"You have reached such a level of training in Boy's Kung Fu and Golden Bell Mask, and you actually cultivated a golden elixir?"

Tang Jie was shocked to the extreme, but he suppressed his emotions and began to actively gather Jin Zhong Gang Qi, gathering the pure Yang child Qi in his body, so that the golden elixir continued to solidify.

As time passed by, the golden elixir in Tang Jie's body was completely solidified.

The golden elixir is suspended in Tang Jie's dantian. It is only the size of the tip of a thumb. It is perfectly round, shining with golden light, and exudes a scorching texture, just like a small sun!

"It's strange...it doesn't seem to be the same species as the golden elixir of the immortal cultivator."

After completely condensing into a golden elixir, Tang Jie frowned because he felt it carefully and found that his golden elixir was completely different from the descriptions of immortal cultivators' golden elixirs he had read in books.

The golden elixir of the immortal cultivator will always emit a force to warm the body of the immortal cultivator, causing its lifespan to decay slowly and increase its longevity. Any immortal cultivator in the golden elixir realm has a life span of five hundred years.

But Tang Jie's golden elixir didn't have this feeling. Not only that, Tang Jie felt that the quality of this golden elixir was not high, it was a bit weak, and it seemed to spread easily. It was better to say that it was a golden elixir, rather than a similar existence.

Not as high quality as Golden elixir!

"It's better to say it's a golden elixir than a fake elixir..."

Tang Jie thought to himself that the quality of the golden elixir he had condensed was not as good as that of a real powerful golden elixir. It might be called a fake elixir. The root cause of this situation was that Tang Jie felt that his cultivation was not enough.

But even so, the power of this golden elixir is amazing.

"Boom!"

Tang Jie's thoughts moved slightly, and a surging force was released, shaking the rocks within a radius of twenty meters and shattering them into powder.

The first is Tang Jie's internal strength cultivation. With the increase of Chunyang Golden Pill, the power of the three major magical arts he has mastered has more than doubled!

You must know that to reach Tang Jie's level, a 10% difference in skill is already a huge gap, let alone doubling it!

"Boom! Boom!"

Tang Jie stood up and continued to strike the void in front of him with his fists, palms and claws. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye. Every blow made the void seem to explode, making a loud noise.

Condensing this golden elixir, Tang Jie's physical abilities have also been comprehensively increased. Every punch and kick is like a volcano erupting, full of heavy feeling, and he can easily smash tens of thousands of kilograms of boulders into powder!

"This pseudo-golden elixir, let's call it the Pure Yang Golden elixir. It is a condensed existence dominated by pure Yang energy. It has increased my strength several times!"

Tang Jie's eyes flashed with light as he condensed this Pure Yang Golden Pill, causing Tang Jie's strength to undergo earth-shaking changes.

"There is indeed a higher realm than Grandmaster Gangjin. Let's call this realm the martial arts golden elixir realm for the time being! I am just a fake elixir realm now!"

At the same time, Tang Jie understands that there is a higher realm above the martial arts grand master, which is similar to the golden elixir realm of martial arts cultivators!

Today's Tang Jie's cultivation is far from reaching the realm of martial arts golden elixir. It is a pseudo elixir condensed by the pure Yang Qi and the Jin Zhong Gang Qi of the eleventh level. But Tang Jie believes that it won't be long before he can

Will truly be promoted to this higher realm of martial arts and golden elixir!

"It's time to leave, let's see how strong this legendary Moro can be!"

This retreat took more than two months, and Tang Jie decided to go to Songshan Mountain to keep an appointment and fight Moro.

"call!"

Tang Jie jumped directly from the Sunset Peak, which was more than 4,000 meters high.

The pure Yang golden elixir in his body released a pure force. Tang Jie's body was as light as a feather, as if he was flying in the air, with the wind blowing by his ears!

Tang Jie saw a wild goose spreading its wings below. Tang Jie used his strength and stepped on its back with the sole of his foot. His body once again flew up to a height of a hundred feet, gliding away into the distance. The wild goose vibrated its wings, not even the slightest movement.

I didn’t feel that someone had just stepped on its back!

This kind of light skill is beyond ordinary people's imagination, it's like flying!

"Are you going to Songshan Mountain?" Tang Jie returned to Wushuang City, Bai Fenghua, and Tang Tianhao understood that Tang Jie was going to Songshan Mountain to fight.

Tang Tianhao and Bai Fenghua were very worried and wanted to go to Songshan together.

As for Bai Yuanhua, because he is the lord of Wushuang City, he cannot leave at will, so he can only give up.

"Brother Tang, what are your chances of winning this battle?" Bai Fenghua asked worriedly on the way.

"Fight with all your strength."

Tang Jie shook his head and said, having never seen Moro's strength, it was naturally impossible for Tang Jie to estimate his chances of winning against Moro.

But now Tang Jie's state has reached its peak. He believes that even if he faces a strong man like Moro, who reached the realm of martial arts master a hundred years ago, his chances of winning are not small!

As for whether Moro has reached the golden elixir realm of martial arts? There is no need to think too much about this, it is almost impossible.

The reason is very simple. Moro regarded Tang Jie as an equal opponent, so he left him a letter and agreed to fight in Songshan.

If Moro was in the golden elixir realm of martial arts, how could he invite Tang Jie to fight so solemnly? After all, they are not on the same level, so it doesn’t have to be like this!

Therefore, Moro himself is most likely a martial arts master and has not entered the golden elixir realm of martial arts!

Songshan, this is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. This place was once the Taishan Beidou of Wulin and the location of Shaolin Temple. In the past, Songshan was extremely quiet.

But now, there are an endless stream of tourists in Songshan Mountain every day, some of whom come here for fun. The scenery of Songshan Mountain is very pleasant and rare in the world. Many warriors have heard the name of Shaolin and come here to visit the Shaolin ruins.

The Shaolin Temple, which used to have a prosperous community, now only remains in ruins and overgrown with vegetation.

"I went to the Shaolin Temple when I was young, but I didn't expect that not long after, the Shaolin family was wiped out!"

At the overgrown doorway of the Shaolin Temple, an energetic old man who was over sixty years old looked at the dilapidated temple doorway in front of him with some regret.

"Master, this Shaolin Temple must have been destroyed by immortal cultivators, right?"

Next to the old man, a young man in blue said with an angry look.

In the opinion of the young man in blue, the one who can destroy Shaolin in one night must be an immortal cultivator.

"Maybe."

The old man shook his head and said, he also felt that the possibility was very high, but why the immortal cultivator is so cruel? Want to destroy a common martial arts sect?

"It was Shaolin that was destroyed by a warrior."

But then a voice sounded in the old man's ears.

"Um?"

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He subconsciously took a few steps back quickly, and his muscles tightened. His old body was like a cheetah ready to attack, capable of tearing the enemy into pieces at any time!

Only then did the old man see clearly a monk in white clothes standing two or three meters away, holding a flower in his hand.

"He...when did he arrive? I didn't notice it at all?" Cold sweat dripped from the old man's forehead. He was not an ordinary person, but Bu Hua, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang. He was a rare martial arts master in the Great Xia Dynasty. As early as

Twenty years ago, he was already in the realm of a martial arts master who had achieved the goal of refining qi and becoming a gang.

But the monk appeared within three meters behind him, and he didn't even notice it before he spoke?

Bu Hua felt scared for a while. If the other party had just been malicious, he might be dead!

Bu Hua looked intently and saw that the monk in white was very young, probably in his twenties at most, with a handsome appearance and an aloof air.

"Prosperity will pass away. If we cannot achieve true immortality, everything will eventually turn into loess." The monk in white seemed not to notice Bu Hua's vigilance. He stared at the ruins of the Shaolin Temple in front of him and sighed.

"call!"

Then the monk in white held the flower in his hand and blew it gently. The bright and beautiful flower withered quickly and finally turned into ashes and scattered on the ground.

Bu Hua's disciples all looked at this scene in shock. Is this some kind of trick?

But Bu Hua swallowed his saliva. The white-robed monk in front of him had unfathomable cultivation. He was definitely not an ordinary person!

Bu Hua couldn't help but said: "I am Bu Hua from the Iron Palm Gang. May I ask your name?"

The monk in white glanced at Bu Hua, with a soft smile on his lips: "Poor monk Mara."

As soon as these words came out, Bu Hua was stunned, Moro? Isn't this the world-famous martial arts master a hundred years ago? But he disappeared for a hundred years, and he should have passed away long ago!

Just when Bu Hua was about to ask more questions, the white-clothed monk Moro turned his head and looked into the distance, with a trace of joy on his handsome face: "Here he comes!"

After saying this, the monk in white turned around and walked away into the distance. There, a tall young man in black came slowly. It was Tang Jie who had come as promised!

"Jie'er... you must be careful, it's him! He's Moro!"

Tang Tianhao saw Moro in white clothes from a distance and hurriedly reminded him.

It was this seemingly young monk in front of him who tortured him for more than half a year and made him build a black-level pagoda, but then took it away.

"Is he Moro?"

Bai Fenghua was shocked. As an immortal cultivator, she felt that the aura of this Moro was very earthly. Rather than saying that he was a warrior, his temperament was very similar to that of an accomplished immortal cultivator.

As for Tang Jie, he narrowed his eyes. This Moro was so strange. His whole body seemed to be connected to heaven and earth. There was a wonderful rhythm in every move, as if heaven and man were one!

Bang bang bang!

Tang Jie walked towards Moro, who came slowly. Every time they took a step, the ground trembled slightly. Every step they took seemed to step on the hearts of the people around them, causing some tourists nearby to stare unconsciously.

looked over.

"Who are these... these two young men? Their cultivation... are both unfathomable and far above me!"

The leader of the Iron Palm Gang, Bu Hua, had been paying attention to the situation here. He was extremely shocked at this time. Tang Jie and Moro slowly approached, like two magnets repelling each other, and the energy generated caused the air nearby to have a strange feeling.

A sense of distortion.

Whether it is the monk who calls himself Moro or the young man in black, they are all powerful men with unfathomable cultivation!

"Is he Tang Jie? Tang Tianhao is also here, and he just happens to solve it together and complete the commission."
To be continued...