Zhou Qilang closed his eyes tightly, and the cultivation method of "binding the dragon hand" appeared in his mind, and after a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled lightly, his black eyes were full of thought.

After all, the "Dragon Binding Hand" is too famous in the classics, so even Zhou Qilang didn't dare to be too careless, but thought about those cultivation methods several times before starting to cultivate.

Zhou Qilang sat cross-legged, his hands together, his fingertips wrapped into a rather peculiar knot, his heart moved, only to see the pale golden light on the surface of his body flickering, and a trace of golden spiritual power began to linger in his palm.

The pale golden spiritual power is like a golden snake, accompanied by the change of Zhou Qilang's seal, constantly twisting in his palm, faintly looking, as if it is gradually forming a golden light seal.

Click.

However, the condensation of this light seal is obviously not easy, so before the seal is solidified, a subtle sound comes out, and the entangled pale golden spiritual power is shattered away.

Zhou Qilang didn't mind this first failure, if this "Dragon Binding" could succeed in cultivation so easily, he wouldn't have been so interested.

Slightly restraining his mind, Zhou Qilang started again.

Click.

Fail.

Click.

Failed again.

Time passed rapidly, but Zhou Qilang was tirelessly cultivating again and again, and his hands were also sealed from jerky at the beginning, gradually becoming proficient, and the condensation speed of spiritual power was also becoming more and more rapid.

The slender hands, like butterflies wearing flowers, changed the arc, in the palm of the hand, the pale golden spiritual power was distorted, and the golden light mark had become much clearer, faintly, as if there was a kind of majestic fluctuation emanating from it.

Zhou Qilang's eyes were firmly fixed on the golden light seal that was about to take shape, but his mind was tense to the extreme, he had failed in this last step too many times before.

Zhou Qilang's fingertips changed again, and a trace of pale golden spiritual power flowed into the golden light seal.

Airplanes!

The golden light seal suddenly trembled at this time, and there was a buzzing sound coming out, and then the golden light began to converge, and finally directly turned into a golden light seal, which was slowly printed in Zhou Qilang's palm.

And when that light seal was imprinted on Zhou Qilang's palm, his whole body suddenly tensed, because the next step was the most dangerous step, and the scriptures recorded that when some monks practiced this exercise, it was at this step that the meridians were shattered.

Rumble!

The light seal was imprinted in the palm of his hand, and soon, Zhou Qilang noticed that an extremely violent fluctuation erupted from the light seal, and then followed the palm meridians, frantically pouring into his body.

It was as if it was about to destroy all the meridians along the way.

"Buzz!"

But fortunately, Zhou Qilang had already prepared, and the red blood droplets in the sea of qi rumbled out at this time, and then collided with the self-violent fluctuations.

A low humming sound seemed to erupt in Zhou Qilang's body.

The fluctuation from the "Dragon Binder", the abnormal rage, like a beast, impacted the blocked blood-colored spiritual power, trying to destroy it all.

But that unpredictable flesh power was obviously not as easy to deal with as it imagined.

In the face of that kind of violent impact, the blood qi spiritual power also completely revealed its domineering nature, and resisted that kind of impact with an extremely tough oppressive posture.

Boom.

The impact continued, but Zhou Qilang didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead, if he couldn't resist it at this time, then he would probably be hit hard.

The spiritual power in the sea of qi was exhausted by Zhou Qilang, and as he tried his best to resist, that kind of impact lasted for about ten minutes, and finally began to gradually weaken.

And when Zhou Qilang noticed that the impact had completely disappeared, his tense body suddenly softened, his clothes wet with sweat, and his mouth kept panting.

However, although his body was extremely tired, Zhou Qilang's eyes were full of excitement, and he opened his right hand tremblingly slightly, only to see that between his palms, there was a majestic golden seal inscription.

"Did it work?"

Zhou Qilang looked at the golden seal inscription in his palm, and a smile like relief finally spread from the corner of his mouth.

He was eager to test the power of this "dragon binding" at the moment.

"Just tomorrow. Zhou Qilang lowered his eyebrows and chuckled, looking at the golden mark on the palm of his hand, tomorrow's martial arts competition, it depends on the effect of this palm at the last moment, will it provoke the whole temple to exclaim?

"Will anyone recognize this dragon binding hand?" Zhou Qilang frowned suddenly, as if he had encountered another problem, but after thinking about it, he gave Xuanzhen Temple such a big favor today, so that no one would want to harm him secretly, so the Xuanqing host would not sit idly by, it seems that the Xuanqing host still has many secrets that he has not yet told.

Huhuhu-

Snoring fell asleep and didn't say anything all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Qilang got up early and consolidated his realm in the meditation room that he had been constantly improving in the past few days and laid a solid foundation. Although I had achieved the most extreme basic cultivation before, it seemed that I still needed to consolidate it again.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi"

Panicked shouts, a little novice wearing a gray monk's robe, it was the little fat novice, who rushed in in a panic at the moment, saw Zhou Qilang meditating, and didn't dare to come in at the door for a while, and seemed to have something, and turned around in a hurry.

After half a moment, Zhou Qilang woke up from the artistic conception of cultivation, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the innocent little novice at the door.

"Zhencong, why are you here?" Zhou Qilang got up and greeted Zhencong's little novice, who was only eight or nine years old, and he was still very immature, but Zhou Qilang was familiar with these little novices on weekdays.

"Uncle Shi, it's not good, it's not good, Uncle Martial Arts has brought more than a dozen people to you in the Shangwu Hall to test by name!" Zhen Cong hurriedly took the cup of tea handed over by Zhou Qilang, poured it and drank it, he also trotted all the way from the Shangwu Palace, and he was still panting.

"Well, don't rush, speak slowly. Zhou Qilang patted his head and said with a soft chuckle.

"Uncle Jiewu took more than a dozen uncles from the Shangwu Hall to set up a formation in the Shangwu Palace, and asked Uncle Shi to go to the competition, saying that you know, and saying that if you don't come, you can pack up and go down the mountain by yourself, don't lose the face of the Xuanzhen Temple, he said so. Zhencong's eyes were hot, and he stared greedily at some nuts on the sandalwood table, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and said roughly from beginning to end.

Zhou Qilang crossed his arms and glanced at the blue sky outside the wooden door a few times, and a few sycamore leaves fell, and this moment was still here.

"Uncle Shi will come here when he goes, you eat these here, shhh, don't tell other brothers that you eat this here. Zhou Qilang bent down and rubbed Zhen Cong's smooth head, and said with a smile.

"Yes. Zhencong nodded vigorously and smiled, reached out and grabbed those nuts and ate them by himself, eating it was joy.

Zhou Qilang walked out of the meditation room, step by step towards the Shangwu Palace, on the way inevitably bumped into some talking monks, said Buddha salutes, and then continued to walk calmly towards the Shangwu Palace.

When the blazing sunlight sprinkled on the Shangwu Palace, there were gradually signs of boiling in the Shangwu Palace.

Although Xuanzhen Temple is a large Buddhist temple, it is divided into two forces, one is a martial monk, respecting the Bodhidharma Patriarch, and the other is these ordinary monks who have not been in the temple for a long time, respecting the Buddhas from all walks of life, and there is not much power in the temple.

There is often friction between the two forces, and there is quite a distorted competition, but I have to say that everything has to grow only with competition, so in recent years, ordinary monks have produced many outstanding monks who have entered the Shangwu Palace.

In the Shangwu Palace, there is a vast field, the venue is similar to the gladiatorial arena, and the Shangwu Hall at this moment has gathered two groups of people.

All kinds of conversations, whispers converged.

In the huge field, there were a large number of people, but they were clearly divided into two parts, and it was the warrior monks of the Shangwu Hall with more than a dozen people and the small and arrogantly independent people on the opposite side.

"Why do these warrior monks in the Shangwu Hall always make trouble for our monks who have just entered the temple? Aren't you from the same temple?"

"You don't understand, this is the obscure rules of the temple, which can promote the sense of struggle of the newcomers, strive to enter the Shangwu Palace, and expand the new force of our temple. ”

In the group of dozens of gray-robed monks gathered in the east, some monks were talking to each other, but when they heard the words, they pouted and said, "These bald heads in the Shangwu Hall are all causing trouble. ”

The new teachers and nephews around the temple heard the little master of the abstinence call the menacing warrior monks of the martial arts hall opposite, and they were not shocked and felt a toothache, sure enough, the little uncle is not disgraceful, although he is only half a person tall, but everyone knows that this little uncle is the strength of the eighth layer of condensation!

That was the existence of the invincible hand of these warrior monks who had fought all over the Shangwu Palace, so he came over to help today.

The dozen or so warrior monks of the Shangwu Hall over there all looked at the half-human-high ring color with low eyebrows and hatred, as if they could still think of the majesty of the little figure who stepped on the Shangwu Fist Town Dharma before!

"Senior Brother Jiewu, Senior Brother Jiexue is over there, I'm afraid" The yellow-faced and thin-skinned Jiewu was stunned in the pile of warrior monks, and muttered in the ear of the Jiewu at the front with low eyebrows.

Jiewu stared at Jiese on the opposite side, and raised his voice with frost on his face: "Senior Brother Jiese, do you want to interfere in today's affairs?"

"Of course, I haven't been active for a long time, why don't we make a move first?" Jie Se looked excited and eager to try, and rolled up his sleeve robe and was about to come over.

"Senior Brother Jiese, you have condensed your qi at the eighth level, what is it better than? Today, Senior Brother Jiewu is going to have a fight with that Senior Brother of Jiekong, you are still" Jiexue muttered, but the more he spoke, the lower his voice became, because when he saw the eyes of the senior brother who had Jiese, he had a faint smile from beginning to end.

Although he is still a child, but it makes the martial monks of the Shangwu Hall touch their heads, and they dare not come out one by one, and the strength of the eighth layer of condensation is placed in the pile of those teachers and brothers in the Shangwu Palace, they are all top-ranked demons, not to mention that he is still a seven-year-old child.

"What's the matter, junior brother, what else do you want to say?" Jie Se looked at the yellow face with thin muscles and a black mole at the corner of his mouth trembling rather jokingly.

Jiewu raised his hand and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Jiese, if you meddle in your affairs today, I'm afraid you won't be able to talk about it, don't forget that this is the Shangwu Palace!"

"Hehe, what's wrong with the Shangwu Palace? Jie Se muttered and inserted his waist, quite like a little adult.

Jiewu didn't bother to reason with him, raised his eyebrows and looked at the group of monks opposite, as if he didn't see the junior disciple of Jiekong.

"Hehe, is this a scared battle and hiding? Haha, it's okay, pack up and go home as soon as possible, do you still need a newcomer in the temple? Carry water or chop wood? Do you want to help us wash our underwear?"

Although those new monks who entered the temple were not the parties concerned, they were also quite angry, and the warrior monks of the Shangwu Hall deceived people too much, and even mocked the new monks and brothers in front of them.

"It's so hateful! Anyway, they are also brothers in the same sect, and they actually joke about us like this. ”

"I thought that Xuanzhen Temple was a quiet place, but it turned out to be such a force in the rivers and lakes. ”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the monks who had just entered the temple were quite excited, but the warrior monks on the opposite side looked like they didn't care about the excitement and didn't care at all.

"Hey, the junior brother of the martial arts won't really be a turtle with a shrunken head, right? Didn't you still carry water a few days ago?" The ugly face of the martial monks caused a group of ridiculed reactions.

"Carrying water, I think this generation is carrying water, haha"

"That's it, it's really embarrassing, I would have gone home a long time ago, and I still want to enter the temple to practice, ridiculous!" The fat monk squeezed out of the crowd with a big belly and echoed.

Just when the new monk who entered the temple here was anxious and his ears were red, and the warrior monk over there was laughing very strongly, a backlit figure appeared not far away.

The figure is not strong or martial, there is a bit of calmness, strolling posture, but the backlit scene, but the hearts of the monks are Lingran, the figure is like bathed in golden light, just like the posture of the gods and Buddhas in their hearts, and the artistic conception is far-reaching.

Zhou Qilang carried the golden light of the scorching sun on his back, and faced the stunned gaze of everyone step by step to ascend the Shangwu Palace, the breeze swinged up the hem of his clothes, his clothes fluttered, and his long hair flew wantonly with the wind.

Click-click-click

Every step fell very solidly, with a flat smile, he looked at the most current martial arts, folded his hands and held the Buddha ceremony and said indifferently: "I have seen all the senior brothers, senior brothers of martial arts, senior brothers are late." ”

Boom!

It wasn't who ran over and rang the bell, and a crisp bell suddenly rang out, which lifted the spirits of many students.