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Chapter 28
In Kong Wen's heart, Meng Xiuyuan was a little young and frivolous.

It's just that he didn't expect Meng Xiuyuan to be so crazy.

"Meng Shaoxia, are you really sure? The competition of internal power is very dangerous, and it can't be faked at all." Kong Wen couldn't help asking, considering Shaolin's reputation.

After all, for Meng Xiuyuan to compete with the three major monks of Shaolin Temple for internal strength, it would seem that Shaolin Temple is a bit despicable to say it out.

In internal strength, you can save a point for every point you practice.

The three god monks are almost in their 60s now, and they worshiped Shaolin Temple since they were young, and each of them has been cultivating internal energy for more than 50 years.

Moreover, they have a high position in Shaolin, and they are all practicing top-level Buddhist exercises, and their internal strength is much deeper than ordinary people.

From the swordsmanship and palming techniques that Meng Xiuyuan used before, it can be seen that Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength is very good, and he has the capital to be proud of.But no matter how Kong Wen speculated, it was hard to imagine that Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength would be higher than the three of them.

After all, even if Meng Xiuyuan started practicing from his mother's womb, it was only sixteen or seventeen years old. How could he compare to them, let alone let the three of them go together.

Kong Wen heard that Meng Xiuyuan said that he was fighting for his inner strength. He felt that he was winning, and he simply wanted to show the demeanor of the Shaolin Temple, so he said:
"Meng Shaoxia, it is the poor monk who took advantage of you. But the whereabouts of the villain Xie Xun, I really cannot let go of the Shaolin Temple.

In this way, let the poor monk compete with you for internal strength.

As long as you win the poor monk, you will admit defeat on behalf of the Shaolin Temple. "

Meng Xiuyuan shook his head helplessly, spread out his palm to Kong Wen and said:

"As long as you are happy, I don't care. Please."

Kong Wen understood this, shook his robe, stretched out his thin and old hand, and gently landed it on Meng Xiuyuan's hand.

The silent fight begins here.

In the entire hall, almost everyone was watching Meng Xiuyuan and Kong Wen, wondering who could win the battle of internal strength between the illustrious Shaolin abbot and the mysterious Wudang disciple.

Only the people of the Wudang faction knew the result when Kong Wen promised to compete with Dou Nei Gong.

Sure enough, in just a few breaths of time, Kong Wen's complexion began to quickly turn pale, beads of sweat dripping from his cheeks, and a straight line of white smoke formed from the top of his head, rushing straight towards him. Above the hall.

"Senior brother?!" When Kong Zhi saw Kong Wen behave like this, he naturally knew that he was at a disadvantage at this time, and was very surprised.

In such a short period of time, the senior brother in charge was suppressed. How high is Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength?

Kong Zhi didn't have time to think, seeing Kong Wen's body already shaking, he couldn't hesitate any longer.

"Senior brother, stay with me, brother, and help me!" Kong Zhi said, and put his right palm on Kong Wen's back.

"Oh, senior brother, I'm here!" Kong Xing heard the words and hurriedly did as he said.

In an instant, the form changed to Meng Xiuyuan fighting three gods and monks alone.

Feeling the two mellow and sturdy true qi from the same root and the same source from behind, Kong Wen finally took a breath and felt much more relaxed.

But at the same time, his heart became more and more distressed.

With the help of two junior brothers and sisters, even if he could finally defeat Meng Xiuyuan, it would be his Shaolin Temple backtracking.At that time, not only will you lose face, but the outcome of the bet will definitely be entangled.

Although he was still fighting, Kong Wen was thinking about how to explain his actions later.

But soon, he no longer dared to be distracted.Because Kong Wen found out that even if the two junior brothers helped each other, they didn't seem to have any advantage in this internal competition.

The internal force that Meng Xiuyuan sent out by himself actually suppressed the three of them together, making them even more passive.

Kong Wen raised his head and looked at Meng Xiuyuan with disbelief.At the same time, many things that I didn't want to understand just now suddenly have reasonable explanations.

"Meng Shaoxia, it must be the reincarnation of heaven and man..." Kong Wen struggled to squeeze a voice out of his teeth.

"The gods and monks praised me wrongly." Meng Xiuyuan's expression was still indifferent, but the output of internal force in his palm became more and more serious.

After a few breaths, the bodies of the three monks began to tremble in unison. Bean-sized sweat splashed on the floor tiles under their feet, and three pillars of white smoke rose straight up above their heads, like three chimneys.

"Master Kongwen, don't hold on any longer, your body can't bear it anymore." Meng Xiuyuan persuaded.

Although the three monks said that the total skill has been combined for more than 150 years, but the internal power is not only counted, but also influenced by many other conditions.

For example, the true qi of the three monks is far inferior to Meng Xiuyuan's pure energy, and it is much worse in quality.And although the three people cultivated are all Buddhist internal skills and have the same origin, but after all, the true qi cultivated by each person is different. It is true is not easy.

The most important thing is that due to the weakness of the three monks, the internal forces of both sides are almost all based on Kong Wen's body as the battlefield, so it doesn't take long for Kong Wen's meridians to bear it.

But even so, Kong Wen was still unwilling to admit defeat.

Because even if you don't talk about Xie Xun, just talking about the issue of face is a hurdle that Kong Wen can't get over.

Going back on the word, bullying the less with the big, and bullying the small with the big, all such shameless things have been done. If they still lose to Meng Xiuyuan, the last bit of Shaolin Temple's face will be lost on the ground.

Therefore, although Kong Wen knew that the odds of winning were not high, he also understood that after a while, he would not escape the end of his meridians and die, but the word "admit defeat" really weighed more than a thousand kilograms, and he couldn't say anything.

Naturally, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't let the Shaolin Abbot just die at his own hands, otherwise the feud between Shaolin and Wudang would really become a big one.

Helpless, he had no choice but to snort lightly, and suddenly burst out with all his strength to shake the three of Kong Wen away.

Hearing the sound of "Go!", the three monks flew out and fell to the ground in unison, unable to move up and down.A few disciples of the Yuanzi generation hurriedly stepped forward to help and barely stood up.

"I was forced by the situation just now, and I have offended many people. I hope the three priests will forgive me." Meng Xiuyuan bowed sincerely and saluted.

Although his hand saved Kong Wen's life, he also smashed the faces of the three monks to the ground, so broken that he couldn't even pick them up.

The emptiness and emptiness are disturbed, and although the breath is short of breath, it is impossible to say a word.Only Kong Wen's skill is superior, he reluctantly reluctantly breathed, and said weakly:

"It doesn't have to be like this, Meng Shaoxia's magic is unparalleled, I, Shaolin, admit defeat."

How can I not think of the city government with the air, and now in such a situation, it is more magnanimous to say the word admit defeat.

"Thank you god monk." Meng Xiuyuan clenched his fists towards Kong Wen, then ignored him, turned to look at the others in the hall and said loudly:

"Everyone here, but who else is willing to come forward and give advice? I, Meng Xiuyuan, are happy to accompany me!"

His words were relatively easy to say, until the last word "willing to accompany", but he had already used his inner strength.

The sound was not loud, but it shocked everyone present.

(End of this chapter)