The Shaolin monk used his 80% power to launch the Arhat Fist, but it only forced Tang Feng back eight steps. Everyone around him was moved when he saw this.
"This Tang Long Ci is really too strong. Compared to the Huashan Sword Discussion half a month ago, it seems that his strength has improved by leaps and bounds."
"Indeed, I also feel this way. Judging from the current situation, the Dragon Group's Ancestral Dragon Thorn is probably fully capable of taking on the Shaolin Monk's last move, right?"
"It shouldn't be a big problem, but it's hard to say. After all, this Shaolin monk is now at the ninth level of the Martial King, and his strength is unfathomable!"
People around were whispering, but many people sneered: "Shaolin is the Big Dipper of Wulin. This divine monk is now the founder of Shaolin. If we can't take down this Tang Dragon Thorn today, then Shaolin's face will be ruined."
It’s a complete loss!”
Hearing the sneers around them, not only the faces of Shaolin Xuanfa and other disciples were dull, but even the divine monk felt his face burning slightly.
At that moment, the Shaolin monk snorted heavily, and his voice rushed out with a violent momentum, knocking the people around him back several steps on the spot, scaring them so much that they no longer dared to whisper to themselves.
"Dragon Thorn boy, I have to say that with your current strength, you can indeed be regarded as a first-class master. I really underestimated you before!"
The Shaolin monk gritted his teeth and drank in a low voice, and then hummed: "Next, I will not hold back any more, I hope you will take care of yourself!"
As he finished speaking, the fat-headed monk, who was already a hundred years old but looked as greasy as a pig butcher, suddenly formed a seal with his hands, and a white light suddenly appeared above his head.
In an instant, a silver-white Xuandan flashed out and floated above his head. Although this Xuandan looked completely white, there was a hint of golden luster in the white light.
Moreover, the Xuandan of this old monk is far greater than that of Ancestor Long Hong Qitian and others. This also shows that the Xuandan of this old monk is far greater than that of Ancestor Long and others.
However, his Xuandan is still mostly white, and even if there is a golden luster, it is only a very small part. In other words, he has no hope of ever entering the golden elixir avenue again in this life.
Seeing the old guy offering the Mysterious Pill, Hong Qitian was horrified. He couldn't help but stand up and shouted coldly: "Holy Monk, the two sides are just competing. You don't need to sacrifice the Mysterious Pill, right?"
Shadow Dragon followed and snorted coldly: "Yes, the old monk Xuanfa also said just now that this divine monk is even older than the ancestor dragon. Now you want the ancestor dragon to take three moves from you. We have already done it."
If you make concessions, now you offer Xuandan again, it would be a bit of a bully!"
After hearing this, the Shaolin monk snorted coldly: "Since it's a martial arts competition, you have to use all your strength. What's the difference if you're playing tricks with a little kid?"
"Furthermore, although this boy Long Ci is young, his strength has far surpassed that of Zu Long. As the saying goes, those who are masters are respected. How come I bully the younger ones?"
Shadow Dragon originally wanted to say more, but Tang Feng suddenly waved his hand to interrupt him, then slowly raised his head, slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "Since the divine monk thinks so highly of me, even if he sacrifices the mysterious pill, then
So what, it’s not that easy to knock me down!”
"Good boy, your tone is so arrogant, I will see how you resist next, Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong!" The Shaolin monk roared, and the Xuandan suspended above his head suddenly surged.
The majestic Xuanyuan surged out and merged into his palm. At this moment, the sky was changing color due to the storm, and the surrounding leaves and sand were flying all over the sky due to the momentum leaked from his body.
Xuanyuan gathered more and more, so that eventually his entire body was enveloped in a ball of silver-white Xuanyuan, and people around him could no longer see his face clearly.
Suddenly he let out a wild roar, and rushed out like thunder. With a press of his palm, he immediately pressed down on Tang Feng with his majestic big palm print.
At this moment, Tang Feng's figure was still standing upright, but his hands were making continuous seals. In an instant, golden flames appeared all over his body.
The flames surged, and driven by Tang Feng, a divine fire shield formed in front of him in the blink of an eye.
As soon as the shield was formed, the big palm seal of Buddhism pressed down, and with a bang, the three thousand divine fire shields broke apart on the spot. However, although the big palm seal of Buddhism broke through the divine fire shield, most of its power had been reduced.
Yu Wei rushed towards him, but Tang Feng still stood as still as a javelin, but this time he didn't even take half a step back, let alone fall down.
The wild sand gradually subsided and the black clouds gradually dispersed. Only then could everyone see what was going on inside. When everyone saw Tang Feng still standing there, they screamed in surprise on the spot.
"Tang Long Ci won. Unexpectedly, the Shaolin monk sacrificed Xuan Dan and used the strongest move Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong, but he still couldn't knock Tang Long Ci down."
"Not only was he not knocked down, but he didn't even take half a step back. The Shaolin monk struck the strongest blow and didn't even hurt his skin. Tang Long Ci is really too strong!"
"This time, Shaolin lost, and it was a crushing defeat!" People around him sighed repeatedly.
As for Shaolin Wudang Huashan and others, they were all staring in disbelief with their mouths wide open. It was obvious from their looks that they had never thought that the Shaolin Patriarch would lose.
"The Patriarch and the Divine Monk were originally at the ninth level of the Martial King Realm. Even if the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong sent out powerful men of the same level, they would die under his hands, but now it turns out..."
Master Xuanfa murmured, but he could no longer say the next words.
The Shaolin monk was also stunned in place. Although the silver-white Xuandan on his head was still spinning, his whole person looked like he had lost his soul.
"Impossible, you kid can actually block my Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong, this is impossible!" After a while, the Shaolin monk roared again and again: "I am the number one master in China, how can I be defeated?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clenched his fist, then moved his right index and middle fingers forward a little, and in an instant, a terrifying finger force shot across the sky like a meteor, shooting towards Tang Feng at extremely high speed.
"Be careful with the Ancestral Dragon Thorn..." No one present could have imagined that this extremely senior Shaolin monk would be so despicable as to commit such a sneak attack.
Tang Feng was also surprised, obviously he had not expected it, but his reaction was not slow at all. As soon as the other party pointed his finger, he also moved accordingly.
He raised his right hand slightly, and a golden spear immediately condensed out. Then he waved his right arm, and the golden spear shot out immediately.
Almost in an instant, the white finger force collided with the golden spear. With a whoosh, the white finger force was directly scattered. The golden spear rushed forward without losing its momentum.
Bang……
But in the blink of an eye, the golden spear rushed towards the chest of the Shaolin monk, tearing his protective shield on the spot. The whole person was directly sent flying back fifteen steps, and finally staggered to the ground.