Qiao Feng and Duan Yu stepped forward together, facing Tang Xiaofeng and shouting, "Big brother! ”

Tang Xiaofeng nodded slightly in response, his eyes scrutinizing Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo back and forth.

"Big brother, my dad ......"

Qiao Feng was stunned, and hurriedly shouted again, his voice eager and inquiring.

To say that Xiao Yuanshan died once, let go of hatred and converted to Buddhism, he couldn't believe it.

When he fought just now, he already knew that Xiao Yuanshan jumped off the cliff and did not die, and he had hidden Shaolin for decades, just to take revenge, and he would never give up easily.

Tang Xiaofeng waved his hand to interrupt Qiao Feng's words, and said in a deep voice to the old monk: "The master is a good method, it is really an innate martial realm, just using spiritual power to control the minds of the two and urge them to let go of their hatred, what kind of Buddhist mercy is this?" ”

The puzzled look on the old monk's face flashed, and his eyes flashed between opening and closing: "Is this realm called the Innate Martial Realm?" The poor monk has been taught! ”

The voices of the two were not loud, but all the warriors near Shaolin could hear them clearly.

Although they didn't understand the meaning, they all looked thoughtful.

"Senior brother, you have the most contact with junior brother, have you ever heard of the Innate Martial Realm?"

Tianshan Tong's grandmother asked Wuyazi beside her.

Wu Yazi shook his head and said: "I have been with my junior brother for more than a year, and I have never heard him mention the Innate Martial Realm, but now you take a closer look at the little junior brother and the old monk, do you feel that there are many similarities between the two." ”

Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui looked at the Shaolin Mountain Gate, and after a short time, they really found something.

Tang Xiaofeng and the old Shaolin monk, the two of them were obviously standing there, but under their gaze, they seemed to fit perfectly with the surrounding environment, and every move was flawless, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling.

The three of them glanced at each other, and Wu Yazi said: "The teacher often says that the teacher is the world, and the Tao is natural. ”

Tang Xiaofeng was silent for a moment, and said again: "The master made them put down the butcher's knife and convert to Buddhism with the supreme spirit, which is a good thing for Shaolin, and since then there are two more Shamen protectors, but good is good, evil is evil, if you put down the butcher's knife, you can become a Buddha on the ground, and all the past grievances and faults have been revealed, but it is unfair to those who have lost their innocent lives." ”

After Tang Xiaofeng finished speaking, the long sword in his left hand rose slightly, and his right hand held down the hilt of the sword and pulled out a piece of ruler length, and then slammed it back into the sheath.

When—

A soft whistle sounded, not loud but far-reaching, and lingered in the mountains for a long time.

After a few moments, the sound faded. A hoarse voice asked blankly, "What happened to me just now?" ”

Qiao Feng stepped forward and asked with great joy, "Dad, how are you feeling now?" Almost became a monk just now? ”

Xiao Yuanshan frowned, and said in surprise: "The revenge has not been avenged, how can I become a monk?" ”

Speaking of the great hatred, he seemed to remember what happened just now, looked at Murong Bo not far away, and when he saw Murong Bo's appearance clearly, he was taken aback, only to see Murong Bo frowning, his eyes closed, his face pale, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and he was already lifeless.

On Murong Bo's other side, Murong Fu's eyes were wide open, his face was dull, and he looked depressed.

"Why? Why is this happening? Xiao Yuanshan's enemy is dead, but there is no joy of revenge in his heart, but he can't say that he is empty.

At this point, the people in the nearby martial arts also discovered Murong Bo's abnormality, and they were terrified in their hearts, and this result was obviously caused by the light sound just now.

When they thought of the strength shown by the old Shaolin monk and Tang Xiaofeng, it was obvious that it could no longer be described as martial arts, it was more like witchcraft.

"Three months ago, you said that you would challenge the Shaolin monks, and now it seems that with your strength, the object of the challenge will not be someone else!"

The old monk was not surprised or angry that Murong Bo was dead and Xiao Yuanshan was out of control. Ever since Tang Xiaofeng appeared, he understood that the other party's strength was not below him, and after the other party said the Innate Martial Realm, this feeling became even clearer.

"It's just that the poor monk has something to understand, in the past hundred years, the poor monk has never taken half a step out of Shaolin, nor has he ever participated in martial arts disputes, and even none of the Shaolin monks know about the poor monk, where did you know?"

Tang Xiaofeng shook his head and didn't explain, he couldn't explain: "It doesn't matter where you know, it's not too early, let's start now!" ”

"Amitabha!" The old monk was stunned, pronounced a Buddha name, and said with a smile: "Yes, where do you know that it really doesn't matter, the poor monk has been in the realm for more than 60 years, and now he has only learned the true name of this realm, and he can't wait to verify it." ”

The old monk's voice fell, and the two powerful momentum exploded at the same time, and the nearby warriors were suddenly pushed away from afar.

Tang Xiaofeng's long sword came out of the sheath, and the sword qi soared, and a brilliant silver light slashed out along the sword momentum, as if cutting through the space and slashing towards the chest of the old Shaolin monk.

After more than a month of practice, Tang Xiaofeng integrated the six-vein divine sword into Zhou Gong's swordsmanship, and in terms of the power of swordsmanship alone, Zhou Gong's sword was naturally inferior to the six-vein divine sword, but the six-vein divine sword was called swordsmanship, but in fact, it was a sword qi shot out of the air to hurt the enemy with strong internal force, and in terms of sword moves, it may not be as good as Tang Xiaofeng's improved Zhou Gong sword.

The old Shaolin monk's momentum changed, his eyes were fierce, the broom in his hand was upside down, the handle was heavy on the ground, a circle of qi surged, the surface of the broom was covered with golden light, and its appearance changed like a demon pestle.

Until the sword qi came to him, the old monk slammed forward with a pestle in both hands.

Boom –

The sword qi was scattered by the demon descending pestle in an instant, and it shot past the old monk.

Tang Xiaofeng's expression remained unchanged, this was reasonable, with the strength of the old monk, if he couldn't even break up the sword qi, then what was the point of this challenge.

After the sword qi disappeared, Tang Xiaofeng stepped on his feet, his body rushed forward, Ling Bo launched in a slight step, and suddenly appeared on the side of the old monk, the long sword slashed out, but the sword qi on the sword body did not shoot out.

The skill is high to a certain extent, and the effect of long-range attacks is actually not great, although it looks terrifying, it can be easily defused by the other party.

Especially once the energy is out of hand, it is not conducive to control.

The free faction Bai Hong's palm power claims to be able to control it freely after getting rid of it, but that's just a claim, and there is naturally no problem in dealing with ordinary martial artists, but against a master like a Shaolin old monk, whether the other party is dodging or hard connection, the actual effect is not great.

The two fought fiercely, as if they were incarnated into two clouds of light and shadow, one white and one gray, constantly moving in the field, and the sound of bang, bang, was endless.

Everyone was shocked when they heard a voice from one of the lights: "Good, good! The little benefactor is really powerful, and the poor monk is going to go all out. ”

"Haha, the old monk is indeed extraordinary, since this is the case, I have to show my real skills." The other light and shadow showed no signs of weakness, the interface said.

Outside the Shaolin Temple, the heroes of No. 1 Middle School heard the voices of the two, and they were all dumbfounded, feeling incredulous in their hearts.

The two kept fighting, but their voices were smooth and powerful, as if they were just ordinary conversations, and listening to the meaning of the two words, the fight was only a test of each other so far.

In the suspicious eyes of everyone, I saw two clouds of light and shadow slowly climbing upward, rising in the air for more than ten zhang in a short time, not only did they fight non-stop, but they didn't even have any tendency to fall, completely beyond the scope of light skills in martial arts.