An Yifu looked at the confident little monk in front of him and said seriously: "It was originally seen that you were a disciple of Marquis of Lantian. You are so young. I don't want to use this trick to bully the small, but you are a little too crazy.

My Big Light Fist has a unique skill. If you can't handle it and get hurt, you are not allowed to cry."

The little monk Lingzhen didn't let him go, "Hmph, everyone will say big talk. I also have a trick that my master doesn't let him use. I made an exception today to let you know that we are not crazy, and this is called self-confidence."

After saying that, the little monk actually moved first, stomped his feet, and the ground seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. The big bluestone instantly exploded like a spider web.

Looking at the little monk, he had already used this violent attack to fly upwards, without using light skills and only rebound, he flew straight upwards as high as three feet high.

With the stunned expression of the onlookers, the little monk jumped up twice in the air. This was the master's unique skill of light skills, Tiyunzong, and then climbed two feet into the air.

At this time, An Yifu did not neglect. He closed his hands in place and his eyes slightly closed, just like an old monk entering into meditation, without moving at all.

"What? Is the fake punch in Shaolin Temple so obvious? People have already flew to his head and used their tricks. He actually started chanting scriptures? Is it a cheating money?" A passerby said dissatisfied.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is a duel between experts. They are unique skills and accumulating momentum. What do you know?" A discerning person glanced at the person next to him with disdain, as if he was very disgusted with the ignorance of that person. It seemed that he was just an ordinary person and did not know martial arts.

At this moment, a low shout came from the sky. Although the sound was a little tender, the firmness and sharpness completely attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked up at the world. The little monk Lingzhen from five feet high had already prepared his momentum and began to make moves.

Bai Fan smiled slightly. In three days, he was able to practice Tathagata's magic palm to this point. Except for those who cheated like this, I am afraid this little monk is the first to be the one.

"The seventh posture of the Tathagata's magic palm, the Buddha of heaven came to the world!"

In the eyes of everyone, accompanied by this low shout, the little monk in the air seemed to transform into a ball of fire and fell from the sky.

At this moment, An Yifu's eyes opened instantly, and a light suddenly appeared, and then a Buddha's name came from his mouth, "Amitabha, understand the mind and see the nature, and see the Buddha with the light!"

At this time, An Yifu's figure could no longer be seen on the ground, because he seemed to be completely wrapped in a ball of golden light. When the Buddha's name fell to the ground, the huge ball of golden light, with an unstoppable power, instantly rushed to the sky.

At this time, a golden giant palm appeared one meter above An Yifu's head, and at the same time, the figure of the little monk Lingzhen from three meter high also appeared. It turned out that he was standing on his head and feet, his left palm stood in front of his chest, and his right palm pushed towards the ground, creating this kind of heavenly Buddha coming to the world.

When the two tricks met in the air, they instantly fell into a stalemate. The golden giant palm that fell from the sky was blocked by the golden light, and the golden light was also blocked by the giant palm.

One person exclaimed: "It's this move, this big handprint. There is this handprint left on the Yangtze River. The Marquis of Lantian used this move to destroy the enemy and protect the immortal grain."

"What big handprints? People said, "Do you understand the Buddha who came to the world? Don't talk nonsense." The person next to him seemed to be dissatisfied with his concentration interrupted and cursed at the man.

Many people's hearts are trembling. Strong! Too strong! Such a trick is scared when you see it. If it hits you, you will definitely not be able to stop it without thinking.

The two sides were in a stalemate for less than a breath. Everyone originally thought they would end up with a tie again, but as the little monk's figure decreased, the golden palm became more and more solid, and gradually the golden light ball below had a feeling that it could not be supported.

In the eyes of everyone, the light ball was shaking and almost broke.

Only An Yifu below felt the deepest and strongest. This Tathagata's magic palm actually fell down with the opponent, and the power was superimposed layer by layer. This point alone was better than the Great Light Fist.

An Yifu, who was gritting his teeth and persevering, was also arrogant in his heart. Even though he knew his martial arts disadvantages, he was unwilling to lose to a thirteen-year-old child like this.

The firm face instantly infected many onlookers.

The junior sister of Emei Sect made a guest appearance again and whispered: "Senior sister, that person is so stubborn. You see, the corners of his mouth are bleeding."

"Hey! The top master has a proud pride that you would rather break than bend, you don't understand." Her senior sister sighed softly.

Abbot Tanzhi and the elders of Shaolin kept shouting in their hearts, holding on, and holding on until the young monk was unable to do anything, because they knew that the two great treasures of Shaolin had a great advantage, which was that their skills were continuous and they recovered very quickly.

But they never thought that the magical skills given by Bai Fan would not have this characteristic?

When Monk Tan Zong saw that the corners of his disciple's mouth and nose began to bleed, he felt unbearable and said, "Puppy, forget it, take your palm and admit defeat!"

"Junior brother, you..." Abbot Tanzhi said anxiously.

Many elders shouted: "You can't withdraw, and Shaolin can't lose!"

An Yifu turned a deaf ear to this, and only relied on a brave voice in his chest, gritted his teeth and persisted. Finally, when the little monk fell to his hands and put his huge palms together, the golden light ball collapsed instantly, and it was drawn into a ball of invisible energy and spread to the distance, and even the clothes of the onlookers were blown.

The little monk's palms kept stopping, and although the golden giant palm was almost exhausted and was about to become transparent, he still pressed down.

Finally, the little monk Lingzhen's little palm pressed on An Yifu's fist that was still holding high, and a bang sounded on the ring in an instant.

It was not the sound of the two fists and palms intersecting, but An Yifu couldn't hold on. He knelt on one knee and hit the ground. A small gravel pit was actually smashed into a big rock on the ground.

A slight sound of bone cracking mixed with the sound of gravel was caught by many masters in the field. Everyone secretly praised in their hearts that An Yi-yi was rich and still glorious even though he was defeated. This is an unyielding warrior.

After An Yifu fell down, the young monk did not hold on. He staggered and fell from a high place. He rolled a few times, and then got up after a long breath on the ground.

He slowly walked to An Yifu and said, "You are very powerful, I almost couldn't support you. Although I had no internal strength, I still won.

The facts prove that Shaolin Temple’s martial arts are indeed not good. You might as well follow me and take my master as your teacher. My master is amazing.”

The originally quiet atmosphere in the audience was instantly broken by the little monk, and everyone began to laugh loudly. Does this little monk understand the rules of martial arts? Are you just trying to pull people like this on the ring? Are you not ashamed to betray the master's sect? Do you understand?

But An Yifu clenched his teeth, felt a pain in his heart, and he couldn't speak.

At this time, Bai Fan said, "Lingzhen, don't mess around."

The little monk turned around and shouted, "No, Master, the disciple is not making any noise. I saw it. He really wants to worship you as his teacher."

"Nonsense, why did you see it? Come back soon after the fight, stop playing." Bai Fan scolded.

At this time, monk Tanzong seemed to have an ominous premonition. The little monk said with certain words, not like a joke, so persistent, and even said that he had seen it, could it be...

Monk Tanzong, who knew the hidden truth, shook his head and couldn't believe it, because when he met An Yifu three years ago, he was indeed going to Zhongnan Academy to become a disciple of Bai Fan, but he was fooled and forced to enter Shaolin. Over the past three years, the master and apprentice have been argued back and forth between them.

This is also the reason why monk Tanzong discusses with his disciples when he has something to do. Because if the discussion is not done well and the disciples are in a hurry to rebel, it will be a huge loss. Therefore, he did not allow his disciples to go down the mountain for three years, and just wanted to influence him with his painstaking efforts.

Only monk Tanzong knew in his heart that this disciple's admiration for Bai Fan was an obsession. Even after entering Shaolin, he still had to worry about being able to apprentice to Bai Fan.

The abbot didn't know such a secret, how could this little monk know?

A flash of inspiration, and the monk Tanzong seemed to have guessed something, but he really couldn't believe it. It was a legendary magical skill.

As if to verify Tan Zong’s guess, the little monk did not step down, and then he argued for himself: “It’s true, Master, this brother has always wanted to take you as his teacher in his heart. Shaolin Temple forced him to accept him and lied to help him marry an older sister.”

Today's Chapter 2, thank you for your support, and there are additional updates tonight.
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