The two of them were in a head-to-head confrontation and were not convinced by each other, but the monk Zhiyuan and the other two old men paid attention to subtlety.
He fought one against two, just entangled them, and did not act harshly. He did not seek merit but sought no fault.
Although the murderous intention surged in his heart, it did not affect his reason.
The complete separation of reason and emotion is Feitianji's basic ability.
Feitian Temple's most important thing is to plant lotuses in the fire and turn poison into wisdom. Without this concentration and control, it is impossible for him to become a first-class master.
The two old men opposite him were also happy, spending time leisurely to see the result of the head-to-head fight between Master Murong and Monk Huiling.
They concluded that Master Murong would win in the end.
Monk Huiling's injury was not serious and he almost recovered. However, Master Murong was originally stronger than Monk Huiling, and even though he was injured now, he was still stronger than Monk Huiling.
The two of them couldn't fight for more than a few moves, and Monk Huiling was about to be injured, and then the injury worsened, and he was eventually defeated, either escaped for his life or was killed.
Then the three of them will surround and kill Zhiyuan together!
Monk Huiling's face turned red, and the golden light in his palms became darker and darker, turning from golden to purple. He had already activated the Great Vajra Palm to the extreme.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The muffled sound was like thunder.
Lin Feiyang, who was not far away, shook his head, thinking that this old monk was too stubborn, so why bother to fight.
Master Murong has been injured. At this time, he should use skillful techniques to consume his strength instead of fighting head-on.
Obviously he can't compete with others.
Sure enough, Monk Huiling's face slowly turned pale and he was already hurt.
Master Murong said coldly: "My defeated general wants to stand up, dreaming!"
"Old Murong, today is the day you die!"
"Hey!" Master Murong sneered: "It's just a show of rhetoric, the Vajra Temple Martial Arts Committee is really disappointing."
"Fart, stinky fart!" Monk Huiling was furious: "Your Chenghaidao martial arts are even worse!"
"Bang bang bang bang..."
While the two were talking, their palms kept clashing head-on.
Monk Huiling's face became paler and paler, and Master Murong's face also became paler.
The Great Vajra Palm has reached its peak, and the Guiji Palm cannot be completely eliminated. This remaining part combines with the flying divine palm that originally remained in the body, causing a dull pain in the internal organs and aggravating the injury.
Master Murong looked at Monk Huiling's face and assessed how many more slaps he could receive and how many more slaps he could sustain.
He finally concluded that Monk Huiling would not be able to do it if he tried twenty more palms, but if he could hold on to twenty palms, he was still sure of victory.
Lin Feiyang shook his head in the shadows.
That's it?
Is this just a battle between first-grade grand masters?
Isn't it too ugly?
It's completely different from what I imagined.
In my own imagination, the Grandmaster's movements should be extremely fast and wonderful, his moves should be exquisite, and the scene should be like howling winds, flying sand and rocks, mercilessly ravaging everything around him.
This is the power of the Grand Master!
But the reality was that the two old guys were banging, palm to palm, with neither flying sand nor moving stones around, as if they were having fun without using Gang Qi.
In fact, the Gang Qi is condensed but not dispersed, and the palm energy is held in without spitting out. It is collected under the skin, and then spit out when it comes into contact with the opponent, exerting the maximum power.
No matter how pure the Gang Qi is, once it leaves the body and enters the air, its power will be weakened. Once weakened, it will naturally suffer losses if it collides with the opponent's palm power.
Therefore, it looks like they are fighting hand to hand with masters of the Earth Yuan Realm who have not yet developed their strength.
This is a return to basics.
In Fakong's mind, their palm energy collided like rounds of small suns, the light was dazzling and astonishingly gorgeous.
In Lin Feiyang's eyes, it was ordinary and indifferent.
"Bang bang bang bang..." The muffled sound was still dull, and the injuries of both of them were getting worse.
Monk Huiling narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Old Murong, you are going to die today, what are your last words?"
"A strategy to attack the heart? It's childish and ridiculous!" Master Murong said coldly: "It's just to encourage yourself. Huiling, you must be tired of living. You escaped with your life before, and you dare to come back!"
"Old Murong, think about it, why do we dare to come back?" Monk Huiling smiled proudly: "There must be something to rely on, right?"
Master Murong's heart was moved, but his face was still disdainful: "It's a spiritual elixir, right? When did your Vajra Temple have a spiritual elixir?"
"That's the magic pill!" Monk Huiling said proudly: "We have a magic pill that can instantly restore injuries!"
An idea flashed across his mind.
"It's ridiculous." Master Murong snorted coldly.
There is no such elixir in the world that can immediately restore the injuries caused by the Grand Master. I have never heard of it.
"Don't believe it?" Monk Huiling waved his hands and said proudly: "Then how do our injuries heal?"
He chuckled and said, "I'm going to take this elixir again soon, so prepare to die!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand to dig out his chest.
Master Murong Guiji's palm suddenly turned into the Chenghai Seal, his movements suddenly doubled in speed, and his hands lightly touched his chest.
"Bang!" Monk Huiling did not dodge and slapped him on the chest.
The two of them bounced away, spraying a blood arrow in the air and staggering to the ground, both of them seriously injured.
Master Murong already had a jade bottle in his hand, showing a faint smile.
He didn't take it and kept it in mind.
What if Monk Huiling deceived him? What if it was poison?
He smiled lightly and slowly took the jade bottle into his arms.
Monk Huiling felt the nectar suddenly pouring in, quickly repairing the injured internal organs and dissipating the strange strength and spirit in the body.
This is what he truly admires about the Rejuvenation Spell.
It can actually dispel the will of a first-level master. The power of Buddhism is truly incredible.
Lin Feiyang marveled in the shadows.
I thought the old monk was stupid, but I didn't expect that he could also cheat. There was no such thing as a magic elixir, it was the monk's rejuvenation spell.
However, he did not mention the rejuvenation spell but instead said it was a spiritual elixir, just to lure Master Murong into snatching his own elixir and thereby injure Master Murong.
This is the method of exchanging injury for injury.
Otherwise, the old monk really would not be able to hit Master Murong. This Master Murong's movement skills are wonderful and his moves are exquisite. He is really difficult to deal with, and it is difficult to exchange injuries for injuries.
Monk Huiling said disdainfully: "You think I only have one bottle?"
He quickly took out another bottle from his sleeve and said proudly: "Old Murong, it's all in vain!"
Master Murong's face was gloomy, and in a flash, he suddenly appeared in front of Monk Huiling, forming a seal with his hands and giving him another blow.
Monk Huiling did not dodge, but also gave Master Murong a slap.
"Poof!" The two of them spurted out another blood arrow at the same time, staggering back five or six steps.
Lin Feiyang shook his head.
ugly!
Really ugly!
This is not a grand master competition, it is just a fight between children. There is no structure or subtlety at all!
Are all great masters like this?
But looking at Monk Zhiyuan, who was as graceful as a butterfly, he denied this idea.
It can only be said that the old monk Huiling is too weak.
"Come again!" Monk Huiling wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "Come on, let's see who can hold on!"
His face was slightly red, and his face was full of red. It looked like he was healthy, but also like the blood was surging due to injury.
Of course, they didn't think that he was recovering from his injuries. They thought that he was too seriously injured and that he would not be able to hold on anymore.
Another jade bottle appeared in Master Murong's hand. It was exactly the one that Monk Huiling had held in his hand earlier. He had snatched it unknowingly.
Monk Huiling took out another one from his sleeve and said proudly: "Old Murong, which one do you think is true? Which one is false?"
"Okay! Okay!" Master Murong gritted his teeth, his blood surged, and he was so angry that he wanted to explode.
He was deeply disgusted with Monk Huiling's evil deeds, and his ferocity boiled over. He took a deep breath to suppress it, and said slowly: "It turns out it's all fake!"
"Clever!" Monk Huiling said with a smile: "I'm just kidding you. There is no such magical elixir, so your efforts are in vain."
Master Murong said coldly: "There must be a bottle here that is real, Huiling. It's a pity that you can't eat it!"
He squeezed the jade bottle in his hand and turned it into powder. Then he took out the jade bottle in his arms and squeezed it, and it turned into powder again.
He opened his palms, letting the powder fall, and looked at Monk Huiling with a faint smile.
"Hahahaha..." Monk Huiling laughed heartily, feeling that it was so satisfying to make Master Murong spin around: "Old Murong, your injury can hardly hold you back, give me another slap!"
His Great Vajra Palm was activated to the extreme, and purple-gold brilliance flowed through the palm.
Master Murong sneered, and Gui Jizhang greeted him again.
Lin Feiyang shook his head.
People really do become monsters after living for a long time. The old monk seems so stupid and so capable of deceiving others. I have to be careful about him in the future.
Master Murong suddenly hesitated for a moment.
The immobilizing spell can only hinder a first-level master for a moment.
But this moment, at this critical moment, is enough to turn the situation around.
Seeing this, Monk Huiling deflected his Vajra Palm, brushed Master Murong's right palm, and hit Master Murong's heart solidly.
"Poof!" Master Murong spurted out blood arrows, and his footsteps seemed to be stuck to the ground. He stood there without moving, unable to remove the force of this palm.
Just as he was about to take action, he found that there was another huge force coming down to restrain him. He immediately became furious and tried his best to gather the power.
The Gang Qi around him suddenly surged, opening up a ball of light.
But the movement couldn't help but lag for a while.
"Bang!" Monk Huiling's left palm hit his chest.
The protective Gang Qi had already surged, and his palm power had been reduced to seven or eighty-eight percent, leaving only a few or two points that penetrated into Master Murong's heart.
"Boo!" Master Murong heard a soft sound coming from his body, and then his body trembled and his heart broke.
The combined strength of the two palms finally broke his heart.
His eyes burst out with cold light, and all his strength was immediately mobilized to activate the secret technique.
Since you can't live anymore, then take this monk and die together. You won't be lonely in the underworld. There is someone in Zhiyuan who is bullying you!
"Hey, who doesn't know how to fight hard?" Monk Huiling saw that the momentum around him was soaring, and he also activated the secret technique without showing any signs of weakness.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The muffled sound could be heard endlessly.
Monk Huiling received three palms in succession, but the power of the Rejuvenation Spell surged in, quickly dissipating the strength of the palms and recovering the injuries.
Monk Zhiyuan and the other three saw Master Murong's movements sluggish twice and thought it was an injury. They never thought that someone was doing it in the dark.
Seeing Master Murong suddenly activating the secret technique of dying together, I felt baffled, but I didn't think too much about it.
Monk Huiling also activated the secret technique, and it was not unexpected. With desperate efforts, the great master's vitality was strong. As long as he could not die, he would still have a chance to slowly recover.
Master Murong suddenly froze, and was slapped into the air by Monk Huiling. He sprayed out a blood arrow, which was mixed with minced meat.
"Bang!" He fell heavily to the ground and died.
"impossible!"
"Murong!"
The two old men were in disbelief.
Everything happened too fast.
Master Murong died inexplicably, and the winner turned out to be Monk Huiling!
Monk Huiling took the opportunity to rush towards the two old men: "Old bald donkey, it's time to fight!"