Dachunyang Palace

Chapter 45
"Xiao Jiu! Xiao Jiu! Lower your head!"

Ye Jinyan suddenly regretted practicing [Shenyang Kun Qianyin]. Although it is normal for girls of this age to grow faster than boys, being half a head shorter than the little girl still makes the little Taoist boy feel a little pained.

At this time, the two were huddled together in the crowd, trying to look up.

However, the surrounding adults don't know how to care for children at all, so there is no way to make room for the two of them, just squeeze and watch
"Wow! Little brother! That old bald man is amazing!"

Su Yuanjiu suddenly called out.

Ye Jinyan took a closer look, and saw the old monk on the stage put his palms together, and a ray of Buddha light bloomed from behind, forming a huge swastika on the ground, with a faint golden light shining on the top of his head. out.

"Hey! Let me go, this old bald donkey is really powerful! Even the senior brother with a golden pulse was beaten away by him!"

All the bald heads stared angrily.

Xiaodaotong and the little girl didn't care, and continued to nest in the pile of bald heads and talk about bald donkeys.

After watching for a while, she suddenly saw Senior Brother Luo Feng on the stage, and the little girl was so excited.

"Little brother! Little brother! Brother Luo Feng is going up!"

Luo Feng was still the same as usual, wearing a white robe neatly and fastened tightly, with a sword hanging on his left waist, long hair tied up, and a slight smile on his face.

On the opposite side is a slightly younger monk with a bald head and a somewhat ordinary appearance. He is dressed in a yellow cassock robe, with monk shoes on his feet, clasped his hands, and half-closed his eyes, as if he is not awake.

Before the match started, Luo Feng untied the sword first and put it gently on the ground.

The closed-eyed monk on the opposite side frowned slightly, but didn't say much, and waited quietly.

The adult competition is more formal than the children's competition.

The referee standing between the two is an old eunuch with a square face, who looks about 50 or [-] years old, holding a small disc-shaped reading scanner in his left hand, and with a slight swipe of his right hand, he saw that the reading scanner emits a wave , Swept towards the two of them.

After a while, a few lines of words were displayed on the glass screen of the disc-shaped reading scanner.

The old eunuch glanced at the two of them, and said lightly.

"[Chunyang Palace Jingxu Vessel, Luofeng, Early Realm Realm]"

"[Shaolin Temple Bodhi Court, Chengyi, Early Realm Realm]"

"Game start."

The two of them hadn't moved yet, but the little Daoist below was stunned when he heard that, did Senior Brother Luo Feng finally recover?
On stage
The two stood quietly, as if neither of them planned to take the lead.

The monk's brows were still frowning, and he spoke suddenly.
"Pick up the sword."

Luo Feng was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood.

"it's the same."

Guessing it was impossible for the opponent to make a first move, Luo Feng began to walk towards the opponent with his hands empty and his steps casual.

The monk's frown became tighter and tighter, as if he was very unhappy.

Probably because Luo Feng looked down on him?

So I didn't show any mercy.

Stepping forward with his left foot, his sleeves vibrated, the yellow cassock rose up without any wind, his hands were still clasped together, but he brought a great momentum, making the people around him almost unable to breathe.

The old eunuch looked at it, stepped on it, and formed a real energy field around it, protecting the people outside the venue.

Luo Feng's smile remained unchanged, and his steps never wavered, he walked step by step, advancing foot by foot.

The monk finally made a move, separated his hands, and stepped extremely fast, approaching Luo Feng in a split second, and slapped out golden waves of true energy.

Luo Feng didn't seem flustered at all, Qing Zhong wrapped his hands with a little blue true energy, as thin as if there was only a layer of membrane.

But these hands directly pierced through the layers of golden qi, and slapped away the big hand with golden light, with a smile on his face, without even a trace of stagnation.

The young monk's complexion was a little dignified, and he took a step back, chanting something, and the golden light behind him also became stronger and stronger with the chanting.

one breath

The monk yelled

"[Hold the cloud]!"

The entire arm seemed to be surrounded by golden light, the body sprang out at a high speed, and the palm climbed to the top like a collapsing cloud.

This palm looks as light as a cloud, but in fact the palm is extremely powerful, but the monk was able to strike it with a way of reducing the weight as if it were light, it can be seen that he has practiced this pose to the point of perfection.

It stands to reason that the onlooker is the clearest, and those who are watching are often able to see more clearly than those who are actually facing him, but even a person with strong five senses like Xiao Daotong can only sense a faint afterimage. The sound was thrown far away.

Luo Feng was still calm and breezy.

Throw away the sleeves of the gown, step down into a lunge, with the left hand in front and the right behind

soft-spoken
"Ze Mieki, big fault.

A gentleman is independent and fearless, and escapes the world without boredom. "

"Hold the name, no fault."

The blue-blue true essence contained in the palm of the right palm gradually rounded and shone slightly.

Turn your palm up and hit it.

A ray of green light flashed past, piercing through the golden light extremely quickly, before the monk fell down, he hit his chest with a palm

turn around

Knock!

The monk's body weighing more than a hundred kilograms was suddenly pulled back from the sky by Luo Feng's palm, creating a huge hole. Fortunately, the old eunuch's true energy blocked it, otherwise something would have happened.

Xiao Daotong's jaw almost dropped.

'Damn it, I never heard that the plan was to use the Chunyang Palm Technique, why is it that Brother Luofeng is better at playing empty-handed than Shaolin? ! '

In Sword Three, Chunyang has always used the sword as a weapon, and all skills except aura are also developed around swordsmanship. There has never been such a thing as palm technique, so it is no wonder that Xiaodaotong was surprised.

Su Yuanjiu jumped up happily, senior brother Luo Feng knocked that bald man away with one palm, so handsome!

The bald men in Shaolin also looked dignified. This young man didn't use Chunyang's best swordsmanship, but used a palm technique that he had never seen before to defeat his disciples. I have to say that this young man is really outstanding.

"Wait... Luo Feng? Could it be that Luo Feng?"

"Who?"

"That Luo Feng who is quiet!"

Ye Jinyan listened to it for a long time but didn't understand why. He only saw the monks' understanding "Oh—" and said no more.

The egg hurts, it's tempting to not give an answer, there is no little Ding Ding, hey!

Luo Feng didn't look at the monk in the pit too much, turned around and picked up the sword, walked up to the bald group with a smile, maybe the light was a bit dazzling, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said hello: "Jinyan, hurry up for a long time!" Bring it out, your game is about to begin!"

The senior brother was still smiling, but Ye Jinyan had goosebumps all over his body.

'Oops... found out. '

But you can't hide inside and don't go out, that will only make your death worse, so Xiao Daotong can only hold Su Yuanjiu's little hand and slowly walk out of the bald group, moving step by step, the cold sweat almost didn't touch his back. drenched.

However, in the end we have to face reality

When Xiaodaotong timidly passed senior brother Luo Feng, the senior brother touched his head with a smile on his face, and said kindly
"After I go back, I will carry a thousand catties and leapfrog around the inner city. Is there any problem?"

"..."

"If there is no problem, let's go to the game first, and remember to go back for dinner."

"...Brother, remember to save two buns for me."

While weeping and mourning, he sighed.

'It's over, I won't be able to eat tonight. '

(End of this chapter)