In Kong Wen's mind, Meng Xiuyuan was a bit young and frivolous.
But he didn't expect that Meng Xiuyuan would be so crazy.
"Meng Shaoxia, are you really sure? The competition of internal strength is very dangerous, and you can't fake it at all." Kong Wen couldn't help but ask, considering Shaolin's reputation.
After all, letting Meng Xiuyuan compete with the three great monks of the Shaolin Temple in terms of internal strength, it really seems that the Shaolin Temple is a bit despicable.
Internal strength is something that you can save every time you practice it. It is almost difficult to do tricks.
The three divine monks are now almost in their sixties. They have been worshiping in the Shaolin Temple since they were young. In total, each of them has been cultivating internal strength for more than fifty years.
Moreover, they hold high positions in Shaolin, practice top Buddhist techniques, and their internal strength is much deeper than ordinary people.
Through the sword skills and palm skills that Meng Xiuyuan performed before, it can be seen that Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength is very good and he is proud of it. However, no matter how Kong Wen speculates, it is difficult to imagine that Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength is higher than the three of them.
people.
After all, even if Meng Xiuyuan started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, he was only sixteen or seventeen years old. How could he compare with them, let alone let the three of them practice together?
Kong Wen heard that Meng Xiuyuan said it was a competition of internal strength, and felt that he had a chance to win. He simply wanted to show off the grace of the Shaolin Temple, so he said:
"Meng Shaoxia, it seems that the poor monk took advantage of you. However, I, the Shaolin Temple, cannot let go of the whereabouts of the villain Xie Xun.
In this case, let the poor monk compete with you in terms of internal strength.
As long as you defeat the poor monk, I will admit defeat on behalf of the Shaolin Temple."
Meng Xiuyuan shook his head helplessly, extended his palm to Kongwen and said:
"It doesn't matter to me whether you like it, holy monk. Please do it."
Seeing this, Kong Wen understood, shook his cassock, stretched out his thin old hand, and gently placed it on Meng Xiuyuan's hand.
The silent competition began from then on.
In the entire hall, almost everyone was looking at Meng Xiuyuan and Kong Wen, wondering who could win in this internal strength competition between the famous Shaolin abbot and the mysterious Wudang master.
Only everyone in the Wudang Sect already knew the result when Kong Wen agreed to compete in the internal strength competition.
Sure enough, within just a few breaths, Kong Wen's complexion began to turn pale quickly, large beads of sweat flowed down his face in strings, and a straight line of white smoke came from the top of his head, heading straight towards
Above the main hall.
"Senior brother?!" Seeing Kongwen's performance, Kong Zhi naturally knew that he was at a disadvantage and was very surprised.
How high is Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength after he suppressed the leader's senior brother in such a short period of time?
Kong Zhi didn't have time to think too much. Seeing that Kong Wen's body had begun to tremble, he could no longer hesitate.
"Junior brother, stay with me, senior brother!" Kong Zhi said, and put his right palm on Kong Wen's back.
"Oh, brother, I'm here!" Kongxing heard the words and hurriedly followed suit.
Suddenly, the situation changed to Meng Xiuyuan fighting three divine monks alone against three.
Feeling the two strong and mellow Qi coming from the same source from behind, Kong Wen finally took a breath and felt much more relaxed.
But at the same time, he felt increasingly depressed.
With the help of two junior brothers, even if Meng Xiuyuan can be defeated in the end, it will be because he has gone back on his word in the Shaolin Temple. Not only will he lose face, but the outcome of the bet will definitely be entangled.
Although they were still fighting at this time, Kong Wen was still thinking about how to explain his side's behavior later.
But soon, he no longer dared to be distracted. This was because Kong Wen discovered that even with the help of two junior brothers, they did not seem to have any advantage in the competition of internal strength.
The internal force that Meng Xiuyuan sent out by himself actually suppressed the three of them, making them even more passive.
Kong Wen raised his head and glanced at Meng Xiuyuan in disbelief. At the same time, many things that he had not understood just now suddenly had reasonable explanations.
"Meng Shaoxia, he must be the reincarnation of a heavenly being..." Kong Wen forced his voice out from between his teeth.
"The divine monk is so complimentary." Meng Xiuyuan's expression remained indifferent, but the internal force output from his palms became more and more serious.
After a few breaths, the bodies of the three holy monks began to tremble in unison. Big beads of sweat splashed on the floor tiles under their feet. Three pillars of white smoke went straight up above their heads, like three chimneys.
"Master Kongwen, don't insist anymore, your body can't bear it anymore," Meng Xiuyuan advised.
Although the three divine monks have a combined total strength of one hundred and fifty years, their internal strength is not just about arithmetic, but also affected by many other conditions.
For example, the true energy of the three divine monks is far less pure than that of Meng Xiuyuan, and is much inferior in quality. And although the three of them practice Buddhist internal skills and have the same origin, after all, the true energy that each of them cultivates is different.
It is different. It is indeed not easy to bring the three people's energy together to jointly resist the powerful enemy Meng Xiuyuan.
The most important thing is that due to the weakness of the three monks, the internal strength of both sides is almost always using Kongwen's body as the battlefield. It doesn't take long for Kongwen's meridians to be unable to bear it anymore.
But even so, Kong Wen still refused to admit defeat.
Because even if we don’t talk about Xie Xun’s case, just talking about the issue of face is a hurdle that Kong Wen cannot overcome.
He has done all these shameless things, going back on his words, bullying the small with the more powerful, and bullying the small with the big. If he still loses to Meng Xiuyuan, then the last bit of Shaolin Temple's shame will be lost on the ground.
Therefore, although Kong Wen knew that the chance of victory was slim, and he also understood that in a few moments he would inevitably die from having his meridians cut off, the word "admit defeat" really weighed more than a thousand pounds, and he could not say it out loud.
Naturally, Meng Xiuyuan could not let the abbot of Shaolin die in his own hands, otherwise the hatred between Shaolin and Wudang would really become serious.
Helpless, he had no choice but to let out a light drink, and instantly exploded with all his strength to shake Kong Wen and the others away.
Just after hearing the sound of "Go!", the three divine monks flew out and fell to the ground together, unable to move. Several disciples of the Yuanzi generation hurriedly stepped forward to help them, and then they managed to stand up.
"The situation just forced me to offend you. I hope the three holy monks will forgive me." Meng Xiuyuan bowed sincerely.
Although his move saved Kong Wen's life, it also smashed the faces of the three divine monks to the ground, which were so broken that they could not be picked up.
Emptiness, the inner breath of Emptiness is disordered, and although he is short of breath, he can't say a word. Only Emptiness Hearing is better, he manages to even out his breathing, and weakly says:
"It doesn't have to be like this. Meng Shaoxia's magical skills are unparalleled. I, Shaolin, surrender."
Unexpectedly, Yi Kongwenzhichengfu could not have imagined that in the current situation, the word "admit defeat" would be more magnanimous if he said it himself.
"Thank you so much, holy monk." Meng Xiuyuan raised his fist towards Kongwen, then ignored him, turned to look at other people in the hall and said loudly:
"Of all of you here, is there anyone else who would like to come forward and give me advice? I, Meng Xiuyuan, am happy to accompany you!"
He said these words relatively easily at the beginning, but when he finally said the words "please accompany me", he had already used his inner strength.
The sound was not loud, but it made everyone present panic.