Qiao Mu, who was still known as "Qiao Senlin" at the time, once fought with Luohan, but the opponent's body was stronger than he could imagine.
At that time, when the demon was disintegrated, his internal strength was comparable to five hundred years of martial arts skills, but he was still unable to repel the Arhat... This was very unusual.
A warrior's life span is limited, and it is basically impossible to reach 500 years of martial arts skills through normal practice. 100 years is generally the best that can be achieved.
Although Qiao Mu's skill of disintegrating the demon for four or five hundred years was only a temporary burst and could not compare to the real skill of five hundred years of hard practice, it was still shocking among ordinary warriors.
With such power, a single direct blow would be enough to kill the first-class warrior Qin Shiqing.
But at that time, Qiao Mu had exchanged punches with Luohan. This man, who seemed to be Qin Shiqing's subordinate, blocked Qiao Mu head-on.
Not only that, Qiao Mu's hand bones were twisted and deformed by the huge recoil force.
Qiao Mu is no longer a young man of less than a hundred years old. He has extensive knowledge and experience. Naturally, he noticed something strange from his memories.
“There’s something wrong with this person.”
This thought flashed through Qiao Mu's mind.
"I've seen a lot of people who are stubborn." Luohan was not surprised.
Ever since he mastered the "Golden Body Technique" and achieved the "Bronze Body", he has killed countless martial arts masters who he could not defeat in the past.
What's more... Luohan has had dealings with the Qiao family before.
The old man from the Qiao family, Qiao Senlin, whom he had dealt with before, looked very old and had extremely profound martial arts skills, but so what
Even though he was able to kill a first-class warrior, he was still forced to retreat by him.
He has experience in dealing with the Qiao family.
Thinking of this, Luohan suddenly looked up.
The violent sound of breaking through the air resounded through the eardrums, and a fist rapidly grew larger in the field of vision!
boom!
Amid the violent muffled sound, Luohan's eyes widened slightly and he took a half step back.
There was a faint fist mark on his face, the skin was slightly sunken, and a faint trace of blood was seeping out.
But that’s all.
Instead, Qiao Mu stood still and frowned, looking at his fist.
He held back some strength and didn't punch with all his strength.
Even so, the huge recoil force caused his fist to be torn and bleeding, and even his hand bones felt painful...
He frowned not because of pain.
After two hundred years of seeking death, his tolerance for pain has long reached an inhuman level.
He was puzzled.
"Someone who practices hard skills?" Qiao Mu still felt something was wrong.
It's hard work, it's not like he hasn't practiced before.
Apart from Qiao Mu's best skill, the perfect iron crotch skill, he also practiced the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt, and also achieved perfection in it over a long period of time.
In terms of hard skills and physical body, even when Qiao Mu was less than a hundred years old, he was already stronger than the first-class warrior Qin Shiqing.
However, the larger version of the martial artist is the way of refining the spirit, which is strong in intuition and can instinctively avoid attacks. Therefore, when Qiao Mu did not perform the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Explosion, he had no way to deal with Qin Shiqing.
So here comes the question.
Why is it that this muscular butler Luohan in front of him has such achievements in hard skills that even Qiao Mu, a martial artist with a strong martial arts ability, cannot understand
"Something's wrong..."
He no longer clenched his fists, but instead struck the Arhat with his palms alternately.
A cold silver-white aura emanated from his body, and as Qiao Mu waved his palm, it continuously bombarded the Arhat like a tide.
Qiao Mu's figure was like light smoke, circling around the Arhat and continuously striking with his palms.
This time he didn't use his fists, but relied on his strong internal energy to attack from close range.
Even without the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, Qiao Mu still had nearly two hundred years of strong internal strength at this moment, which was also an outrageous skill that an ordinary martial artist could not achieve even after a lifetime of practice.
But this surging palm power, when it hit the arhat's body, only made a series of muffled sounds.
The Arhat did not fall down, nor was he knocked away by the powerful palm force; he was just forced to take a few steps back.
There were dozens of palm prints all over his body, making him look quite dirty, but they seemed to be just flesh wounds
Even his waist did not bend, and his body remained straight.
"Have you had enough fighting?" Luohan also felt aggrieved and roared like a tiger.
But he raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground, and at this moment there was a loud bang.
The blue bricks under his feet broke into pieces, and the ground of the entire house shook. A circle of dust spread out, and the house behind Qiao Mu made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the whole house was shaking with this kick.
"What the hell are you? A monster?" Qiao Mu's body was as fast as lightning and he had jumped back more than ten meters. He frowned and looked at the Arhat in front of him.
"This kick, without any internal energy, relying solely on physical strength?"
This is very unusual.
You must know that the human body has its limits, otherwise the training of strength would not stop at the fourth level. The upper three levels only involve the way of cultivating the spirit.
The soft upper limit of the human body is the fourth level. No matter whether you practice Qi and blood or internal strength, if you want to go further, you can only rely on accumulation little by little over a long period of time.
Qiao Mu's "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is about the way of qi and blood.
He has practiced the Mount Sumeru King Sutra for more than a hundred years, and most of his vast amount of energy and blood has been used to fight against the natural aging of the human body. Therefore, although Qiao Mu's physical strength is stronger than that of an ordinary spiritual warrior, it is not too strong.
Upon hearing this, Luohan's expression changed slightly, and then the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.
"It seems that you have some vision."
The fight between the spiritual warriors is not just a fight of fists and feet, but also a battle of souls.
After Luohan was seen through by Qiao Mu, his expression changed for only a short moment, and then he returned to his arrogant look.
"This is the way to enter the Dao through martial arts, this is the golden body of martial arts!"
"After cultivating the golden body of martial arts, the fist power and internal strength have become one, and there is no longer a distinction between inside and outside. Every punch and kick is as heavy as a mountain, and I can use my physical body to resist the magic of immortal cultivators."
Luohan laughed three times, stomped his feet, and rushed towards Qiao Mu.
His movements were heavy, and every step he took seemed to make the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, and every time he swung his iron fist, it was filled with unstoppable power.
If it hits a tree in the courtyard, the tree will break in the middle; if it hits a rockery, the rockery will collapse and explode.
"Old Immortal of the Qiao Family, how many years have you practiced martial arts? Eighty years? Ninety years? One hundred years?"
"So what if you've practiced for a hundred years? It's not the one who practices longer who is more powerful among martial artists!"
"If you take the wrong path, no matter how hard you practice, it will be in vain. You old immortals from the old times have already reached a dead end. You should have given way to us long ago."
Luohan laughed heartily. His physical speed was his weakness. Although this series of attacks did not hit Qiaomu, after a few rounds, they almost demolished half of Qiaomu's house, which he had just bought.
The ground was cracked like a spider web, the house was crumbling, tilted and almost collapsed, and it was a mess.
Qiao Mu looked at this scene and sighed slightly.
His emotions didn't actually fluctuate much, he was just a little bit distressed about the money.
However, money is only external property. If it is gone, I can ask Emperor Yonghe for some pension, or borrow some from the philanthropist Wan family.
Money is easy to get, but life is different.
Once the self-mutilation method of Demonic Disintegration is used, the result will be either death or disability.
Especially Qiao Mu's Heavenly Demon Disintegration, which had been perfected, was extremely efficient in self-destruction. During many bloody battles, Qiao Mu actually died from his own internal injuries.
After the second chain of the Ouroboros Immortal Chain was broken, the time it took to resurrect in a dream was increased by 5 times.
This means that from now on, every time Qiumu dies, it will probably take at least five or ten years.
With the demon disintegrating, Qiao Mu felt that there would be no problem in killing the Arhat in front of him.
But he felt that there was no need to spend five or ten years in the dream prison just for this conceited fool in front of him.
"What you said makes sense. Practicing martial arts is not about the length of time, but about the victory or defeat with fists." Qiao Mu looked miserable.
He pretended to be shaken, but in fact he was trying to trick her.
"The waves behind push the waves ahead. There has never been a time in this world when I am older than you, I have practiced martial arts longer, I am stronger than you, and you should surrender."
"If I hear the truth in the morning, I am willing to die in the evening... What is the truth through martial arts? Why are you so strong?"
Qiao Mu was caught in a dilemma under the fierce attack of Arhat and was in a very miserable state. He could only rely on his higher-level spiritual intuition to dodge Arhat's iron fist in a flash.
Even so, his long robe was torn apart by the wind from the fist that passed by him, leaving his hair disheveled and looking extremely miserable.
Anyone who came to watch the fight would have thought that the old man was clearly at a disadvantage and was not far from death.
"Using martial arts to enter the Tao... is the righteous path for warriors like me!" Luohan laughed happily while attacking wildly.
Since he achieved the "Bronze Body", he has killed countless former powerful enemies, and this is the moment he likes the most.
Before joining the Martial Arts Alliance, Luohan was a third-rank spiritual warrior.
Once he enters the stage of spiritual cultivation, he will already be the best among warriors.
But if Luohan's strength is placed among the top three warriors, it seems a little insufficient.
He was not a genius. It took him decades of hard training to finally reach the third level of spirit refining. But by then he was already middle-aged.
After middle age, it is normal for Qi and blood to decline... Not to mention, there is a Martial Saint in the martial arts world of Dayan.
An ordinary third-grade spirit cultivator like Luohan is seeing no hope of breaking through and no possibility of further advancement, and can only become food for the Martial Saint.
Five or six years ago, he almost died at the hands of Wu Ji Hui warriors.
After escaping by chance, he, a third-grade spirit cultivator, could only keep a low profile and hide his identity, just like a rat in a ditch, living a worse life than when he was a fourth-grade spirit cultivator... .
He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the Martial Saint died and the Wu Ji Society disappeared into the dark.
After arriving in the imperial capital and joining the Martial Arts Alliance and developing a bronze body, he felt that he had been reborn and his life had turned around.
Now he no longer needs to hide. All the martial arts enemies who had pushed him to death in the past have been found and killed by him one by one.
And the most exciting moment for him was when he saw the warriors of the old times dying under his iron fist without any resistance.
“Choice is more important than hard work.”
"I have mastered the Golden Body Technique. I am the new generation of martial arts genius. I will fight against you old immortals!"
Luohan roared and punched out with both fists like the wind.
There is no internal strength, just pure force and power.
But his pair of iron fists seemed to carry the weight of a mountain.
With a loud bang.
The stone pillar in the front yard of the house, which was so thick that it took three people to hug it, was broken by his smash. In an instant, the entire front yard collapsed and the ground shook.
The streets and alleys around were completely silent. People who lived nearby knew that there was a duel between masters, so no one dared to get close and they would have run away long ago.
Luohan crushed the eaves with one foot, looked at the tree about ten steps away, and frowned.
Under the sunlight, his exposed skin glowed a light golden color. At first glance, he looked just like the golden arhat in the statues, giving off an extraordinary sense of oppression.
"Slippery but not slow... His movements are decent enough," Luohan muttered.
Qiao Mu stood on the half-collapsed courtyard wall and looked at him, also frowning.
After fighting for so long and even destroying his own house, he had a rough idea of the level of this arhat.
In fact, this person is only at the third level of spirit cultivation, and has no internal strength at all. The strange thing is that he has a body that is not like that of an ordinary person.
At first Qiao Mu suspected that he was some kind of monster with a strong body, but now after a fight, he has a vague answer in his mind.
If he was still confused about Luohan before entering the lonely city in the desert, now he actually has a general idea about him.
"What kind of martial arts do you practice? What kind of martial artist are you?"
Qiao Mu shouted:
"Have you become stupid because of practicing martial arts? You are obviously a Taoist soldier of the immortal way!"
"Taoist soldier? What are you talking about? Do you want to disrupt my martial arts mind? I am who I am!" Luohan was neither surprised nor angry, his expression was still cold and stern, he raised his iron fist and continued to attack Qiao Mu.