Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The two of them were fighting head-on, neither of them convinced, but Monk Zhiyuan and the other two old men were very subtle.

He was fighting one against two, just entangled them, not eager to take ruthless action, not seeking merit but not making mistakes.

Although he was filled with murderous intent, it did not affect his rationality.

It was the basic ability of Feitian Temple to completely separate rationality from emotion.

Feitian Temple was most particular about planting lotus in the fire and turning poison into wisdom. Without this concentration and control, he could not become a top-grade master.

The two old men opposite him were also happy to do so, killing time slowly, waiting to see the result of the hard fight between Master Murong and Monk Huiling.

They concluded that Master Murong would win in the end.

Monk Huiling's injury was not serious and he had almost recovered, but Master Murong was originally stronger than Monk Huiling, and even if he was injured now, he was still stronger than Monk Huiling.

The two of them could not fight for a few moves, and Monk Huiling would be injured, and then his injury would worsen, and he would eventually lose, either escape or be killed.

Then the three of them will surround and kill Zhiyuan together!

Monk Huiling's face flushed, and the golden light on his palms became dimmer and dimmer, from golden to purple gold, and he had already pushed the Vajra Palm to the extreme.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The muffled sound was like thunder.

Lin Feiyang, who was not far away, shook his head and felt that this old monk was too stubborn. Why did he have to fight hard?

Master Murong was already injured. At this time, he should use clever strength to consume his strength instead of fighting hard.

Obviously, he couldn't beat him.

Sure enough, Monk Huiling's face gradually turned pale, and he was already injured.

Master Murong said coldly: "The defeated general wants to turn over, dreaming!"

"Old Murong, today is your death day!"

"Hey!" Master Murong sneered: "You are just showing off your eloquence. The martial arts of Vajra Temple are really disappointing."

"Bullshit, bullshit!" Monk Huiling was furious: "Your Chenghai Dao martial arts are even worse!"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

As the two talked, their palms kept hitting each other.

Monk Huiling's face became paler and paler, and Master Murong also became paler.

The Great Vajra Palm is so strong and yang that the Return to Silence Palm cannot be completely eliminated. This remaining part combined with the Flying God Palm that originally remained in the body made the internal organs ache slightly and the injury worse.

Master Murong looked at Monk Huiling's face and evaluated how many more palms he could take and how many palms he could withstand.

He finally concluded that Monk Huiling would not be able to take another twenty palms, but he could withstand twenty palms, so he was still confident of winning.

Lin Feiyang shook his head in the shadows.

That's it?

Is this a fight between first-class grandmasters?

Too ugly, isn't it?

It's totally different from what I imagined.

In my imagination, the grandmaster's body movements should be extremely fast and wonderful, his moves should be exquisite, the scene should be whistling winds, flying sand and rocks, ruthlessly wreaking havoc on everything around.

This is the power of the grandmaster!

But the reality is that the two old guys banged their palms against each other, and there was no flying sand or rocks around, as if they were playing around without using the qi.

In fact, the qi is condensed but not dispersed, and the palm power is contained but not released. It is all gathered under the skin, and then released when it comes into contact with the opponent, exerting the greatest power.

No matter how pure the qi is, once it leaves the body and goes into the air, its power will be weakened. Once it is weakened and collides with the opponent's palm power, it will naturally suffer.

So it looks like they are fighting with masters of the earthly realm who have not yet formed qi.

This is returning to nature.

In Fakong's mind, their palms collided like a series of small suns, shining brightly and stunningly.

But in Lin Feiyang's eyes, it was ordinary and extremely dull.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The muffled sound was still dull, and the injuries of both of them were getting worse.

Monk Huiling narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Old Murong, you are going to die today, do you have any last words?"

"A strategy to attack the heart? Childish and ridiculous!" Master Murong said coldly, "It's to encourage yourself, Huiling, you are tired of living, you escaped before, and you dare to come back!"

"Old Murong, think about it, why do we dare to come back?" Monk Huiling laughed complacently, "There must be something to rely on, right?"

Master Murong's heart moved, but his face was still disdainful, "Is it the elixir? When did you have the elixir in your Vajra Temple?"

"It's the elixir!" Monk Huiling said proudly, "We have a magic elixir that can immediately recover from injuries!"

He suddenly had an idea.

"Ridiculous." Master Murong snorted coldly.

There is no such elixir in the world that can immediately heal the injuries caused by the Grandmaster. I have never heard of it.

"Don't believe it?" Monk Huiling waved his palm and said proudly: "Then how did our injuries heal?"

He laughed and said: "I will take this elixir again soon, so you should prepare to die!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand to grab his chest.

Master Murong's Guiji Palm suddenly turned into Chenghai Seal, and his movements suddenly accelerated by twice, and his hands lightly printed on his chest.

"Bang!" Monk Huiling did not dodge and also slapped him on the chest.

The two bounced away, sprayed a stream of blood in the air, and staggered to the ground, both of them were seriously injured.

Master Murong already had a jade bottle in his hand, showing a faint smile.

He did not take it, keeping a watchful eye.

What if this was Monk Huiling deceiving him, what if it was poison?

He smiled faintly and slowly put the jade bottle into his arms.

Monk Hui Ling felt the nectar pouring in, quickly repairing his injured internal organs and eliminating the strange strength and spirit in his body.

This is what he really admired about the Rejuvenation Mantra.

It can actually eliminate the divine will of a first-class master. The power of Buddhism is really incredible.

Lin Feiyang was amazed in the shadows.

I thought the old monk was stupid, but I didn't expect that he would cheat. There is no so-called magic pill at all. It is the monk's Rejuvenation Mantra.

But he didn't say it was the Rejuvenation Mantra but the magic pill, just to lure Master Murong to snatch his magic pill and injure Master Murong.

This is a method of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Otherwise, the old monk really couldn't hit Master Murong. Master Murong's body movements are wonderful and his moves are exquisite. It is really difficult to deal with him. It is difficult to exchange injuries for injuries.

Monk Huiling said disdainfully: "Do you think I only have one bottle?"

He quickly took out another bottle from his sleeve and raised it proudly: "Old Murong, you're wasting your energy!"

Master Murong's face was gloomy. He suddenly appeared in front of Monk Huiling and slapped him with his hands.

Monk Huiling did not dodge and also slapped Master Murong.

"Puff!" Both of them sprayed out a stream of blood at the same time and staggered back five or six steps.

Lin Feiyang shook his head.

Ugly!

It was really too ugly!

This was not a grandmaster competition, it was just a fight between children. There was no rules or subtlety at all!

Are all grandmasters like this?

But looking at Monk Zhiyuan, who was as graceful as a butterfly, he denied this idea.

It can only be said that old Monk Huiling was too weak.

"Come again!" Monk Huiling wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "Come on, let's see who can hold on!"

His face was slightly red, and he looked healthy, but also like he was injured and his blood was boiling.

Of course, they would not think that he was recovering from his injuries. They believed that he was too seriously injured and could not hold on.

Another jade bottle appeared in Master Murong's hand. It was the one that Monk Huiling had held before, and he had snatched it away without knowing it.

Monk Huiling took out another one from his sleeve and said proudly, "Old Murong, which one do you think is real? Which one is fake?"

"Good! Good!" Master Murong gritted his teeth, his blood boiling, and he was so angry that he was about to explode.

He hated the evil of Monk Huiling, and his murderous intent boiled. He took a deep breath to suppress it, and said slowly: "It turns out that they are all fake!"

"Smart!" Monk Huiling laughed: "I'm kidding you, there is no such magic pill, so you've wasted your time."

Master Murong said coldly: "There must be a real bottle here, Huiling, but it's a pity that you can't eat it!"

He pinched the jade bottle in his hand and turned it into powder, then took out the jade bottle in his arms and pinched it again, turning it into powder again.

He spread his palms, letting the powder fall, and smiled faintly at Monk Huiling.

"Hahahaha..." Monk Huiling laughed, thinking that it was so satisfying to make Master Murong run around: "Old Murong, your injury is almost unbearable, take another palm from me!"

He pushed the Vajra Palm to the extreme, and the palm body was flowing with purple and gold light.

Master Murong sneered and greeted the return palm again.

Lin Feiyang shook his head.

If a person lives for a long time, he will become a demon. The old monk looks so stupid, but he is still so deceptive. I have to be careful of him in the future.

Master Murong suddenly paused.

The immobilization spell can only hinder a first-class master for a moment.

But this moment is enough to reverse the situation at this critical moment.

Seeing this, Monk Huiling deviated his Vajra Palm, brushed past Master Murong's right palm, and hit Master Murong's heart firmly.

"Puff!" Master Murong spurted out blood, and his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. He stood there without moving, unable to remove the palm power of this palm.

Just as he was about to move, he found that another vast force was coming down to restrain himself. He was immediately furious and tried his best to mobilize his energy.

The energy around him suddenly surged, stretching out a ball of light.

But he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

"Bang!" Monk Huiling's left palm hit him in the chest.

The protective qi had surged, dissipating most of his palm power, leaving only a few points that penetrated into Master Murong's heart.

"Pop!" Master Murong heard a slight sound coming from his body, and then his body trembled, and his heart was shattered.

The two palm powers combined and finally shattered his heart.

His eyes flashed with cold light, and all his strength was immediately mobilized to activate the secret technique.

Since he couldn't survive, he would drag this monk to die together, so that he wouldn't be lonely in the underworld, and Zhiyuan would have someone to bully for fun!

"Hey, who wouldn't fight to the death?" Monk Huiling saw that his aura was surging, and he also activated the secret technique without showing any weakness.

"Bang bang bang bang!" The muffled sound continued.

Monk Huiling was hit by three palms in succession, but the power of the rejuvenation spell surged in, quickly dissipating the palm power and recovering from the injury.

Monk Zhiyuan and the other two saw Master Murong's movements sluggish twice, and thought that his injury was flaring up, and never thought that someone was attacking him in secret.

Seeing Master Murong suddenly activate the secret technique of mutual destruction, they still felt puzzled, but did not think too much.

Monk Huiling also activated the secret technique, which was not unexpected. With desperate fighting, the Grand Master has strong vitality. As long as he can survive, he still has a chance to recover slowly.

Master Murong suddenly stagnated, and was slapped into the air by Monk Huiling, spraying a blood arrow with minced meat.

"Bang!" He fell heavily to the ground and died.

"Impossible!"

"Murong!"

The two old men couldn't believe it.

Everything happened too fast.

Master Murong died inexplicably, and the winner was Monk Huiling!

Monk Huiling took the opportunity to rush towards the two old men: "Old bald donkey, it's time to fight to the death!"

Monk Zhiyuan activated the secret technique.