In the Buddhist hall. Ye Yuhua is sitting in meditation and chanting sutras, and her gentle and gentle face exudes a holy light. It seems that he can become an immortal at any time. Even if Li Jing practiced in this temple for another hundred years, she would still be unable to reach this level.
Ye Yuhua is not in a hurry.
Even if Li Jing is anxious, it will be in vain.
Of course, the old monk on the mountainside is also the greatest sustenance in her heart.
He's there. It would be difficult for any monster or ghost to climb the mountain.
After reading the last verse, Ye Yuhua opened his eyes. Eyes like stars, vast as the sea. It seems that these wonderful eyes contain all the changes in the world, knowing everything and being omnipotent.
"He's here?" Ye Yuhua opened her soft lips slightly and said slowly.
"Here we come!" Li Jing said with a profound tone and slightly confused eyes. "He's finally here!"
Ye Yuhua raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Li Jing gently: "As soon as you come, you will come."
"We didn't go looking for him. He actually dared to come up on his own initiative." Li Jing gritted her teeth. "It seems that he should have made progress in the past twenty years. Otherwise, how would he dare to challenge Bai Wuxia again?"
Ye Yuhua chuckled and said, "Who told you that Bai Wuxia was unwilling to accept his challenge?"
"Huh?" Li Jing frowned slightly, not quite understanding the meaning of Ye Yuhua's words.
"Not to mention more than twenty years. Even if he sits in meditation for a lifetime, martial arts is his lifelong pursuit. How can he abandon it?" Ye Yuhua said slowly. "Maybe he also hopes that this day will come soon. After all, this mountain is still too boring."
Hearing this, Li Jing suddenly realized: "That's right. Senior Brother Bai has been practicing Qingdeng Ancient Buddha for more than 20 years. I'm afraid he's feeling itchy, right?"
After a brief pause, Li Jing's expression fell into silence again. He glanced at Ye Yuhua secretly, with a slight murmur at the corners of his lips. Very hesitant.
"Say it." Ye Yuhua said slowly.
"Azheng is here too." Li Jing said helplessly. "If I'm not mistaken, it was Mu Qingsong who caused it."
Ye Yuhua frowned slightly, then said with relief: "After not seeing each other for these years, he has become smarter."
"Have you become smarter?" Li Jing was slightly dazed at first. Then I understood what Ye Yuhua meant.
How did you become smarter
Because Mu Qingsong knows how to manipulate people's hearts!
In this world, how many people and things can shock senior sister’s Taoist heart
Xiao Zheng must be one of them!
Without Xiao Zheng's presence, Mu Qingsong's trip might have been in vain. But the appearance of Xiao Zheng may change the situation dramatically.
In fact, besides challenging Bai Wuxia, what is the bigger purpose of Mu Qingsong going up the mountain
It’s time to climb to the top to meet senior sister!
Why do you see her
Kill it!
Why kill
Because the senior sister took away everything from him and drove him out of China!
Today, he is back for revenge!
…
The mountain wind is fierce.
Xiao Zheng slowly took a few steps back.
This battle does not belong to him.
It's a duel between two peak warriors.
The unparalleled Bai Wuxia, the love monk with stunning dragon hands.
The other person is the most famous martial arts idiot in China. A perverted strongman who once defeated the eight most powerful people in the world.
Even Xiao Zheng, who has experienced several peak battles, is still looking forward to the duel between these two people.
How will their battle begin and how will it end
Xiao Zheng's heart beat violently, and his blood boiled quickly!
Whoops!
A gust of wind swept by. The two people standing opposite each other were motionless. You look at me, I look at you. Like a pair of old friends, staring calmly. No movement.
But in just a moment, Xiao Zheng felt two majestic momentums soaring into the sky. Before he could carefully appreciate the terrifying coercion of this strong man's confrontation. Mu Qingsong moved.
He took a step forward with his left foot, and his body brought the afterimages, like ghosts, to Bai Wuxia very slowly and very quickly.
In an instant—boom!
In the afterimage, a fist containing incomparable power struck towards Bai Wuxia!
The iron fist is invincible!
This punch carried a terrifying power, as if it shattered the heaven and earth and shook the air. A seemingly simple punch seemed to destroy the world. The vast and unparalleled blast rushed towards Bai Wuxia.
Is this the ultimate strength of Mu Qingsong, the founder of the Eight Ultimate Arts
Xiao Zheng thought to himself, what choice should he make if it was not Bai Wuxia but himself who faced this punch. Should we avoid its sharp edges, or head on
Roar!
Bai Wuxia, who was still fighting, gave the answer.
His final answer was exactly the same as Xiao Zheng's!
He didn't avoid the edge for a while, but - faced it head-on!
His right hand suddenly reached out, and Bai Wuxia, dressed in green clothes, seemed to be possessed by a divine dragon. Waves of dragon roars rose into the sky, and dragon breath sprayed out. Xiao Zheng's heart suddenly trembled and he could not control himself.
Is this the real dragon hand
Is this the magical skill that will lead the world
Xiao Zheng held his breath. Feel the terrifying magical skills of two peerless powerful men!
Mu Qingsong's magical skills seemed to pull the terrifying power of nature, making the world tremble. Has the power to destroy everything. On the other hand, Bai Wuxia's move with the dragon's hand seemed to activate the power of the gods, and the dragon's power seemed to be overwhelming. It seemed that in an instant, he transformed into a giant dragon, and it seemed as if he was a dragon himself!
The roar of the dragon shakes the sky, unparalleled in the world!
take!
Mu Qingsong's iron fist failed to hit the old monk Bai Wuxia, but he was defeated by the old monk's dragon hand. But he turned his wrist and gently pressed it against the back of Mu Qingsong's hand. Immediately afterwards, the power of Mu Qingsong's iron fist seemed to be swallowed by a divine dragon, and the majestic power suddenly weakened. Lose all sentient beings!
However, the attack failed.
But Mu Qingsong's iron fist was suddenly spread out. When his fingers relaxed, a stormy wave seemed to spurt out of his palm, and waves of fierce and unparalleled power surged out.
Hold your fist.
Turn into palms.
It's just done in an instant. Xiao Zheng seemed to smell the salty smell of sea water in the air. Terrible and abnormal!
"Huh?"
The old monk made a sound of surprise.
Seeing Mu Qingsong's iron palm, which was more ferocious than the iron fist, he slid back slightly, and his naturally hanging left hand volleyed in the air to catch the overwhelming palm!
Bo!
Palms touching. Xiao Zheng only heard a sound like an explosion. It made his ears ring slightly. His face was full of surprise.
Thumb thump.
Bai Wuxia took two steps back. Mu Qingsong, however, stood motionless on the spot. It seemed as if the punches and palms just now were just a small test for him. But when he looked at Bai Wuxia again, confusion lingered on his face. Although he was not injured, he was extremely curious about Mu Qingsong's palm.
Back then, Bai Wuxia used this superb dragon hand to break Mu Qingsong's iron fist. Slightly better than him.
But today, Mu Qingsong cleverly defeated Bai Wuxia's famous skill. Then he shook the dragon's hand hard. Force him to take two steps back.
Calculating this way, the two of them won one game each. It’s a draw!
"call-"
Xiao Zheng exhaled a breath and thought to himself: "The power of Mu Qingsong's punches and palms is not as powerful as Soros' God's Hand. It is even stronger. Even though he has improved after several tough battles, . But he may not be sure of a hard-on attack. This Mu Qingsong is indeed extremely powerful and awe-inspiring."
Take it slow today and continue to explode tomorrow!