Xiang Nan stood outside the gate respectfully and waited, already thinking in his heart.
After seeing the people from Feiyun Temple in a while, what should I say? If they are willing to exchange exercises with me, what exercises should I exchange.
Xiang Nan didn't know much about Buddhist mystic arts, he just wanted to find a kind of exercise that could neutralize the Sun God Art, but he didn't know if there was such a Buddhist mystical art, and if so, what was its name.
"Well..." Xiang Nan nodded silently: "Talk to them in a while, and see if we can ask more questions."
Xiang Nan was thinking about it when he saw a group of five monk disciples walking towards him quickly. These people were about the same age as him.
The first monk had a strong body and looked weak, but he had an evil look on his face with his eyebrows twisted.
All five of them were wearing very simple monk robes and holding a two-meter-long metal stick.
When the five people walked to the door, the strong monk put his stick on the ground and shouted, "Who is here!"
Seeing the monk's unkind expression, Xiang Nan felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't dare to be rude, so he clasped his fists and said, "I'm in the Haotian Empire, a disciple of the Haoran Sect."
"I came here this time because I want to meet the abbot of your monastery, or the elders, so we can discuss things."
The strong monk raised his eyebrows and shouted: "What are you discussing!"
Xiang Nan couldn't help feeling strange, wondering if I could talk to you as a monk, but judging by the appearance of these people, if he didn't express his intention of coming, he probably wouldn't let him in.
Xiang Nan clasped his fists and said: "This time, I want to exchange martial arts with your temple. I have been authorized by the master, and I am willing to use my Haoran sect skills to exchange with your temple."
It's fine if you don't talk about it, but the more you talk about those little monks, the angrier you get.
The strong monk shouted: "What's your name!"
Xiang Nan did not hide anything, and said, "I am the twenty-third generation disciple of the Haoran Sect, Xiang Nan."
"Wow!" The muscular monk sneered, and said angrily, "How courageous! How dare you come!"
"What do you mean I dare to come? How do you say this?" Xiang Nan became more and more confused, as it was his first time to come to Feiyun Temple.
"Get lost!" the muscular monk said angrily.
Xiang Nan frowned: "What do you mean? I treat each other with courtesy, but you keep insulting each other again and again. Is this the way Feiyun Temple treats guests!"
The clay figurine still had some earthy qualities, and Xiang Nan came over to ask for a visit, but the monk stared at him for a while, and shouted angrily for a while, which aroused Xiang Nan to get angry too.
The strong monk laughed loudly: "There is no need to be courteous when dealing with a villain like you! Hit me, beat him out!"
After all, the strong monk took the lead and rushed towards Xiang Nan with a stick.
The vitality condensed on the monk's stick is thick and scary, and it is also the unique vitality of Buddhism, which is pure white and holy.
Xiang Nan dodged to dodge, but the muscular monk refused to let him go.
"Dragon Subduing Staff!" The strong monk jumped up two feet, the stick in his hand whizzed towards Xiang Nan, and a fan-shaped white light was swept out with one stick.
Feeling the powerful power in the white light, Xiang Nan didn't dare to underestimate it, and continued to dodge, thinking that this Buddhist profound art is really not trivial.
After the strong monk landed on the ground, he chased three sticks in a row, and each club was faster than the last. When he reached the fourth stick, he suddenly jumped up high and shouted: "The battle broke the dragon's tail!"
The vitality on the long stick soared, and suddenly condensed into a long stick of vitality more than ten meters long, and fell fiercely towards Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan has already seen that this strong monk has the Guiyuan fourth-level realm, but his strength is much stronger than most Guiyuan fifth-level warriors.
At this time, Xiang Nan had no way to retreat, so he could only draw out his dragon blood knife to meet him.
Hearing a loud bang, the strong monk's vitality stick collided with the dragon blood knife, and instantly collapsed, while Xiang Nan stood upright.
"Okay!" The strong monk carried the long stick backwards in his right hand, clasped four fingers with the thumb of his left hand, and shot Xiang Nan quickly!
The monk flicked four fingers, and when each finger was ejected, a small ring-shaped shock wave would explode at the fingertips. The shock wave was extremely small, about the size of an apple.
But the force of the fingers ejected by this explosion is not trivial, every finger popped out is a beam of vitality! And the beam of vitality is fast!
Xiang Nan's heart sank, his body soared into the air, and he turned four times quickly in mid-air, letting the four fingers brush his body and swipe across.
"Such vitality!" After Xiang Nan landed, his expression was solemn.
There are two types of energy released by warriors, one is to release energy normally, and the other is to release energy through martial arts.
Xiang Nan was curious, so he clasped four fingers with his thumb, concentrated his vitality on his fingertips, and shot them towards the strong monk.
His vitality flew out whizzing, the strength of the vitality naturally needless to say, but this is not a martial skill.
But the strong monk sneered, clasped his four fingers, and flicked one finger first.
The monk's finger strength is much faster than Xiang Nan's finger strength! In an instant, Xiang Nan's four fingers were blasted, and he continued to move towards Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan raised his knife to block, and after the monk's finger hit the raised knife, the huge impact force actually knocked Xiang Nan backwards for several meters.
"Hmph." The muscular monk said disdainfully: "It's ridiculous to be a cat and a tiger! You want to imitate Duo Luoyezhi."
"Amazing, awesome." Xiang Nan said.
The strong monk said: "I still have three fingers!"
After all, he catapulted the other three fingers clasped towards Xiang Nan, also three beams of vitality.
"You have martial arts skills, don't I?" Xiang Nan twisted his waist and slashed out with a slash of the dragon's tail.
After the big crescent moon blade light collided with the three forces, it insisted on destroying the three terrifying finger forces on the spot, while the blade light deflected a little upwards, slashing against the strong monk's forehead dangerously.
"You..." The monk turned pale with astonishment, and said in surprise, "Your strength is..."
"I'm offended, I'll see you another day!" Xiang Nan jumped down the mountain with a vertical leap, spread his vitality wings and flew away into the distance.
Looking at Xiang Nanyuan's back, the muscular monk's face was gloomy and uncertain.
Far away in the sky, Xiang Nan kept thinking while flying, what a strange encounter he had on this trip to Feiyun Temple.
Those young monks were unreasonable, but their strength was not bad.
To be honest, judging from Xiang Nan's evaluation of the strong monk, the monk's strength is actually very average. This should be due to his talent, which is about the same as the core disciples of the second-class sect in the entrance examination.
But the martial arts used by the strong monk is very powerful, the "Duoluoye Finger" driven by his strength can actually knock Xiang Nan back, which shows that the Buddhist Xuangong is indeed very strong.