In Kongwen's heart, Meng Xiuyuan was a little young and frivolous.

It's just that he didn't expect Meng Xiuyuan to be so crazy.

"Meng Shaoxia, are you really sure? The competition of internal forces can be very dangerous, and there is no way to fake it. Kong Wen took into account the reputation of Shaolin, and couldn't help but ask.

After all, letting Meng Xiuyuan compete with the three major monks of Shaolin Temple for internal strength, it really seems a bit despicable to say that Shaolin Temple.

Internal force, you practice one point and save one point, and it is almost difficult to take advantage of it.

The three monks are now almost in their sixties, and they have been worshiping the Shaolin Temple since they were young, and each of them has cultivated their internal strength for more than 50 years.

Moreover, they are in a high position in Shaolin, and they practice the top exercises of Buddhism, and their internal skills are much deeper than ordinary people.

Through the swordsmanship and palm skills that Meng Xiuyuan used before, it can be seen that Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength is very good, and he has the capital to be proud of. But no matter how empty the news speculated, it was hard to imagine that Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength would be higher than the three of them.

After all, even if Meng Xiuyuan started practicing from his mother's womb, it was only sixteen or seventeen years, how could he compare to them, let alone let the three of them go together.

Hearing that Meng Xiuyuan said that he was going to compete for internal strength, he felt that he had the chance to win, so he simply wanted to show the demeanor of Shaolin Temple, so he said:

"Meng Shaoxia, it is still the poor monk who took advantage of you. However, the whereabouts of the villain Xie Xun, my Shaolin Temple really can't let go.

In this way, the poor monk alone will compete with you for internal strength.

As long as you win the poor monk, you will admit defeat on behalf of the Shaolin Temple. ”

Meng Xiuyuan shook his head helplessly, and stretched out his palm to Kongwen and said:

"I don't care if you are happy. Please. ”

Seeing this, Kong Wen shook his robe, stretched out his thin and old hand, and gently landed on Meng Xiuyuan's hand.

The silent competition began from here.

In the entire hall, almost everyone looked at Meng Xiuyuan and Kong Wen, curious about who could win a point in this battle of internal strength, the famous Shaolin abbot and the mysterious Wudang master.

Only the people of the Wudang faction already knew the result when they agreed to compete in internal strength.

Sure enough, in just a few breaths, Kongwen's face began to quickly turn pale, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his cheeks, and a straight white smoke appeared above his head, straight above the main hall.

"Senior brother?!" Seeing Kong Wen's performance like this, Kong Zhi naturally knew that he had fallen behind at this time, and he was very surprised in his heart.

suppressed the senior brother in charge in such a short time, how high is this Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength?

Kong Zhi didn't have time to think about it, seeing that Kong Wen's body had begun to tremble, he couldn't hesitate any longer.

"Senior brother, live with me, senior brother!" As he spoke, he put his right palm on Kongwen's back.

"Oh, brother, I'm here!" Emptiness heard this and hurriedly did so.

Suddenly, the form changed to Meng Xiuyuan fighting three gods and monks with one enemy and three monks.

Feeling the two true qi of the same root and origin and mellow strength coming from behind, Kong Wen finally took a breath and felt a lot more relaxed.

But at the same time, his heart became more and more depressed.

With the help of two juniors and disciples, even if he can defeat Meng Xiuyuan in the end, it will be his Shaolin Temple that has reversed itself. At that time, not only will you lose face, but the outcome of the bet will definitely be entangled.

Although he was still fighting at this time, he was planning in his heart, how to explain his behavior later.

It's just that soon, he no longer dares to be distracted. Because of the empty news, even if the two juniors and disciples help each other, it seems that they do not have any advantage in the competition of internal forces.

Meng Xiuyuan's internal force sent by himself actually suppressed the three of them together, making them more and more passive.

Kong Wen raised his head and glanced at Meng Xiuyuan in disbelief. At the same time, many things that I didn't understand just now suddenly have reasonable explanations.

"Meng Shaoxia, it should be the reincarnation of a celestial...... Kongwen squeezed out a voice from between his teeth with difficulty.

"The monk praised it falsely." Meng Xiuyuan's expression was still indifferent, but the output of the internal force in his palm became more and more serious.

Then, within a few breaths, the bodies of the three monks began to tremble in unison, beads of sweat the size of beans splashed the tiles under their feet, and the three pillars of white smoke above their heads went straight up, like three chimneys.

"Master Kongwen, don't insist any longer, your body can't bear it anymore." Meng Xiuyuan spoke and persuaded.

Although the total strength of the three monks adds up to one hundred and fifty years, their internal strength is not just counting, but also has the influence of many other conditions.

For example, the true qi of the three divine monks is far inferior to Meng Xiuyuan's purity, and it is much worse in terms of quality. Moreover, although the cultivation of the three people is all the internal strength of the Buddhist family and the same ancestry, after all, the true qi cultivated by each person is different, and it is indeed not easy to gather the true qi of the three people all the way to jointly resist the strong enemy of Meng Xiuyuan.

The most important thing is that due to the weakness of the three monks, the internal forces of both sides are almost all based on Kongwen's body, so it doesn't take long for Kongwen's meridians to withstand it.

It's just that even so, Kongwen is still unwilling to admit defeat.

Because even if you don't talk about Xie Xun, just talking about the issue of face is a hurdle that you can't get over.

Going back on his word, bullying the little with the more, bullying the small with the big, all such shameless things have been done, if he still loses to Meng Xiuyuan, then the last bit of face of the Shaolin Temple will be thrown on the ground.

Therefore, although Kong Wen knew that the odds of winning were not great, and he also knew that in a few moments, he would not be able to escape the fate of dying in the future, but the word "admitting defeat" really weighed more than a thousand catties, and he couldn't say anything.

Meng Xiuyuan naturally couldn't let the Shaolin abbot die in his hands like this, otherwise the feud between Shaolin and Wudang would really be big.

Helpless, he had to snort lightly, and instantly burst out with all his strength to shake the three of them away.

Just listen to "Go!" With a bang, the three monks flew out in response, and fell to the ground in unison, unable to move up and down. It was still a few disciples of the Yuanzi generation who hurriedly stepped forward to help, and only then did they barely stand up.

"Just now the situation forced me to offend a lot, and I hope the three monks will forgive me." Meng Xiuyuan bowed sincerely.

Although his hand saved Kongwen's life, he also threw the faces of the three monks to the ground, and he was so broken that he couldn't pick them up.

Emptiness and emptiness are disordered, and although they are angry, they can't say a word. Only Kongwen's skill was superior, he barely adjusted his breathing, and said weakly:

"It doesn't have to be like this, Meng Shaoxia's magic skills are world-famous, I'm Shaolin, admit defeat."

How could the empty city government not imagine that in such a situation now, the word admitting defeat is still said in person, which makes it more open.

"Thank you, Monk." Meng Xiuyuan clenched his fist towards Kongwen, then ignored him, and turned to look at the others in the hall and said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, who else would like to come forward and advise? I, Meng Xiuyuan, am happy to accompany me! ”

He said this quite lightly before, until the last four words "willing to accompany", but he had already used internal force.

The sound was not loud, but it shocked everyone present.