Immortal Martial God Chapter 370: Both sides compete

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Chapter 370 Comparing the two sides

The Xuanzong man was mad by Xiang Nan that day, but his eyes rolled and he said: "You said we are evil people. We learned Buddhism profound art is to help you abuse? Why do you say that, who doesn’t know me? Zong is a decent and upright sect, and a chivalrous man of justice."

"If we are not evil, then exchange the Buddhist profound arts with us, how can it be regarded as a help to abuse."

Xiang Nan set up a pergola and looked towards Tianxuanzong.

Everyone was puzzled by Xiang Nan's action. Many young monks hurriedly looked towards Xuanzong's side, learning Xiang Nan's appearance, putting their hands on their foreheads.

The direction of Xuanzong was even more weird. The Xuanzong man didn't know what Xiang Nan was looking at that day, he also looked behind him.

"Oh, so many people!" Xiang Nan slapped his thigh and said: "So many Haoranzong disciples, and three elders in the semi-sage realm have all arrived."

"You are blocking the door of the Feiyun Temple, and you have to exchange exercises and martial arts with them. I didn't see where this is considered to be a chivalry and righteousness, and where it is considered to be a decent and upright style."

"Your own actions have refuted your own words? You really slap yourself in the face."

Many young monks in Feiyun Temple couldn't help laughing. They just felt extremely happy in their hearts.

On that day, the Xuanzong man almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood.

"What a savvy kid!" Song Mingcheng stood up and pointed to Xiang Nanyi: "Today I will kill you!"

In that power, there is the power of the semi-sacred realm, which can be called destroying the world.

And Xiang Nansi didn't worry about his life in danger.

Sure enough, the abbot flicked his right hand, and the old robes flew out directly, blocking Xiang Nan's body, and the white light shone on the robes.

The terrifying force of Song Mingcheng hit the robes, and immediately beat the robes, but did not penetrate.

"Wow!" Song Mingcheng was furious, and said: "My Haoran Sect came to see you with kindness, but your Feiyun Temple sent an unknown boy to slander my Haoran Sect's reputation!"

"Let me tell you the truth, you have already provoke our Sky Profound Sect, today you either exchange Buddhism profound arts with us, or wait for my Haoran Sect army to commit the crime!"

"Choose your own!"

"Hit it! I'm afraid you won't succeed!" The young monks shouted.

The young disciples on the side of Xuanzong Tian also all crossed their eyebrows with cold eyes, and shouted at Feiyun Temple.

"My Buddha is merciful." The abbot clasped his hands together, and the words blew up in everyone's minds like thunder, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

The abbot said: "Haoran is in the east, Feiyun is in the west, and both are the forces of Canglan Continent to maintain justice. Don't hurt your peace."

The fake Xiang Nandao: "Alright, since we are talking about martial arts, we will only talk about martial arts, not good and evil."

"It is not your turn to decide who is right and who is evil, nor is it our turn to decide, but it is up to everyone to decide who is more suitable for practicing Buddhism profound arts."

"This way." The fake Xiang Nan said: "We both send young disciples to practice Buddhism together. Whoever learns better will win, okay?"

"If you win, we leave immediately, if we win, you will exchange with us."

"This method is good!" Song Mingcheng clapped his hands: "That's it, abbot, what do you think."

The abbot nodded: "It's also a way."

There are no more options now. Either you will tear your skin and start a battle, or you will have a competition, but the competition is better than the battle.

Speaking, the abbot backed up a few steps, leaving an open space for the midfielder, and said: "Feilongyuan."

"Yes!" An elderly monk with a bewildered white hair put his hands together and walked to the midfield, saying: "Poor monk Feilongyuan host, Tengjing."

Long Teng is all over the world, and the anger is in the sky. The host of the Flying Dragon Academy is actually a monk of the Teng generation, the same generation as the abbot.

The abbot and the host are not the same, the abbot is the highest "leader" of the entire Feilongyuan, and this host only controls the Feilongyuan.

Feilongyuan is a school that specializes in martial arts in Feiyun Temple. Almost all Feiyun Temple masters come from this school. After studying in this school, they are assigned to other schools.

Na Tengjing said in the direction of Xuanzong Sky: "What a comparison, please friends of Haoranzong, give me a way."

"It's better than this." Song Mingcheng said: "We each send a junior, and you will teach our junior a kind of Buddhism mysticism, and then the two juniors fight, whoever is more powerful will win!"

"That...isn't it unfair?" Teng Jing asked, "My younger generations have been learning Buddhism profound arts all the year round and have a good foundation."

"This old bald donkey is so stupid." Mengdie curled his lips and said: "When is the time, I still speak for others."

Song Mingcheng laughed and said: "You juniors have been studying for many years, and we can outperform you when we just learn. This shows that we are more qualified to learn Buddhism."

"But...you do have the advantage, so I must specify the Buddhist profound arts used by both sides to fight."

"Also." Na Tengjing agreed without a doubt on the spot.

"These people have no good intentions." Xiang Nan muttered in a low voice, "80% of them came prepared after studying Buddhism."

"Okay!" Song Mingcheng said: "I heard that there is a **** called Moko Finger in Feilong Academy, and I admire it very much, so let's use this **** as a combat martial art."

"Don't worry, we will not win or lose, but will fight until you Feiyun Temple is unattended!"

"Okay." Na Tengjing nodded and said: "Yundu, get out of the train."

"The disciple is here!" Yun Du put down the stick, folded his hands and walked to Teng Jing's side.

Tengjing said: "Mo Kezhi, how long have you studied."

Yundu Road: "The younger generation is not talented, the Huazhi has not yet become successful, and the Mokozhi has only been studied for two years, and it is just a glimpse of the way."

"Okay." Song Mingcheng directed "Xiang Nan" to play.

That Song Mingcheng said: "My Zong Xiangnan is a martial arts wizard, so he will learn the treasure of Guizong, Mo Ke Zhi."

Na Tengjing looked at "Xiang Nan" and said: "Xiang Nan, you can be optimistic."

Speaking, Teng Jing waved his right hand, and suddenly from the distance of Feiyun Temple, a simple and simple clock flew up to ten meters!

Teng Jing glanced at the realm of "Xiang Nan" and said: "You and Yundu are both in the five layers of Guiyuan, and the poor monk will also suppress the realm to the five layers of Guiyuan, so optimistic!"

Speaking, Teng Jing opened his wide sleeves with his right hand, pointed at the giant clock with the index finger of his right hand, pointed out, and said: "Moko fingering, there are three fingers, three to hell!"

The first finger was the index finger, but seeing that Tengjing pointed out, the vitality of the fingertips condensed, and a fire scar shot out!

The fire scar hit the giant clock, which immediately caused a muffled sound of the giant clock, leaving a shallow burn mark.

"What a hard clock!" Mengdie whispered: "The hardness of this clock should already have the hardness of an authentic local weapon."

Xiang Nan nodded thoughtfully. During the entrance exam, the hardness of the ring was only comparable to a low-frequency weapon, and this ancient clock itself was a local product, even harder than the ring.

But why does this **** seem so familiar?