Novel:Immortal Martial God - Chapter 0370

Immortal Martial God
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Chapter 0370
A Contest Between the Two Sides
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That day, the Xuanzong man was enraged by Xiang Nan. However, his eyes rolled and he said, "You said that we are evil, and that we learned the Buddhist profound arts to help the evil? Why do you say that? Who doesn't know that our Haoran Sect is a righteous sect, and that it is a righteous sect that practises chivalry and righteousness?"

"If we don't hate it, then exchanging Buddhist profound arts with us wouldn't be considered helping the evil."

Xiang Nan put up an arbor and looked in the direction of the The Profound Sky Sect.

Everyone was confused by Xiang Nan's actions, and many young monks hurriedly looked towards the The Profound Sky Sect, following Xiang Nan's example and placing their hands in front of their foreheads.

The direction of the Heavenly Profound Sect felt even more strange. The Heavenly Profound Sect man didn't know what Xiang Nan was looking at, but he was also looking behind him.

"Aiyaya, so many people!" Xiang Nan slapped his thigh and said, "So many Haoran Sect disciples and three Half-Saint elders have arrived."

"You are blocking the door of Feiyun Temple and insisting on exchanging martial skills with them. I don't see how this can be regarded as righteousness and decency."

"Didn't your own actions already refute your own words? You really hit yourself in the face."

Many young monks in Feiyun Temple couldn't help but laugh, feeling extremely happy in their hearts.

On the other hand, the Xuanzong man was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"What a sharp-tongued kid!" Song Mingcheng stood up and pointed at Xiang Nan, "Today, I will kill you!"

That power contained the power of a Half-Sage realm, and it could be said to destroy heaven and earth.

Xiang Nan wasn't worried about his life at all.

Sure enough, the abbot waved his right hand and the worn-out robe flew out, blocking Xiang Nan's path. White light shone on the robe.

Song Mingcheng's terrifying finger force struck the kasaya, causing the kasaya to flutter, but it did not penetrate it.

"Good!" Song Mingcheng was furious and said, "My Haoran Sect kindly came to ask for an audience, but your Feiyun Temple sent a nameless brat to slander our Haoran Sect's reputation!"

"Let me tell you the truth. You have already provoked our The Profound Sky Sect. Today, you will either exchange Buddhist profound arts with us or wait for our army to attack!"

"Choose for yourselves!"

"Fight! I'm afraid of you!" The young monks all cried out.

The young disciples of the The Profound Sky Sect also cursed at the Flying Cloud Temple with cold eyes and crossed eyebrows.

"My Buddha is merciful." The abbot clasped his hands together. This sentence was like thunder, exploding in everyone's minds. The scene immediately quieted down.

The abbot said, "Haoran is in the east and Feiyun is in the west. They are both forces that uphold justice in the Blue Tide Continent. We must not harm the peace."

The fake Xiang Nan said, "Alright, alright. Since we are talking about martial arts, then we will only talk about martial arts, not about good and evil."

"It's not up to you or us to decide who is righteous and who is evil, but it's up to everyone to decide who is more suitable to cultivate the Buddhist profound arts."

"This way." The fake Xiang Nan said, "Let's each send out young disciples to cultivate Buddhist profound arts together. Whoever learns better will win, okay?"

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

"This method is good!" Song Mingcheng clapped his hands and said, "It's settled. Abbot, what do you think?"

The abbot nodded and said, "It can be considered a solution."

Right now, there was no other choice. Either they would tear themselves apart and start a battle, or they would compete. However, it was better to compete than to start a war.

As he spoke, the abbot took a few steps back, leaving an open space for the midfielder and said, "Flying Dragon Institute."

"Yes!" An old monk with scum and white hair put his hands together and walked to the middle of the field. He said, "The hostess of the poor monk's Soaring Dragon Institute, Tengjing."

The Soaring Dragon Sea was filled with rage. The Soaring Dragon Institute's presiding officer was actually an eminent monk of the Soaring Dragon Realm. He was of the same generation as the abbot.

The abbot was different from the abbot. The abbot was the highest "leader" of the entire Flying Dragon Institute, and this abbot was only in charge of the Flying Dragon Institute.

The Flying Dragon Institute was a school specializing in martial arts in Feiyun Temple. Almost all of the experts of Feiyun Temple came from this school. After learning from this school, they were assigned to other schools.

Tengjing looked in the direction of the Heavenly Profound Sect and said, "How can we compete? Please give us a way, my friends from the Haoran Sect."

"How about this?" Song Mingcheng said, "Both of us will send out a junior, and you will teach our junior a Buddhist profound art. Whoever is stronger in the battle between the two juniors will win!"

"Isn't that ... unfair?" Tengjing qi said, "Our junior has a good foundation in learning Buddhist profound arts all year round."

"This old bald donkey is so stupid." Meng Die curled her lips and said, "Since when did you speak up for someone else?"

Song Mingcheng laughed loudly and said, "Your juniors have already learned it for many years, and we can defeat you just by learning it. Does this mean that we are more qualified to learn Buddhist profound arts?"

"But ... you have indeed taken advantage of me, so I must designate the Buddhist profound arts that both sides use to fight."

"That's good too." Tengjing did not suspect him and agreed on the spot.

"These people have ill intentions." Xiang Nan muttered in a low voice, "They must have learned Buddhist profound arts and come prepared."

"Alright!" Song Mingcheng said, "I heard that there is a finger technique called Mo Ke Finger in the Flying Dragon Institute. I admire it very much. Let's use this finger technique as a combat martial skill."

"Don't worry, we won't win or lose in one match. Instead, we will fight until no one from your Flying Cloud Temple responds!"

"Alright." Tengjing nodded and said, "Yun Du, step out."

"Disciple is here!" Yun Du put down his staff and walked to Tengjing 's side with his hands clasped together.

Tengjing said, " Mo Ke pointed, how long have you been learning?"

Yun Du said, "This junior is not talented. His Flower Picking Finger has not yet reached completion, and Mo Ke Finger has only studied for two years. He has only just begun to peek at the path of the door."

"Alright." Song Mingcheng ordered "Xiang Nan" to fight.

Then Song Mingcheng said, "My sect's Xiang Nan is a martial arts genius. Let him learn your sect's precious treasure, Mo Ke pointed."

Tengjing looked at "Xiang Nan" and said, "Xiang Nan, watch carefully."

As he spoke, Tengjing waved his right hand, and from the distance of the Flying Cloud Temple, an ancient bell that was ten meters tall suddenly flew over!

Tengjing glanced at the realm of "Xiang Nan" and said, "You and Yun Du are both at the fifth level of Origin Return. That poor monk will also suppress your realm to the fifth level of Origin Return. Take a good look!"

As he spoke, Tengjing waved his sleeve and pointed at the giant bell with his index finger." Mo Ke pointed technique has three fingers. Three of them will go to hell in a day!" Tengjing pointed at the giant bell with his right index finger.

The first finger was the index finger, but seeing Tengjing 's finger point out, the Yuan Qi at the tip of his finger condensed and a fire mark shot out!

The fire mark struck the giant bell, causing it to rumble and leave behind a faint burn mark.

"What a hard clock!" Meng Die whispered, "The hardness of this bell should already have the hardness of an authentic Earth Grade weapon."

Xiang Nan nodded thoughtfully. In the joint examination, the hardness of the arena was only comparable to a low-frequency weapon, and this ancient bell itself was of the Earth grade, even harder than the arena.

But why did this finger technique look so familiar?

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