The Heavens: Starting from the Flowing Gold

Gu Yi climbed over the wall and came to the Shaolin Scripture Library.

The sky was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly, which was good weather for fighting.

Gu Yi saw a skinny monk in a monk's robe sweeping the floor with a broom in the corridor. His movements were not fast, even a little slow, and every move revealed some of his martial arts skills.

Gu Yi appeared behind him.

The Sweeping Monk felt the breath behind him and could sense that the other party was extremely powerful and had no concealment at all. Even with his internal strength standing far away, he could still feel the great oppression.

"What brings you here, benefactor?" The sweeping monk turned around and saw a young man standing behind him. The powerful aura just now was emitted by him.

"Of course I came here to challenge my seniors."

The sweeping monk looked at Gu Yi and said, "Then follow me. This is the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple. It would be bad if the fighting was too intense and destroyed this place."

Gu Yi nodded.

The Sweeping Monk didn't make any move, and his movements were not fast, but he could cover several feet in one step. He could only barely keep up by using the skill of "Treading on Snow Without Leaving a Footprint" with all his strength.

The sweeping monk naturally noticed Gu Yi's steps, "What a beautiful Qinggong, the donor is really a young and promising man."

"It is nothing like the master's leisurely stroll in the garden, just like strolling on the street, relaxed and natural."

The two of them arrived at a deserted place as if they were walking on flat ground, and the Sweeping Monk finally stopped.

The Sweeping Monk was still holding the broom, and there was no trace of martial arts in his body. He was like an old monk without any internal strength.

Gu Yi already understood that he was far inferior to his opponent in this regard, so he drew his sword and took the lead in attacking.

An invisible sword energy shot out from his left hand, and his right hand stabbed out like lightning at the same time. The Sweeping Monk's strength was terrifying, and the only way to succeed was to seize the initiative first.

The Sweeping Monk saw Gu Yi's actions, and his slightly narrowed eyes seemed a little surprised, "The Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword, I didn't expect that I would be able to see it one day."

Gu Yi naturally also heard what the Sweeping Monk said. The Duan family has not mastered the Six Meridians Divine Sword for a hundred years. Doesn't the Sweeping Monk's words mean that he is at least a hundred years old?

But the Sweeping Monk was just sweeping the floor, gently waving the broom in his hand, and the sharp and fast invisible sword energy was dissolved invisibly by a powerful force.

However, Gu Yi was unable to tell what martial arts the Sweeping Monk was using, or whether he was simply relying on his own powerful internal strength to forcibly dissolve the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

At this moment, he didn't have time to think so much, because the sword tip had already arrived in front of the Sweeping Monk.

"The Xiaoyao Sect's Lingbo Weibu." The Sweeping Monk recognized the light skill displayed by Gu Yi again. He stretched out two fingers and made a flower-picking gesture, intending to directly and forcefully block the sword attack from Gu Yi.

"Senior has good eyesight."

Gu Yi did not relax at all. He poured his internal energy into the sword blade, condensing a three-inch sword energy.

When the Sweeping Monk touched the sword, he was also shocked. He had never expected that it contained such terrifying internal strength, which was not much different from his own.

Quickly change moves and turn fingers into palms.

Thousand Leaf Palm, Shaolin martial arts.

Gu Yi recognized this Shaolin martial art instantly, but found out the next moment that he was wrong. The Sweeping Monk's Thousand Leaf Palm was already extraordinary and could not be treated with common sense at all. It seemed like a simple palm, but it had infinite variations. No matter where the sword fell from, it would be blocked without any weakness.

Gu Yi was shocked when he felt a powerful palm force coming from the sword tip. However, he still responded calmly, retreating his body to dissipate the powerful palm force.

"The donor's internal strength is truly terrifying, and is actually almost as strong as that of this old monk."

The Sweeping Monk was still holding the broom, not affected by what happened before at all.

Really strong!

The Sweeping Monk is just like Qiao Feng. It is not martial arts that make them successful, but they who make martial arts successful.

Simple martial arts in their hands can bring out endless power. "Master, you are too kind. Your Thousand Leaf Palm is truly amazing."

The sweeping monk did not comment, "Donor, do you want to continue?"

"Of course, Master, please teach me."

Gu Yi raised his sword again, and the sword tip was more than twice as fast as before.

"What a fast sword."

The Sweeping Monk waved the broom casually and easily blocked the sword without any flaws.

The sword kept stabbing at the Sweeping Monk, as fast as a startled wild goose, one sword faster than the other, and each sword was aimed at the vital points, hoping to reveal a flaw in the Sweeping Monk.

Sword lights kept flashing on the open ground, slowly one sword turned into several swords, dozens of swords, and finally evolved into sword shadows all over the sky, but there was still no chance. The Sweeping Monk could easily resist all attacks with just his broom.

Capturing the dragon!
Gu Yi formed a claw with one hand and activated the Dragon Catching Skill instantly, catching the Sweeping Monk off guard.

However, the Sweeping Monk reacted in an instant, and with just a slight shake of his arm, he was already free from the control of the Dragon Catching Skill.

Then another palm was slapped out, and the internal force rushed towards Gu Yi like a tidal wave, continuously, and he could not dodge in time. The hundred years of internal force to protect himself was useless. This palm force was similar to the technique of hitting a bull from a distance, and it could inject one's own strength into the body.

Gu Yi was beaten back in an instant, and felt his blood boiling and he almost vomited blood.

After calming down his qi and blood, Gu Yi raised his head and looked at the sweeping monk.

He was really strong. After several battles, he gained nothing and was forced to retreat again and again. No matter how he attacked, he could not find any weaknesses. But the Sweeping Monk just stood there and felt that his whole body was full of weaknesses. However, as long as he attacked, these weaknesses would disappear and turn into an iron wall.

Moreover, the palm strike just now seemed light, but it contained tremendous force, which was hard for mortals to resist. If he had not been endowed with an innate body and blessed with the strength of a dragon and a tiger, he would have vomited blood by now.

The Sweeping Monk was also looking at Gu Yi. Although the force he used in his palm strike just now was not his full strength, it was still about 70% of his strength, but it did not make him cough up blood.

How strange, how strange.

Gu Yi threw away his sword, condensed invisible sword energy in his right hand, and walked to the front of the Sweeping Monk with light steps.

He fought at close range while practicing the Bei Ming Divine Art.

The powerful suction force was even stronger than the previous Dragon Catching Skill. The Sweeping Monk felt that his internal strength was shaken a little and he was somewhat out of control.

“So that’s how it is. The donor is actually practicing the North Sea Divine Art.” The Sweeping Monk simply put his palms together, and an invisible energy emanated from it, easily blocking the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and the North Sea Divine Art he had displayed had no effect at all.

"Donor, I have been practicing Buddhism for more than a hundred years. I just have some advantages due to my age. With time, you will naturally reach my level."

"The junior is willing to lose."

Gu Yi understood that even if he continued to fight, there was no point at all. In his current state, he was definitely not able to defeat the Sweeping Monk.

In other words, he tried his best, but there was still no way. It was even difficult to hurt the Sweeping Monk. He was still far from it.

However, he did not feel any loss. He had only been practicing martial arts for a short time and he would definitely be able to surpass the Sweeping Monk in the future.

The Sweeping Monk did not make things difficult for Gu Yi and went straight back to Shaolin Temple.

Gu Yi did not leave Shaolin, after all, he still had an important matter to deal with.

Gu Yi first rested for a few days at the foot of Shaolin Temple, thinking about what he had gained from the battle with the Sweeping Monk.

The Sweeping Monk's internal strength was not much stronger than his, and might even be less than his in quantity, but the power he exerted was far greater than his.

It is really puzzling. (End of this chapter)