Chapter 483 Why Are You Blushing?

"Ghost hand, step back first!"

Fang Bai's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Hearing the words, Ghost Hand didn't dare to hesitate any more. He slid his feet back and retreated quickly. At the same time, his eyes blurred, and he saw that Master Fang Bai had already taken his place.

"If you want to block the way of our master and apprentice, you are still a bit close!"

At the same time as Fang Vernacular's words sounded, he pushed forward with a palm, meeting Jueming's powerful Vajra Hand.

"Arrogance!"

Seeing that Fang Bai's palm was relaxed and casual, he didn't look like he was facing an enemy at all, and he clearly didn't take himself seriously, so he couldn't help snorting.

Bang——

The two palms touched each other, and the two bursts of real energy suddenly collided with each other, making a loud noise like thunder, and the space where Fang Bai and Jueming were standing trembled.

The ghost hand and the four Shaolin monks who were watching the battle in the distance were also so shocked that their blood was surging, and their ears were roaring. They had to use their kung fu to gather their true energy to counteract the impact of the sound waves produced by the collision of their true energy. .

Following the sound wave is a more powerful true element shock wave.

With the palms of the two people as the center, the shock wave of true essence exploded in all directions with a force of destruction.

The welcoming pavilion was the first to be unable to withstand the impact. After trembling for a while, it finally collapsed in all directions.

Gui Shou and the four Shaolin monks sensed that they could not resist the power contained in the shock wave of true energy, so they had to retreat a few feet again to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

The two people who fought did not retreat because of the counter-shock force of the true essence, but stood motionless in place. It seemed that in this fight, the two were equal opponents, evenly matched, and neither of them took advantage.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that Jueming is trembling slightly but rapidly, his face is flushed, and a stream of blood slowly overflows from the corner of his mouth.

With Jueming's appearance, as long as he is a warrior, he can tell at a glance that he has suffered internal injuries, and the injuries are not serious.

Jueming was indeed injured.

The palm of the two just now, a majestic surge of true energy from Fang Bai's palm, instantly defeated Jueming's true energy, and then oppressed him like a mountain and overwhelming sea, swallowing him whole.

At that moment, Jueming felt as if he had been hit hard on his chest by a 10,000-jin sledgehammer, his eyes were blackened, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, and then his true energy failed to continue, his internal organs burned, and his whole body felt uncomfortable as if he had fallen apart.

Jueming tried to lift the collapsed true essence, but he couldn't do anything. He knew that at this time, he was like a fish on the chopping board, and could only be slaughtered. If Fang Bai wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as killing an ant.

Only then did Jueming realize that Fang Bai's arrogance was due to his arrogance.

Although his cultivation is at the same level as the young man in front of him, his combat power is far behind him.

This young man must have practiced high-level exercises, otherwise how could his combat power exceed his own by so much?

"Ghost Hand, let's go up the mountain!"

Fang Bai defeated Jueming with one palm, causing him to temporarily lose his combat power, as if he had done a trivial thing, after calling the ghost hand, he stepped out of the ruins of the living room and walked up Songshan where Shaolin was located.

The ghost hand strode to keep up, looking at Fang Bai's straight and majestic back, his eyes showed incomparable admiration.

The four Shaolin warriors who followed Jueming down the mountain looked at each other, trying to intercept Fang Bai, but Jueming stopped him.

"Forget Huiyuan, let them go up the mountain! You four can't stop them!"

Jueming looked at Fang Bai's free and easy figure with complicated eyes, his expression was full of bitterness.

Shaolin has one pavilion, one courtyard, four halls and six elders, all of whom are powerful and famous all over China. They are senior figures respected by warriors in the ancient martial arts world.

But now, I, the well-known elder who knows the guest hall, lost to a little-known kid in his twenties, and he lost so badly that if it was spread out, I would really be ashamed to face others.

"Alas... the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead!"

Jueming sighed dejectedly, took out a few healing elixir prepared by Shaolin himself, took it, sat cross-legged on the spot, and began to heal his wounds.

"Jueming, the old monk is a low-level earth-level warrior, and he was defeated by one move... Fang Bai, I seemed to have underestimated him before!"

Behind a row of woods hundreds of meters away, Long Jingtian said with a surprised expression.

"Fang Bai won easily. I guess he has at least the mid-level strength of the prefecture level! Hey, he is as old as me, but his cultivation is a big realm beyond mine... Is there any reason!"

Long Nu put down the binoculars in her hand, her pretty face was full of frustration.

She is about the same age as Fang Bai, possesses profound middle-level strength, and is also a proud girl in China's ancient martial arts world, but compared with Fang Bai, she seems to be overshadowed.

Long Jingtian laughed and said: "Why, the dragon girl who has always been disobedient also admits to being cowardly?"

The dragon girl said listlessly: "It's okay not to admit it! There is a big gap in the realm, it is too difficult to catch up! From now on, the title of 'Longwei', the number one master of the younger generation, will no longer belong to me."

Long Jingtian said: "You don't have to underestimate yourself! Our 'Dragon Guard' also has a strong inheritance. When your cultivation base reaches the earth level, I will teach you a higher cultivation method. At that time, you still have the hope of catching up with Fang Bai. !"

The dragon girl sighed: "Grandpa, you said that the road to martial arts is more difficult as you go up. If I want to reach the prefecture level, I'm afraid there will be no hope in three to five years..."

Long Jingtian said solemnly: "The most taboo for warriors is to be impetuous and eager for success, but to progress step by step, and never strive for overnight success..."

"Grandpa, you have said these few words countless times! I can hear cocoons in my ears... Well, I will cheer up, work hard, and strive to catch up with Fang Bai as soon as possible!"

"Haha... good! Young people must have ambition! This is my granddaughter of Long Jingtian!"

"Oh, master and apprentice Fang Bai have already arrived on the mountain, let's go too!"

"Remember what I said, after you enter Shaolin, keep your mouth shut and don't speak out easily, so as not to be discovered. Shaolin has been passed down for nearly two thousand years, and Patriarch Bodhidharma is an amazingly talented master. Maybe he will With the inheritance of powerful skills, it is very possible to create a few super masters!"

"Grandpa, tell me, will there be a heavenly warrior like you in Shaolin?"

"I asked Shaolin abbot Jueren this question, but the old monk just refused to say it. Anyway, I doubt that there should be someone like me in Shaolin. Will show up!"

"Oh, if there is a heaven-level martial artist, wouldn't Fang Bai be at a disadvantage?"

"Why are you so nervous? Are you concerned about Fang Bai?"

"..."

"It's normal to be concerned. Since ancient times, beauties love heroes! Fang Bai is a great young hero, and only a character like him can make a proud girl like you fall in love... Hehe..."

"grandfather……"

"Hahaha... I'll just say it casually... Huh? Why are you blushing?"

"Grandpa, talk again... I will ignore you from now on!"

"Stop talking! Stop talking! Let's go!"

Two figures swept out from behind the woods, turned into a wisp of light smoke, and circled to the northern foot of Songshan Mountain, as light as apes, climbing up the steep and steep mountain top.

Ten minutes later, two figures hid themselves on a thousand-year-old tree with dense branches and leaves on the top of the mountain. Standing on the thick trunk of the old tree, they could overlook the entire Shaolin through the gaps between the leaves.

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