Sanger instinctively thought that the monk in front of him was bragging to himself.

It was already very difficult to resist the first attack, and he was even more injured when he resisted the second time, so why did he resist this third time? I'm afraid it was also a serious injury!

Obviously he is injured and bleeding and still has a hard mouth, and bragging is not such a boasting method, this monk's competitive psychology is too strong.

Sanger really didn't want to kill Huo Yuanzhen in this ring, so he was still making his last effort.

"The abbot of the first ring, I think we should stop here, my last demon pestle, I am afraid that the masters of the imperial realm are not easy to resist, we met once, Sanger thinks that the abbot is a rare friend, don't hurt the harmony because of the position of an alliance leader. ”

Before he finished his words, he saw Huo Yuanzhen rubbing his abdomen with his hand, Jiuyang Zhen was circulating, and the injuries there had improved a lot, at least there was no bleeding.

Looking up at Sange, he interrupted his words: "Sange, don't talk nonsense, if you still have the ability to send out the demon pestle, just come, if you don't have the ability, admit defeat now, so many people present are witnesses!"

Sanger was immediately angry, this monk really didn't know what to do, although the consumption of Sange was also very large due to the two demon pestles in a row, but he was still able to send this final blow.

"Abbot, aren't you going to think about it anymore?"

As Sanger spoke, the demon slaying pestle in his hand had already been raised, and if he didn't know what to do, he would have to give him an unforgettable lesson.

Even if he didn't want to do this, it was no longer his business alone, and he still had the order of the master, that is, to seize the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, which was non-negotiable.

Dongfang Qing looked at Huo Yuanzhen nervously outside the court, with her eyesight, she naturally saw that it was already Huo Yuanzhen's limit to be able to resist the second blow just now, and now Sanger wanted to use the internal force of the imperial realm to send out the third blow, Huo Yuanzhen would definitely not be able to stop it.

She had the heart to persuade Huo Yuanzhen to give up. But she understands more that at this time, we must respect men's choices and not make our own decisions. He won't like it.

If he has three long and two short, then I will.

Dongfang Qing secretly made up his mind in his heart, and even faintly expected that it would be best for this monk to become an ordinary person without martial arts, so that it is estimated that other women would not like him, and then he would take care of him for the rest of his life.

But at the same time, she hoped for a miracle and that he would be able to block the blow. But at that time, I had to face the final problem.

Dongfang Qing's heart was in a mess, Huo Yuanzhen had already made a decision over there.

"Sange, even if you use it, the poor monk still says that, never underestimate the Central Plains martial arts, your demon pestle is not enough to run rampant in the world, at least it is useless in front of the poor monk. ”

Sanger finally made up his mind: "That's good. Abbot, after this blow, maybe you will not be in this world. So Sanger reminds you, don't try to stop it, this inertia is enough to penetrate your strong body, or try to save your life!"

The internal force of the whole body has been mobilized, and this blow has not been used a few times, after all, the more powerful the attack, the more difficult it is to perform, this blow is issued, and in the next final battle against Dongfang Qing, Sange is not too sure.

But don't defeat the monk in front of you. Sange didn't even have a chance to see Dongfang Qing, so he didn't have to keep his hand anymore, he waved his arm with all his strength, and the demon pestle in his hand was sent out again.

Listening to the sound of it breaking through the air, the people around him knew that the power of this blow was definitely greater than the previous two blows.

Is this issued with the internal force of the Imperial Realm? It's terrifying!

Huo Yuanzhen saw the demon pestle flying again. Taking a deep breath, the arm that had become a little sore just now because of resisting the demon pestle twice turned up again, and he didn't know if it was Sange's illusion, he vaguely felt that Yijie's arm seemed to be thicker than just now. ...,

"Boom!"

"Bang Lang Lang!"

Unlike the previous two voices, this should have been the final blow of the earth-shattering, but it was easily resolved by Shaolin Yijie!

The demon pestle was smashed down by Huo Yuanzhen's palms, and it fell to the ground with a series of sounds!

Without the unnaturalness of the arms, without the inertia of holding a strong force, nothing happened, just like swatting a fly, and the demon pestle was swatted off!

The glasses of the people around him almost fell off, what! Is this the so-called demon-slaying pestle issued by the power of the Imperial Territory and the power of the thirteen-layer dragon elephant? How is it much worse than the first two times.

The person who reacted the most was Sanger, who actually sat on the ground and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"No way, no way!

Sanger had already yelled at the end, his eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were getting bigger, and his eyeballs were flying out.

"Amitabha! Everything in the world is possible, Sange, the poor monk told you a long time ago, I only used half of my strength to fight you, but you still don't want to believe it, how can you believe it now?"

"You really only use half of your strength, but when I fought you just now, your strength was obviously inferior to mine. ”

"I told you that the poor monk only used half of his strength, if you don't believe it, now you can try it, let you see how powerful I am when I exert my full power!"

Sanger really jumped up from the ground, jumped in front of Huo Yuanzhen in an instant, and punched him head-on.

Although the consumption of internal force is not small, Sanger believes that after resisting these three demon pestles, Huo Yuanzhen has also experienced a lot of consumption regardless of internal strength, and may be inferior to himself.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and watched Sanger swing his fist, this guy was about to collapse, he actually used his fist, okay, it was just time to solve the problem once and for all, let Sange really realize his strength.

Now I am not afraid of this kind of brute force competition.

Without dodging or dodging, Huo Yuanzhen swung his fist and met it with a punch!

Two fists collided, this is a direct collision!

The two of them didn't collide just now, and the warm-up time at the beginning was turned upside down, at that time Sanger had the advantage, and the current situation has been greatly reversed.

From fingers to arms, from arms to shoulders, Sanger felt his entire arm be paralyzed in an instant. He screamed, pulled back, and held the shoulder of his right hand with his left hand, as if his arm had been dislocated. It's completely out of my own.

"Little brother Sanger, what's the matter? The poor monk said that this is my true strength, and now you can believe it?"

"This is impossible, I have already cultivated the thirteenth layer of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, you are also cultivating the thirteenth layer, and my internal strength surpasses yours. Your internal force consumption just now is not small, how can you still have such a strong force?"

"The poor monk doesn't want to repeat the same words, you just need to know that there are many things in this world that you can't understand, it's like you came to the Central Plains from the snowy plateau with confidence, but let a monkey teach you a lesson, you ask the poor monk why he has such strength, it's better to study why the monkey is so powerful!"

Sanger was a little speechless. Although he was unwilling, he had to admit that this monk really concealed his strength from himself.

What a terrible man!

There is such a high strength. actually pretended to be inconspicuous all the time, allowing himself to appear in front of him with a superior attitude, and thought that his strength was far more than that of the counterpart, but he didn't expect that the person who was far surpassed was himself.

Thinking back to the scene of meeting this monk now, Sanger realized how idiotic he was at that time, he must have been stupid. ...,

Huo Yuanzhen walked towards Sange at this time, and he couldn't see that he had gone through such a fierce battle before, and he couldn't see that he was still an injured person a moment ago, so there was really no problem.

Such a gesture. dispelled the last trace of luck in Sanger's heart.

"Amitabha, Sange, do you want to continue to fight the poor monk now, or do you honestly admit that the poor monk is your eldest brother, and you willingly admit it?"

Sanger covered his arm with one hand, his face changed several times, and finally he hung his head helplessly: "I lost, and now your combat effectiveness has not been affected at all." And I don't have much strength anymore, I can't move an arm, and if I continue to fight you, I can only bring humiliation on myself. ”

"Then the bet between us. ”

Huo Yuanzhen never forgot the bet with Sange, this little brother, he must recognize it, this is not only a matter of face, but more importantly, this will be the successor of Tantra in the future.

The master of Tantra is his younger brother, and Huo Yuanzhen is the abbot of Shaolin, and there is a lot to be done between these two sects in the future!

Sanger raised his head at this time, and his face had returned to normal: "Sanger is not a villain who is untrustworthy, since he has made a bet with you, then he is willing to gamble and lose, big brother!"

Huo Yuanzhen laughed, walked in front of Sange, and as soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed Sange's injured arm.

Sanger instinctively used his other hand to resist, but he couldn't stop Huo Yuanzhen's strength at all, and the other party easily grabbed his arm.

Huo Yuanzhen used one hand to exert force, and at the top end, he only heard the sound of "click", and Sanger's dislocated arm had been returned to its original position by Huo Yuanzhen.

Shaolin Temple every day the monks practice martial arts, dislocation of this kind of bruises and injuries almost everyone can treat, Huo Yuanzhen has no problem with this.

Sange's arm returned to normal, and at this time, he was truly convinced by Huo Yuan's sincerity.

He saluted Huo Yuanzhen: "Big brother, little brother is convinced, your strength is definitely the best in the world, if the monkey meets you that day, you will definitely be able to clean it up." ”

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said to the host, "Can you announce the results?"

The stunned host came back to his senses and hurriedly announced the results of the game, the second group, and finally the Shaolin abbot Yijie won, and will compete with Dongfang Qing for the position of alliance leader.

After the battle, the two walked out of the ring side by side, and Sange, who was already completely convinced, asked Huo Yuanzhen at this time: "Big brother, can you tell me that your strength is so great, what special kung fu have you cultivated, and the Dragon Elephant Panruo Gong doesn't seem to be able to achieve this power." ”

Huo Yuanzhen glanced at Sange and hesitated: "Well, that's true, the martial arts practiced by the poor monk are called Super Dragon Elephant, which is an evolved version of Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong. ”

Sang Ge was stunned, looking at Huo Yuanzhen's back and being confused, "Super Dragon Elephant? Evolved Version? What does it mean?" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )