Chapter 17 Defeat the enemy with one finger and shock the whole audience
But for Mu Cang.
This pitifully fragile spiritual power is simply ridiculous.
Especially the contemptuous thought faintly revealed by this spiritual power made Mu Cang laugh incessantly.
Therefore, he didn't even block it, and just let the opponent's Prajna Secret Mantra enter his mind.
Mu Cang shook his head slightly, with a mocking smile on his lips:
"Haha, old monk, do you think I'm arrogant? Do you want to teach me a lesson?"
If there is no estimation error.
The spiritual power of the old monk Zhenming who has practiced hard for more than a hundred years has been converted into the attributes of his soul that he knows.
Most likely, only two digits.
Small.
Very small.
Too small.
In Zhen Ming's view.
The arrogant prince in the distance must have been mentally stiff at this time, with no ability to fight back.
So, he is going to take action.
"Let the old monk teach you how to respect your opponent and respect the martial arts."
After saying this, the old monk stepped with the sole of his foot.
Bang!!
Rocks on the ground cracked.
Zhen Ming's blurry figure suddenly crossed a distance of tens of meters and rushed to Mu Cang's face.
The next moment, the old monk spread out the five fingers of his right hand.
The withered and yellow palms suddenly turned red and swollen.
It is obvious that Qi and blood have reached the extreme level.
"Arhat Mahamudra!"
While drinking, Zhen Ming's palm came out like an iron pestle to subdue a demon, and slapped Mu Cang's chest hard.
But at this moment.
Clang!!!
A clear sound resounded through the eardrums, causing the old monk's head to buzz and hurt.
The charging figure suddenly froze.
In a trance.
He seemed to see an ordinary clay statue of a god, and suddenly his divine light shone brightly.
Hum~~
This statue suddenly transformed into a celestial war god with an angry frown.
Lifting the Fangtian Euphorbia, it thrust towards him with supreme majesty.
It's as if he is just a little monster in the world.
At this time, he was arrogant and dared to challenge the power of heaven.
In an instant, a brilliant celestial power descended.
I want to completely suppress the old monk Zhenming to the point of eternal destruction.
Outside the ring.
From the perspective of many martial arts experts who were watching the battle, the duel between the two was a different scene.
In their eyes.
Mu Cang, who was originally ordinary, suddenly became more powerful.
It almost overwhelmed the whole audience.
This huge momentum.
Like an immortal, like a Buddha, the most holy and divine.
It makes people unable to control themselves.
Immediately afterwards, Mu Cang put his right hand behind his back.
The extremely majestic momentum just now disappeared visibly to the naked eye, just like ice and snow melting.
No.
It’s not disappearing.
It was magically absorbed into one finger of his left hand.
That finger pointed straight at Monk Zhenming.
Snap!
Mu Cang pointed out.
In the center of the old monk's right palm.
In an instant, he was 'sealed' in place, motionless.
Zhen Ming stood there in shock, maintaining the same posture as before, his whole body stiff.
At this moment.
He felt a powerful, domineering and mind-shaking power suddenly penetrate into his body.
The powerful and thick Qi and blood penetrated layer by layer, and the blood circulation in the body was messed up. It was not uncomfortable to rush left and right.
It even goes back to the mind and heart, causing it to buzz and lose control.
After a long time.
Only then did Zhen Ming come back to his senses.
He suddenly realized that he had fallen to the ground.
Moreover, the pain in the muscles and bones all over the body was unbearable, and the energy and blood in the body were even more chaotic. Even the soul was damaged, causing the head to feel dizzy.
Zhen Ming couldn't help but raised his head and asked in shock: "You, you, you? How is that possible?!"
The old monk obviously couldn't accept the fact that he lost in one move.
It’s not just that he can’t accept it.
Wang Nanxun, Gu Tianliu, and Xuancheng, the three Vajra Indestructibles, all looked shocked and disbelieving.
Even the hundreds of martial arts masters who were watching the battle had their eyes wide open and their mouths slightly open, all shocked.
After a few seconds, these martial arts masters burst into an uproar.
There was a huge uproar in the whole place.
"I'm stupid!"
"Am I dreaming?!"
"How can it be just one move!"
"Even King Kong is indestructible and he can do it in one move!"
"He is only twenty years old!"
"Is it possible that His Highness the Ninth Prince is really the best in the world?!"
Intense discussions continued.
Everyone is uttering words frantically, trying to resolve their shock.
"Didn't you say it would take a long time? Look! Look! Hahahaha!"
Song Di patted Bai Xiaosheng and laughed wildly, as if he was the one who killed Zhen Ming, not Mu Cang.
Bai Xiaosheng also looks suspicious of life.
He kept waving his hands and sighing: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything now."
Taoist Xuancheng, who was sitting at the top of the auditorium, looked livid and felt extremely stressed for a moment.
He couldn't help but roar in his heart:
‘How can it be so strong?!’
‘This thief! This thief!’
‘The thief who stole my martial art!’
As early as midnight yesterday.
He received the news of the deaths of Zhang Qiyuan and Feng Yongchao, as well as the details of their deaths.
Xuanchengzi is almost certain that it was Mu Cangxia's hand.
As for how the other party got the technique from Zhang Qiyuan in just one day.
It seems that he has practiced quite well.
He couldn't understand it at all.
But no matter what, Taoist Xuancheng has now determined it.
This Ninth Prince Mu Cang definitely stole his sect’s skills through despicable methods.
But when I think about it, even with Zhenming Lao Ballu’s advanced cultivation level, even his exquisite mystical methods failed to work.
Taoist Xuancheng couldn't help but grit his teeth and whispered: "The intimidation technique can't be used anymore, I have to go all out!"
Not to mention the public’s reaction.
On the ring, Mu Cang looked leisurely, slowly walked up to Zhen Ming with his hands behind his back, and chuckled:
"Old monk, you seem to have misunderstood something."
Zhen Ming's beard trembled as he struggled to get up and whispered:
"Poor monk...poor monk..."
Mu Cang smiled and continued:
"You always thought I was arrogant?"
"You are wrong, old monk. It's not that I am arrogant, but that you are arrogant!"
After saying this, Mu Cang said nothing and turned to leave.
Zhen Ming's pupils trembled and he lowered his bald head.
This battle.
Mu Cang, great victory!
Time passes quickly.
Wang Nanxun and Gu Tianliu were also standing on the ring at this moment.
After the two exchanged pleasantries, they began to fight.
For a moment, the wind roared in the arena, and the sound of air bursting could be heard endlessly.
Mu Cang, who is in the audience, doesn't mind that he has a lot of martial arts skills.
Still watching the battle between the two attentively.
Wang Nanxun's marksmanship is both wide open and close, and also contains a strong spooky spirit.
The big spear is always thrust out from incredible angles, causing the surrounding air to explode and ghosts to hiss and scream.
Gu Tianliu's movements were even bigger, highlighting his elegant and unrestrained appearance.
As the old man's figure flickers, several phantoms that are difficult to distinguish between true and false appear from time to time.
Coupled with the fierce force coming out of the sleeves of the main body, Wang Nanxun, who was surrounded together, looked a little embarrassed.
Mu Cang, who was watching the battle from a distance, had his eyes flashing.
"Yingui Spear Technique", "Youluo Qigong", "Crane Legs", "Seven Steps to Looking at the Stars", "Transferring Spirits and Qi", "Haoran True Kung Fu"...
The martial arts revealed during the battle between the two were constantly studied by him and integrated into his own martial arts system.
In the end, Gu Tianliu made a clever move on the ring and cracked Wang Nanxun's sternum, winning.
However, the former also suffered some minor injuries, wheezing and coughing up blood, and staggering slightly.
"Your Highness, there is no need for us to compete."
Gu Tianliu's face was pale, he coughed and waved his hand at Mu Cang, "Old bald donkey is so strong that you can defeat him with just one move. Old man, I'm not in good condition right now. Oh, forget it."
"If there is a chance in the future, let's discuss it with His Highness."
