba knew that Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi method was problematic, but he still continued to attack.

Just because he believes in the power to reach the limit, even if it is a wonderful move, he will definitely not be able to resist the power of his golden pestle!

It's a pity that his skill is obviously not enough to reach this level.

The tip of the golden pestle pierced into the Taiji diagram and pierced the center of the Taiji diagram.

Before the old monk had time to rejoice, he saw the Taiji diagram that originally appeared in the hole, and slowly recovered again.

What's even more deadly is that the golden pestle is still stuck in it and can't be pulled out.

When Darba saw this, the color of fear floated on his face.

"Zhang Zhenren's cultivation is really extraordinary!"

"If it weren't for the opportunity, I'm afraid that I would end my life as a poor monk, and I wouldn't be able to look at real people!"

The old monk sighed, clasped his palms together, and there was no panic in his expression.

"Zhang Zhenren, you can't destroy my Dayuan."

"It's too late to turn back."

"What happened before, the poor monks can not blame the past."

Seeing Darba with a sincere face, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable.

I saw the white-eyed Taoist put away the Tai Chi frame in his hand, and he was a little puzzled.

"The master's means have been exhausted?"

"If there is a backhand, just use it."

"I'll carry it all!"

Darbar shook his head.

"No, the real person is very strong, and the poor monk can't break your defense with all his might."

"The poor monk is not as good as you."

Hearing Darba's words, the white-eyed Daoist suddenly smiled.

"Then the master won't get out of the way?"

"Otherwise, I'll be really ruthless."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Darba was extremely calm, hesitated for a moment, and finally stopped persuading.

"It seems that the poor monk and Zhang Zhenren have no fate."

Darba saw Zhang Sanfeng disperse Tai Chi, so he picked up his true qi, waved his hand to lure the golden pestle back, and while putting away the golden pestle, he said with some regret to Zhang Sanfeng on the opposite side.

"Hall Master, come out."

After Darba finished speaking to the white-eyed Taoist, he turned sideways slightly, looked at a gap that appeared not far away, and said lightly.

Seeing Darba's movements, Zhang Sanfeng also raised his head slightly, and followed the old monk's gaze to look at the crack in the sky not far away.

I saw that this black spatial gap spread wider and wider, and it was not until it was cracked open that a figure stepped out of it.

This person wore a dark robe, his long black hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his eyebrows were slender, with a little gloomy feeling.

Appearance is not the point, the point is that the momentum exuded by this person has made this world a little unstable.

This plane can't withstand the arrival of a true immortal.

Fortunately, this black-robed man is just a clone, and it is still within the tolerance of the world.

The black-robed man carried his hands behind his back, and looked proudly at the white-eyed Taoist not far away.

"This reincarnation hall master Chu Changsheng!"

"Darba, I'm covered!"