City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

"Ghost, you should withdraw first!"

Fang Bai's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Hearing this, Guishou didn't dare to hesitate, his feet slid back, his figure retreated, and at the same time, there was a flower in front of him, and he saw that Master Fang Bai had already taken his place.

"If you want to get in the way of our master and apprentice, you are a little bit too close!"

As Fang's vernacular sound sounded, he pushed forward with a palm of his hand to meet the strong vajra hand who felt all the effort.

"Arrogant!"

Jue Ming saw that Fang Bai's palm was relaxed and casual, and he didn't look like he was facing a big enemy.

Bang--

The two people touched their palms, and the two true essences that suddenly exploded outwards collided with each other, making a loud noise like a muffled thunder, shaking Fang Bai and the space where Jue Ming was standing trembled.

The ghost hand and the four Shaolin monks who watched the battle in the distance were also surging with blood and rumbling in their ears. They had to run the exercises to gather the true essence to counter the influence of the sound waves generated after the collision of the true essence. .

Following the sound wave is a more powerful Zhenyuan shock wave.

The Zhenyuan shock wave is centered on the palms of the two, carrying a force of destruction and destruction, and expands around it.

Yingke Pavilion was the first to withstand this shocking force, and after shaking for a while, it finally collapsed suddenly.

Guishou and the four Shaolin monks sensed that the power entrapped in the true element shockwave was beyond their control, and they had to go back several feet again to avoid their sharp edges.

The two who fought against each other did not retreat because of the strength of the true element's counter-shock, but stood motionless. It seemed that this time they met each other, and they were evenly matched, and neither of them took advantage.

However, if you look closely, you will find that Jue Ming's body is trembling slightly and rapidly, his face is flushed, and the corners of his mouth are slowly overflowing with blood.

Jue Ming's appearance, as long as he is a warrior, he knows that he has suffered internal injuries, and the injuries are not light.

Feeling clearly hurt.

The palm of the two of them just now, the majestic true essence from Fang Bai's palm, instantly defeated Jue Ming's true essence, and then came as an overwhelming pressure, swallowing and drowning him.

At that moment, Jue Ming seemed to be slammed into his chest by a 10,000-jin hammer, and his eyes were dark, and a mouthful of blood poured out, and then the true essence was not sustained, and the five inner parts were burned, and his whole body was as uncomfortable as falling apart.

Jueming tried to gather the collapsed true essence, but was powerless, knowing that at this time, he was like a fish on a chopping board, and could only be slaughtered. Fang Bai wanted to kill him as simple as killing an ant.

Only then did Jue Ming realize that Fang Bai's arrogance had his arrogant capital.

Although his own cultivation is at the same level as the young man in front of him, his combat power is far from his.

This young man must be cultivating a high-level technique, otherwise, how could his combat power exceed him by so much?

"Ghost, let's go up the mountain!"

Fang Bai defeated Jue Ming with a palm, causing him to temporarily lose his combat power, as if he had done a trivial thing. After greeted the ghost hand, he walked out of the ruins of the welcoming living room and headed towards Songshan where Shaolin was.

Guishou strode to keep up, looking at Fang Bai's straight and stalwart back, his eyes revealed a look of admiration.

The four Shaolin martial artists who followed Jueming down the mountain looked at each other, trying to intercept Fang Bai, but they were stopped by Jueming.

"Forget Huiyuan, let them go up the mountain! The four of you can't stop it!"

Jue Ming looked at Fang Bai's free and easy figure with complicated eyes, and his expression was full of bitterness.

The six elders of Shaolin, one pavilion, one hospital, four halls, all powerful and well-known Chinese, are senior figures respected by warriors in the ancient martial arts world.

But now, this dignified elder of the guest house, he actually lost to a 20-year-old, little-known Maotou boy, and he was defeated so terribly, spreading it out, he was really shameless.

"Oh... the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward!"

Jue Ming sighed sadly, took out a few healing pills formulated by Shaolin himself, took it, and meditated on the spot with his knees crossed and started healing.

"Jeming that the old monk is a pre-level martial artist, he was defeated by one move...This Fang Bai, I seemed to underestimate him before!"

After a row of trees hundreds of meters away, Long Jingtian said in surprise.

"Fang Bai won easily. I guess he has at least a prefecture-level mid-level strength! Alas, his age is as old as me, but his cultivation is beyond my realm...Is there any reason for heaven?"

Dragon Girl put down the binoculars in her hand, her pretty face was filled with depression.

She was about the same age as Fang Bai, possessing profound intermediate strength, and in the ancient martial world of China, she was also the proud girl of heaven, but when compared with Fang Bai, she looked eclipsed.

Long Jingtian smiled and said, "Why, the dragon girl who has always been dissatisfied has also admitted it?"

The Dragon Girl said listlessly: "It's no good if you don't admit counseling! A big gap, it's too difficult to catch up! From now on, the title of "Dragon Guard" young generation first master will no longer belong to me."

Long Jingtian said: "You don't have to belittle yourself! Our'Dragon Guard' also has a strong inheritance. When you reach the ground level, I will pass on your higher cultivation techniques. At that time, you still have the hope to catch up with Shang Bai. !"

Long Nu sighed: "Grandpa, you said that the road of martial arts, the more difficult it is, the more difficult it is. If I want to reach the prefecture level, I am afraid that there is no hope in three to five years..."

Long Jingtian said with a serious face: "The most fearful thing about martial artists is impetuousness and eagerness to achieve success, but to make progress gradually and never fight for overnight success..."

"Grandpa, you have said these few words countless times! I can hear the cocoon coming...well, I will cheer up and work hard to catch up with the white one as soon as possible!"

"Haha...well! Young people must be ambitious! This is my granddaughter of Long Jingtian!"

"Oh, Master Fang Bai has already arrived on the mountain, let's go quickly!"

"Remember my words, after entering Shaolin, take care of your own mouth. Don't make a noise easily, so as not to be discovered. Shaolin has been passed down for nearly two thousand years. Master Dharma is a master of amazing talents. There is a powerful inheritance left over, and it is very possible to create a few super masters!"

"Grandpa, say, will Shaolin have a heavenly martial artist like you?"

"I asked Shaolin Abbot Jueren at the beginning, but the old monk refused to say it. Anyway, I suspect that there should be an existence like me in Shaolin. Perhaps only at the moment when Shaolin's life and death is at stake, such a master can Will show up!"

"Oh, if there really is a heavenly martial artist, wouldn't Fang Bai suffer?"

"What are you doing so nervously? Are you caring about Fang Bai?"

"..."

"It's normal to care too. Since ancient times, beautiful women love heroes! Fang Bai is a terrific young hero, and only a character like him can make a woman like you be tempted...hehe..."

"grandfather……"

"Hahaha... I just said casually... Huh? Why are you blushing?"

"Grandpa, tell me...I will ignore you from now on!"

"No more! No more! Let's go!"

Two figures swept out from behind the woods, turned into a wisp of smoke, around to the northern foot of Songshan Mountain, as light as an ape, climbing towards the steep and steep mountain top.

Ten minutes later, the two figures concealed themselves on a thousand-year-old tree with thick branches and leaves on the top of the mountain. Standing on the thick trunk of the old tree, they could overlook the entire Shaolin through the gaps between the leaves.

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