Jiang Fan suppressed his strength, relying on his moves, and his true qi was even a few points lower than Qiao Feng's true qi cultivation, the only thing that took advantage of him was that he was invincible, and he was not afraid of his true qi invading his body, nor was he afraid of being directly attacked by his body. And Qiao Feng is worthy of being the protagonist of Tianlong Babu, and his luck is so strong that it makes people look sideways.

Qiao Feng felt struggling, under great pressure, he was also constantly improving, he was the protagonist of the strong when he was strong, the palm in his hand opened and closed, more and more concise, and the power was twice as strong as before he started.

With the move, Jiang Fan found that this martial art is indeed unique, which contains not only skills, but also a special surname that fully exerts his own strength.

In the main hall, all the monks retreated one after another, under the agitation of the true qi that burst out between Jiang Fan and Qiao Feng's hands, the invisible force forced them to retreat, originally Qiao Feng was not the most peak at this time, but under Jiang Fan's oppression, his potential was stimulated, and he continued to improve, allowing him to improve the beggars' palm skills in advance in his hands.

The moves in Jiang Fan's hands became more and more concise and prevailed, and Qiao Feng also began to grow up at this time.

The monks in the hall were cautious, for fear of being injured by such a finger, they couldn't imagine that Jiang Fan had such a martial arts cultivation, and what surprised them even more was that Qiao Feng's growth was just as terrifying, and if he continued like this, he would be able to reach the level of a peerless master in less than two years.

After Jiang Fan suppressed his strength at the same level as Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng also felt it, and began to collide with Jiang Fan, each palm exerted twelve points of strength, Jiang Fan also changed from fingers to palms, the palm techniques in his hands were very simple and clear, all basic palm techniques, and everyone present could see it clearly.

"Gang Master Qiao, if that's all you can do, let's retreat." Jiang Fan's rapid figure suddenly stopped, and the flickering figure in the main hall stopped.

Qiao Feng also gasped, he had grown up in the battle just now, and now the palm technique of the beggar gang has been concisely refined to nineteen palms, according to his idea, he can still be concise after fighting for a while, but Jiang Fan stopped, his moves, and his fighting experience are growing, but his internal cultivation is not something that can be improved in a short time, and now he has exhausted his strength.

"Pope, you have such a martial arts cultivation, Shaolin's seventy stunts are useless to you, why do you have to Shaolin's martial arts?" Qiao Feng asked in a condensed voice, paused to breathe, and still felt that his qi and blood were a little uncomfortable.

Shaolin abbot Xuanzi also stepped forward and said, "Pope, it seems that he is trying to see people, but I don't know who is in Shaolin's eyes?" ”

Jiang Fan glanced at everyone, looked up in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion, seemed to be able to see through the distance of space, and his eyes fell on the nameless sweeping monk hiding in the Scripture Pavilion.

"Hehe, in a word, I want to borrow the martial arts of your temple, whether your temple is willing or not, it is imperative, you can't stop me for half a point." Jiang Fan said slowly and was about to walk out of the main hall and go to the Scripture Pavilion.

The abbot Xuanzi sang Amitabha Buddha with his hands together, and eighteen people poured in outside the door of the main hall, these were all monks, each of whom had not weak cultivation, and everyone joined hands to surround Jiang Fan.

"Shaolin's Eighteen Arhat Formation?" Jiang Fan also wanted to see this martial arts formation.

The eighteen monks surrounding Jiang Fan circled around Jiang Fan, turning faster and faster, and there was an unexpected change in the aftermath of the move, this change made the attacks of the eighteen people closely connected, endless, endless, and the moves seemed to have no end, and under the combined force, the strength of each person's attack increased greatly.

Jiang Fan stepped on Ling Bo with slight steps, did not collide with these monks, but wanted to see what was outstanding about this formation, observed for a while, and after understanding the changes, he laughed together, and his momentum changed, frantically absorbing the power in this dimension, turning into true qi, only to see that the true qi in the main hall was stirring, and the eighteen Arhat monks had no power to resist at all, and were directly shocked to the ground by these true qi.

He didn't want to waste time anymore, his body moved, flashed quickly, and more than a dozen people appeared in an instant, connecting the dots on these eighteen people, subduing them, but it was their acupuncture points.

Qiao Feng saw Jiang Fan's speed, his pupils shrank, and he was greatly surprised, with such speed, when he did it just now, if he performed a move like this, he would be subdued before he had time to react.

Shaolin abbot Xuanzi sang Amitabha Buddha continuously, bitter in his heart, understanding that no one in Shaolin could stop the young pope in front of him, legend has it that this pope is best at magic skills, but he has not been able to perform, and now only with martial arts cultivation, so that Shaolin has no power to resist.

Subdued the eighteen Arhats, Jiang Fan left the welcoming hall step by step, no one dared to stop him, he could only look angrily, and everyone could only follow behind him and go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion together.

Outside the door of the Scripture Pavilion, Jiang Fan stared at the Scripture Pavilion for a long time before he said, "Sweeping monk, don't show up yet, this time I went to Shaolin, just to see what kind of realm you have reached." ”

"Amitabha, the donor's cultivation is extremely high, why bother Shaolin." An old man in a monk's uniform came out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, holding a broom in his hand, and walked slowly towards Jiang Fan.

Shaolin was amazed, and he didn't understand who this monk was and what kind of cultivation he had, so that Jiang Fan, the pope, could treat him differently and go to Shaolin for a special trip.

"Back to simplicity, beyond the realm of peerless masters, yes, yes, I have begun to comprehend the power of heaven and earth outside the body." Jiang Fan said in a condensed voice, if it is said that Murong Bo's full force can only attract a trace of the power in this dimension, then the sweeping monk in front of him can do it at any time, and every move will attract the power of this dimension.

It's just that I haven't come into contact with the laws of this dimension yet.

In this dimension, there is actually such a character, which makes Jiang Fan a little curious, if someone is higher than the realm of this sweeping monk, wouldn't he have come into contact with the laws of this dimension, and even be able to refine his true qi into mana and become a powerhouse in this dimension.

Just like the demon dimension, because it has been in contact with the universe, the dimensional law is almost perfect to the synchronization with the universe, and it will be exposed from the void, and it will be integrated into the universe to form a new plane.

"Amitabha, the donor is in a strange realm...... sweeping monk stared at Jiang Fan for a while, but also surprised with puzzlement, the person in front of him seemed to be incompatible with this world, like detached from this world, and seemed to be integrated into this world.

Of course, the heaven and earth in his heart refer to this dimension.

Jiang Fan stepped out, "You and I have fought each other, naturally we know what realm I am, and I also want to see what power you have when you use the power of this world." ”

Gently waved his palm at the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk closed his eyes with his hands closed, and did not fight back, but formed an invisible shield around him, Jiang Fan slapped his palm on this shield, and the sweeping monk's face changed greatly, he didn't expect that the other party could actually break his protective body qi, which was refined by him with the power of heaven and earth and the true qi in his body.

After breaking the body protection qi, Jiang Fan's palm slapped directly at the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk staggered a step, and then waved his hand to block Jiang Fan's palm, under this palm, Jiang Fan's body did not move, but the sweeping monk shook his body before taking a step back.

Jiang Fan was surprised, he was tempted just now, he only let his true qi and didn't take half of the advantage, if it weren't for the fact that he was not afraid of the other party's invading body, I am afraid it would not be so simple, the other party's qi entered the body, and was immediately converted by mana, and devoured and automatically refined, but the other party took his palm stubbornly.

"Good ......" Jiang Fan couldn't help but praise, in this dimension, the first time he encountered such a character, he was so powerful, if he could use mana, he would naturally not look at it, but now he can't use half a cent of mana, and the true qi that will disappear after just running in the body may not be able to take the other party in a short time, unless he uses magic skills.

With a thumbs up, the two continued to work.

The true qi surged wildly, even the Tibetan Pavilion shook, no one approached within a radius of ten zhang, and the monks of Shaolin could not imagine that there was such a strong person in the temple, but they never knew it.

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up, staring directly at Feng and the two fighting.

Jiang Fan used the most of his fingers, but the sweeping monk continued to use different skills, Shaolin seventy-two stunts continued to come out of his hands, every move reached the realm, no trace, easy to come, in terms of moves, Jiang Fan knew that he had lost, lost to the sweeping monk in front of him.

However, he himself is invincible, the sweeping monk sometimes slapped him with a palm, nothing happened, so that the sweeping monk was horrified, he didn't understand how the other party did it, he knew that with his own strength, even if the other party practiced some external skills to the transformation realm, and took his own blow, even if he was not injured, he would be seriously injured, and the other party had nothing to do at the moment.

A peerless skill like the Golden Bell Jar, when he practiced to the Transformation Realm, he might not be able to receive a blow from the sweeping monk, but Jiang Fan did it, he didn't defend at all, and he didn't use Ling Bo to dodge in microsteps, but honed the moves in his hand.

After fighting for a while, the sweeping monk also understood Jiang Fan's thoughts, the moves of the second kept coming out of his hands, every move was eye-catching, and the onlookers were more or less gained, Qiao Feng was already fascinated, and his mind was completely immersed in the moves of the two fighting.

One finger and one palm, swaying with your hands, every step of the way, has an unexpected effect.

Jiang Fan stopped suddenly, and the sweeping monk did not chase after him, he stopped and clasped his hands, staring at Jiang Fan tightly, since he had achieved great achievements, it was the first time he met someone who could fight head-on, Jiang Fan could be described as the first person, and the other party's age was very young, such a talent made him feel terrible.

"Who is the benefactor?" The sweeping monk couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Fan shook his head, "No one in this world can be my teacher." ”

Of course, no one knew that he was referring to this martial arts dimension, and they didn't know what it was referring to, but thinking about Jiang Fan's strength, there was indeed no one to be his master, such a character made them feel deeply powerless, and at a young age, they had such a martial arts cultivation.

"The donor is really talented, and his true qi is not strong, the strange thing is that the donor has saved no true qi in his body, but he can use his true qi." The sweeping monk was also curious about this.

Jiang Fan naturally did not explain to the other party, but in this battle, he got a revelation from the sweeping monk, that is, with the true qi as the foundation, tempered with the power of this dimension, to form a new gang qi, so that the mana in the body can swallow such gang qi at all times.

"What is the name of your true qi, I think it has been out of the category of true qi." Jiang Fan asked.

The sweeping monk did not hide it, and said simply and clearly, "Gangqi." ”

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