"The so-called master is not the power of strength, but the continuous deepening of his own understanding!"

Fang Ming sighed in his heart: "I wonder how powerful the Yang Shen Realm of the Grand Master should be?"

The master trains the Yin God, while the master wants to produce the Yang God!

As soon as the Yang God comes out, it can sympathize with the heaven and earth, and even slightly stimulate the mighty power of the heaven and earth universe!

The master can only use spiritual magic, slightly affecting matter with his spirit and his will to influence reality, but the master's every move is supported by the great power of heaven and earth. After reaching this state, martial arts are completely transcendent and saints, and the power of the world can no longer be controlled. If you become an immortal, you will become an ordinary person and become a saint!

"From the innate to the master, from the great master to the celestial being, they are all transformations of carp leaping over the dragon gate, which is enough to stop 99% of the extraordinary warriors. However, although it is not natural to the master, it is much less difficult than the previous two..."

Fang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, and naturally there was a great power gathering in his body, which was completely opposite to the achievement of the Sweeping Monk.

"You...you are Duan Boy, how is that possible?"

Tianshan Tonglao said in a lost voice: "Have you practiced grandma's skills as well? Otherwise, how could you be reborn?"

"The martial arts in the world are just a different path to the same end!"

Fang Ming stretched out his hand slightly, and a strong wind suddenly blew up on the flat ground: "Master, polite!"

"Amitabha!"

The monk sweeping the floor: "For more than twenty years, the donor has tried me twice with the devil's method, but I don't want to finally show up today!"

"I was afraid of being injured in the physical body before, so I was so rude. Today, I would like to give you advice from the master!"

Fang Ming bowed slightly and said solemnly.

The sweeping monk lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name with a compassionate expression on his face.

Fang Ming had not been promoted to the master before, so he was naturally afraid that his body would be destroyed by the sweeping monk and the dragon would return without success.

But now it's different!

His deity is not here, and even if Duan Zhengchun's body is damaged, it will be nothing.

The main purpose of this is to be promoted to the master. After completing the big goal, everything will be just a passing cloud. What is the leader of the martial arts world and the emperor of the world, but it is just a dream.

If it weren't for the purpose of transforming the Tianlong world into a permanent position, even if we stopped Dali's offensive now, we would not frown.

However, after the promotion, Fang Ming needed an opponent to measure himself at this time. The Sweeping Monk is undoubtedly the most suitable one!

"Duan Zhe!"

At this time, a man with a beard on his face ran to the field, and it was Xiao Yuanshan!

He happened to hear Fang Ming's last words. Although the enemy's appearance changed drastically at this time, his resentment was still unforgettable and he was about to rush forward.

"The clown jumping, you must have the awareness of tools when making tools!"

Fang Ming glanced at Xiao Yuanshan indifferently.

But at this glance, Xiao Yuanshan felt that two vortexes seemed to appear in Fang Ming's pupils, sucking his mind in, and he fell to the ground.

Ding Chunqiu and others took a step back together.

Just a look, I put down the martial arts masters of the same level as them? This is a martial arts category that has been separated from, almost immortal magic and evil magic.

Especially Jiumozhi, he still remembered this scene freshly and was still scared. After seeing Xiao Yuanshan fall, he shivered all over and thought to himself: "This man ran like the wind just now, and his martial arts skills were really not weak. He actually fell down after a glance. It seems that the demonic magic of the Lord of Dali has been mastered to great success. What if... what if he uses this trick to deal with me again?"

"The little disciple has no intention of offending, please forgive me!"

The sweeping monk lowered his eyebrows and said calmly.

"It's okay, he has been hit by my spiritual method, but he just needs to sleep for three days and three nights!"

Fang Ming flicked his sleeves.

After being promoted to the Grandmaster, he started practicing divine essence. With the help of divine essence, his spiritual mysterious skills were finally achieved!

The great martial arts, innate Qi refining, and the master transforms into a god!

The ancestral orifice between the eyebrows is always open, transforming essence and energy into divine essence! This is the foundation of the spiritual power!

Only the secret technique promoted by divine essence is the real spiritual secret skill! The illusion and hypnosis before this are just small paths in the rivers and lakes, and the lower nine-rate things.

Only when this point can a warrior explore himself and his outside with his spirit and try to transcend life and death!

"Today, the master has attained Tathagata! I sincerely ask for advice, and I also ask the master to give me a call!"

When Fang Ming invited the battle for the second time, his whole body seemed to turn into a long sword. The sharp sword energy lingered around his body, straight and straight, and it merged into the softest. Tong Lao and others felt their eyes tingling when they saw it, as if they were hit by a sword. They couldn't help but retreat again, and their hearts were shocked.

"The disciple is dull and unable to enlighten the external demons, so he can only use the means of subduing demons!"

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, his eyes grieving, and it seemed that there was a golden light on his body.

"Haha... OK! The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art has been practiced to your level, even if Bodhidharma is reborn, it will be like this!"

To put it bluntly, the monk sweeping the floor at this time had at least achieved the achievements of Bodhidharma. Even if Sakyamuni came, it was still unknown only to discuss martial arts.

But at this time the other party also has weaknesses, that is, even if the same advanced master has divine essence, he does not have corresponding martial arts!

Fang Ming was just the opposite. He had countless magical techniques and magical methods on his side, even the secrets of the great masters and powerful gods!

One has a way and a goal, and the other is a self-righteous man who touches the elephant. How could Fang Ming miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

If you give the other party enough time, then it is very possible to find out the use of the divine essence by yourself, or even create a set of master-level martial arts!

After all, a master! If you don’t know your body thoroughly and can develop more than a dozen sets of martial arts at will, how can you be qualified to establish a sect?

"I practice martial arts for fifteen years, first learn Buddhism, then learn Taoism, understand hundreds of schools, and even open my own lineage. Today, I see myself and finally achieve my profound skills. I also want to ask the master for advice!"

Fang Ming finished speaking, without any politeness, he walked and crossed several feet apart, and his five fingers formed claws to face the monk sweeping the floor under his head.

Hissing!

Sword energy was formed in the air, and five finger-blinking sword energy rushed from Fang Ming's five fingers, and even formed a spiral of sword energy, making a harsh buzzing sound.

Rumble!

Before the sword energy arrived, the stone slab under the foot of the sweeper was already full of holes, and the air around it became even thicker, driving a violent airflow, which seemed to form a vortex and squeeze towards the center.

"Like a claw or a sword, neither a claw nor a sword, invisible and traceless, natural fortune, good kung fu!"

The sweeping monk dared to force the eighteen dragon-subduing palms that Xiao Feng had made with all his strength, but he retreated repeatedly and did not dare to resist.

As his body moved, he seemed to fly back without any weight. As Fang Ming had his claws out, the next sword energy continued to flow. He seemed to pick up every move and every move, but he also carried the unparalleled sword energy, the dragon roared in the sky.

The sweeping monk stretched his hands open, and there seemed to be an invisible wall of air within several feet of his body. He collided with Fang Ming's sword energy and made a loud noise.

Even so, holes began to appear in the monk's sleeves on his body, and he was actually injured by Fang Ming's sword energy.

"This...this..."

The Tianshan Tonglao, Jiumozhi, and even the Xuanci and other monks in Shaolin Temple all helped them out, watching the shocking battle.

With their eyesight, they could only capture a few afterimages, but they saw two shadows chasing all over the mountains, and they were leaping at a distance of more than ten feet apart. They were really elusive.

Even though the moves were dissipated, the remaining sword energy left deep gullies on the ground, horizontally and vertically, destroying the original bluestone floor incredibly.

"Amitabha, there are such masters in this temple!"

Xuanci and other monks looked at each other, and all felt a little hope.

At this time, Shaolin Jiye was destroyed, but if this nameless monk could defeat Duan Zhengchun, then Shaolin Jiye might be able to be safe?

Compared with their uneasiness, Jiumozhi and Ding Chunqiu and the evil demons were heartbroken. They knew that the other party had exhausted their entire life and had no hope of catching up with the other party's magical skills.

"Can the master just escape?"

In a short time, Fang Ming had already chased the monk in the sweeping world, and spent several rounds halfway up the mountain, even blinking his fingers and firing his sword and firing his clothes into pieces.

"Amitabha, the layman is very skilled in martial arts, and the young monk is willing to give in! Please stop!"

Although the sweeping monk was ragged, he had no scars on his body. When he ran away, he was even more like a bell, and his breathing and speaking were extremely smooth, and he still had enough energy.

Although Fang Ming relied on his martial arts to bully people, he also felt that the sweeping monk's use of the divine essence became clearer, and even took himself as his teacher and was constantly improving!

Those who are exploring to become masters alone should not be underestimated!

The figures of the sky disappeared, revealing the two figures in the square.

"The master can avoid my previous sword energy, and can learn it for himself and make rapid progress. I admire him!"

Fang Ming looked at the three holes in his cuffs and said with a faint smile.

"I would like to thank the donor for his advice..." Most of the clothes on the sweeping monk had rotted, revealing his thin and thorny back, and the ribs on his chest were clearly visible. He immediately bowed his body to salute.

"It just seems that the donor's elder does not have a sword technique!"

The sweeping monk continued.

"You are not without strength. Before, everyone was just trying it out. I will have to do my best next!"

Fang Ming's voice was cold, while Xuan Ci and others were almost stunned.

Just now, they saw the nameless monk fighting with the Dali Sword Saint. The scene was full of figures. The sword energy several feet long was scattered, almost cutting the entire Banshan Pavilion into an incredible state. Large pine trees several feet thick and thin fell over one by one, and the heroes and demons were even more affected by the fish in the pond. When they touched the edge, they were divided into pieces. The entire Shaoshi Mountain stained the ground, and almost became a Shura Field.

And even so, is it just a test before taking action?

"I am merciful to you. Today, the old monk gave up this body, hoping to resolve the donor's anger!"

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, but Xuanci and others heard the tragic and heroic martyrdom from his voice, and couldn't help but burst into tears in the corners of their eyes.

"It's a pity that I'm a stubborn stone, so the master may have to waste his time! Please!"
Chapter completed!