Most of the elixirs in Baixiang Pavilion are sold to warriors, and naturally some warriors want to test the effects of the elixirs and even fight one.

Therefore, there are several martial arts competition venues in the backyard of Baixiang Pavilion. The two said they wanted to have a chance to have a conversation, so the servants of Baixiang Pavilion immediately arranged one.

Even the contract for the competition was prepared, and it was indeed thoughtful.

The two signed their names together, Chu Qianqiu wrote [Wanfa], while the young monk wrote the four words [World-Honored Tathagata]. After the two wrote their names, they looked at each other.

You are indeed shameless and have my own style.

In an instant, both sides actually felt a little sympathetic.

After all, this was the first time that Chu Qianqiu met the son of a sect's direct descendant, and he was also a little excited.

The little monk looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his profound internal skills were no less than any master who had achieved great energy, and he was even better than that.

Compared with this little monk, the Wu Daoist, Wang Baichuan, who Chu Qianqiu had dealt with before, was a native chicken and tile dog, who could kill a person with one palm.

"The little monk deceived him by making false statements and offended the donor. He was willing to not retreat or avoid him, so he let the donor move three times."

"Please take action by the donor."

The young monk put his hands together and chanted Amitabha Buddha. If he hadn't seen the hooligan face just now, Chu Qianqiu would have thought that this was a Taoist monk. His face was so quick that it was amazing.

I have to say that this little monk is very good at playing and can compete with him.

"Little monk, you want me to help you practice."

"The true energy of this golden bell cover is said to take thousands of tempers to get to the next level. You have been choosing for so long just to find a suitable opponent."

Chu Qianqiu is not a mentally retarded villain, and he loses his calmness after a few words of threats. However, this little monk is really hateful, so let him know the dangers of the world.

"Amitabha, how could the little monk have such a despicable idea? The donor must have misunderstood the little monk."

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

The little monk kept calling him Buddha, but the smile on his face became stronger and stronger. It was not easy to find a suitable peer to make him feel happy.

He came out of Guangming Temple and his reputation had long been terrible. Now that he came to the countryside, he met a young man who could make him feel a sense of crisis. This is not easy.

"Please take action by the donor."

"Then I'm not polite."

Chu Qianqiu walked towards the little monk step by step, and the little monk's smile gradually solidified.

Walk step by step and condense true energy!

With each step, Chu Qianqiu's momentum became stronger. You can clearly feel that he condensed his true energy in his palm, and he showed no mercy to this blow.

Very good, come on.

The little monk's pupils were burning with desire, and his whole body was bathed with golden light. If a martial arts master saw it, he would be surprised. At this young age, he actually practiced the Golden Bell Cover to the fourth level, which was already the stage of qi accumulation.

Enough to avoid most weapons damage, internal strength and external strength.

The little monk wants to force you to take this trick!

Big monument burglar!

When the little monk was emitting golden light, Chu Qianqiu also condensed his momentum to the peak, and that was at this time.

Thousands of monuments are broken!

Triple strength!

Chu Qianqiu slapped the little monk's head with a palm, and the three spiral energy hit the shiny head.

No mercy!

Buzz!

It seemed like a big bell in the temple was hit by a heavy hammer, and the buzzing sounds continued!

The little monk's bald head was incredibly hard. Even a piece of granite was about to be cracked by Chu Qianqiu's palm. He was integrated and resisted the palm strike with all his strength!

The battle between Qi and Golden Bell Cover!

A competition between moves and hard skills!

The golden bell cover is like a powerful spring, and after being subjected to huge external force, it will rebound!

Press down!

The instructor once told Chu Qianqiu that if you encounter a master who practices hard skills and does not have the true qi characteristics such as armor-breaking, you must keep a breath. The most suitable time is to fight to the end, press the limit of his rebound and then withdraw, otherwise you will be leveraged to fight.

It was almost at its limit, and Chu Qianqiu consumed this breath and his meridians began to swell and pain.

The little monk's head is about to be pushed up.

wishful thinking!

The fourth level of force!

Buzz!

The big bell rang again.

The little monk was stabbed into the blue brick with a palm, sinking three feet into the ground!

The surrounding blue bricks are completely broken!

It's OK.

Chu Qianqiu quickly stopped and quickly retreated to prevent a rebound.

"call!"

"What a hard golden bell cover!" It's really a top turtle shell.

"Okay, so much effort!"

The little monk was shocked and inexplicably. He had achieved great cultivation and was the fourth level of the Golden Bell Cover!

The true energy has long condensed its characteristics [Golden Bell Cover]. Ordinary people use swords to cut on their bodies, and they will not even break their skin.

If he is an ordinary person, he is no different from a native chicken and a tile dog in his eyes, and it will be fine if he stands and lets them fight.

Unless a warrior with the characteristics of [armor breaking], [shattering], [breaking], or a warrior who has the characteristics of [successful] practiced to the level of [successful] and can exert the secret of [movement], he can pose a little threat to him.

But Chu Qianqiu didn't have these things.

He was very sure that Chu Qianqiu had just accumulated energy and achieved some success, and his internal skills were nothing more than the "Xuanyuan Gong" of Zhenwu Sect, and he used the "Great Monument Wrestler" of Maha Temple.

The young monk has also practiced these martial arts, so he can only use it as a reference.

There was also a senior brother in Guangming Temple who practiced the great monument to a perfect state and was able to produce the mystery of [Strongness], but it did not make him feel so terrible.

After thinking about it, the little monk only got one answer.

The other party was very strong, and it was already at the point where he almost broke the Golden Bell Cover.

"The Buddha is above!"

"Donor, how many Yijin Pills and Marrow Cleansing Pills have you taken!"

"The little monk is simply incredible!"

The little monk couldn't hold back anymore, and the eldest brother stopped calling.

It is true that physical exercise is very beneficial, but practicing internal strength itself is to continuously strengthen the body. Therefore, compared with the improved physical exercise level of elixirs, investment is not cost-effective.

If you are so rich, why are you just getting angry and making a small success now?

Isn’t the cost-effectiveness better in other aspects of investment?

"Little monk, I am born with divine power, can't it be?" Chu Qianqiu said with a smile.

He ate those Yijin Pills and Marrow Cleansing Pills as sugar beans, but now they have no effect. Basically, their potential has been tapped thoroughly.

It is also a trump card he has accumulated so far, and even the bald instructor has never experienced it.

This is how the big monument wrestler almost broke the defense of the Golden Bell Cover.

"The little monk just broke the precept of verbal punishment, so please forgive me." The little monk took two breaths and returned to his usual hippie smile. After all, compared to taking countless Yijin pills and marrow-washing pills, his natural divine power is indeed more worthy of trust.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

He just accumulated energy and achieved small success. He had this natural divine power, just like the powerful demon god, the monster who destroyed the Buddha, and just helped me practice!

With every breath, all the cracks in the golden bell cover were repaired, and the golden light was flourishing!

It seemed that in this short fight, the little monk became a little stronger.

"Please take action by the donor!"

The first trump card has been released, and Chu Qianqiu finally understood the difference between him and the sect's direct descendants. This little monk is just a genius from the local sect. If it were those real geniuses, the gap would definitely be even bigger.

But it doesn't matter, time is on my side.

You want to treat me as a whetstone.

Sorry, I have this idea too.

Sucking the real insects, it's your turn to play.

The silkworm sprinkles silk!
Chapter completed!