"You…!"
"Martial Granduncle!"
Seeing Xuandu's condition, the Wine-Meat Monk quickly supported him. At this moment, Xuandu looked at Chen Feng again with fear in his eyes.
Such deep internal strength!
However, he did not understand why Chen Feng had such internal energy at such a young age.
However, he did not understand, and Chen Feng would not explain.
This was because Chen Feng had also tried his best to adjust the limits of his endurance in a moment of desperation. And because he did not have any cultivation technique, his palm also shook his own blood and qi.
However, for him who had opened up his conception and governor meridians, this was nothing.
He took a few deep breaths, and the internal energy that automatically circulated calmed his churning blood and Qi.
If anyone knew about this, they would definitely be shocked!
Chen Feng was simply a demon!
He had no cultivation technique, but he had cultivated an evil internal force?
However, Chen Feng naturally would not explain so much. The palm strike just now had intimidated Xuandu, so it was time to get down to business.
"It seems that Master Xuandu's cultivation of the Buddhist Dharma is not up to par…Wasn't it said that Buddhism emphasized on cultivating the heart and not being angry?”
"You!"
Hearing Chen Feng's mockery again, the Wine-Meat Monk wanted to retort. However, before he could speak, Xuandu pulled him back.
At the same time, she shook her head at him…
At this moment, the Wine-Meat Monk saw the fear in Xuandu's eyes.
What was the background of this young Taoist priest?
Could it be…Even his senior granduncle was afraid of him?
"Amitabha…"
At this moment, Xuandu suddenly put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. Then, he calmed down and said,"I have offended you…He wondered if the Clear Wind Temple would still hold the competition in three days.”
"Of course!"
This time, Chen Feng agreed as soon as Xuandu finished speaking. At this moment, it was Xuandu who was confused.
What was going on?
Didn't he not agree to it previously?
However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt relieved.
This daoist priest had pure internal strength, but he still didn't know how strong he was. However, with this internal strength, he was qualified to fight with the Shaolin Monks.
"In that case, I will take my leave first! See you at Shaoshi Mountain in three days!"
Xuandu left this sentence and dragged the Wine-Meat Monk down the mountain.
...
Let's talk about Xuandu.
He didn't say a word as they walked down the mountain.
But was he really afraid?
Of course not!
However, the internal energy that Chen Feng had displayed just now had made him feel a little afraid. However, the Wine-Meat Monk didn't understand.
"Martial Granduncle, why didn't you attack just now? That little Taoist priest is definitely not your match!”
Xuandu shook his head.
Just as the Wine and Meat Monk was confused, Xuandu reached out his hand.
He saw that the hand that he had used to exchange blows with Chen Feng was still trembling slightly. His palm was blood-red. It was obvious that he had been shaken.
Seeing this scene, the Wine-Meat Monk's pupils constricted.
Could it be…Was Uncle Xuandu really no match for him?
However, only Xuandu himself knew whether he was a match or not.
He had left not because he could not defeat Chen Feng. In reality, he felt that Chen Feng was too evil!
Although he had struck out in anger, he had held back some of his strength. He had only used 40% of his strength in the middle of the strike. However, Chen Feng clearly did not know any palm techniques.
But this was the most sinister place!
He didn't know any moves, but with just his internal strength, he could split the palm of the Great Compassion Palm with four to six?
Who knew what other strange things this kid was hiding?
If he insisted on making a scene, he might not be able to get any benefits. Moreover, even if he defeated Chen Feng, he would probably end up bullying a junior.
After all, gossip was terrible!
At the same time, he also gained an understanding of Chen Feng's situation.
That internal strength…
No wonder Qingfeng Temple had made an agreement with Shaolin Temple.
However, this did not mean that Shaolin was not a match for him.
This kid was very strange, but his martial arts should not be as good as his. In fact, if they were to really compare, the people of Dharma Hall could subdue him.
Therefore, if he wanted to vent his hatred, he might as well wait for the martial arts tournament to begin.
When that time came, no one would gossip when they faced all sorts of martial artists as witnesses.?
With this thought in mind, Xuandu decided to report Chen Feng's matter to the abbot after returning. After that, they would decide on the martial arts tournament three days later.
At that time, he would find some martial artists to testify.
Chen Feng's martial arts were not weak. If he could do this well, Shaolin's prestige in the Shaoshi Mountain area would rise to another level.
With this thought in mind, Xuandu quickly went down the mountain.
...
They had to talk about Chen Feng.
After Xuandu left, he went to make breakfast.
Nothing else!
Although Xuandu's attitude was bad, he was already used to it.
This world was like this, strength was the most important!
The so-called martial arts world meant that the strong could have all the power. Weakness was the original sin…
However, Xuandu would never know that Chen Feng was not a weakling!
Moreover, Chen Feng had already transformed to such a level overnight by relying on a pond and a storage room. If he could gradually develop the golden finger of the Taoist temple, his future achievements would be terrifying!
Therefore, Xuandu had actually attracted an enemy who would become a peerless expert in the future for Shaolin Temple!
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