The old monk Ziyang's old power has gone, but the new power has not yet emerged, and his fists are still tightly fitting against Tian Qi's chest.

But Tian Qi's punch, which did not dodge, made the old monk feel extremely dangerous.

The energy around Tian Qi suddenly swelled, and the half-inch sunken fist print was bounced up deeply, as if this level of injury could not cause any injury to it.

Master Hengzheng! Almost in an instant, Ziyang had already judged the source of Tian Qi's powerful body.

But how is this possible? There has been no master of Hengzheng in the world for more than a hundred years!

With the remaining force on his arms, the old monk Ziyang used Tian Qi's brigade's energy to block it, and his palms crossed to his chest.

The fists and palms intersected, and the old monk flew up, flipped backwards in the air for seven or eight circles before leaning towards a big tree behind him.

There was only a crack that the old willow tree, which was three or five times wider than the back of a person, was covered with cracks, and a burst of wood fragrance burst out from the burning of new trees.

The old monk docked on the willow tree for a long time, motionless, but Tian Qi knew that the punch that was enough to seriously injure any great master just now did not cause any substantial damage to the old monk.

Not mentioning the strange power-relieving method, just saying that the willow tree did not fall down, you know that the old monk was not seriously injured.

The true energy was swelling, like a half-fist-sized true air balloon wandering on the old monk.

In just a moment, the originally messy aura gradually calmed down.

Tian Qi was a little curious and asked sideways: "Yi Jin Jing?" Such a powerful healing effect, and just now, Tian Qi could feel the old monk's extraordinary physical strength.

The Yijin Jing is actually a technique that practices both internal and external, so Tian Qi asked this question.

The old monk smiled but did not answer, and asked back: "Where did the young hero's golden bell cover be repaired?"

Tian Qi felt a little nervous, but he did not reveal any difference.

"According to the "Zen Master Datong", the seventh-level pagoda of the Golden Bell Cover is a Shaolin martial arts, but it has been lost for a long time."

The old monk walked towards Tian Qi step by step, and the willow tree behind him was indeed completely cracked, but the tree was big and deep, and it did not fall down.

The old monk turned around and sighed at the old willow tree that had not lived for a long time. He turned to Tian Qi.

Tian Qi felt a strange feeling in his heart. This set of horizontal martial arts practices came from Brother Dog. Tian Qi knew very well. Brother Dog was even more impossible to be a Buddhist god dog. Tian Qi also knew very well.

When practicing martial arts horizontally, the master's martial arts are the Vajra Immortal Body, not the seventh-level pagoda of the Golden Bell Cover. Not to mention the seventh-level, even the first-level Tian Qi has never practiced it.

If the old monk Ziyang didn't lie, it was the problem of Brother Dog. Brother Dog practiced with the word Vajra, which is clearly a Buddhist term. Could it be that Brother Dog did it on purpose?

Have a grudge against the bald man? Thinking of this, Tian Qi has basically confirmed it, but he can't say this to the old monk.

He glanced at Tian Qi's flat chest, and looked at himself, even his gray monk's robe was a little worn, and the old monk knew it.

Tian Qi waved his hand, lifted his black robe, and made a gesture of inviting him. The old monk was not a shy person, so he immediately fought with Tian Qi.

The two of them used their light skills and entered the depths of Mount Song. They could only hear a sound like thunder from the back mountain.

This is the first time Tian Qi has encountered an opponent with such strong recovery. It is not because his physical body has broken through the limit and perfectly broken through to the Grand Master.

Tian Qi might be defeated at this moment.

The monks in Shaolin did not leave, but the sun was getting west, and Chuntao and Xia Ying were both angry.

There is not much dry food at all, are these monks not hungry? I haven’t seen any food and drinks in a day.

"Chuntao, this old monk is excited. I guess the young master will not be able to come back for a while. Let's go to the foot of the mountain to stay for a night?" Xia Ying looked at the Shaolin monk who was blocked by a bluestone Buddha statue at the gate and shook his head solemnly.

"No, the momentum will become weaker when she leaves." Chuntao was also hungry, but what was better than Xia Ying was that her desire for food could be suppressed.

Xia Ying looked at the sword in her hand, and couldn't hold her face down and asked for vegetarian food.

After a while of silence, he crawled into the woods beside him. When he came back half an hour later, he was holding five or six grilled pheasants skewed with branches in his hand.

The monks who had been standing for a day immediately turned green and looked heartbroken.

"It is a purity of Buddhism!" Liao Fan shook his head and sighed.

Damn, Chuntao was just thinking about eating and couldn't bear it immediately: "If you have the ability, don't eat!"

"You!" Li Fan pointed at Chuntao with a glaring look and cursed in a low voice: "Demon!"

But Chuntao is more delicious!

After looking at the sky, I listened to the movements in the back mountain, um! I was still fighting, Chuntao brought some hay, Xia Ying grew a pile of firewood, and fell asleep as if no one was present in front of the Shaolin mountain gate...

When there is no absolute crush on strength, the competition consumption is the only winning or losing point.

Tian Qi had just broken the Star Breaking Finger and had not finished his practice yet. He can now cross a great realm and fight with the old monk Ziyang.

It was also the powerful method of Tian Qi's class. The physical body that broke through the limit and the strong and tough mental power were much stronger than the Yijin Jing.

Despite this, it is not easy to severely damage the old monk in the Broken Yuan Realm.

Tian Qi vaguely knew how to break the shattering element, and tempered the internal force of the true energy in his body and tight stones.

Then break the internal force of this true qi, and repeatedly compress the practice nine times, and the realm of breaking the essence can be perfect.

But this old monk didn't know how many times he had broken the Yuan, but Tian Qi's Qixuan Stealing Sutra could only absorb the other party's true energy without any source of energy to restore himself.

But occasionally, I could steal some. In this way, the old monk made up his mind to get involved with Tian Qi.

The next morning, Xia Ying went down the mountain to rest for a while. The dew in the mountains was heavy, so it was not very comfortable to rest at night.

After Xia Ying came back, Chuntao went again. The two took turns to stay at night. Five days later, there was almost no stove outside the gate of Shaolin Temple.

There are all bedding and simple resting small tree tents, and pots and pans are bought from farmers at the foot of the mountain.

Shaolin Temple also moved the bluestone Buddha statue away with Grand Master Jueming and Grand Master Lezhi.

But these monks really had no choice for the two women who did their own things.

The main reason is that the big fight in the back mountain is still continuing. If this is a strong move, it would be fine if the old monk wins, but if he loses, it would be really difficult to deal with.

On the sixth day, Chuntao knocked on the door and borrowed a few coins of salt. He felt that the monks of Shaolin Temple were humiliated. Facing Chuntao's eloquence, he finally handed over the salt.

However, when Xia Ying was burying into the forest with salt, two ragged figures fell in front of the Shaolin mountain gate.

Tian Qi's breath was just a little floating, but the old monk was exhausted all over.

The endurance of horizontal masters has always been higher than that of internal masters.

"Take it!" Tian Qi jumped and landed in front of Chuntao.

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and looked straight at Tian Qi without saying a word.

Tian Qi raised his hand, and the horizontal knife that Xia Ying was holding was deshewn out, and was held steadily by Tian Qi.

"The master is so good at fists and feet! Compare weapons?"

Tian Qi's slightly pale face suddenly showed a dangerous smile, and his beard that had not been taken care of for several days also had a bit of hideous feeling.

A powerful sword intent slowly condensed from Tian Qi's body, and thick clouds suddenly gathered above the gate of Shaolin Mountain!
Chapter completed!