Immortal Martial God

Chapter 351 Strange Things in Front of the Temple

Chapter 351 Strange Things in Front of the Temple

Xiang Nan respectfully stood outside the gate and waited. He began to think in his heart.

After meeting the people from Feiyun Temple, what should he say? If they were willing to exchange cultivation techniques with him, what cultivation techniques would he have to exchange?

Xiang Nan didn't know much about Buddhist profound arts either. He only wanted to find a technique that could neutralize the Sun God Technique. However, he didn't know if there was such a Buddhist profound art or what its name was.

"Mm" Xiang Nan nodded silently, "Tell them about it later and see if they can ask more questions."

While Xiang Nan was pondering, he saw a group of five monk disciples quickly walking towards him. These people were about the same age as him.

One of the monks in front of him had a sturdy figure and looked weak, but his eyebrows were furrowed with an evil expression.

All five of them wore very simple monk robes and held a two-meter long metal rod in their hands.

The five of them walked to the door. The robust monk stood on the ground with a stick and shouted, "Who is it?"

Seeing the monk's unkind expression, Xiang Nan felt a little strange in his heart, but he did not dare to be rude. He cupped his fists and said, "I am a disciple of the Lower The Haotian Empire and the Haoran Sect."

"I came here to pay my respects to the abbot of your temple, or the elders. I have something to discuss with you."

The muscular monk raised his eyebrows and shouted, "What are you discussing?"

Xiang Nan couldn't help but feel strange. He thought to himself, "Can I talk to a little monk like you? However, judging from the looks of these people, if he didn't show his intention, I'm afraid that he wouldn't be allowed to enter."

Xiang Nan cupped his fists and said, "This time, I came to exchange martial arts with your temple. I have already received the authorization of the sect and am willing to use my Haoran Sect's cultivation method to exchange with your temple."

Fortunately, the more he talked about the few little monks, the angrier he became.

The muscular monk shouted, "What's your name?"

Xiang Nan did not conceal anything and said, "I am the 23rd generation disciple of the Haoran Sect, Xiang Nan."

"Good!" The muscular monk laughed coldly and said angrily, "What courage! You dare to come!"

"What do you mean I still dare to come? How can I say this word?" Xiang Nan became even more confused. This was the first time he had come to Feiyun Temple.

"Fuck off!" The sturdy monk said angrily.

Xiang Nan frowned, "What do you mean? I treat each other with courtesy, yet you guys have spoken ill of each other three times and four times. Could this be the way to treat guests in Feiyun Temple?"

The clay figurine still had a third of its earthiness. Xiang Nan came over to ask for an audience, but the monk stared at it for a moment, then shouted angrily, causing Xiang Nan to get angry.

The muscular monk laughed loudly, "There's no need to be courteous with a villain like you! Go on, beat him out!"

With that, the muscular monk took the lead and rushed towards Xiang Nan with a stick.

The Yuan Qi condensed on the monk's stick was frighteningly thick. Furthermore, it was the unique Yuan Qi of Buddhism. It was pure white and holy.

Xiang Nan dodged, but the sturdy monk was relentless.

"Dragon Subduing Staff!" The muscular monk jumped up two feet and whistled towards Xiang Nan with the stick in his hand. With a stick, he swept out a fan-shaped white light.

Xiang Nan sensed the powerful power of the white light and did not dare to underestimate it. He continued to dodge, thinking to himself that this Buddhist profound art was indeed not trivial.

After the muscular monk landed on the ground, he chased after three sticks in a row, and each stick was faster than the other. When he reached the fourth stick, he suddenly jumped up high and shouted, "Break the dragon tail!"

The Yuan Qi on the staff rose explosively and condensed into a tens of meters long Yuan Qi staff that fiercely chopped down towards Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan could already tell that this robust monk was at the fourth level of Origin Return, but his strength was much stronger than most fifth level Origin Return martial artists.

At this time, Xiang Nan had no choice but to draw out his Dragon Blood Saber to welcome him.

With a loud bang, the sturdy monk's Yuan Qi staff crashed into the Dragon Blood Saber and instantly collapsed, while Xiang Nan stood upright.

"Alright!" The sturdy monk's right hand carried the staff backwards, and his left hand held four fingers with his thumb, quickly ejecting towards Xiang Nan!

The monk flicked his four fingers, and when each finger shot out, a small circular shock wave would explode at the tip of his finger. The shock wave was extremely small, about the size of an apple.

However, the power of this finger was no small matter. Every finger that shot out was a beam of Yuan Qi! Moreover, the beam of Essence Qi was extremely fast!

Xiang Nan's heart sank, and his body soared into the air. He swiftly spun four times in midair, allowing the four fingers to brush past his body.

"What fast Yuan Qi!" After Xiang Nan landed on the ground, his expression became solemn.

There are two types of Yuan Qi released by martial artists. One is ordinary Yuan Qi, and the other is Yuan Qi released through martial skills.

Curious, Xiang Nan also used his thumb to clasp his four fingers and condensed his Yuan Qi into his fingertips, ejecting it towards the sturdy monk.

His Yuan Qi flew out with a swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh

The sturdy monk sneered and clasped his four fingers, pointing them out first.

The monk's finger power was much faster than Xiang Nan's! In an instant, it actually destroyed Xiang Nan's four fingers and continued to advance towards Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan raised his saber and blocked it. After the monk's finger hit the saber, the huge impact actually knocked Xiang Nan back several meters.

"Hmph." The sturdy monk said disdainfully, "Imitate the cat and draw the tiger, and be ridiculous! You want to imitate the Dorothy Finger."

"Amazing! Amazing!" Xiang Nan said.

The muscular monk said, "I still have three fingers!"

After saying that, he shot the other three fingers towards Xiang Nan, which were also three beams of Yuan Qi.

"You have a martial skill, but I don't?" Xiang Nan's waist twisted as he slashed out with a knife and a fierce dragon's tail.

After the large crescent blade rays collided with the three strands of power, they destroyed the three terrifying finger forces on the spot. The blade rays tilted slightly upwards and scratched the muscular monk's forehead in a frightening manner.

"You" The monk paled in shock. "Your strength …"

"I'm sorry to offend you, I'll pay you a visit another day!" Xiang Nan jumped down the mountain and spread out his Yuan Qi wings, flying into the distance.

Looking at Xiang Nan's departing figure, the sturdy monk's expression was gloomy and uncertain.

In the distant sky, Xiang Nan was constantly pondering as he flew. The fate of his trip to Feiyun Temple was truly strange.

Those few little monks were very unreasonable, but their strength was not ordinary.

To tell the truth, based on Xiang Nan's evaluation of the robust monk, the monk's strength was actually very ordinary. This should be due to his talent, and it was roughly similar to the core disciples of the second-grade sects in the joint examination.

However, the martial skill that the robust monk used was extremely powerful. With his strength, the "Dorothy Leaf Finger" could actually shake Xiang Nan back. From this, it could be seen that the Buddhist profound arts were indeed very powerful.