disguised holy monk

After Xuan Qing had said that, Amaro smiled and waved his palm to attack first.Xuan Qing's figure moved accordingly, and greeted him with palms.

The two of them were extremely fast, it seemed that they just passed by each other as if they hadn't moved, but they had already exchanged dozens of moves in the moment they moved around in place.

At the moment of turning around, Amaro swept across with a rosary in his hand, turned around and then kicked out chain legs one after another.

Xuan Qing's figure is as stable as a rock, and he responds to all changes without change. When his palms are changing, one palm pushes back the strength of his palm, and the other palm strikes out, forcing away the strength of his legs.

Amaro turned over and landed steadily, while Xuanqing still stood in place.

Everyone saw that he was only defending but not attacking, and every move was just right, without the slightest killing intent.

Although he admired his character, he couldn't help but feel anxious, as nervous as if his heart was tightly clenched, and they all said: "Master Xuanqing, don't show mercy to the thieves!"

Amaro also saw that Xuanqing was only defending but not attacking. He bent his lips and said in an unclear way: "Master, if you don't make a move, you will return to Tantric Buddhism with me."

After he finished speaking, he turned his hands into palms and made a circle around the sky. In an instant, the shadows of his palms were like thousands of hands, and his movements were so strange that it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Amitabha..." Xuan Qing recited the Buddha's name, and there seemed to be a sigh between his compassionate brows—he didn't want to hurt people, but at this time he had to.

After a pause, he made a move of Prajna Palm, swipe with a single palm to draw afterimages.

Amaro smiled and flew forward, and the two quickly wrestled together.

With the palm strength of a thousand hands, ordinary people would feel as if they were fighting with a thousand people, but Xuan Qing slightly closed his eyes and meditated, not at all bewitched by the palm shadow in front of him.

He listened to the sound to identify the position, and the strength of the Prajna palm was long and long, sweeping across, and every stone was knocked away wherever it went.Amaro had no choice but to pull back, and the next moment, he was lucky enough to turn his palm into a knife, directly cut off a half-human-thick stone pillar, and smashed it towards Xuanqing with a fierce palm wind.

Xuanqing Prajna's palm power was brought to the extreme, and he directly hit the flying stone pillar with palm power.

In an instant, the two billows of air attacked each other through the stone pillar. The stone pillar stagnated in the middle, and then was urged by the strong internal force of the two of them, only to keep spinning on the spot.

With a "boom", the stone pillar shattered into powder, and a strong air wave swayed away.

Xuanqing's feet were sunken, and he remained on the spot, but Amaro took half a step back.

"Okay!" The martial arts people on one side were so excited that they couldn't contain themselves, staring at Xuan Qing with bright eyes, as if it was him who was shining brightly above.

The atmosphere on the stage was almost stagnant, Amaro was surprised, Xuan Qing didn't show his appearance, how could he have such a strong inner strength?He already found that he was not Xuanqing's opponent in the competition of internal strength.

When he was surprised in his heart, he didn't want to admit defeat easily. Facing the palm wind from Xuanqing who was chasing after the victory, Amaro began to dodge around the high platform, looking for opportunities.

The two started chasing on the stone pillars of the high platform, chasing after each other, following each other like shadows, Xuanqing's monk clothes fluttering, walking around the pillars, not giving each other a chance to breathe.

It’s just that Amaro blindly avoided and prolonged the time, Xuanqing suddenly realized that going on like this would be extremely unfavorable to him—a quarter of an hour was coming.

His face began to pale.

Amaro could clearly feel that Xuan Qing had slowed down.

At this moment, he seized a gap, turned around, and directly pressed Xuanqing's wrist, and then a strong internal force was transmitted to the other hand, turning his palm into a knife, and slashing towards Xuanqing.If this palm fell on Xuan Qing's body, his internal organs would be seriously injured.

Everyone was shocked——

"Master!"

"Master Xuan Qing!"

Wuying and the others almost rushed onto the stage!

At the critical moment, Xuanqing suddenly flipped his wrist and popped out a finger, hitting Amaro's upper arm directly.

Amaro didn't notice the attack on his upper arm for a moment, but felt that his inner strength was stronger than before. His arm was in severe pain, and his palm hit the ground, causing a wave of air.

The afterimage of Xuan Qing flashed past, and he drew back.

Amaro quickly sealed the acupuncture point of the other hand with his unique acupuncture technique to suppress the pain and internal injury.He frowned, and stared at Xuan Qing incredulously, "Why is your inner strength stronger?"

Xuan Qing turned around and retreated a certain distance, holding the rosary in his hand and standing still, he had no time to explain, he just slapped the ground hard, and in an instant, countless flying leaves floated in the air.

He pursed his lips and stood among the flying leaves, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were cold.

"Could this be..." Everyone had roughly guessed what he was going to do...

Sure enough, Xuan Qing took a flying leaf casually, flipped his fingers over, and shot it out with his fingers.His flower finger, even if it is as hard as iron, can pick leaves and penetrate.

Amaro's eyebrows changed, and he quickly dodged sideways. A small flying leaf blasted a layer of air waves behind him, and there was already a stone pit on the ground.

Xuan Qing still stood indifferently among the flying leaves, his figure was elegant and graceful, and his white monk robe fluttered like a fairy.

The fingers are so soft but the internal force is so strong

A group of martial arts practitioners couldn't help exclaiming, "What a powerful flower finger!"

Just in the competition just now, Xuanqing used the Prajna Palm, the Flower Finger, and the Moha Finger...every move is exquisite, some people can only practice one unique skill in their whole life, but Xuanqing is proficient in it. Count the doors!

What's even more frightening is that he is still extremely young.

Everyone was startled in astonishment, and thought to themselves, the rumors are indeed unbelievable, with such profound martial arts internal power, fortunately this person has a heart of goodness, otherwise it would be terrifying.

Moreover, these martial arts are not compatible, some require strong inner strength, while others require delicate inner strength, could it be that his internal injuries were caused by practicing these martial arts forcibly, and the conflict of inner strength? ——The people watching the battle have silently found the cause of Xuanqing's internal injury.

Amara was also shocked that Xuanqing was so young, and he was already so proficient in using the flower finger.

He dealt with it carefully, but avoided one piece, there were two pieces, three pieces...

Xuanqing picked up the leaves with three fingers, and the flying leaves flew together with their strength, and all the high platforms and stone pillars were shattered with his fingers.Amaro had no way to avoid it, and finally a flying leaf hit him!

"Pfft!"...Amoluo turned over and fell off the stage. He encouraged himself to support his body and half-kneeled on the stone floor. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he was seriously injured internally.

"Master!" Amaro's disciples hurried forward to support him.

"Master Xuanqing has won! He has won!" All the martial arts practitioners were excited for a moment.

Xuan Qing couldn't hold it anymore at this time, and secretly sighed that fortunately he has enough points now.As soon as the quarter of an hour arrived, he had to use another enhanced dredging pill, which could stimulate his potential even more, but the time was shorter.At this moment, he only felt a surge of air in his sea, and he could smell blood in his throat.

Wuying and others also wanted to come forward to help him, but he waved to stop him.

He took a step forward slowly, the monk's clothes swinging in a graceful arc, Xuanqing clasped his hands together, looked at Amara seriously with clear eyes, and said, "Amitabha, I still hope that the great mage will keep his promise."

He stood tall on a high platform, surrounded by a mess, but his monk clothes were clean and unstained, and there was no trace of complacent ridicule in his indifferent and kind-hearted brows.

Amaro didn't speak, but just looked at him fixedly, with complicated and difficult emotions in his deep black eyes.

After a while, he raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xuanqing, we will meet again."

Someone dissatisfied: "What do you mean? It is agreed that you are not allowed to set foot in the Southern Dynasty martial arts, unless you want to lose and refuse to accept!"

Amaro ignored it, and just waved his hand and led the people to turn around and leave here.

Before the people from the Tantric sect had finished their journey, all the people from the Jianghu had gathered around, all clapping their hands in admiration——

"Thanks to Master Xuanqing this time!"

"Worthy of Master Xuanqing, with peerless martial arts and unparalleled Buddha-nature!"...

It's just that Xuan Qing is already dizzy now, and he really can't hold it anymore, the surging blood is more ferocious than the previous two times, and he passed out directly!

Wuying and the others had already realized something was wrong and supported him.

Jiang Qimo directly pushed away the crowd and stepped forward, looking for his pulse, his expression was extremely ugly, and he said coldly: "Hurry up and send him to the room, and boil another pot of hot water!"

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and didn't realize it until Bai Muzhi gave orders—Master Xuanqing was really suffering from a serious illness, and he just endured his internal injury just now!

Just thinking about it makes people awe-inspiring!

However, even if Master Xuanqing is seriously ill, it is still more than enough to deal with those people!

While being inexplicably proud, everyone hurriedly helped Xuan Qing into the house. No one noticed the tall figure in the tall building in the distance, half of the face was covered by an exquisite mask, and they didn't turn around until they saw everything.