Young man, please stay

Chapter 343: The Long-awaited Battle

Behind the imperial palace is Qingshuyuan.

"Amitabha--"

In a courtyard surrounded by several tiled houses, an old monk chanted Buddhist mantras that echoed like the sound of a huge bell, resounding through heaven and earth. He was dressed in a blood-red cassock, his face was calm, and his eyes were empty without any whites, as if he had no soul.

Standing opposite him was Qin Lang who had already awakened.

"Evil monk! Do you know where this place is?"

"Amitabha, it is my destiny to descend from the sky to slay demons and monsters, even if it means going to the ends of the earth."

There is no point in saying more. This evil monk had launched a surprise attack. Fortunately, Qin Lang sensed the threat from the outside world at the critical moment. The rich golden internal force in his dantian has now become a gel-like substance. It was released at the first opportunity to form a solid protective shield, resisting Chan Kong's sneak attack. Then he fought with him fiercely with several palms. The violent and intertwined palm winds lifted the dust and fallen leaves of the entire courtyard into the sky.

"Qin Lang..."

Su Yupan, who was far away in Taihua Palace, noticed the situation in the direction of Qingshu Courtyard. He lightly tapped his feet again and leaped to rush over.

But this movement didn't matter. Su Yupan was shocked to find that he could have taken a step over ten meters, but after taking the step, he just stayed in the same place and moved only one or two inches at most.

"Bald donkey!"

Su Yupan looked over angrily, and saw the gray-robed Zen monk holding an extremely simple stone bowl in his hand, which emitted a faint light.

"So close yet so far away... Chan Zhen Temple actually let you bring all this out! What on earth was that for?!"

"Amitabha."

The gray-robed Chankong was now just chanting the Buddha's name and said no more. Su Yupan decisively attacked the stone bowl, and Chankong directly held it in front of him. A layer of silver arc light blocked the two hand knives of Su Yupan, making a sound as clear as glass.

"Chan Kong, do you really want to stop me today? Do you know that this is not only courting death for you, but will also implicate your Chan Zhen Temple? Do you really think that I can do nothing about your Chan Zhen Temple just because it claims to be a secluded place?"

"Amitabha…"

Chan Kong still did not respond to the empress. Compared to his initial fear and caution towards the empress, his current "fearlessness" was actually more of a "carelessness".

Because anyone with a discerning eye could see that at this moment, the whites of Chankong's eyes had disappeared, and he was like a walking corpse.

But veins suddenly bulged on his old hands, and silver internal energy flowed along the veins into the stone bowl in his hands. Then he pushed the stone bowl into the air. The stone bowl seemed to have life and blasted towards the empress according to the old monk's thoughts.

The empress smiled beautifully. If she were facing an old monk who had lost his mind, she could just raise her hand and kill him.

But what annoyed him right now was this mysterious stone bowl called "Within a Mile, Yet Away".

On the surface, this thing looks like it is used for begging for food, but in fact it is no longer an object that can be compared with any magic weapon in the mundane world. Just with the martial arts of Monk Chankong who is a half-step master, he can turn it into a top-notch combat force that is capable of resisting the attack of the empress, which really gives Su Yupan a headache.

Boom!

Clang!

Facing the attack from the stone bowl, Su Yupan waved her red sleeves repeatedly and slapped several times with her palms, but she could only push the stone bowl back. Unless the controller was killed, hitting the stone bowl was like chopping a kitchen knife on a rock, and there was nothing she could do. But the problem was that whenever the empress wanted to attack Chankong directly, the stone bowl would always protect her in time.

What should I do?

……

On Qin Lang's side, the blood-robed Zen Kong was also a walking corpse. Although he did not have a rare item like the stone bowl, if someone compared the two, it would not be difficult to find that the blood-robed Zen Kong was actually more powerful than the grey-robed one.

In other words, Blood-Robed Zenkong is a master.

“Hahaha!”

At this moment, Chan Kong let out a loud roar, and then his sleeves fluttered. As he put his withered hands together, two large silver hands suddenly appeared on both sides of Qin Lang, pressing towards him with their hands together.

Qin Lang held his breath and concentrated his mind. Strings of white, purple and red words flashed successively on the golden suspended liquid in his dantian. With the blessing of the three kinds of Yao Chi mental methods, the surging golden internal force manifested outside his body, and the Eight Extremes Dragon-Catching Palm was performed. Two golden air waves surged out as Qin Lang stretched his arms to the left and right at the same time, and forcibly defeated the two silver hands that were about to close.

The old monk was fine after the fight, but Qin Lang's hands felt a little numb.

But what was unusual was that this was the only adverse reaction Qin Lang experienced.

"It seems that I can now... fight the Grandmaster..."

He clenched his fists and slowly raised his head. The old monk's dull eyes were staring at him. After a moment, he sighed:
"Although he is indeed young and promising, I still cannot tell whether he is really that or not..."

At this moment, Qin Lang felt an inexplicable tingling on his body. Even though the blood-robed Zen Kong's eyes were deep, Qin Lang still felt like he was being seen naked. While hesitating, he heard the old monk sigh again:
"I can't find it... Could it be that the vision really has nothing to do with you... Well, it's better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go."

After he finished speaking, the old monk's figure flashed like a ghost and he came in front of Qin Lang in an instant. He pushed and slapped with his palms, and his internal force and energy became higher and higher.

This is the unique skill of Chanzhen Temple, the Palm of Great Compassion and Great Mercy. After Qin Lang used the Eight Extremes Dragon-Catching Palm to deflect several palms in succession, he found that the opponent's palm wind and intention did not decrease but increased, and the momentum became more and more fierce. Finally, he used all his internal strength to fight, and the whole woodshed was almost directly destroyed. The impact of the air wave threw smoke, dust and broken tiles in all directions, causing a crackling sound.

If an ordinary person was present, even the smallest impact would be enough to kill him.

Generally speaking, a deserted house will always have a lot of miscellaneous things piled up.

The same is true for Qingshuyuan.

Qin Lang happened to not have his Zhuipian Knife with him at the moment. After the woodshed collapsed, several abandoned weapons were scattered in the corner. Qin Lang immediately took a fancy to a large ring knife. While picking it up with his right hand, he leaped forward with his left foot. When he rushed in front of Chan Kong, his right hand took advantage of the momentum and used a single-handed force to split Huashan.

clang--!
There was a crisp sound of metal and stone. A silver light flashed on the old monk's hand. He made a crane hand move, raised his hand and hooked it, and blocked it head-on with the back of his hand. Qin Lang immediately turned around and swept through the enemy. The old monk turned his right hand into a fist and was not afraid at all. Qin Lang raised his back with one hand to block the knife. The old monk's fist hit the knife. The gold and silver energies surged, and a deep mark was cut on the walls of the surrounding houses.

Qin Lang continued his strength and struck Huashan with his powerful blow, this time directly cutting a long and deep groove on the ground. The old monk dodged by leaping and turning behind Qin Lang. Before he landed on the ground, Qin Lang leaned back and slashed at Chankong's face with the sword in his hand. Chankong immediately supported himself on the ground with both hands and did a back kick to pierce Qin Lang's wrist.

Qin Lang dodged again, and the next moment he stepped on the brick wall and jumped onto the roof. The sword in his hand shone brightly with golden light and carried an unparalleled sharp aura, like mountains and sea waves, almost pressing down on the entire Qingshu Courtyard.

The old monk crossed his hands and turned them into double pushing palms, with silver flames covering his entire body, and he pushed hard at Qin Lang who was swooping down from the air.

boom--!
Two huge forces exploded instantly, and the entire Qingshu Courtyard was buried in billowing smoke and dust.

(End of this chapter)