But Sang Jie shook his head without thinking, "No, this is the foundation of the Zhen sect, and outsiders must not pass it on!"
The two were standing in the hall talking. On the left was Obai fighting against Dongfang Bubai, who was full of energy. On the right was Chen Nan. Hu Di was fighting six lamas with sword energy, but whether it was energy or sword energy, the two of them could not win.
Nearby, it actually dissipated automatically.
Murong Fu still refused to give up, "Why don't we come to an end? If I win, you will pass the Mahamudra to me. If you win, Monk, I will teach you the unique skill of 'One Yang Finger'!"
The Western Region is not far from Dali, and Sang Jie has heard of the powerful skill "Yi Yang Finger", which is so powerful in the south, and he was interested in it for a while, but still couldn't make up his mind.
Murong Fu added lightly, "Is it possible that Master has no confidence in his own martial arts!"
As soon as these words came out, they struck a chord in Sang Jie's heart. He asked himself that apart from the few old monsters hidden in the Tantric Sect, how many of them were invincible in the eyes of the plains? Although this young man had a good temperament,
But his internal strength is not as good as his own, and his martial arts skills are far worse than his own. It shouldn't be difficult to defeat him. But Murong Fu dared to propose a bet like this, so he must have something to rely on.
Murong Fu saw his expression change and said quietly: "Since Master doesn't dare to gamble, then forget it!"
Sang Jie's face suddenly became anxious, "Why don't you dare to gamble? I'm blocking you! But how can you guarantee that the secret book you will give me later will not be fake?"
Murong Fu secretly laughed in his heart, before we even competed, you knew that I was going to give you the secret book! However, the expression on his face did not change, "I can swear to the Buddha that if the secret book given to the master is false, I will go to Abi Hell after death!"
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Although Murong Fu's oath was not binding, Sang Jie believed in Buddhism and nodded slowly, "Come on!"
Murong Fu was stunned, "Master, you haven't sworn yet!"
Sang Jie was stunned for a moment, then anger flashed in his eyes, "Do you think I will lose?"
Murong Fu was secretly amused, seeing how you could be so arrogant even though you looked polite, but he said humbly: "What if! Everything is possible!"
Sang Jie replied slightly impatiently: "If the big handprint I passed on to Mr. Murong is fake, I will never be reincarnated again!"
Murong Fu was slightly startled. In this way, the oaths made by the two of them were not binding. He only hoped that Sang Jie was really an enlightened monk and would not dare to break his oath.
After Sangjie finished her oath, she glanced at Murong Fu and said, "You are a junior, I want you to make the first move!"
Murong Fu was not going to be polite to him, so he immediately raised his hand and shook it, and instantly hit Sang Jie's face with a powerful palm force.
However, Sang Jie did not move. When his palm reached his body, he suddenly shouted, "Drink!"
The strength of the palm disappeared instantly.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment and couldn't help asking: "What kind of martial arts are you doing?"
Sang Jie smiled slightly and said, "This is one of the unique skills of our sect. It is called 'True Word Technique' and it is also a type of 'Mahamudra'."
Murong Fu clicked his tongue in amazement. Although he just gave a simple "drink", he felt that Sang Jie's "drink" was different from other sonic martial arts.
Sangjie concentrates his true energy on one point and spits it out from his mouth. It is very powerful. It is... really handsome and practical! For a moment, he was even more looking forward to the "big hand seal".
Although Sang Jie's face was calm, his heart was filled with waves. Just now, he could clearly feel that Murong Fu's inner strength was profound, and it was not inferior to him at all. His "drink" seemed powerful.
In fact, he took advantage of Yi Dian Po Palm. He didn't dare to say anything to let him strike first. He made several strange gestures with his hands and pushed out a palm towards Murong Fu without making any sound.
There was still a hazy shadow of a palm print floating towards Murong Fu.
Murong Fu's heart was filled with fear, and his breathing gradually became suppressed. When he sensed it for a moment, he found that several vortices of true energy had gradually formed around him, but the palm prints were still a few feet away.
Although Murong Fu didn't know what the principle was, he hurriedly stretched out his index fingers and "chichichi" several times with one Yang finger force and shot towards the vortex of true energy.
But after hearing a few extremely subtle "sizzling" sounds, the vortex of true energy shattered one after another, and the palm prints in the air suddenly became weak.
Murong Fu pointed out two more fingers, and his solid finger strength hit the palm of the palm one after another. With a "bang" sound, the palm prints immediately disappeared.
Sang Jie was stunned for a moment, "How do you know the weakness of my palm technique?"
"Did I tell you that my master's spiritual sense is powerful?" Murong Fu shrugged and said lightly: "Feeling!"
Sang Jie no longer dared to look down on Murong Fu. He immediately moved his hands and made hand seals very quickly. Murong Fu would not give him time to make hand seals. He immediately moved his body and the man came up to him.
Use the Shadowless Divine Fist.
Sang Jie was startled, and hurriedly moved his body. The movements of his hands became: pinching with one hand, and making palm prints with the other hand. Although the power of the palm prints was much less, it was better because of its extremely fast speed. In just a snap of his fingers, there were actually three
The palm prints flew towards Murong Fu.
Murong Fu slipped two steps to the left to avoid the palm print, but Sang Jie also took this opportunity to distance himself from him.
For a while, everyone in the palace was having a lively fight. Murong Fu and Sang Jie were chasing each other while making shadows of their palms and fists.
Dongfang Bubai and Obai, one was very fast, the other was extremely defensive and had natural supernatural power. The two fought for their lives, and the energy around them flew away. Oboi kicked a pillar, which even caused the hall to shake slightly.
Wei Xiaobao stared at Obai in fear and said, "Your Majesty, will these damn martial arts masters demolish this royal study?"
Kangxi heard him scolding everyone and glared at him slightly, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Wei Xiaobao also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately smiled, "My servant is talking about that traitor Ao Bai! If they continue to fight like this, if the imperial study room is destroyed, none of us will be able to survive!"
Kangxi was also extremely worried, but at this moment he had a do-or-die mentality and said lightly: "If they succeed, I won't be able to survive!"
Wei Xiaobao thought to himself, if he had to die, he could all die together. With so many martial arts masters buried with him, it would not be unfair to come to this world.
Although he had this thought in his mind, his eyes still looked in the direction of the palace door involuntarily.
Murong Fu chased Sang Jie for a while and couldn't help but secretly admire him. Sang Jie's Qing Gong was really good. You must know that his own Qing Gong was one of the best in the world.