Sanger instinctively believed that the monk in front of him was bragging to him.

It was already very difficult to resist the first attack, and the second time he resisted was even more injured. Why should he resist the third time? I'm afraid it was also a serious injury!

He is obviously injured and bleeding, but he is still stubborn. He is not like this, bragging, right? This monk is too competitive.

Sanger really doesn't want to kill Huo Yuanzhen on this ring, so he is still making the final effort.

"Abbot Yijie, I think we should stop here. I am afraid that the last demon-subduing pestle is not easy for the masters of the imperial realm to resist. We met each other. Sanger thinks that the abbot is a rare friend, so don't hurt the harmony because of the position of the leader."

Before he could finish his words, Huo Yuanzhen rubbed his abdomen with his hands, and the Nine Yang True Qi was flowing. The injuries there had been much healed, at least he would not bleed.

He looked up at Sanger and interrupted him: "Sangger, don't talk nonsense. If you still have the ability to send out the demon-subduing pestle, just come. If you don't have the ability, you'll admit defeat now. So many people present are all witnesses!"

Sanger was immediately angry. This monk was really ungrateful. Although the two consecutive magic pestles were used to make Sanger consume a lot, he could still send this last blow.

"Abbot, are you no longer considering it?"

As Sanger spoke, the demon-subduing pestle in his hand had already been lifted up. If Yi Jie was still ungrateful and insisted on his own, he would have to teach him a lesson that he would never forget for his life.

Even if he didn't want to do this, it was no longer his own business. He was still carrying the order of the master, which was to seize the position of leader of the martial arts world, which was not negotiable.

Outside the field, Dongfang Qing looked at Huo Yuanzhen nervously. With her eyesight, she naturally realized that being able to withstand the second attack just now was Huo Yuanzhen's limit. Now that Sanger wants to use the internal force of the imperial realm to launch a third attack, Huo Yuan is absolutely unable to stop it.

She was determined to persuade Huo Yuanzhen to give up, but she understood more. At this time, we must respect the man's choices and cannot make decisions on our own. He will definitely not like it.

If he has a short and long position, then I will...

Dongfang Qing made up her mind secretly and even had some expectations. It would be best if this monk became an ordinary person without martial arts, so that other women would probably not like him. Then he would take care of him for the rest of his life.

But at the same time, she hoped that a miracle would happen. He could block this attack, but at that time, she could not help but face the final problem.

Dongfang Qing was in a mess. Huo Yuanzhen had already made a decision over there.

"Sangge, just use it, I will still say the same thing. Never underestimate the Central Plains martial arts world. Your demon-subduing pestle is not enough to dominate the world. At least it is useless in front of me."

Sanger finally made up his mind: "Okay, abbot, after this blow, you may not be in this world, so Sanger reminds you, don't try to stop it, this inertia is enough to penetrate your strong body. Just try to save your life!"

All the internal energy in his body was mobilized, and Sanger had not used this attack several times. After all, the more powerful the attack, the more difficult it was to use it. When this attack was released, Sanger was not sure about facing Dongfang Qing in the next last battle.

But if he did not defeat the monk in front of him, Sanger didn't even have the chance to see Dongfang Qing, so he would no longer hold back. He waved his arm with all his might, and the demon-subduing pestle in his hand was sent out again.

From the sound of breaking through the air, the people around you will know that the power of this attack is definitely greater than the previous two times.

Is this emitted by the internal force of the imperial realm? It’s so terrible!

Huo Yuanzhen saw the demon-subduing pestle fly over again and took a deep breath. His arm, which had become a little sore because of resisting the demon-subduing pestle, just now, started to rotate again. I don’t know if it was Sanger’s illusion, but he vaguely felt that Yijie’s arm seemed to be thicker than before.

"Bang!"

"Clanglong!"

It was different from the previous two times. This was supposed to be Shi Potian's last blow, but it was easily resolved by Shaolin Yijie!

The Demon-Subduing Pestle was smashed by Huo Yuanzhen's palms, and a series of sounds fell to the ground!

Without the unnaturalness of the arm, without the powerful inertia, nothing happened, just like slapping a fly, the demon-subduing pestle was shot down!

The glasses of the people around almost fell off, what? Is this the so-called demon-subduing pestle emitted by the internal force of the territory and the power of the thirteenth level of dragon and elephant? Why is it much worse than the first two times?

The person who reacted the most was Sanger. He actually sat down on the ground and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"Impossible... This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Sanger finally yelled out, with bloodshots in his eyes, his eyes were about to be bigger, and his eyes were flying out.

"Amitabha! Everything in the world is possible. Sangge, I have told you a long time ago that I only used half of my strength to fight you, but you still refused to believe it. How about it? Have you believed it now?"

"You really only exert half of your power? But when I was fighting with you just now, your power was obviously a little worse than mine."

"I told you that I only used half of my strength. If you don't believe it, please try it now and let you see how powerful I am with full power!"

Sanger indeed jumped up from the ground, jumped to Huo Yuanzhen, and punched him hard.

Although the internal force consumes a lot, Sange believes that after resisting these three demon-subduing pestles, Huo Yuanzhen has also experienced considerable consumption of internal force and may be worse than himself.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and saw Sanger blowing his fist. This guy was almost collapsed and he actually used his fist. It's okay, it can solve the problem once and for all, so that Sanger can truly realize his strength.

Now I am the least afraid of is this kind of brute force competition.

Without dodging or dodging, Huo Yuanzhen waved his fist and rushed forward!

The two fists collided, this was a direct collision!

The two of them had not collided just now. The warm-up time at the beginning was overturned. At that time, Sanger was the dominant, and the current situation was greatly changed.

From fingers to arms, from arms to shoulders, Sanger felt that his entire arm was numb in an instant and screamed. He pulled away, holding the shoulder of his right hand with his left hand, as if his arm was dislocated and he was no longer his own.

"Brother Sanger, what's it? I said, this is my real power, can you believe it now?"

"This is impossible. I have practiced the thirteenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna. You are also practicing the thirteenth level. And my internal strength is greater than you. Your internal strength just now is not small. How come you have such powerful power?"

"I don't want to repeat the same words. You just need to know that there are many things in this world that you can't understand, just like you came from the snowy plateau to the Central Plains with confidence. But you taught a lesson to a monkey. When you ask me why I have such strength, it's better to study why the monkey is so powerful!"

Sanger was speechless. Although he didn't want to, he had to admit that the monk had indeed concealed his strength from him.

What a terrifying person!

With such high strength, he has always pretended to be inconspicuous, allowing himself to appear in front of him in a superior manner, and he thought that his strength was far superior to the couple. Unexpectedly, the person who was far superior was himself.

Now that I think back to the scenes of encountering this monk, Sanger realized how idiotic he was at that time, and he must be stupid and breathable.

At this time, Huo Yuanzhen walked towards Sange in a row. He could not see that he had experienced such a fierce battle before, and he could not see that he was still injured the moment before. There was really no problem.

This attitude dispelled the last bit of luck in Sanger's heart.

"Amitabha! Sangge, do you want to continue fighting with me now? Or do you honestly admit that I am your elder brother, and willingly admit it?"

Sanger covered his arm with one hand, his expression changed a few times, and finally he lowered his head helplessly: "I lost. Now your combat power is not affected at all, but I don't have much strength anymore. I can't even move an arm. If you continue to fight with you, you can only humiliate yourself."

"Then the bet between us..."

Huo Yuanzhen never forgot his bet with Sanger at all times. This little brother must recognize him. This is not only about his face, but also more importantly, he will be the descendant of Tantric Buddhism in the future.

The lord of Tantric Buddhism is his younger brother, while Huo Yuanzhen is the abbot of Shaolin. There is great potential between these two sects in the future!

Sanger raised his head at this time, and his face had returned to normal: "Sanger is not a villain who is untrustworthy. Since he has made a bet with you, he is willing to accept the loss, brother!"

Huo Yuanzhen laughed and walked to Sanger. He raised his hand and grabbed Sanger's injured arm.

Sanger instinctively used his other hand to resist, but he could not stop Huo Yuanzhen's strength at all, and the opponent easily grabbed his arm.

Huo Yuanzhen used one hand and pushed the upper end. With a "click", Sanger's dislocated arm had been returned to its original position by Huo Yuanzhen.

The monks in Shaolin Temple practice martial arts every day, and almost everyone will treat such a breakdown and damage. Huo Yuanzhen has no problem doing this.

Sanger's arm returned to normal, and at this time he was truly convinced by Huo Yuan.

He bowed to Huo Yuanzhen: "Brother! I am convinced. Your strength is definitely the best in the world. If the monkey met you that day, you will definitely be able to deal with it."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said to the host: "Can the result be announced?"

The stunned host came back to his senses and hurriedly announced the result of the game. In the second group, Shaolin Abbot Yijie won and would compete with Dongfang Qing for the position of leader.

After the battle, the two of them walked off the ring side by side. Sangge, who was completely convinced, asked Huo Yuanzhen for advice: "Brother, can you tell me that your power is so great that you have practiced some special kung fu. It seems that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique cannot achieve this power."

Huo Yuanzhen glanced at Sangge and hesitated for a moment: "Well... that's true. The martial arts that I practiced by Monk is called Super Dragon Elephant, which is an evolutionary version of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique."
Chapter completed!