Chapter 40: Lord Buddha, how many damn pills have you taken?
Most of the elixirs in Baixiang Pavilion are sold to warriors. Naturally, there are also warriors who want to test the effects of the elixirs and even engage in a fight.
Therefore, there are several fighting arenas in the backyard of Baixiang Pavilion. The two said they wanted to compete, and the attendants of Baixiang Pavilion immediately arranged one.
Even the contract for the competition was prepared, and the service was indeed attentive.
The two signed their names together. Chu Qianqiu wrote "Wandai", while the young monk wrote the four words "World Honored Tathagata". After they finished writing their names, they looked at each other.
You are indeed shameless and very much like me.
For a moment, the two sides actually felt a little sympathetic to each other.
After all, this was the first time Chu Qianqiu met a direct descendant of the sect, and he felt a little excited.
The young monk looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his profound internal energy was by no means inferior to that of any master of Qi accumulation, or even better.
Compared with this young monk, Wang Baichuan, the Wu Taoist whom Chu Qianqiu had dealt with before, was nothing more than a native chicken and a tile dog, who could be beaten to death with one palm.
"The young monk deceived others with lies and offended the benefactor. He is willing not to retreat or evade, but to give the benefactor three moves."
"Ask the donor to take action."
The young monk clasped his hands together and chanted Amitabha. If he hadn't seen that gangster face just now, Chu Qianqiu would have thought he was an enlightened monk. The speed with which he changed his face was astonishing.
I have to say that this little monk looks very good, and he can even compare with himself.
"Little monk, you want me to help you practice."
"It is said that the true energy of this golden bell needs to be refined over and over again to reach a higher level. You have been choosing for so long just to find a suitable opponent."
Chu Qianqiu is not a mentally retarded villain who can make people lose their cool after a few threats. However, this little monk is really hateful, so let him know how sinister the world is.
"Amitabha, how could the young monk have such despicable thoughts? The donor must have misunderstood the young monk."
"Amitabha, Amitabha."
The little monk kept saying Buddha, but the smile on his face became thicker and thicker. It was not easy to find a suitable peer to cheer himself up.
After coming out of Guangming Temple, his reputation had already been ruined. Now when he came to the countryside, it was not easy to meet a young man who could make him feel a sense of crisis.
"Ask the donor to take action."
"Then I'm not welcome."
Chu Qianqiu walked towards the little monk step by step, and the little monk's smile gradually solidified.
Walk forward and gather your energy!
With every step he took, Chu Qianqiu's momentum grew stronger. You could clearly feel that he had condensed his true energy into his palms, and this blow was merciless.
Very good, come on.
The young monk's pupils were burning with desire, and his whole body was bathed in golden light. If any martial arts expert saw it, they would be surprised. At such a young age, he has actually practiced the golden bell to the fourth level, and is already accumulating energy.
It’s the stage of Dacheng.
Enough to be immune to most weapon damage, internal strength and external strength.
The little monk wants to take this trick from you!
Big monument breaker!
When the little monk was emitting golden light, Chu Qianqiu also condensed his momentum to its peak. It was at this time.
Thousands of monuments were shattered!
Triple strength!
Chu Qianqiu slapped the young monk on the head with his palm, and the triple spiral force of energy slammed down from the shiny head.
Show no mercy!
Buzz!
It was like the big bell in the temple being struck by a heavy hammer, the buzzing sound was continuous!
The young monk's bald head was so hard that even a piece of granite would crack if Chu Qianqiu's palm struck him. He was completely integrated and resisted the palm strike with all his strength!
The battle between Qi Jin and the Golden Bell!
A competition of moves and hard skills!
The golden bell is like a powerful spring, about to rebound after receiving a huge external force!
Press it down!
The instructor once told Chu Qianqiu that if you meet a master who practices hard skills and does not have the infuriating characteristics such as armor piercing, you must take a breath and hit him to the end at the most suitable time. Press him to the limit of rebound and then withdraw.
Otherwise, you will be exploited for your strength.
He was almost reaching his limit. Chu Qianqiu exhausted all his breath, and his meridians began to swell and hurt.
The little monk's head is about to rise.
wishful thinking!
The fourth strength!
Buzz!
The big bell rang again.
The little monk was punched into the blue brick and sunk three feet into the ground!
The surrounding green bricks were completely broken!
That’s it.
Chu Qianqiu quickly stopped his hand and retreated quickly to prevent a rebound.
"call!"
"What a hard golden bell!" What a superb turtle shell.
"Okay, what a lot of strength!"
The young monk was inexplicably frightened. He was a master of Qi accumulation and reached the fourth level of the Golden Bell!
The true energy has long been condensed with the characteristic [Golden Bell]. If an ordinary person cuts it on the body with a sword, the skin will not be broken.
If they are ordinary people who are masters of energy accumulation, in his eyes, they are no different from chickens and dogs, and they will be able to fight them without any problem.
Only a warrior with the characteristics of [Break Armor], [Shatter], [Destroy], etc., or a warrior who has practiced his moves to the [Perfection] level and can display the [Secrets of Moves] can pose a slight threat to him.
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But Chu Qianqiu doesn’t have any of these things.
He was very sure that Chu Qianqiu was only a small master of accumulating energy, and the internal strength he practiced was only Zhenwu Sect's "Xuan Yuan Gong" and he used the Maha Temple's "Big Monument Slammer".
The young monk has also practiced these martial arts and should be used as a reference.
There is also a senior brother in Guangming Temple who has perfected the skill of Grand Tablet Slammer. He is able to perform the secret of [Strength], but it does not make him feel so scary.
After thinking about it, the young monk only got one answer.
The opponent's strength was so great that he almost broke the golden bell.
"Buddha is here!"
"Donor, how many Yijin Pills and Marrow Cleansing Pills have you taken?"
"The young monk is unbelievable!"
The little monk couldn't hold himself any longer, and the elder brother stopped screaming.
It is true that physical exercise is very beneficial, but practicing internal strength itself is continuously strengthening the body. Therefore, compared with the level of physical exercise that can be improved by elixirs, the investment is not cost-effective.
If you are so rich, why are you still just accumulating energy?
Wouldn’t it be better to invest in other aspects with better value for money?
"Little monk, I am born with supernatural powers, can't I?" Chu Qianqiu said with a smile.
He ate those Yijin Pills and Marrow Cleansing Pills as jelly beans. Now they have no effect. Basically, their potential has been fully explored.
This is also a trump card he has accumulated so far, and even the bald instructor has never taught him.
Only then could he almost break the defense of the golden bell with his big monument-slammer.
"The young monk has just violated the vows, and please forgive me." The young monk took a few breaths and returned to his usual playful smile. After all, compared to taking countless Yijin Pills and Marrow Cleansing Pills, his natural supernatural power is indeed more trustworthy.
There is nothing to be afraid of.
He is just a little accomplished at accumulating qi, but he has this natural divine power, which is just like the powerful demon god and the evildoer who destroyed the Buddha. It just helps me practice!
In one breath, all the cracks in the golden bell cover were repaired, and the golden light flourished!
It seems that in this short confrontation, the young monk became a little stronger.
“Ask the donor to take action!”
The first trump card has been revealed, and Chu Qianqiu finally understood the gap between himself and the direct descendants of the sect. This young monk was only a genius of the local sect. If he were the real geniuses, the gap would definitely be even greater.