That day, the Xuanzong man was furious at Xiang Nan, but he rolled his eyes, and said again: "You said that we are evil people, and we learned the Buddhist profound arts to help the evildoers? Why do you say that, who doesn't know that my Haoranzong is a famous family?" Decent, is chivalrous."
"If we are not evil, then exchanging the Buddhist Xuangong with us, how can it be regarded as helping the evildoers?"
Xiang Nan set up a pergola with his hands, and kept looking in the direction of Tianxuanzong.
Everyone was confused by Xiang Nan's action, and many young monks hurriedly looked towards Tian Xuanzong, imitating Xiang Nan's appearance, and putting their hands on their foreheads.
The direction of Tianxuanzong felt even more weird. That day, the Xuanzong man didn't know what Xiang Nan was looking at, and he also looked behind him.
"Oh, there are so many people!" Xiang Nan slapped his thigh and said, "There are so many Haoran Sect disciples, and three semi-sacred elders are all here."
"You blocked the door of Feiyun Temple and insisted on exchanging martial arts and martial arts with him. I didn't see how it was chivalrous and righteous, and how it was a decent style of a famous family."
"Haven't your own actions refuted your own words? You really slapped yourself in the face."
Many young monks in Feiyun Temple couldn't help laughing, and felt extremely happy in their hearts.
But that day Xuanzong's man was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"What an eloquent boy!" Song Mingcheng stood up and pointed at Xiang Nan, "I'll kill you today!"
That power contained the power of the semi-holy realm, which could be said to destroy heaven and earth.
And Xiang Nan didn't worry about his life in the slightest.
Sure enough, the abbot flicked his right hand, and the worn-out cassock flew out, blocking Xiang Nan's body, and white light shone on the cassock.
Song Mingcheng's terrifying finger hit the cassock, and immediately slammed the cassock, but it didn't penetrate.
"Wow!" Song Mingcheng was furious, and said, "My Haoran Sect came to ask for an audience with good intentions, but your Feiyun Temple sent an unknown boy to slander the reputation of my Haoran Sect!"
"Let me tell you the truth, you have already provoked our Tianxuanzong, today you must either exchange Buddhist profound arts with us, or wait for my Haoranzong army to attack!"
"Choose yourselves!"
"Hit it! I'm afraid you won't succeed!" The young monks shouted one after another.
The young disciples from Tianxuanzong's side were all cold-eyed, cursing at Feiyun Temple.
"My Buddha is merciful." The abbot clasped his hands together, the words exploded in everyone's minds like thunder, and the scene immediately fell silent.
The abbot said: "Haoran is in the east and Feiyun is in the west. They are both the forces that maintain justice in the Canglan Continent. Don't hurt the harmony."
The fake Xiang Nan said: "Alright, alright, since we are talking about martial arts, let's only talk about martial arts, not good and evil."
"Who is right and who is evil, it's not up to you to decide, and it's not up to us to decide, but it's up to everyone to decide who is more suitable for practicing Buddhist Xuangong."
"That's it." The counterfeit Xiang Nan said: "Let's both send young disciples to practice Buddhism Xuangong together. Whoever learns better will win, okay?"
"If you win, we will leave immediately. If we win, you will exchange with us."
"This method is good!" Song Mingcheng clapped his hands: "That's it, abbot, what do you think?"
The abbot nodded: "It's also a way."
Now there is no choice, either to tear your face and start a war, or to compete, but it is better to compete than to start a war.
As he spoke, the abbot took a few steps back, leaving an open space in the middle, and said, "Feilongyuan."
"Here!" An elderly monk with shaggy white hair came to the midfield with his hands clasped together, and said, "Poor monk Feilongyuan hosts, Teng Jing."
The dragon is soaring all over the world, and its arrogance is soaring to the sky. The abbot of the Feilongyuan is actually an eminent monk of the Teng generation, and is of the same generation as the abbot.
The abbot and the host are different. The abbot is the highest "leader" of the entire Feilongyuan, while the abbot is only in charge of the Feilongyuan.
Feilong Academy is the school of Feiyun Temple that specializes in martial arts. Almost all the masters of Feiyun Temple come from this academy. After studying in this academy, they are assigned to other schools.
Na Tengjing said in the direction of Tianxuanzong: "How to compare, please friends of Haoranzong, please give me a way."
"It's better like this." Song Mingcheng said: "Each of us will send a junior, and you will teach our junior a kind of Buddhist profound art, and then the two juniors will fight, whoever is more powerful will win!"
"Then... isn't it unfair?" Teng Jingqi said: "My younger generation has studied Buddhist Xuangong all the year round, and already has a good foundation."
"This old bald donkey is so stupid." Mengdie curled her lips and said, "What time is it, and you still speak for others."
Song Mingcheng laughed and said: "You juniors have been learning for many years, but we can beat you just after learning. Does this mean that we are more qualified to learn Buddhist Xuangong?"
"However... you did take advantage, so I must designate the Buddhist profound arts that the two sides use to fight."
"Alright." Na Teng Jing agreed on the spot without doubting him.
"These people have bad intentions." Xiang Nan murmured in a low voice, "Most likely they came here because they had learned Buddhist mystic arts."
"Okay!" Song Mingcheng said: "I heard that there is a fingering method called Moke finger in Feilongyuan. I admire it very much. Then use this fingering method as a fighting skill."
"Don't worry, we don't decide whether to win or lose, but fight until there is no one in Feiyun Temple!"
"Okay." Na Tengjing nodded and said, "Yundu, come out."
"The disciple is here!" Yun Du put down the Zen staff, clasped his hands together and walked to Teng Jing's side.
Teng Jing said: "Mo Kezhi, how long have you been studying?"
Yun Du said: "The younger generation is not talented, the flower finger has not yet mastered, and the Moke finger has only been learned for two years, just a glimpse of the door."
"Okay." Song Ming took the direction and assigned "Xiang Nan" to fight.
Then Song Mingcheng said: "My clan Xiangnan is a martial arts prodigy, so he will learn the treasure of your clan, Mo Kezhi."
Na Tengjing looked at "Xiang Nan" and said, "Xiang Nan, you can take care of it."
As he said that, Teng Jing waved his right hand, and from the distance of Feiyun Temple, a simple and simple bell with a height of ten meters suddenly flew over!
Teng Jing took a look at "Xiang Nan"'s realm, and said, "You and Yundu are both in the fifth level of Guiyuan, so the poor monk will also suppress the realm to the fifth level of Guiyuan, watch it!"
As he spoke, Teng Jing stretched out his wide sleeve with his right hand, pointed his right index finger towards the giant clock, and said, "Moke fingering method, there are three fingers in total, every day three will go to hell!"
The first finger is the index finger, but seeing Na Teng Jing pointing out, the vitality of the fingertips condensed, and a fire mark shot out!
This fire mark hit the giant clock, which immediately caused a muffled buzzing sound from the giant clock, and left a shallow burn mark.
"What a hard clock!" Mengdie whispered: "The hardness of this clock should already have the hardness of an authentic land weapon."
Xiang Nan nodded thoughtfully. During the entrance exam, the hardness of the arena was only comparable to that of a low-frequency weapon, but this ancient clock itself was at the level of a land grade, harder than the arena.
But why does this fingering look so familiar