Chapter 350 If you want to see it, then I will show it to you!
Chapter 350 If you want to see it, then let me show it to you!
The old Taoist priest looked at Qiankun and Jiang Yiquan and couldn't help but smile.
The old monk looked at Qiankun and Jiang Yiquan with a sad face.
"Zhao Shan...Zhao Shan..."
The old Taoist priest whispered several times, and his tone became more and more harsh.
The old monk said nothing, but glanced back and forth between Qiankun and Jiang Yiquan.
‘Qiankun’ and Jiang Yiquan stopped at the same time.
"Senior Brother Xuanbei, can we talk to you?"
Jiang Yiquan said.
Jiang Yiquan was once a lay disciple of Dalin Temple, and was of the same generation as Xuan Bei, but he always called him senior brother to show respect.
In the past, Xuanbei would naturally agree.
And now?
"I don't dare, I don't dare. I don't dare to be the senior brother of Donor Jiang. I can't afford it."
The old monk smiled and waved his hand, and the body sitting on the ground slowly stood up with the support of one hand.
Jiang Yiquan retreated without hesitation.
He shrank directly behind Qiankun.
As a lay disciple of the Dalin Temple, Jiang Yiquan knew Xuanbei's strength and talent.
Why does he call Xuan Bei, who is younger than him, senior brother?
It's because respect is right.
Where does respect come from?
Typed out!
At that time, Jiang Yiquan was known as "the number one lay disciple", so he was naturally unconvinced when faced with Xuan Bei, who was called a genius.
Private challenges arise naturally.
Thirteen times in a row.
Thirteen defeats in a row.
Jiang Yiquan not only lost the competition, but also lost his spirit.
In fact, Jiang Yiquan gave up his original idea of becoming a monk and went straight into the world. When he met the invitation from the 'Emperor Lotus Sect', he joined without even thinking about it.
He wanted to find a chance to defeat Xuan Bei.
But the previous battle told him that he was still far away.
If there is no chance, then don't take action, then retreat.
Jiang Yifeng, who was very sober, would not rush in.
'Qiankun' stood there, looking at Jiang Yifeng with a trace of contempt in his eyes. However, when he looked at the old monk, his expression was solemn - he hit the old monk on the chest with a long-planned palm.
Normal people would have died long ago, but the old monk is still alive, which is enough to explain the problem.
"Xuanbei, Ling Xiaozi, my leader is kind and kind. I hope you can join the 'Emperor Lotus Sect' and be willing to treat each other as Dharma King."
‘Qiankun’ said seriously.
In addition to the leader, the 'Emperor Lotus Sect' also has two envoys on the left and right, and four Dharma Kings.
Among them, he (she) ‘Qiankun’ is the two envoys on the left and right.
The four great Dharma kings, besides Jiang Yiquan, are Wang and Li.
Of course, if Xuan Bei and Ling Xiaozi are willing to agree, one of Jiang Yiquan, Wang, and Li can go down.
Not willing?
Then go die.
‘Qiankun’ looked at the old monk and the old Taoist priest with sadness.
"Oh, the position of Dharma King? When the old Taoist sits down, there is still a boy who plays the flute. Do you think you should take it?"
"Death to hermaphrodites!"
"Rotten ass!"
The old Taoist priest sneered again and again.
‘Qiankun’’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the black and white Qi began to flow out from his palm, heading towards Ling Xiaozi.
The old Taoist priest raised his hand and drew a circle to stop these black and white spirits.
The old monk dodged and stood in front of Jiang Yifeng, who was about to attack again.
"Brother!"
Jiang Yiquan once again cupped his fists and saluted.
"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it."
"Donor Jiang is a great talent, but a poor monk is not worthy of it. Let's have another competition..."
"Even if it's a fight, it means life or death!"
At first, the old monk was calm and smiling, but as he spoke, his eyes widened with anger, and his whole body swelled up like a balloon.
In an instant, the old monk turned into a three-meter-tall, muscular little giant.
Just like the angry eyes of King Kong.
"you!"
"The Great Method of Disintegration of Heavenly Demons?!"
Jiang Yiquan exclaimed.
"wrong!"
"Yes, subjugate demons!"
The voice fell.
Woo!
The fist came down like a battering ram.
The fierce wind of the fist blew around the soil and gravel, but the inexplicable suction force locked Jiang Yifeng firmly, making Jiang Yifeng unable to dodge and could only receive the punch head-on.
The terrified Jiang Yichi gritted his teeth, raised his hand and punched out.
The fist had a slight metallic sheen.
The Great Vajra Fist does not have the fearlessness of Vajra, but only a cowardice.
Threads of black smoke appeared on the fist.
The smoke is like a living creature, turning into five poisonous creatures: spiders, centipedes, toads, snakes and scorpions, flying into the air.
The ‘Emperor Lotus Sect’ secretly teaches the ‘Five Poison Divine Palm’.
The marrow is sucked and the bones are melted, and those in the middle are hopeless.
"Senior brother, you forced me!"
Jiang Yiquan shouted.
Xuanbei's fist has arrived.
Bang!
When the fists of the two sides touched, the five-poison smoke eroded Xuanbei, but it could not penetrate into the skin and could only swirl on the skin. The huge force of Xuanbei's fist smashed Jiang Yifeng's Great Vajra Fist, and together with it
All muscles, bones, and even half of the body were destroyed.
Immediately afterwards, the old monk turned around and punched again.
This punch hit Qiankun directly on the back.
The old Taoist priest who drew a circle with his palms doubled his speed. The five poisonous smoke adsorbed on the old monk's body immediately gathered in the circle in his hands, and then went towards the 'Cosmos'.
"snort!"
Facing the attacks from both front and back, 'Qiankun' snorted coldly, and the black and white energy became more intense.
But at this moment, 'Qiankun''s body trembled, and a flash of lightning flashed across his body.
The wind blades, which were as fine as time blades, densely wrapped around his whole body.
"Zhen, Xun!"
‘Qiankun’’s face was gloomy.
Then, it split into two.
One man and one woman.
Men hold white energy and are extremely masculine.
Women hold black energy and are as soft as water.
Moreover, just when the 'Qian Kun' was split into two, his whole body turned from reality to emptiness, and all his attacks failed.
Although it is only a moment, it is enough for ‘Qiankun’.
The white air is like thunder, extremely powerful.
The black air is like a tide, continuous and continuous.
boom!
Amidst the loud noise, Xun and Zhen were directly knocked away.
The old Taoist priest drew a circle on the spot several times to release his force, and then counterattacked the force that had been exerted on himself. The old monk, who was like a king, did not dodge or evade, and resisted the blow hard.
But it's no use!
The moment 'Qiankun' changed from two people to one person, and then back to one person, there was another phantom presence, causing Xuan Bei and Ling Xiaozi's attacks to fail.
After this move, the old monk's diamond-like body began to leak air, and the old Taoist priest's face was like gold paper, shaking.
Dui, who wanted to step forward, was knocked away by Qiankun's palm.
"You bitch, I'll deal with you later."
"Now, what else do you two have to say?"
When the first sentence of "Qiankun" was spoken, it was a female voice, and the face was also that of a woman. When the second sentence was asked, the whole person turned back, and it became a male voice, and the face became a man.
"Old hermaphrodite, bah."
The old Taoist priest vomited blood and cursed.
The old monk collapsed on the ground and was speechless.
The two of them were unwilling to do anything, but to no avail.
If they hadn't been injured before, the two of them would never have been in such a mess. Not to say they were 90% sure, but their winning rate was at least 70%. But now they were almost beaten.
It was extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh, old Taoist priest, scold, keep scolding."
"If you scold me, I'll stab you more in a moment."
‘Qiankun’ said and looked at ‘Xun’ and ‘Zhen’.
‘Xun’ bowed his head and admitted defeat, allowing himself to be beaten and killed.
‘Zhen’, on the other hand, had his eyes rolling around.
"My master will take revenge on us!"
'Zhen' shouted loudly.
"Your master?"
"Goethe?"
"He's just a chess piece chosen by the leader, and he wants to take revenge? If he appears in front of me, I'll make him understand what it means: 'There is a road to heaven, but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell, so you just throw it in'!"
‘Qiankun’ sneered with great disdain.
It’s not like he has never killed the descendants of the ‘Martial Saint’.
Even the most special ones, he killed several times.
Two of them tasted good, so he kept them for a few more days.
But that's it.
Apart from that, he didn't see any difference between these descendants of 'Martial Saints'. At most, they just had better talents, but compared with real geniuses, they were still far behind.
Therefore, he did not think Goethe was any different.
You must know that 'secret martial arts' can be practiced day after day.
Age has already determined everything!
Even Goethe, who had practiced it since his mother's womb, could not withstand the power of his punch for fifty years.
"The leader is really kind!"
"This kind of guy should just have some adventure, so you don't need to take it to heart at all. So what if he is the inheritance of the 'Martial Saint'?"
"I am no weaker than the 'Martial Saint' I was back then!"
"Master Cult Master, it goes far beyond that!"
When it comes to excitement, ‘Qiankun’ starts to talk nonsense.
He didn't even notice that there were large dark clouds in the sky.
The wind stopped at this time.
Rumble!
The bursts of thunder finally made Qiankun realize that something was wrong. Instinctively, when he looked up at the sky, a bolt of thunder struck down on his head.
The brilliant power of heaven is like destroying the world.
‘Zhen’ looked at all this in stunned silence.
He is also good at thunder and is proud of it.
He believed that the lightning technique he had inadvertently obtained must be one of the best, even if it was not the best in the world.
But when he saw the lightning, he understood what thunder was.
Why is the ‘Power of Thunder’ called the ‘Power of Destruction’!
The old Taoist priest and the old monk also looked shocked.
Compared to Xun and Zhen, these two are more able to feel the terrifying power of this thunder method. It has exceeded the scope of the "power of the universe" and has reached a higher level, which they have always expected.
Heaven and man are one!
"Amitabha!"
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
The two of them chanted softly in silence, sighing at the terrifying backhand of the 'Martial Saint'.
As people who were born almost at the tail end of the ‘Martial Saint’’s appearance in this world, the two of them are very aware of the greatness and power of the ‘Martial Saint’. The power of gathering the power of heaven and earth has always been fresh in their minds.
Goodbye now.
It still made the two of them feel shocked and unable to control themselves.
boom!
Dazzling lightning illuminates the heaven and earth.
"The two qi of yin and yang change the universe!"
'Qiankun' roared loudly, and the black and white Qi in his palms shot up into the sky, trying to block the thunder.
But it's totally useless.
It's like cutting butter with a hot knife.
The black and white gases evaporate instantly.
‘Qiankun’’s face changed, his figure split into two again, and entered a virtual state.
But under the huge thunder, the figure split into two was directly submerged.
The lightning is fleeting.
The dark clouds dispersed quickly.
Everything has returned to calm.
‘Qiankun’ turned into ashes in the scorched pit. Zhao Shan, who had been using the ‘Qi-gazing Technique’ to stare at this place from thousands of miles away, smiled and nodded, but his expression changed again and he spit out blood.
He encountered backlash again and needed to take supplements.
But enough!
He got a glimpse of Goethe's trump card!
powerful!
Unexpectedly strong!
If he really faces the enemy head-on, he will definitely suffer!
Even defeated!
But it’s different now!
He knows such a trump card!
Of course you have to be well prepared!
final?
He must have won!
Under the spotlight!
However, you still need to prepare.
Thinking in his heart, Zhao Shan completely shifted his gaze.
Feeling the disappearance of this voyeuristic atmosphere, Goethe slowly walked out of the shadows.
He was smiling and didn't seem to notice.
If you want to see it, let the other person see it.
The other party just wants to find his flaw, so he must let the other party understand the power of that blow. Only in this way will the other party prepare wholeheartedly.
Only because of this kind of preparation will other things be ignored.
And this was great news for Goethe.
After all, he has many cards.
‘Thunder’ is just one of them.
As for why ‘Thunder’ was exposed?
Naturally, this is because the first time I came here, I have already exposed such a power. Rather than choosing anything else, it is far better to choose this point that is already known to the other party and amplify it to an extent that the other party cannot imagine.
"The effect should be okay?"
Goethe was not so sure.
Therefore, he looked at Xun Zhen.
What should you do when you are not sure whether you can win?
Of course it is to increase strength!
Increase your strength far faster than your enemies!
And for Goethe, what could be better than [Bloody Honor]?
Naturally more [Bloody Honor]!
Ji Qin has returned to the boxing gym with a lot of [bloody honor].
Now it's another one.
"My lord, fortunately you have lived up to your fate!"
Xun and Zhen Lao clasped their fists and saluted obediently.
Strength is not the only way to gain respect from others, but it is the most direct and effective.
Goethe nodded and looked at Xuan Bei and Ling Xiaozi.
At this time, Dui was healing the two of them.
"I've met your Excellency."
The old monk and the old Taoist priest said in unison.
The two of them had no other thoughts about this extraordinary descendant of the 'Martial Saint', they just wanted to make good friends. After all, Goethe didn't seem like the kind of person who would kill innocent people.
And, it has a good reputation.
With this premise, the communication between the two parties went smoothly.
The names also became more friendly.
"'Qiankun', a Yin-Yang person, learned the breathing method of 'Qianchao Neiku' and combined it with 'Martial Saint Secret Martial Arts' to create the 'Yin-Yang Dafa' that is most suitable for him. He has already mastered the 'power of the universe'
, If it hadn’t been for my little friend, I’m afraid both me and the old bald donkey would have been doomed.”
After becoming familiar with each other, Ling Xiaozi became straightforward.
"I've heard of the 'Yin Yang Dafa'. It seems that 'Qiankun' secretly learned the Xie family's 'Great Yin Yang Hands' before creating this set of secret martial arts. I happen to be Lao Xie's grandson-in-law. It's really a cycle of cause and effect.
."
The old monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
Ling Xiaozi rolled his eyes disdainfully.
"What a cycle of cause and effect, it's just a coincidence."
"It just happens, so how can it not be cause and effect?"
The old monk asked rhetorically.
"Hey, Bald Donkey is having a fight with Pindao again, so let's have a good argument."
The old Taoist priest stared.
Goethe did not listen to the argument between the two men, but fell onto the pile of ashes in the scorch pit without leaving a trace.
[Bloody Honor +5]
…
Looking at the increased [Bloody Honor], Goethe's lips curled up.
No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat!
What's more, it's really nice to have an appetizer before a big meal.
Thinking that he was about to gain a lot of [bloody honors], Goethe's heart suddenly became hot.
