Huo Yuanzhen and the King of Gu Le were fighting, and everyone scattered and opened up a big circle.

This gambling battle is not a battle, and there is no need to fight. To put it bluntly, it is to compare who has greater strength, because the higher the dragon and elephant practice, the greater the power of the palm. Without the need to use internal force, the simple comparison of strength is also very strong.

Of course, with the support of the dragon and elephant, the power will double.

Huo Yuanzhen had already planned to do it. The strength of this ancient Dharma King is even above Guanshanyue. If he had fought with him, he would not have much confidence.

On the contrary, letting them fall into their own trap step by step is the ideal.

No matter how hard this old lama wants to break his head, he will never guess that he has reached the seventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique.

This is the true peak, absolutely no moisture. Although the ancient Dharma King said that he had reached the seventh level peak, Huo Yuanzhen believed that at most, he was equal to himself, and there was absolutely no possibility of surpassing himself.

Maybe even if he is better, he will be weaker than himself.

In order to verify the strength of the two, Huo Yuanzhen prepared a lot of things.

The first thing that was lifted up was two huge wooden stakes.

Each wooden stake is four feet tall and nearly one person thick.

"Dharma King, do you have any questions about these two wooden stakes?"

King Gule walked forward, turned around two rounds from front to back and left to side, and nodded: "The thickness is about the same, the height is about the same, the internal force is not worm-eaten, nor hollow, it is basically the same."

"Then the Dharma King believes that how much force is needed to break the wooden stake without using internal force?"

King Gu Le thought for a while: "It takes about four or five hundred kilograms of palm power to break this wooden stake. Without the power of the fourth level of the dragon elephant or even the fifth level, it is impossible to interrupt it."

"Then please ask the Dharma King to choose one to interrupt, and then see if I can do the same?"

The King of Gu Le glanced at Huo Yuanzhen and thought to himself that you were still pretending. If you continue to pretend, I will see when you can pretend.

He turned around and said to his disciple Mahasattva: "Disciple, go and choose any one first and interrupt the abbot."

Mahasatt nodded and agreed. When he came to the two wooden stakes, he had no choice, so he suddenly blew his palms to the one that was closer to him.

"Hi!"

With a shout, the wooden stake broke in response!

Everyone can see that the other party takes action at will and has no luck using internal force at all.

King Gule laughed: "Abbot, my disciple is ugly, it's your turn. If you can't interrupt, it's not too late to admit defeat now, but if you admit defeat, you have to let me do it!"

"That really disappointed the Dharma King."

Huo Yuanzhen answered, and broke the wooden stake next to him in a casual way, with his movements relaxed and casual. Compared with Mahasattva, Huo Yuanzhen's breaking of the wooden stake undoubtedly seemed simpler.

King Ancient Le wanted to see Huo Yuan really make a fool of himself, but this time he couldn't say a word.

A bad premonition surged in my heart. The abbot acted very freely from beginning to end. Could it be that this guy was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and deliberately causing himself to get into a trap?

Or maybe this is also an old monster in the innate realm. Has he practiced to the point of rejuvenation?

But when he came, King Gule had been asking about Shaolin for a long time. Only by knowing oneself and an enemy can he win every battle. He focused on the research on this young abbot. He was indeed a young monk.

"By the way!"

The King of Gu Le suddenly grasped the point. The abbot first brought up such a wooden stake, which could even interrupt his disciples. Although he seemed to be easily interrupted, this was his strategy that made him lose confidence. Otherwise, why would he not prove himself that he had reached the seventh level?

It must be like this, very scheming and calculating. If you don’t have confidence at this time, you may be more likely to admit defeat or cancel the bet, and that will bring his wishes to the fullest.

Thinking of this, the King of Gu Le said: "Little monk, don't make these things to test. I see that there are two millstones over there, which are more difficult than breaking wooden stakes, but there is no need. Don't you want to prove that your strength is equal to that of me? Then let's fight each other here once, and you will know who is higher and lower at a glance!"

"Oh, arm wrestling?"

Huo Yuan really thought that this old lama had a good idea, and this was indeed the fairest way, so as not to take advantage of the props.

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The two of them came to a stone table. Shaolin has many stone tables and chairs for people to rest, all of which are internal facilities in Shaolin.

People also gathered around and looked at the abbot and wrestling the arm of the old lama. They felt extremely fresh and exciting. This was even more satisfying than a martial arts competition.

The two of them each took one side and sat on a stone chair.

Huo Yuanzhen rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his right hand.

The old lama is an exposure maniac, with half of his shoulders outside, so he stretched out his hand directly.

Two strong arms pressed on the stone table, and the two big hands were tightly held together.

The King of Guleans laughed and said, "Little monk, I really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. I have reached the peak of the seventh level. Not to mention you, even if it is the late stage of the innate stage, you will definitely lose to me. Without the power of the dragon and elephant above the eighth level, you will definitely not be able to beat me in arm wrestling. You are causing your own humiliation."

Huo Yuanzhen also said: "Before arm wrestling, I will confirm it here. What you said just now is that if my strength is equal to you, you will be self-destructed. If you dare not slap yourself, let me give you any conditions, right?"

"Yes, I still say this. If you lose, you will do whatever you want. But if you lose, don't blame me for not having anyone in Shaolin who can stand up today!"

"Then come!"

"bring it on!"

The two roared angrily and exerted force with both hands at the same time!

The muscles of both arms instantly exploded, and the blood vessels on them were clearly visible!

The stone table made a "squeak" sound, obviously it was under extremely huge gravitational pressure, as if it was about to break open at any time!

Everyone around him opened their mouths wide, my God! The abbot can really compare his strength with this old lama!

Mahasatt was even more stunned. He knew the power of the master. It was no exaggeration to say that it was extremely powerful. His wrist grabbed the trunk and pressed it, and the trees broke in response. How could this abbot compete with the master?

Neither of the hands moved at all, and neither of them could break anyone over.

Huo Yuanzhen frowned, pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing.

The old lama was blushing. The first time he used such a big force, his whole face was like a monkey's butt, and he was shaking his head and pressing it down desperately. However, Huo Yuan really seemed to be fixed there. No matter how hard he used all the power of breastfeeding, he could not press it at all!

Oh my God! This little monk actually has seven layers of power of dragon and elephant, at least not under him. How did he practice it?

Although shocked, the King of Ancient Less is not too late to care about how Huo Yuan really practices. He can only exert force and force again. This is a competition that can only win but not lose. Once he loses, his own doomsday is coming.

Molan stood on another stone table not far away, watching with her toes on her feet. Now she forgot about conquering Huo Yuanzhen for the time being. She waved her small fist desperately and cheered Huo Yuanzhen there.

"Abbot, come on! Kill this old lama!"

In the tense atmosphere of the scene, Molan's shout still left many people speechless, including the ancient music, and thought to myself, whose unlucky child was here, is this so unpopular?

Huo Yuanzhen did not take advantage of Gu Le's slight looseness to take advantage of the victory, but waited for the other party to recover before speaking: "Master Gu Le, it's time to see me now!"

Gu Le immediately felt a little sweaty on his forehead. It turned out that this kid had not yet shown all his strength, and it was broken.

Could it be that he has reached the eighth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna?

Gu Le is not sure now. This kid has created a miracle. Who knows if this miracle will be bigger?

Huo Yuanzhen had already confirmed in his heart that the ancient Dharma King, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Technique, was indeed the seventh level, but it was even worse than the peak, that is, his level, and his simple power was also worse than his younger body.

When a master fights, a little gap determines life and death, and even more so when a handwrestle is wrestled, a little bit of power gap will determine the outcome!

Huo Yuanzhen gradually changed from defense to counterattack, and his wrist power became stronger and stronger, and finally gradually suppressed the Gule Dharma King a little.

King Gule was grinning there, holding the table tightly with one hand, his face was almost spitting out, and he refused to admit defeat no matter what he said.

But this slight gap made him helpless. No matter how hard he struggled and resisted, it was futile. His wrists were still falling little by little, falling little by little.

There was no breathing sound in the crowd, for fear of affecting the two people in the competition.

Huo Yuanzhen was already very sure, and a smile hanged on the corner of his mouth and said to the ancient Dharma King in front of him: "Dharma King, you are ready to commit suicide!"

The final power was released violently, and King Gule could no longer hold on, and his wrist was pressed hard onto the stone table by Huo Yuanzhen.

"boom!".

The stone table finally failed to withstand the strange power of the two, and shattered it into pieces and completed its mission.

As the stone chips were flying, the ancient Dharma King sat in a daze on the stone pier, his face as pale as paper.

Lost!

He was an ancient Dharma King, a dignified innate master, and reached the seventh level of Dragon Elephant Prajna, and actually lost to the abbot in front of him.

It's over, I'm going to die!

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