Regarding Bodhidharma's aggressive performance, Zulong and Hong Qitian smiled faintly and had no intention of intervening.
I think this is only a matter among the younger generation, and as the elders, it is not easy for them to come forward.
As for Shaolin, they probably wanted to recover the face they lost during the Songshan Conference three months ago, so even Master Xuanfa surprisingly chose to remain silent.
Seeing this, Tang Feng shook his head slightly and sighed, knowing that today's matter might not be rectified, he said coldly: "Although you have obtained the relics of Master Zhiran, your skill has greatly increased in a short period of time, but it's a pity that
What’s more, you don’t seem to have learned the cultivation and tolerance of the eminent Shaolin monks.”
Bodhidharma's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted in a deep voice: "What I want to compete with you now is martial arts. As for cultivation and self-cultivation, you are not worthy to talk to me about this."
Tang Feng simply raised his eyelids, stared at him and hummed: "It seems that if I don't come up with something today, you will definitely not give up!"
Bodhidharma suddenly took a step forward. The distance between the two was less than half a meter. He immediately faced each other and said: "I know you have also practiced the Golden Body Kung Fu. I lost to you three months ago. Now in this secret realm, it happens that
Unable to use real energy."
"Take my three punches. As long as you can take my three punches, I won't mention anything about what happened three months ago!" Bodhidharma said with an aggressive look.
"Take your three punches?" Tang Feng sighed slightly, turned to look at Master Xuanfa, and asked: "I dare to ask Master, is this also what your Shaolin meant?"
Master Xuanfa immediately clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, to be honest with the donor of Tang Dynasty, Uncle Master, since he has passed his relics to Bodhidharma, Bodhidharma will be the next generation successor of Shaolin."
Although he did not explain his words in detail, everyone present could already understand that at this moment, Bodhidharma's identity could fully represent Shaolin.
Tang Feng didn't say anything more. He immediately turned his head and stared at Bodhidharma, saying one by one: "You go ahead and make a move!" After saying this, he immediately used the Dragon Blood Transformation.
Although the dragon blood transformation has not completely emerged due to the seal in the secret realm, the blood in his body is already boiling, and under the surface of his body, there is also a layer of faint golden dragon scales.
At the same time, everyone around him gave in and stayed ten meters away.
The face of Bodhidharma on the other side was tense, and his hands suddenly connected with each other in mudras. In just an instant, golden light bloomed all over his body, and he looked extremely magical.
More importantly, a golden halo appeared above his head.
Seeing this circle of light, even Zulong and Hong Qitian's expressions changed slightly. They both said at the same time: "In the circle of light above the head, the Buddha statue has appeared. It seems that Bodhidharma's Arhat's golden body has been completely completed."
At this moment, Bodhidharma's whole body momentum was rising. Although he had not yet condensed the Xuandan to break through to King Wu, in such a secret realm, the golden body of an Arhat like him was undoubtedly more intimidating.
"Bodhidharma himself is extremely gifted, and with the gift of Master Mingran's relics, he is now even more powerful. If he breaks through to the King of Martial Realm, his combat effectiveness will soar even more!" Wudang Taixuzi also sighed.
Tang Feng's face was slightly solemn. He could feel that after the completion of this Arhat's golden body, although it was still far from being as good as his Divine Kingdom's golden body, it was still no small matter.
After all, it is only now that more than 900 divine kingdoms have been opened and illuminated in his body, and the golden body of the divine kingdom has not yet been completed.
"Three punches, if you don't fall, the poor monk has nothing to say!" Bodhidharma shouted coldly, clenching his fists.
"Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger Fist, Subduing the Tiger!" He exhaled and suddenly stood up from the ground and punched out.
The power of his punch was truly dream-like, even more powerful than the Dragon King's Wrath from the Flying Dragon Envoy. As soon as he punched out, wind and clouds surged, and the yellow sand beneath his feet was swept up.
Even the robes of the people around him were being rolled up, and even Lord Wu, who was at a slightly lower level, was pushed back continuously.
Tang Feng still stood upright, and when the opponent's fist was charging towards him, he suddenly punched out.
The fists clashed, and a loud bang suddenly erupted. Tang Feng's shoulders shook suddenly, and then he retreated continuously.
It wasn't until he took five steps back and stamped his feet hard that he finally stood still.
"Without using any martial arts, this Dragon Thorn user actually took Bodhidharma's Fuhu Fist. This kid seems to be really extraordinary!" The three supreme elders of Wudang sighed when they saw this.
"I can feel that although Bodhidharma's punch was carried out in a secret realm, its power can almost rival those at the Half-Step Martial King Realm!"
Listening to the whispers from the people around him, Tang Feng remained calm and calm. Although the opponent's Arhat's golden body was fierce, it was still a bit unsightly.
Seeing this, Bodhidharma raised his long eyebrows slightly, gritted his teeth and said: "There are still two more punches, next, subdue the dragon!"
Accompanied by a cold shout, his whole body was suddenly illuminated by a sharp golden light, and he looked extremely dazzling, as if he was a Buddhist arhat from the Western Heaven descending to earth.
Bodhidharma punched out and immediately brought up a tornado, flying sand and rocks wherever it went. The power of this punch was undoubtedly more powerful than before.
When Tang Feng saw this formation, he simply bit his steel teeth and immediately formed a seal with his hands, lighting up the entire divine kingdom. His whole body was also shining with golden light, and he looked far more charming than Bodhidharma.
"Dragon Fist!" With a stamp of his feet, he immediately rushed towards him like a divine dragon swimming in the air.
Under the agitation of the two fists, the yellow sand surged up one after another, completely covering the two of them.
In an instant, a loud bang erupted from the yellow sand. Because the yellow sand was too thick, people around could no longer see clearly what was going on inside.
But at this moment, a yellow figure suddenly shot out from the yellow sand, and with a bang, the man fell heavily to the ground.
Then he opened his mouth and vomited, and a line of blood immediately sprayed on the yellow sand. When everyone saw this, their expressions changed drastically. The person who poured out was none other than Shaolin Bodhidharma.
Everyone was stunned on the spot, even the Shaolin elders were all so shocked that they forgot to rush over to help Bodhidharma who fell on the ground.
No one could have imagined that it would be such a result. Although Bodhidharma asked the opponent to receive three punches, he was knocked to the ground with just the second punch.
At this time, Tang Feng straightened his body, holding the dragon spear that was as straight as his body, and walked out of the yellow sand step by step.
Everyone turned to look at him, their wide eyes filled with horror. At this moment, they even had the feeling that this guy who came out of the yellow sand was no longer a human being, but a god!
His steps were slow but steady. With every step he took, Bodhidharma felt as if the other person was stepping on his face, and his face was filled with burning pain.
Tang Feng finally came to him, thrust half of the dragon spear into the ground, and said condescendingly: "Are you going to use this third punch?"
