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"Bell!"

Suddenly, a loud bell rang, and the bell contained a strong and majestic majesty, making Chen Qingyang's body take a few steps back suddenly, and the qi and blood in his body were churning.

"Bell!"

The second louder bell followed, the momentum was fast and domineering, Chen Qingyang felt a sweetness in his throat, and the corners of his mouth slowly benefited blood.

At this moment, Chen Qingyang had no doubt that there was a master hidden in this Shaolin ancient temple, and the ringing of the bell alone made Chen Qingyang unbearable.

Seeing this, Huang Fengming's body blocked in front of Chen Qingyang, and then slowly walked to the broken gate, clasped his fists with both hands, and roared loudly towards the temple: "Huang Fengming came uninvited, and I ask Master Xuanku to forgive me." ”

"Bell!"

At the same time, the third bell rang, and the sound of Huang Fengming collided in mid-air, the sound was amazingly immense, and the surrounding trees fell in rows in an instant, and the birds and beasts fled in panic.

Is this a contest between the innate powerhouses?

Chen Qingyang was faintly excited in his heart, if he really healed the broken meridians this time, he might be able to impact this legendary innate realm.

"Ancient temple in the deep mountains, don't accept any visitors, the two donors, please go back!"

An old and thick voice came into Chen Qingyang's ears, and the voice was ethereal, as if it was coming from all directions, making people unpredictable.

"Master Xuanku, Huang came here this time to ask for something, and I also asked the master to make it convenient." Huang Fengming said.

"The old man has long stopped asking about Hongchen, you have come to the wrong place, let's go!" Master Xuanku said leisurely.

Huang Fengming was unmoved, and then said: "The door of the ancient temple is open, how can it not welcome guests?" Since Master Xuanku refused to come out to meet, Huang had no choice but to come forward to meet him in person. ”

After speaking, Huang Fengming walked towards the gate of the ancient temple, he walked extremely slowly, leaving a deep footprint in the same place with every step.

"Oooo

Huang Fengming walked up several layers of broken stairs, and when his right foot was about to step into a threshold, he suddenly encountered an invisible resistance, which made his right foot unable to step down.

Huang Fengming snorted softly, his whole body was surging, and then he stepped on his right foot fiercely, and the ancient bluestone floor tiles on the ground instantly cracked.

Suddenly, a strong palm wind struck him, Huang Fengming raised his head suddenly, only to see his hands slashing quickly in front of his chest, and a blazing wave flashed in his palm, which was fiercely imprinted on the strong palm wind.

Rumble!

The two unparalleled forces collided, and the momentum broke through the air, stirring up waves of surging weather, spreading wildly in all directions.

Although Chen Qingyang had taken precautions and hid behind a big tree far away, he was still shocked by the ferocious air wave and flew seven or eight meters away, embarrassed.

In just a few breaths, Huang Fengming and Master Xuankun fought no less than 100 moves, but he never saw the figure of Master Xuankun, his palm wind seemed to be a steady stream of ancient temples, majestic, with a feminine power in the fierceness, and the control of power reached a peak realm.

"Boom!"

Just when the two exchanged two hundred moves, Huang Fengming didn't have time to turn around, his back was slapped by a palm wind, and his body staggered back more than a dozen steps before he stabilized, but there was no paleness in his expression, obviously this palm did not hurt him.

The winner has been decided, and both of them have a tacit understanding and do not choose to continue to shoot.

"I have heard for a long time that Master Xuanku's Shaolin stunt has already been practiced to the point of being superb, and when I see it today, it really deserves its reputation." Huang Fengming arched his hand and said.

He knew that Master Xuanku had already left his hand just now, otherwise that palm alone would be enough to make him vomit three liters of blood.

"The Huang family's scorching palm, you have mastered ninety percent of the fire, and you are not far behind the Huang Wuren back then." Master Xuanku's voice sounded slowly, but he still only heard his voice and did not hear him.

Huang Wuren is Huang Fengming's father, a legendary figure, but unfortunately the end was very tragic, and he died at the hands of the person he trusted the most.

Huang Fengming shook his head lightly and said: "Huang did not have any malice in coming this time, I heard earlier that Master Xuanku has been looking for a successor, and today Huang has the courage to recommend a young man to the master." ”

After speaking, Huang Fengming looked at Chen Qingyang behind him and beckoned him to come over.

Chen Qingyang quickly walked up to Huang Fengming, took a few deep breaths, and forcibly suppressed the chaotic qi and blood in his body.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, the old man is already in the age of the last candle, and time is running out, even if he wants to accept disciples, he has no power." Master Xuanku sighed.

Huang Fengming frowned slightly, he knew that Master Xuanku's seniority was extremely high, but he didn't expect that he was about to encounter a catastrophe of life, unless he could break through the shackles of strength and condense the Divine Pill, otherwise he would be able to reach the peak of his strength, and in the end he could only turn into a piece of loess.

"Master, since you don't want to accept disciples, then I don't force it, but can you borrow the I Ching tendons of your temple to take a look?" Huang Fengming said.

As soon as he heard the words "I Ching tendons", Chen Qingyang's expression was also shocked, Huang Fengming didn't tell him the purpose of this trip before he came, could it be for this I Ching tendons?

Chen Qingyang is no stranger to the I Ching tendons, because it is the legendary heaven-level martial arts, even if it is on the exercise rankings, it is also a heaven-defying existence that ranks among the top ten.

Martial arts are also divided into levels, from low to high, subdivided into mortal level, Xuan level, earth level, heaven level and the legendary god-level martial arts.

The vast majority of the exercises practiced by ordinary martial artists are mortal-level martial arts, and a few big families have Xuan-level martial arts, for example, the Wang family in the capital has a book of Xuan-level martial arts Ziyang Gong, which can only be learned by the direct bloodline of the Wang family, and the ground-level martial arts only exist in the hands of those super forces, and the heaven-level martial arts, even if they are legendary hidden sect families, there are very few.

As for the strongest god-level martial arts, it has only appeared once in hundreds of years, and that is the Human Emperor Sutra, which is the number one in the exercise rankings.

And the prefecture-level martial arts called "Xuanxin Secret Classic" that Chen Qingyang once practiced can be regarded as an extremely advanced martial arts technique, but it is a pity that with the breaking of his meridians, the exercises he has practiced have long been dissolved.

"Presumptuous, the I Ching tendon is the treasure of my Shaolin temple, how can I borrow it from others to read at will?" Master Xuanku snorted coldly.

Huang Fengming took a step forward and said: "Master, the meridians of his whole body are broken, if there is no I Ching tendon to wash his tendons and cut the marrow, he will definitely not live for three years, please master to complete!" ”

"You don't need to say much, although my Buddha is merciful and sympathetic to the suffering of all beings, but the rules of this temple are handed down by the ancestors of the past generations, and the I Ching is never allowed to be borrowed, please go back!" Master Xuanku said.

"I wonder if Master Xuankue ever remembers Xuancang?" Huang Fengming asked.

"Senior Brother Xuancang?" In the ancient temple, Master Xuanku's voice changed significantly, and he was faintly excited, and asked, "Where is Senior Brother Xuancang now?" ”

Huang Fengming smiled faintly and said, "He's ......"

Chen Qingyang couldn't hear the next words, because Huang Fengming was communicating with Master Xuanku, obviously he didn't want Chen Qingyang to hear their next conversation.