This is a collision of direct force and potential, and there is not only smoke and dust around the two palms, but even the breath is blurred.

The wind, sand and snow swept into the surroundings, bringing a terrifying oppressive force.

The soldiers who were crowded at the head of the wall were frightened to fall off the wall, and the military attachés who were still in the courtyard all turned over and jumped out of the wall, feeling as if they would be crushed if they stayed here.

There is also an illusion that the entire Xiangshan Zen Temple is slightly vibrating.

Only Duan Silie resisted the fear in his consciousness, his feet seemed to be rooted in the earth, and he stood in place and refused to move.

Inside and outside the Monastery, whether it was some soldiers and horses on the periphery, or unwittingly detained pilgrims, or the monks in the original monastery, they could all feel the vibration that did not come from the body at this moment.

It's not that ordinary people don't have perceptions outside the body, but many times they are too weak and too easily influenced by other things.

But at this moment, everyone in the Xiangshan Zen Temple was in turmoil and looked stunned, although they didn't know what was happening, they knew that something must have happened.

Although the movement in the courtyard was large, it did not last long.

There were many heads popping up on the wall, and the military attachés who had just escaped also came in one after another, while Duan Silie stared at the middle of the field without blinking.

At this moment, the unable monk and Yi Shuyuan stood opposite each other, and their palms touched together without any other movements.

The two-zhang square ground near the feet of the two men was funnel-shaped, and the lowest point had sunk more than two feet, and less than half of the broken bluestone bricks remained.

The snowflakes in the sky fell one after another, and when they fell near the monk, they had melted before they landed, as if he was a humanoid furnace himself.

And Long Feiyang was obviously in contact with the Unable Monk, but the snowflakes could fall to the ground beside Long Feiyang without hindrance, and even fell on his head and body.

The monk's eyes were bloodshot, his breath was unstable, and he slowly withdrew his hand with an irrepressible tremor, and bent down to salute the warrior in front of him with his hands folded.

"Thank you for the teachings of the predecessors, Ding Feixiong has this battle, this life is enough, the martial arts of the predecessors are shocking, and the true qi is even more unfathomable, I am afraid that there is no opponent in this world."

There was gratitude in his voice, and there was also a bit of inexplicable emotion, the monk only felt that he still had a dragon predecessor to give a defeat, so what about the dragon predecessor himself?

Thirty moves, one move is a lot, one move is not much, whether it is from the process of the competition or the result, the senior in front of him is too much to beat, and he can't consciously or even force the other party to use all his strength.

The martial arts of this dragon predecessor have reached an unbelievable realm, this is not a competition at all, but the final guidance!

Discuss the Tao with martial arts, so that at the last moment, you can also listen to the "martial arts scriptures"!

It wasn't until this moment, until they heard what the monk couldn't say, and everyone who was still in a trance did everyone understand that the victory and defeat had been decided.

Although the results have been foreseen from the previous process.

But the last palm is really terrifying, and everyone can't be blamed for mentioning their hearts, and it is not until this moment that it can be confirmed that Long Daxia has won!

But at this time, the body of the lawless monk seems to be constantly rising, even if the competition has ended, it has always been depressing.

Yi Shuyuan withdrew his hand, calmly looked at the unable monk, and spoke with regret and emotion.

"Master, what's the matter!"

Unable to make the last move of the monk, at the cost of self-abandoning martial arts, he strengthened his true qi, and only then did he get a palm that was evenly matched with Yi Shuyuan.

At this moment, the heat of the monk's body like a furnace is just the last afterglow of his life's martial arts.

This power is still there, so the heat rises, and after a while, the power will start to dissipate, and the heat will weaken.

The monk is very open, and at this moment, the meridians are tingling, but he can smile again.

"The poor monk can fight with his predecessors, if he doesn't do everything, won't he leave regrets in vain?"

Yi Shuyuan took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and pointed at a few of the monk's big acupoints, and a stream of true qi integrated into the other party's body and swam around the meridians, quickly dissipating the heat in his body to the outside of his body.

After the true qi swam around, it also dispersed out of the body together, but there was a wisp of qi that walked towards the dantian to eliminate the invisible.

The sensation of thermal transpiration also quickly weakened.

The monk's face suddenly showed a little relaxation, he couldn't feel any other abnormalities, and his body was even more empty, no longer had a strong innate true qi, and there was no longer a stinging pain in the meridians.

"Although you have dispersed your martial arts, Long doesn't want you to become a wasted person."

Hearing Yi Shuyuan's words, the monk's face showed gratitude.

"Thank you seniors for your mercy!"

In that state just now, I am afraid that the meridians will also break after dispersing the exercises, and I may not be able to take care of myself in daily life at that time, but now at least one body is still there, much stronger than ordinary people.

Yi Shuyuan and the Unable Monk both left the big pit and walked towards the military attachés over there.

All of them had complicated faces, but many of them were also inexplicably relieved.

Facing the two people who came over, Zou Jie took the first step and saluted, and the rest of the military attachés also saluted the two innate martial artists with a little excitement, even though they all knew that the martial arts of the monk could not be abolished.

Among them, the most excited was naturally Duan Silie, and it was both an honor and a great gain to be able to witness the duel between the innate masters.

In the distance, near the arch of the inner wall of the temple, Shi Sheng and the ash on his shoulders hid here to watch.

Although the duel was over, Shi Sheng couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"Ash, senior, martial arts are so powerful? Can you ask that friend of Master's to teach me martial arts as well? ”

Gray Mian knocked Shi Sheng's brain with his paw.

"Little fool, Long Feiyang was changed by your master!"

"Huh?"

"Shh

"Oh!"

Gray Mian knows that multiple changes can not only make Mr. Hongchen melt into Hongchen, comprehend various mystical ways with various changes, and integrate into various stories with various identities.

It is also a hidden guarantee, if you need to do something inconvenient for yourself in the future, you can get rid of it by changing to another identity.

Therefore, it is not easy for people to know the way of change.

But the closest ones are, of course, fine.

At the top of a large tree in the courtyard at the other end, Monk Zhaoli also stood on the treetop looking out into the front yard.

From the beginning of the battle between Duan Silie and the Unable Monk, to the final battle between Long Feiyang and the Unable Monk, Monk Zhaoli did not miss the slightest excitement.

At this moment, the shock in the heart of Monk Zhaoli is incomprehensible.

That kind of power just now, I actually made myself feel fear! A mortal warrior can be so strong?

I'm afraid it's really like what Long Feiyang said, even if it is a demon or a monster, it can be killed, right? ——

Now, naturally, there will be no one in the Xiangshan Zen Temple who is no longer embarrassed and unable to be a monk.

Duan Silie's excitement didn't matter for a while, the others, as the military attaches of Dayong, also wanted to get to know the peerless masters of the innate realm like Long Feiyang, and they also raised their respect for the monks.

It's just that when the two innate masters came over, the only ones who could really speak were Duan Silie and Zou Jie, the governor of the capital.

"Long Daxia, Zou Jie's courtesy!"

"The Metropolitan Governor is polite!"

Yi Shuyuan returned the salute and stepped out of the way, Zou Jie understood what he meant, and solemnly bowed to the unable monk.

"Master Can't, believe it or not, Zou didn't mean to embarrass you, let alone excuse himself, so far, I can only guarantee that I will explain it clearly for you in front of the emperor and fight for you!"

"The Metropolitan Governor doesn't have to blame himself, the poor monk has no regrets!"

The monk said and looked at Duan Silie.

"General Duan, your spear has been destroyed, and the string of Buddhist beads of the poor monk is a black iron made of the magic weapons of the masters of Nanyan and the Northwest countries, and the essence of the forging is sent to you to cast the blade."

Duan Silie was about to thank him, but saw the monk continue to speak.

"Although the Guiyuan Dan is gone, the poor monk will write the Guiyuan Gong silently and send it to the general of course The general has the guidance of the dragon seniors, and this skill can only be used as a reference!"

"Long is not a guide, he just taught him the method of forging his body."

Duan Silie was so excited that he thanked the monk with a Buddha salute.

"Thank you, Master!"

This kind of reward is envied by others, and naturally no one has any opinions.

Yi Shuyuan looked at Duan Silie, had no extra words, left a sentence of "good kung fu", and turned to leave.

"Senior Dragon, where are you going?"

Duan Silie obviously still has a lot to say to his seniors, afraid that he will disappear again.

Yi Shuyuan turned to look behind him, glanced at everyone and said with a smile.

"Originally, I made an appointment to meet with old friends, but now I naturally go to the appointment, I think Mr. Yi should be able to regain his freedom, right?"

The old governor hurriedly replied.

"That's nature!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded, strode towards the direction of the backyard, and the soldiers gave way one after another, and when he passed through the arch and passed by Shi Sheng, the little guy looked strange and twisted.

"Dragon, dragon hero is good."

"Hahahahaha."

Yi Shuyuan laughed when he heard this, bent down and picked up Shi Sheng, and strode away.

At the end of the front yard in the distance, whether it was a monk or a group of military attachés, they all looked at Long Feiyang's back.

"It's really a strange person in the rivers and lakes!"

The muttering words of the monk who can't be a monk are also the feelings of the people around him.

Near the monk's house in the backyard, the place where Yi Shuyuan lived had long been unattended, and when he walked to the front of the house, he could vaguely hear the even breathing in his sleep in the room.

However, Yi Shuyuan did not enter immediately, but turned his head to look to the side.

Monk Zhaoli, who had used the trick to cover his eyes, suddenly jumped in his heart, and felt that he was being seen through, and he flew away almost immediately.

It wasn't until this moment that the cast gaze returned to the front of the door, and Monk Teruri also understood that he had indeed been seen through.

"Squeak~"

Yi Shuyuan opened the door and went in, and when the door was closed, Shi Sheng couldn't suppress his excitement and immediately spoke.

"I want to learn, I want to learn, Master, I also want to learn martial arts!"

"Hehe, if you're not tired, then learn!"

Yi Shuyuan had no opinion on this, and Gray Mian was already snickering on Shi Sheng's shoulder, this little guy is simply asking for his own hardship, and the immortal law has not been repaired yet.

Hearing the laughter of the gray man, Shi Sheng regretted it a little, but he still wanted to learn.

——

Later that day, a letter written by Zou Jie, the governor of the Northwest, was sent to Chengtianfu in an expedited manner.

The letter passed through various post stations through the official road, and the people and horses were constantly changed day and night, and nine days later the text had arrived in the capital.

As soon as Song Wen was sent to Chengtian Mansion, Fu Zai, who knew that he had a lot of involvement, came to meet the saint together with the military department Shangshu.

In the imperial study in the afternoon, the emperor of Dayong read the content of the text carefully, and the cover was tightly grasped.

"Nan Yan carefully drew the terrain of my Dayong border pass, and it can't start a war yet, and it can't be time yet."

The flooding of the grain-producing plain of Changfeng Mansion was almost equivalent to a stab in the emperor's heart, and it greatly affected the rest of the national policies, but even so, the emperor still stabilized his mentality and slowly governed the country.

The evidence is conclusive, but the emperor can only suppress his anger, he knows that the people's livelihood has not recovered, the military governance is not good, the armament is insufficient, and the grain and grass are not abundant, that is, the granaries everywhere are dissatisfied, and they can't withstand the war.

"Although we can't start a war, we have to guard against it, and we need to send soldiers to the northwest to ensure that the armament is complete! I want Nan Yan to know that I am war-weary but not afraid of war! ”

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

"Stand down!"

The two ministers glanced at each other and bowed and retired.

"Yes! Wait for the resignation! ”

The emperor's gaze fell on the second half of the text again, and he also felt emotion in his heart, and he was even more joyful.

"If you can't be a monk, let him be allowed to become a monk with peace of mind."

As he spoke, the Emperor looked to his side.

"Liangxi, send a henchman to Suzhou as soon as possible, in addition to rewarding relevant people, etc. If Mr. Yi is still here, be sure to keep him for me, and it is best to 'persuade' him to come to the capital! ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Liangxi knew the emperor's heart very well, and retreated after saluting.

And the emperor also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and was glad that Yi Shuyuan, who had not heard from him for many years, was fine.

Second, the northwest of the fine work is not small, Mr. Yi and his friend Long Feiyang appeared there together, and happened to collide with the fine work and the monk who could not be reached, I'm afraid it's not a coincidence!

It can only be said that although the strange man is not in the court, he still cares about the great Yong society!

However, with a near-invincible master like Long Feiyang, I am afraid that I can't forcibly persuade people to come to Beijing

(End of chapter)