Most of the pills in the Baixiang Pavilion are sold to martial artists, and naturally there are also martial artists who want to test the effect of the pills, and even fight a fight.

Therefore, there are several martial arts arenas in the backyard of Baixiang Pavilion, and the two said that they wanted to have a fight, and the attendants of Baixiang Pavilion immediately arranged one.

Even the contract for the competition was prepared, and it was really thoughtful.

The two signed their names together, Chu Qianqiu wrote down [Wandai], and the little monk wrote down the four words "Shizun Rulai", and after the two finished writing their names, they glanced at each other.

You are really shameless, and you have my demeanor.

For a moment, the two sides were still a little sympathetic to each other.

After all, this was the first time Chu Qianqiu had met the children of the sect, and he was also a little excited in his heart.

The little monk looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his profound internal strength was in no way inferior to any master who had achieved great success, and even surpassed it.

Compared with this little monk, the Wudao people that Chu Qianqiu dealt with before, Wang Baichuan, that is, the local chicken tile dog, can be killed with one palm.

"The little monk deceived each other with false words, offended the donor, and was willing not to retreat or avoid, so that the donor had three moves."

"Ask the donor to help."

The little monk clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha Buddha with his mouth, if it weren't for the rogue face he saw just now, Chu Qianqiu thought that this was a certain eminent monk, and his face changed so quickly that it was amazing.

I have to say that this little monk looks very good, and he can compare with himself.

"Little monk, you want me to help you practice."

"The true qi of this golden bell jar is said to take a lot of tempering to reach a higher level, and you have been picking for so long just to find a suitable opponent."

Chu Qianqiu is not a mentally retarded villain, and he will lose his cool after threatening two sentences, but this little monk is really hateful, so let me know that the rivers and lakes are sinister.

"Amitabha, how can the little monk have such a despicable idea, the donor must have misunderstood the little monk."

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

The little monk called the Buddha again and again, but the smile on his face became thicker and thicker, and it was not easy to find a suitable peer to make him feel refreshed.

He came out of the Guangming Temple, his reputation has long been rotten, and now he has come to the countryside and met a young man who can give him a sense of crisis, which is not easy.

"Ask the donor to help."

"Then you're welcome."

Chu Qianqiu walked towards the little monk step by step, and the little monk's smile gradually solidified.

Step by step, condense the true qi!

With every step, Chu Qianqiu's momentum became stronger, and he could clearly feel that he had condensed his true qi in the palm of his hand, and this blow would not be merciless.

Very good, come on.

The pupils of the little monk burned with desire, and his whole body was bathed in golden light, if there was a martial arts master who saw it, he would be surprised, at this young age, he actually practiced the golden bell jar to the fourth layer, and it was already the stage of accumulating qi.

It is enough to be immune to most weapon damage, internal strength and external strength.

The little monk wants to eat you hard!

Big Monument Wrestler!

When the little monk emitted golden light, Chu Qianqiu also condensed his momentum to the peak, and it was at this time.

A thousand monuments are broken!

Triple strength!

Chu Qianqiu slapped his palm on the top of the little monk's head, and the energy of the triple helix slammed down from the bright head.

Without mercy!

Airplanes!

It was as if the temple bell had been struck with a hammer, and the buzzing sound continued!

The little monk's bald head was incredibly hard, even if a piece of granite was struck by Chu Qianqiu's palm, it was going to crack, and he was completely integrated, resisting the palm blow with the strength of his whole body!

The contest between the strength and the golden bell jar!

A competition of moves and hard skills!

The golden bell jar is like a powerful spring, which is about to rebound after being subjected to a huge external force!

Press it down!

The instructor once told Chu Qianqiu that if he encounters a master of hard skill cultivation, if he does not have true qi characteristics such as armor piercing, he must take a breath, fight to the end when it is most suitable, and press to the limit of his rebound before withdrawing, otherwise he will be borrowed to fight with strength.

Approaching the limit, Chu Qianqiu consumed this breath, and his meridians began to swell and ache.

The little monk's head was about to be raised.

Wish for the moon!

Fourth!

Airplanes!

The bell rang again.

The little monk was slapped into the green brick and fell to the ground!

The green bricks around are completely broken!

OK.

Chu Qianqiu hurriedly withdrew his hand and quickly retreated to prevent a rebound.

"Whew!"

"What a hard bell jar!" It's really a superb turtle shell.

"Okay, a lot of strength!"

The little monk was shocked inexplicably, he was a cultivator of Qi Dacheng, the fourth level of the Golden Bell Jar!

True Qi has already condensed the characteristic [Golden Bell Jar], and ordinary people will not even break the skin if they slash at their bodies with a sword.

If it is an ordinary person's qi storage master, in his eyes, he is no different from a local chicken tile dog, and it will be fine to stand and let them fight.

Unless it is a true qi with characteristics such as [Armor Breaking], [Shattering], [Defeat], or a martial artist who has practiced his moves to the realm of [Consummation] and can exert the [Mystery of Moves], he can pose a little threat to him.

But Chu Qianqiu didn't have these things.

He was very sure that Chu Qianqiu was just accumulating qi, and the internal strength of his cultivation was only the "Xuanyuan Gong" of the True Martial Sect, and he used the "Big Tablet Wrestler" of the Maha Temple.

The little monk has also practiced these martial arts, and it should be used as a reference.

There is also a senior brother in the Guangming Temple, who has trained the big stele wrestler to the realm of perfection, and can play the mystery of [strength], but it does not make him feel so terrible.

After thinking about it, the little monk only got one answer.

The other party's strength is very great, and it has almost broken the golden bell jar.

"The Buddha is above!"

"Donor, how many Yi Jin Pills and Pulp Cleansing Pills have you eaten!"

"The little monk is unbelievable!"

The little monk couldn't hold back, and the big brother stopped screaming.

It is true that forging the body is very beneficial, but the cultivation of internal strength itself is continuously enhancing the physical body, so compared to the degree of forging the body improved by the elixir, the investment is very uneconomical.

If you want to be so rich, why are you just accumulating gas now?

Isn't it better to invest in other aspects, and the cost performance?

"Little monk, I'm born with divine powers, can't I?" Chu Qianqiu said with a smile.

Those Yijin pills and marrow cleansing pills, he ate them as jelly beans, and now they have no effect, and basically the potential has been thoroughly tapped.

It is also a hole card that he has accumulated so far, and even the bald instructor has not received it.

This was able to almost break the defense of the golden bell jar with a big monument wrestler.

"The little monk just broke the verbal precepts, and asked the donor to forgive the sin." The little monk took two breaths and resumed his usual hippie smile, after all, compared to eating countless Yijin Pills and Purifying Pills, the innate divine power is indeed more worthy of belief.

Nothing to be afraid of.

He is just a small accumulation, and he has this innate divine power, just like the powerful demon god, the demon who destroys the Buddha, just to help me practice!

Between a breath and a breath, all the cracks in the golden bell jar have been repaired, and the golden light is sheng!

It seems that in this short fight, the little monk has become a little stronger.

"Please donor!"

The first hole card has been released, Chu Qianqiu finally understands the gap between himself and the sect, this little monk is just a genius of the local sect, if it is those real Tianjiao, the gap must be even greater.

But it doesn't matter, time is on my side.

You want to use me as a whetstone.

Sorry, I had that idea too.

Suck the real worm, it's your turn.

Silkworm spinning!