"What conditions?" Zhang Yange asked with raised eyebrows.
He could feel the terrifying power contained in the old monk's body. And he could also see that the old monk was not human!
"Fight with me!"
"That's really what you want." Zhang Yange suddenly laughed.
The old monk is also the path of the warrior monk.
However, his moves are all instinctive, which is different from Fahai's ability to contain supreme Buddhist teachings in every punch.
And this old monk is much stronger than Fahai.
Even Zhang Yange now doesn't dare to win easily!
At the beginning, Zhang Yange fought with him with gentle strength, but the old monk was unable to display his terrifying power.
He said angrily, "Fighting like this is not satisfying at all."
After hearing this, Zhang Yange changed his moves and started to open and close.
The two of them fought like crazy!
Zhao Ruyi knew that Zhang Yange had become stronger, but she didn't expect that he was so strong now.
Su Taibai sheathed the Green Lotus Sword. When they met for the first time, he was sure to kill Zhang Yange.
The second time, he was sure to die together!
Now he is not sure, he feels like he has no control.
"I'm afraid the island will be sunk, so let's go to sea and fight." Zhang Yange said excitedly.
"Let's go!" the old monk said excitedly.
The two went directly to the East China Sea, and in one move, they split the East China Sea into two!
This time Zhang Yange was firing on all cylinders and no longer had to worry about any moves. He was also punching as he pleased, and the old monk was evenly matched with him.
"Donor, I'm going to do something real!" said the old monk.
"Come on!" Zhang Yange raised his elbow and smashed the old monk directly into the seabed.
Suddenly there was a storm on the sea.
A moment later, a black old man appeared in front of Zhang Yange.
This black globule is more than ten feet long.
Su Taibai, who was watching the battle from a distance, took a big sip of wine and thought that he should drink less and concentrate on studying swordsmanship.
Zhao Ruyi couldn't help but said, "Let's find the whereabouts of those two things."
"Yange fought with that old man to the death for you. I'm afraid it's too much for you to steal those two things now." Su Taibai said dissatisfied.
Zhao Ruyi was speechless for a while.
Then it's not like he's fighting life and death, but like meeting his opponent in chess.
The old monk showed his true form, but Zhang Yange was not afraid at all.
However, he no longer punches at will, but concentrates his punching intention to the extreme.
Every move carries endless power.
Lao Zhi was a little miserable. He could see Zhang Yange's true martial aura. He wanted to compete with this man, but he didn't know that he was completely suppressed.
"Donor, let's decide the outcome with one move." Lao Zhi did not dare to tangle with Zhang Yange anymore.
This guy's physique is not inferior to him at all.
It is the bloodline of spiritual beasts under the Guanyin Seat.
But I didn't expect that he was physically inferior to this mortal. I really don't know how this guy practices.
"Come!" Zhang Yange said with a smile.
One person and one bear used their strongest move.
Xiong Zhen gathered all his strength in one place.
The ancestor said that what can convince others is Buddhism, so he felt that his fists were also Buddhism.
This trick is called Dharma!
Zhang Yange used a simplified version of Zhenwu!
If it were the complete version, he was afraid that the nearby island would be shattered.
After all, this is not a Japanese island, so there is no need to sink it.
After one move.
Heavy rain continues on the sea surface.
Fortunately, there were no people nearby, and Lao Zan looked like an old monk again.
He kept coughing, and Zhang Yange waved his hands.
"Donor, that thing is in the southeast direction." The old monk kept coughing.
"Thank you." Zhang Yange smiled and said, "Don't you know the master's name?"
"Little monk's Dharma name cassock!"
"This dharma title is really unique." Zhang Yange said with a smile.
"Donor, how much power did you have left in your last punch?" the old monk couldn't help but ask.
"Six points!"
"Impossible!" the old monk said anxiously.
He coughed violently again in a hurry. "I'm asking how much energy I have left!"
"It's really six points." Zhang Yange didn't want to lie to him on this matter. This old monk was a respectable opponent.
"Hey!" The old monk looked at Zhang Yange helplessly.
"There's something wrong with your approach." Zhang Yange couldn't help but say.
"oh?"
So they ignored the anxious Zhao Ruyi and started chatting directly.
Finally, Su Taibai also joined the discussion.
He also talked about some of the problems that the two had when they were fighting, as well as their pros and cons.
The two of them chatted like this for a whole day.
Zhao Ruyi anxiously went to get it herself, but she couldn't find it at all.
"Are you guarding the Purple Bamboo Forest?" Zhang Yange asked in surprise.
"My ancestor is the God of Mountain Guarding!"
"I know him. Is he the one who gave you your dharma title?" Zhang Yange asked in a funny tone.
"Yes." The old monk nodded.
"Being able to give you this Buddhist title shows that he values you very much."
"Hey, I still have to recite sutras for five hundred years!" the old monk said with a bitter smile.
"Reciting sutras can also be regarded as spiritual practice." Zhang Yange had a good impression of Lao Zhi and pointed out.
"How to practice chanting sutras?" the old monk asked.
"You rely on instinct when practicing martial arts. The advantage of this is that your starting point is higher than us, but the disadvantage is that the end point is lower!
In Buddhism, there are also fist intentions and fist moves." Zhang Yange said to the old monk.
The old monk still doesn’t understand.
Zhang Yange slapped the old monk hard on the head.
"understand!"
Su Taibai and Zhao Ruyi were both shocked.
What the hell kind of teaching method is this?
"One more slap and you'll understand." The old monk was happy instead of angry.
What kind of learning attitude is this!
"It's too bad." Zhang Yange said.
The old monk bowed respectfully to Zhang Yange.
After chatting with the old monk for another night, the three of them went to look for those two things.
The old monk waved his hand and the small temple reappeared.
This time he calmed down, sat in the temple and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.
He just felt that his impetuous heart had become different.
An extremely majestic man appeared, but the old monk ignored him.
The man slapped him on the head and said, "If you understand the benefits of reciting sutras, you won't have to actually recite them for five hundred years. Who will guard the purple bamboo forest for me for another five hundred years?"
"Can't a gold hoop work?" the old monk asked.
"He's so stupid." The man laughed, "Is that man strong?"
"Strong, but not as good as our ancestors." The old monk said truthfully.
"If he finds that thing, I won't even be worthy of carrying someone's shoes." The man cursed and said, "You are lucky, I have been a great guardian of the mountain for so many years.
That monkey has become a fucking Buddha! You kid, read the Buddhist scriptures carefully. Even if you are not as good as that monkey, you must be better than me."
The old monk lowered his head and said nothing.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry." The man said immediately.
"But being able to form a bond with him means that you, the boy, are blessed."
The old monk looked at the man helplessly.
"Then shall I go back with you?"
"Well, he's not him yet, wait until he is him! Your boy Fuyuan will come."
"But I think he is who he is." The old monk couldn't help but say.