Immortal Martial God Chapter 370

That day, the Xuanzong man was angry with Xiang Nan, but he turned his eyes and said, “you say we are villains. We have learned Buddhism Xuangong, which is to help the tyrant? Why do you say that? Who doesn’t know that my Haoran sect is a noble and upright family, and a chivalrous one. ”

“If we are not evil, how can we help the tyrant if we exchange the Xuangong of Buddhism with us?”

Xiang Nan put up a shed and looked at the direction of tianxuanzong.

Everyone was so confused by Xiang Nan’s action that many young monks rushed to look at Tian Xuanzong and put their hands on their forehead like Xiang Nan.

The direction of tianxuanzong is even more strange. That day, the Xuanzong man didn’t know what Xiang Nan was looking at. He looked behind him.

“Oh, so many people!” Xiang Nan patted his thigh and said, “there are so many Haoran sect disciples and three semi holy elders here.”

“You’re blocking the gate of Feiyun temple, and you have to exchange skills with others. I don’t see that this is not chivalrous and righteous, nor is it a noble and decent style.”

“Have your own actions refuted your own words? It’s like hitting yourself in the face. ”

Many young monks in Feiyun temple can’t help laughing. They feel very happy.

On that day, the Xuanzong man was so angry that he almost burst out with a mouthful of old blood.

“What a clever boy!” Song Mingcheng stood up and pointed out to Xiang Nan: “I’ll kill you today!”

That power contains the power of semi holy realm, which can be called destroying heaven and earth.

Xiang Nan Si was not worried about her life.

Sure enough, the abbot threw his right hand, and the old cassock flew out directly in front of Xiang Nan. The white light on the cassock was shining.

That song Mingcheng’s terrible finger hit the cassock, immediately beat the cassock, but did not penetrate.

“Good!” Song Mingcheng was so angry that he said, “my Haoran sect came here with good intentions, but you Feiyun Temple sent an unknown boy to slander my reputation!”

“I’ll tell you the truth. You’ve already offended tianxuanzong. Today, you either exchange Buddhism Xuangong with us or wait for the army of haoranzong to invade us!”

“Choose for yourself!”

“Fight! I’m afraid you won’t do it! ” The young monks cried out one after another.

The young disciples of tianxuanzong, with cold eyes, yelled at Feiyun temple.

“I am merciful.” The abbot put his hands together. This sentence, like thunder, exploded in people’s minds, and the scene immediately quieted down.

The abbot said, “Haoran is in the East and Feiyun is in the West. They are both forces of justice in canglan. We must not hurt the harmony.”

The fake Xiang Nan said, “well, since we are talking about martial arts, we only talk about martial arts, not about good and evil.”

“It’s not up to you or us to decide who’s right or who’s evil, but it’s up to us to decide who’s more suitable to practice the Xuangong of Buddhism.”

“So.” The fake Xiang Nan said, “let’s send our young disciples to practice Buddhism together. Who can learn better will win, OK?”

“If you win, we’ll leave immediately. If we win, you’ll trade with us.”

“That’s a good way!” Song Mingcheng clapped his hands: “that’s settled, abbot. What do you say?”

The abbot nodded: “it’s a way.”

Now that there is no choice, it’s better to fight or to compete, but it’s better to compete than to fight.

With that, the abbot stepped back to leave a space for the midfield and said, “Dragon Court.”

“Yes An old monk with white hair, hands together, went to the middle of the field, said: “poor monk flying dragon house, Teng Jing.”

The Dragon soars all over the world, and the air is so strong that the leader of the flying dragon academy is actually an eminent monk of the Teng generation, the same generation as the abbot.

The abbot and the abbot are different. The abbot is the highest “leader” of the whole feilongyuan, and the abbot only controls the feilongyuan.

Feilong temple is a martial arts school of Feiyun temple. Almost all the experts of Feiyun Temple come from this school. After studying in this school, they are divided into other schools.

That Teng Jing says to the direction of Tian Xuanzong: “how to compare the law, please Haoran Zong’s friends, give a way.”

“Not so much.” Song Mingcheng said: “we each send a younger generation, and you will teach our younger generation a kind of Buddhist Xuangong. The latter two younger generations fight, and whoever is more powerful will win!”

“Well Isn’t that unfair? ” Teng Jingqi said: “our younger generation has a good foundation in learning Buddhism all the year round.”

“The old bald ass is so stupid.” The dream butterfly curls a mouth, way: “all what time, still help others talk.”

Song Mingcheng laughed and said, “you kids have been studying for many years, and we can surpass you when we just learn. Does that mean that we are more qualified to study Buddhism Xuangong?”

“But You’ve really taken advantage of it, so the Buddhist Xuangong that both sides use to fight must be designated by me. “”Not bad.” That Teng Jing didn’t doubt him, so he agreed on the spot.

“These people have bad intentions.” Xiang Nan thought in a low voice: “they probably came here prepared after learning Buddhism.”

“Good!” Song Mingcheng said: “I heard that there is a fingering called Moke finger in feilongyuan. I admire it very much. Let’s use this fingering as a fighting skill.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t win in a match, but we’ll fight until no one comes to fight in your Feiyun temple!”

“Good.” Teng Jing nodded and said, “Yundu, go out.”

“The disciple is here!” Yundu puts down his Zen stick and goes to tengjing with his hands together.

Teng Jing said, “Moco, how long have you studied?”

Yundu said: “the younger generation is not talented. The finger of Nianhua is not yet mature, and the finger of Moco is only two years old

“Good.” Song Mingcheng appointed Xiang nan to fight.

That Song Ming Cheng said: “I live in Xiangnan. I’m a martial arts genius. I’ll let him learn the most precious treasure of Guizong, Moke finger.”

That Teng Jing looked at “Xiang Nan” and said: “Xiang Nan, you can watch it.”

With that, Teng Jing waved his right hand, and suddenly came a ten meter ancient bell from the distance of Feiyun temple!

Teng Jing took a look at the realm of “Xiang Nan” and said, “you and Yundu are the same five elements of Guiyuan, so the poor monk will also suppress the realm to the five elements of Guiyuan, so watch it!”

With that, Teng Jing put his right hand wide sleeve open, pointed out with his right index finger toward the huge bell, and said, “there are three fingers in the Moko fingering, which means three go to hell!”

This first finger is the index finger, but see that Teng Jing a point out, fingertip vitality condensation, a fire mark shot out!

This fire mark hit the giant clock, which immediately caused a dull sound of the giant clock, and left a shallow burning mark.

“What a hard clock!” Mengdie said in a low voice: “the hardness of this clock should have the hardness of authentic local weapons.”

Xiang Nan nodded thoughtfully. During the joint examination, the hardness of the challenge arena was only comparable to that of low-frequency weapons, and the ancient bell itself was the level of local products, even harder than the challenge arena.

But why does this fingering look so familiar?

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