Chapter 234 The Strong Golden Bell

Hua Wuji didn't take Huo Yuanzhen seriously at all. Although this monk had some tricks and could not defeat him in the early stage of the innate stage, he would definitely not be able to fight against him.

After stabilizing in the middle stage of the innate period, Hua Wuji has become a leader in the middle stage with the Ice Palm.

"Bald donkey, since you are seeking death by yourself, then I can't blame Mr. Hua!"

After saying that, Hua Wuji's body rushed forward, and cold air began to condense in his palm.

Huo Yuanzhen put his hands together and quietly activated the golden bell cover. An invisible golden bell was pressed upside down on his body. Hua Wuji couldn't see it if he didn't want it to appear.

Seeing that the monk opposite was still chanting Buddha's name in a pedantic manner, Hua Wuji sneered secretly. It seemed that he was really crazy. At this time, chanting Buddhism could still influence himself!

The ice energy in the palm of his hand reached the twelfth level, and Hua Wuji was determined to kill the monk with one blow!

The distance quickly narrowed, but Huo Yuanzhen still remained motionless.

"Monk, go to hell to chant Buddha's name!"

Both palms came out at the same time, and the temperature around them dropped rapidly with the operation of the Ice Sutra. Hua Wuji's palms, with the force of thunder, directly hit Huo Yuanzhen's chest.

As long as you hit this time, Hua Wuji will be confident that even in the late stage of the innate stage, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.

But the monk still didn't move at all, like a wooden sculpture.

As the palm approached, Hua Wuji knew that the other party could no longer avoid it.

It's so boring to win so easily.

Hua Wuji curled a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his palms finally hit Huo Yuanzhen.

"Hey! No!"

Just when his palm reached about one foot in front of Huo Yuanzhen's chest, Hua Wuji felt that it had hit it firmly, and his palms had hit the real thing!

"boom!"

A loud bang!

Huo Yuanzhen was still motionless, and Hua Wuji had already been recoiled for five or six meters by his full force. He felt his arms numb instantly, his household registration was shattered, and blood oozed in his palm. The strongest palm in his life seemed to hit a mountain of steel!

The monk opposite, a golden light flowed around him, and an upside down golden bell appeared beside him.

"How is that possible! This is the golden bell cover!"

Hua Wuji didn't know about the Golden Bell Cover, but he had never seen such a powerful Golden Bell Cover. He was the best in the middle stage of his innate stage. He could not shake the Golden Bell Cover with all his strength. His skill was beyond his cognition!

No matter how impossible he thought it was, the fact had already happened, and the monk on the opposite side had already begun to fight back!

"Hua Wuji, quickly hand over the residual picture of the Blood Demon!"

Huo Yuan's true body shape shook, and a great move was used, and he appeared directly in front of Hua Wuji like a ghost.

Hua Wuji waved his soft and numb arms and wanted to resist, but suddenly a light burst out before his eyes. A bright aperture appeared behind the monk's head. In this dark night, it suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, extremely dazzling.

Hua Wuji, who was a little used to the darkness, had an instinctive reaction at this moment, that was, to raise his hand to block the bright light coming from the opposite side.

With a raised hand, the empty door opened wide.

Huo Yuanzhen cleverly used the Buddha's light to find this opportunity, otherwise his attack power would not be enough to restrain Hua Wuji with one blow.

Huo Yuan had already expected Hua Wuji to block the light, so he had already taken action at the moment when the Buddha's light was turned on. He hit Hua Wuji's lower abdomen, which was a time difference and a pre-measure.

As expected, Hua Wuji reached out to block the light. As soon as he raised his hand, his powerful Vajra Palm arrived.

"Bang!"

Hit China Wuji at the same time with both palms.

A mouthful of blood spurted Lao Gao. He had just hit someone with his palms with all his strength, but now he was hit back by someone with his palms. The reward in this life was so fast. Hua Wuji's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and his body fell into the water of West Lake.

Huo Yuanzhen still knew his power about his palm. Whether Hua Wuji can survive is a question.

After stepping to Hua Wuji, Huo Yuanzhen first looked at his condition. His breathing was weak, but he was still alive. Maybe he could survive. However, even if Hua Wuji survived in the palm of his dantian, his skills would not only never improve, but also his current state would not be able to be preserved. From now on, he would no longer be afraid.

He reached out and touched his arms, and a piece of Tiansilk silk quilt was touched out.

Huo Yuanzhen took it out and looked at it. It was indeed a blood demon residual picture. Judging from its position, it should be the middle part on the right side of the nine pieces.

After obtaining the second blood demon picture, Huo Yuan put it away with satisfaction, then looked down at Hua Wuji: "Amitabha, Master Hua, please beg for your own blessing."

The victory came so easily. With the golden bell cover blocked, the great movement followed, the Buddha's light shook his eyes, and the powerful Vajra Palm ended the battle. In fact, Huo Yuanzhen only made one move from beginning to end.

With the Golden Bell Cover, it’s really different. There’s no problem with resisting it. Even if I cleverly use the tactics, I defeated Hua Wuji, who was once unattainable, in just one move, which made Huo Yuanzhen feel very happy.

As for whether Hua Wuji can survive, it is no longer so important.

After getting up and leaving the bank of West Lake, Huo Yuanzhen was still thinking about Lingyin Temple.

There is indeed a master hidden in Lingyin Temple, but I didn’t find out my specific identity. When I was peeping just now, I just found that the old monk who appeared in the end was extremely skillful and I couldn’t provoke him for the time being.

It was the middle of the night when we came out, and we were eavesdropping and fighting again. When Huo Yuanzhen returned to the Murong family, it was already early in the morning.

A large group of people gathered in the main hall of the Murong family, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

Huo Yuanzhen came to the back of the crowd and heard the crowd constantly discussing.

"Hey, do you see that these four young men have hung up the first couplets of four couplets here, waiting for the master and the others to be right."

"I saw it, they came early. The couplet has been here for a long time, and the master and the others have not met."

"No, our family is a scholarly family. Can't even match a couplet?"

"If you really don't match it, not only will you lose yourself, but you will also pick up the brand of our scholarly family."

Hearing these conversations, Huo Yuanzhen exerted a little force and easily squeezed in from behind the crowd.

In the hall, there were five people sitting side by side on chairs, each waving a fan, with a handsome and talented man on his face. Among them, sitting in the middle was a young man wearing a blue dress and a scholar's scarf. He was talking to the other four people, but his eyes were constantly aiming at Murong Qiuyu opposite.

Not only him, but also the four people around him, the four young talents Huo Yuanzhen met on the edge of the West Lake yesterday, are now constantly looking at Murong Qiuyu.

Murong Qiuyu does have the capital to watch it at first sight, but now Murong Qiuyu has a pretty face, biting her lips tightly, looking out, as if she is looking for something.

Next to her, there was an old man and a few young men who were studying four couplets hanging high in the hall, each of whom was sweating profusely. It was obvious that the study was not for a while.

"Haha! Uncle Murong, you've been reading it for almost an hour. Is this couplet suitable? If it really doesn't match it, just pick the brand of your scholarly family."

The person who spoke was Hu Yan Aobo. He brought the four young talents to make things difficult for the Murong family. The struggle between these scholars was different from those of the Jianghu people. They were all literary fights. He made it clear that if he couldn't match at least two couplets, he would pick the brand of the Murong family's scholarly family.

The Murong family accepted the challenge for their face and now fell into an embarrassing situation.

Murong Qi studied it for a while but failed, but he did not dare to ship the goods to Huyan Aobo. He turned around and looked at Murong Qiuyu coldly: "Qiuyu, where are the reinforcements you have found?"

"He went out in the morning and might be back soon."

"Hmph, what are you back! I think I just ran away. I tell you for my father that you are the daughter of my Murong family, and if you die, you are also the ghost of the Murong family. Today's affairs have arisen because of you. If you can't solve it, go and talk to Mr. Huyan alone!"

"Dad! How could you treat me like this?"

Murong Qiuyu was also a little anxious. If she had known this, she would have been better off not coming back.

At this time, Murong Qiuyu's brother also came over. This person was his third brother. He said to Murong Qiuyu: "Little sister, what my father is right. You are also at the age of talking about marriage. A girl's family always fights and kills in the world. It looks like that Mr. Huyan has a good character and family background. I think it's almost the same, so you can nod it."

"San brother, my little sister can't agree with what you said. If you like it, you nod, it has nothing to do with me."

"You... are stubborn!"

The second brother of Murong Qiuyu next to him also came over: "Little sister, you have to think about the overall situation of our Murong family."

"My little sister is not talented, so she dare not take on this great task."

"This is not possible, that is not possible! Then why do you bring a monk back? It's embarrassing to me!"

Murong Qi slapped the table suddenly, and the tea bowls were slashed. The tea water overflowed, his face full of anger, and his feudal patriarchal demeanor was fully revealed.

There was a mist condensed in Murong Qiuyu's eyes, but she still bit her red lips firmly: "I believe him, he will not leave alone. He must have delayed something. He knows my situation and will definitely come back to help me."

What else do the Murong family members have to say? Huyan Aobo stood up over there: "Hey, why bother? They are all family members, they have something to say, and they have something to say. Qiuyu, let's..."

Hu Yan Aobo was about to approach Murong Qiuyu as he spoke. Murong Qiuyu glared at him: "Get closer to me, it looks good to you!"

Hu Yan Aobo shrank his neck and really didn't dare to go forward. After all, Murong Qiuyu was a martial arts practitioner, and ten of them were given in vain.

But he didn't dare to touch Murong Qiuyu, he still dared to threaten Murong Qi: "Uncle Murong, time is coming soon, you can't tell me the couplet, and I won't give me an explanation. I'm going to take off the sign."

Murong Qi was forced to say coldly to Murong Qiuyu: "Qiuyu, if you are still the daughter of my Murong family, I will give Mr. Hu Yan an explanation immediately!"

Murong Qiuyu's face showed sadness, and tears finally slid from the corners of her eyes. She twisted her hands at the corners of her clothes, and her joints were a little white. She didn't want to abandon her family, but if the family forced herself like this, she might have made a choice.

If he leaves the family and goes to Huo Yuanzhen to complain, he will definitely comfort himself.

At this time, Murong Qiuyu did not blame Huo Yuan for his disappearance, but just wanted to see him as soon as possible.

Just as I made up my mind to speak, a voice came from outside the door: "Amitabha, what couplets are there, let me see it."

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