MTL - Longevity-Chapter 1407 golden lotus

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The eminent monk of Damiaolian Temple used this method, but the two of them didn't need it, because they didn't have the obsession to win.

My goal is to experience the miraculous martial arts of Damiaolian Temple, and to see how the martial arts of Damiaolian Temple differ from those of King Kong Temple, both of which are Buddhist exercises.

They have seen a lot of martial arts from the King Kong Temple, and they are even proficient in other martial arts from Daxue Mountain.

It's not that they visited the sects of Daxue Mountain, but that Fakong is familiar with the martial arts of the 108 temples in Daxue Mountain.

He had practiced for them one by one, not only practicing, but also feeding them moves, fighting them with the martial arts of each monastery, and beating them to the ground.

Fakong knows all kinds of things, and the martial arts displayed by each temple are more spiritual and powerful than the masters of the 108 temples.

At the beginning of these encounters, they didn't show any miraculous effects. It seemed that they just opened their eyes and increased their knowledge.

But with the passage of time, the number of times they fought increased, and the moves that Fakong gave them at the beginning began to be truly absorbed by them, and transformed into infinite nutrition, allowing them to accumulate and grow, and their foundation became more solid.

They were even more curious about the martial arts of Damiaolian Temple. After all, the martial arts of Damiaolian Temple surpassed the sects of Dayong, and their status was higher than that of Daxue Mountain.

"Okay." Guan Yiming didn't force himself, his expression was passionate: "We may not have no chance of winning, we beat them!"

Winning the eminent monk of Damiaolian Temple has a huge impact on the entire Dayong martial arts.

Zhou Yu said softly: "Guan Gongzi, you are going to be disappointed."

Guan Yiming was startled.

Zhou Yu said softly: "The people they visited must know our swordsmanship. They know us, but we don't know them. If they come to challenge, they must be sure to win."

"It's useless for them to think they can win," Guan Yiming said.

Zhou Yu shook his head.

Guan Yiming said: "Da Miaolian Temple is not invincible, they are not the national teacher or Yuande divine monk!"

"That's right," Zhou Yang snorted, "You have to compare yourself to know."

Zhou Yu nodded slightly.

The three of them left the small courtyard and came to the training ground in the outer courtyard of Shenjian Peak, only to see that the training ground was already crowded with people.

The training ground in the outer court of Shenjian Peak has never been so lively.

Not only the masters of Shenjian Peak were there, but also the masters of various sects and sects, as long as they had a decent relationship with Shenjian Peak, they all ran over.

The disciples of Shenjian Peak guard the door of the outer courtyard, not everyone is allowed in, they need to have certain qualifications and connections.

Those who have a bad relationship with Shenjian Peak cannot enter the gate.

Two middle-aged monks with shiny bald heads and thin bodies were standing in the center of the arena, with their eyes slightly closed, one palm raised up, and the other palm twirling a Buddhist bead.

They are ordinary-looking, standing in the crowd, if not for the monk clothes they wear and their shiny bald heads, they would not attract attention.

People around are talking about it.

They were all expressing their opinions, some thought that the eminent monk of Damiaolian Temple would win, and some thought that the Flying Snow Swords were not that weak.

The two sides have their own reasons, but after all, they have never fought each other, so they can only talk in general terms. The key is to see if the two swords of Feixue dare to fight.

Are you afraid to make a move because of the prestige of Damiaolian Temple, or are you brave enough to compete with the eminent monks of Damiaolian Temple?

Most people feel that they will not back down.

At this point, he must be supercilious, feeling invincible, and not paying attention to the eminent monks of Damiaolian Temple.

Amidst the people's discussions, the two walked slowly and arrived at the martial arts training ground. Everyone shut up one after another and made way for them.

The two middle-aged monks slowly opened their eyes, still twirling the beads in their hands, keeping their minds as calm as water.

Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang sized them up and felt their aura.

They were also looking at Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang, feeling their aura.

The four of them were separated by a foot, and after looking at each other, Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu slowly drew their swords out of their sheaths, and clasped their fists in a salute: "Masters, please—!"

There is no need to talk much now, it is just a battle.

"Amitabha!" The two middle-aged monks proclaimed the Buddha's name at the same time, put down the prayer beads and clapped their palms together to tithe.

"Master, please act first."

"Please-!"

The two monks punched lightly, the fists were full of golden light, faintly flickering, and then two small and delicate golden lotuses gushed out of the fists and floated towards Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu.

These two delicate little lotus flowers are shimmering with golden light, delicate and beautiful, and even a bit cute.

"Ding Ding!" The two sword lights chopped the two small golden lotus flowers into pieces, making a clear sound as if the cuts were made of real gold lotus flowers.

But the two chopped lotus flowers disappeared immediately, and then appeared again, and changed from two to four.

The two monks punched again, and two small golden lotus flowers floated out again, and together with the previous four, it became six.

"Ding ding ding..."

Jian Guang kept hitting the little golden lotus, and then turned one little golden lotus into two, two into four, and four into eight.

Dozens of small golden lotus flowers floated around them, like a dream, so beautiful that people around were amazed.

These golden lotus flowers seemed to come alive, leaning against Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu, attached to them, and chased them.

Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang's expressions were serious.

They knew that the golden lotus was different and should be killed directly, but they didn't expect it to be so difficult.

They seem to be able to be cut off with a single sword, but they regenerate immediately, as if they absorbed the power of the sword and catalyzed them.

As the sword moves, they split continuously, one becomes two, two becomes four, and the number continues to increase.

What supports this increase is the power of the sword.

When the two of them understood this truth, there were already dozens of small golden lotus flowers around their bodies.

It can't be killed, can't be driven away, like a maggot attached to the bone, like a shadow, although the speed is slow and leisurely, it doesn't seem to be a big threat, but it makes them frightened.

People around also looked solemn.

They were wondering what to do when they encountered such a situation, should they kill the little golden lotus directly, or just avoid it?

Looking at it now, the best way is to avoid them instead of destroying them. Even such a powerful sword can't kill them, let alone others.

"Inversion." Zhou Yu said softly.

Zhou Yang nodded.

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What was originally as light as snow falling suddenly turned into a violent storm.

"Ding ding ding ding..." Slices of sword light struck small golden lotus flowers again, making a clear cry.

These little golden lotuses slowly disappeared, but did not reappear.

Everyone's spirits lifted.

They didn't know how the two of them did it, but they knew they couldn't do it. This little golden lotus was too wicked.

The two middle-aged monks stretched out one palm each, pressed their palms together, and punched again.

A small golden lotus flower flew out of the fist, and then the little golden lotus floated into the sword light and was hit, but it was not annihilated, it just flashed a golden light.

The remaining little golden lotus flowers flew towards them one after another, drilled into their bodies, and then made them more solid.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred small golden lotus flowers turned into two.

The speed of these two flowers is extremely fast, and two ray of golden light appeared to fight with them, forcing them to be stretched left and right.