On the deck of a luxury yacht, Qiao Jun, Lin Qingcheng, and Mulanlan sit around a small round table. On the table, there are three bottles of red wine worth more than 30,000, as well as various sweets and colorful pastries. .
Looking at the rough sea, Lin Qingcheng stood up, facing the sea, three thousand green silks fluttered in the wind. She was holding a red wine glass in her white and slender hands, her phoenix eyes showed a trace of longing, "I really want to see the sunrise and sunset here, the scenery must be spectacular!"
"Me too, I like the tranquility and peace of nature, there is no dispute, no intrigue, only freedom!" Mulanlan also stood up and faced the sea.
"Aren't you two want to go back to the villa? That's fine! Take Qiao'er over later, and let's watch the sunrise and sunset together." Qiao Jun squinted his eyes while tasting the red wine.
"Really?" Lin Qingcheng and Mulanlan asked in unison.
At this moment, Qiao Jun's sharp star eyes burst out with a cold light, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the blue void, and said coldly: "How many people, when are you going to follow me?"
Not long after the voice fell, there was a sudden violent spatial fluctuation in the void, and then three old monks of the Western Regions descended from the void.
These three people have big bald heads that can be seen for their shine, wear uniform gray monk robes, and wear a walnut-sized buddha. They are walking towards Qiao Jun step by step in the void.
One of them was holding a Zen stick in his hand, looking at Qiao Jun with muddy eyes, and said in an extremely old voice: "Amitabha! Good and good! Donors, it seems that the donors are really not easy to find Lao Na three people. That is the case. , Lao Na suggested, open the skylight to speak brightly.
Donor, please surrender the Buddhism gods, Lao Na and others are compassionate and never care about the donor! "
"Old monk, what Buddhist fetish? Why don't I know?" Qiao Jun stood up, looked at the old monk in the void, and asked coldly.
"The donor is the black dagger and a small picture. It is the two treasures of our Buddhism, please return it immediately!" The old monk said blankly. At the same time, his long white eyebrows fluttered in the wind, making him look like a fairy.
"Old monk, are you talking nonsense with your eyes open? The treasure of Buddhism? When did you Buddhism start playing with daggers?" Qiao Jun asked a little amused.
"Don't be sophistry! Lao Na said it is the treasure of Buddhism, it is the treasure of Buddhism. Lao Na advises you to hand it over quickly, otherwise, don't blame Lao Na for being cruel!" The old monk said suddenly murderously. It is indispensable to the compassionate appearance just now, unlike two people.
"The donor, Lao Na and others are compassionate, and don't want to take the initiative with Shi, the donor should surrender the Buddhist treasure as soon as possible!" Another old monk with a broken fan said coldly.
Qiao Jun pulled Lin Qingcheng and Mulanlan, who were pale in fright, behind him, and after protecting them, he said coldly: "Old bald donkey, don't talk so much nonsense. I really want to see you, you Buddhist seventies. The two great masters, and the great mudra of the Buddhism Void. I can give you a hand!"
"I don't know how to live or die, Lao Na must teach you today!" The muddy old eyes of the old monk who took the lead suddenly burst out a sharp light, and as he spoke, the long white eyebrows and long white beard began to begin. Move with the wind.
Soon, he suddenly blasted out with a palm, and suddenly in the void, a huge handprint condensed with true essence, with a terrifying aura and an overwhelming wind, the whistling sound blasted towards Jun Qiao. …
That terrible true essence flowed on the giant palm, majestic and majestic, like a stretch of the Yangtze River, vast and powerful, shocking the sky and the earth, with great momentum.
"Buddhist mudra!!" Qiao Jun saw this scene, his expression changed, "You two step back!"
Although Lin Qingcheng and Mulanlan looked terrified, they reacted for the first time and immediately turned around and ran into the yacht in embarrassment...
"A...Mi...Buddha...Buddha!" At the same time, another old monk chanted the Buddha's words lightly, pinching the beads, and looking at Qiao Jun with muddy eyes, suddenly burst out. A cold light. It was as cold as a peerless sword when it was pulled out of its sheath.
His wrinkled old face showed a trace of disdain, and when he pinched the prayer beads, the words'Buddha' condensed with true essence appeared continuously in the void!
Each of these'Buddha' characters were shining golden, brilliant, and getting bigger and bigger, and their momentum became more and more magnificent, even surpassing the huge palm that came from the shock, as if to blast the entire yacht.
Qiao Jun didn't hesitate any more. Almost when the old monk was brewing the Thousand Buddha Seal, his hands were already dancing on his chest. With his dancing, a magical scene appeared.
In his body, the purple essence and the light of the stars rushed out wildly, and soon a purple five-clawed heavenly dragon in front of him gradually condensed, becoming bigger and bigger, and its aura and deterrence shocked the sky and the earth. It's so big that it makes people feel terrified.
"Hoho Ho Ho Ho!" The five-clawed purple dragon, like a dragon going out to sea, wanders into the void. Wherever it passes, no matter the big handprints from the suppression or the big Buddha seals, they are shattering. Even the void was trembling, ripples swept everywhere, the horror was extreme!
"Shenlong wags its tail!" Qiao Jun snorted softly, and the huge five-clawed purple dragon's tail swept out. Suddenly, three old monks who tried to escape were directly swept by the tail!
Bang bang bang!
With three explosions, the three old monks with the first level of Nascent Soul's cultivation base were swept into nothingness by the sturdy tail, and nothing was left except for the three rings.
Qiao Jun stepped directly into the void and held the three rings in his hands. He soon looked at the five-clawed purple dragon that was gradually dissipating in the void, and muttered to himself: "This dragon has eighteen palms. The power is so powerful. It's awesome, it consumes 30% of my true essence, it's really terrible."
"Qiao, are you okay?" At this moment, Mulanlan ran out of the yacht, looked at Qiao Jun standing in the void, and asked nervously.
"I'm fine!" Qiao Jun was in a good mood, and he received three rings in a row.
"Then come down quickly!" Lin Qingcheng raised his head and shouted.
Qiao Jun smiled, stepped directly to the deck, and sat down on the back chair.
"Qiao, where are the three old monks?" Lin Qingcheng asked suspiciously.
"I beat him away." Qiao Jun said casually, he couldn't say he was killed, right
"Qiao, are you a man or a god? I just saw that you can transform a five-clawed purple dragon. It's amazing." Mulanlan looked at Qiao Jun like a ghost.
"That is a martial arts! It is called Jianglong Eighteen Palms! The cultivation base has reached my level. If you learn this martial arts, you can also condense!" Qiao Jun explained.
"Qiao, can I be like you, cultivating?" Mulanlan asked, staring at Qiao Jun firmly.
"Yes, I will teach you cultivation when I come back from this mission!" Qiao Jundao. (End of this chapter)