The senior brother also became excited, eager to try: "Senior brothers and brothers, come here, let's fight this little layman!"
In an instant, seventeen bald monks came over, forming a total of eighteen people with the senior brother.
Xiang Nan clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Please trouble me, senior brothers."
"Come on, little brother!" The brother's face flushed with excitement.
The eighteen people immediately lined up and fought with Xiang Nan.
Buddhism Xuangong is very powerful when fighting alone, but it is even more terrifying when many people fight together, because they can always form various powerful formations.
"Arhat array!" The senior brother shouted loudly.
The eighteen people immediately started to move, and dealt with Xiang Nan in an array.
But Xiang Nanyou walked among the crowd and was able to deal with it freely. He didn't know what kind of formation the Arhat formation was, nor did he know how to arrange it, and what purpose it could achieve.
Facing such an unfamiliar formation, generally speaking, it can only be done by tricks.
But Xiang Nan saw through their intentions.
The two young monks stood back and forth, and the descendants put their hands on the shoulders of the predecessors. Before they could take shape, Xiang Nan slid over and pushed the hands of the young monk behind him away.
A young monk on the left raised his arm, intending to release his finger on Xiang Nan.
But Xiang Nan slid over and hit the little monk's outside of the elbow with his finger force, blocking the direction of his meridians through the Gang Qi, so that the flower finger could not be formed.
Another little monk was about to move at a high speed. This kind of movement must be extremely fast. Once released, Xiang Nan would definitely not be able to keep up with that speed.
But Xiang Nan suddenly appeared behind the little monk, pressed the little monk's shoulder with one hand, and smiled slightly.
The little monk struggled for a few times, but he was helpless, although his body skills were exquisite, if he couldn't use it, it was useless.
"Good trick!" The senior laughed loudly, and flew away, only to see him drawing circles with his hands in the air, and streams of Gang Qi swam through the meridians.
And behind him, a huge phantom of the vajra is gradually condensed.
Xiang Nanpiao followed up, using momentum to avoid the little monk's counterattack, and using rhyme to inject streams of stellar energy into the little monk's body, disintegrating and making invisible the martial skill he was about to release.
And the shadow of the Vajra Pestle in the sky faded away.
This time, the eighteen masters of Buddhism were all stunned.
After the whole fight, no one was able to successfully release the martial arts!
What the hell kind of fight is this
"Junior brother, you..." The senior brother looked at Xiang Nan blankly: "This... This is..."
Xiang Nan smiled slightly, sat cross-legged, and said, "Brothers, do you want to learn? Just listen to my detailed analysis."
All of a sudden, all the monks in the courtyard gathered around and sat cross-legged one by one.
Xiang Nandao: "My fighting style is called rhyme, and rhyme is..."
Xiang Nan spoke slowly, slowly, and even taught the principle of rhyme, as well as his own experience, without any private possession.
But those monks nodded frequently, but couldn't understand.
There are a lot of things, everyone can understand the truth, but if you want to do it yourself, it will be even more difficult.
Just like a painting by a famous artist, someone tells you where the painting is brilliant, how it was handled, how it was written, and how it was moved, and you can understand it and understand its spirit deeply.
But it's another thing to make yourself draw such a picture.
Somewhere in Jianglong Temple, Elder Tengyuan was meditating in retreat. He seemed to have noticed what was happening outside, so he smiled slightly.
"This Xiang Nan is really a rare son in thousands of years. There are many people who are as lucky as him; there are many people who are as temperamental as him; and there are many people who are as powerful as him."
"But the three gathered in one person is only one person."
Many people have adventures, some are even better than Xiang Nan.
Kindness, many people have it, even more kind than Xiang Nan.
Strength, not to mention, there are countless gods and warriors in the world, and you can find a few in the sky.
But when these three are all gathered together, it is very rare to have an adventure, kindness, and strength.
Tangling's army has withdrawn its troops and stopped besieging Jianglong Temple. They have already verified the authenticity of Wuxiang Jiezhi, but they also discovered another huge problem, that is, no one can learn it.
There are a few masters in the military who have practiced, but without exception, they all went crazy.
Xiang Nan clasped his hands together, stood outside Jianglong Temple, bowed deeply to the gate of the temple, and said sincerely, "Your Xiang Nan, bid farewell to Jianglong Temple today."
"I hope Master Tengyuan is in good health. I hope all senior brothers will have a bright future. Boy Xiang Nan, don't go here."
After all, he turned into a strong light and soared into the sky.
During his trip to the Eastern Territory, Xiang Nan obtained two fortunes. One was to seal the third world-destroying golden thunder, Eight-eyed Orochi.
The other is to learn the cave world, and because of the cave world, suddenly understand another meaning of rhyme.
The tricks Senior Bai Wuya gave Xiang Nan seemed simple and simple, but the deeper they dug, the more unfathomable they became.
Momentum and rhyme are not clear martial arts skills, but just a basic concept of combat skills, but the more basic something is, the more difficult it is to improve.
Xiang Nan came to the official teleportation array of the Eastern Region, and used it to return to Middle Earth.
During this process, he took a black cloth, and wrote a set of runes to seal the god thunder on the inside of the black cloth, and then covered the black cloth over his eyes, and tied it with the back of his head.
Since then, Xiang Nan blindfolded himself, and stopped seeing things with his eyes until he completely subdued the eight-eyed snake.
Instead of using his eyes, he could see more clearly than usual.
After he returned to Tianxing City, the people in Tianzi Peak and Ziye Peak were all boiling.
Long Xingyun and the others surrounded Xiang Nan together, and went to Ziye Peak to hand in the task together.
But this time, Ning Zhishui was still there.
It's just that in the entire hall of Ziye Peak, there was no sound, and everyone looked at Xiang Nan with solemn expressions.
Na Ning Zhishui nodded in relief: "The guild already knows about the Dongling Continent. The difficulty of this incident far surpasses the task itself."
"Unexpectedly, you still completed it brilliantly. It really gave us a beautiful result."
"Xiang Bei, you have proved Tianzi Peak with your own strength. From now on, Ziye Peak's tasks will be shared with Tianzi Peak!"
As soon as the words fell, all the warriors of Tianzi Peak cheered, raising their weapons high one by one!
As for the warriors of Ziye Peak, all of them were disheartened.
Everyone thought that the target of this mission was just a few Tianxuanzong warriors who were doing small tricks on Tianhuo Island.
Who would have thought that an eight-eyed snake would eventually evolve! Even Xuan Qingzhu personally dispatched.
This is an extremely difficult task that cannot be completed at all, but it is unbelievable that Xiang Nan has completed it.
"By the way, your eyes..." Ning Zhishui looked at the black cloth wrapped around Xiang Nan's face.
"Blind." Xiang Nan said, without any sadness in his tone.
This time, everyone was silent.
That Long Xingyun came over, hugged Xiang Nan's shoulder heavily, and said, "Tough guy!"
It can be regarded as blind, as long as his eyes are opened, the eight-eyed serpent will pass through his eyes and continue to cause harm to the world.