After Chen Hengzhi woke up from enlightenment, he looked around in a daze. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. He was surrounded by mountains and green mountains and clear waters.

He compared the location and walked a long way to the east. He saw the crowd and asked passers-by that he realized that he had unknowingly ran to the Heshuo area.

Chen Hengzhi first ran to Luoyang and came to the head of the Beggars' Sect. When he learned that Qiao Feng had returned to his hometown to visit his parents, he ran to Dengfeng and found Qiao Feng's hometown at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. Azhu told him that Qiao Feng had visited Shaolin Temple half a day ago.

He went all the way to Shaoshi Mountain, and on the way he could perceive Qiao Feng's breath and rushed all the way to Shaolin back mountain.

When Qiao Feng saw Chen Hengzhi coming, he smiled on his face, and he moved his heart and asked in a low voice: "Old Chen, you are here, is this... successful?"

Chen Hengzhi nodded and replied: "Yes, after going through a lot of hardships, he finally broke through to the realm of a master."

Qiao Feng was overjoyed: "Congratulations!"

Chen Hengzhi smiled modestly and said, "It's just a lucky person. By the way, Lao Qiao, are you looking for your father in Shaolin?"

"Yes, as a Son of Man, how can you not recognize your father?"

Qiao Feng said: "And, the mastermind behind the destruction of my family should pay the price he deserves."

Chen Hengzhi nodded, walked towards the Sutra Pavilion, and Xuan Ji and others chased after him, shouting loudly: "Who are you, why are you trespassing into this temple?"

Qiao Feng followed Chen Hengzhi to the attic and watched him walk to the old servant who was cleaning the side. He could only hear him say, "Old sir, should I call you Xiaoyaozi, or Murong Longcheng?"

On the corridor of the attic, a thin monk in a green robe was bent down to sweep the floor with a broom. The monk was quite old, his sparse long beards were all white, he was slow to move, weak, as if he could drive away at any time.

After a long time, the old monk slowly raised his head and said, "Is the donor talking to the old monk?"

I saw him looking at Chen Hengzhi with a confused look.

Then, the old monk's expression gradually became serious, and his whole aura changed dramatically. His eyes became sharp and his waist was straightened.

He looked at Chen Hengzhi with a serious expression and said, "Okay, okay, I didn't expect that after many years, a new master has been released in the world. It's so good!"

He put down the broom in his hand, and his whole body was like a magic sword unsheathed, with momentum rising into the sky, and sword weapons ranging from several miles to make a clang.

Chen Hengzhi's eyes lit up and he bowed: "The backward Chen Hengzhi of the world has come to the world. He has met his seniors and created his own Star Martial Arts. Please give me advice!"

His expression was a little eager to try, and his aura gradually increased to the extreme, just like the Supreme Star of the Great Sun descending on earth, with a steaming heat within a few feet of a radius around him and the temperature increased sharply.

The old monk returned the greeting and said, "Murong Longcheng, I created my own sword technique in Longcheng. Please fellow Taoist!"

The two of them faced each other in a tit-for-tat way, and the atmosphere in the field instantly solidified.

Forced by momentum, Qiao Feng felt difficulty breathing, his face changed drastically, and he had to retreat several feet away to relieve it.

As for the monks in Shaolin Temple, they were even more unbearable. They all retreated dozens of feet away. Those with slightly weaker skills had already fallen into a coma.

In a field that others cannot see, Chen Hengzhi and the Sweeping Monk are constantly fighting. This battle is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will end up with mental disorder and nerve collapse. Those with severe cases will become idiots.

Chen Hengzhi only felt that the scene in front of him was changing, and the overwhelming sword energy came towards him, making him tired of dealing with it, dodging, dodging, and avoiding it. He kept dodging the sword energy or facing each other directly.

I don’t know how long it took, but his eyes lit up. There was finally no sword energy in front of him, and his whole senses returned to reality.

The outsiders only saw that both of them were staring at each other, not moving at all, and did not speak. As time passed, Chen Hengzhi's cheeks were sweating like a pillar. He took a step back and said in a long sigh: "Thank you for your mercy. The senior's way is indeed profound and profound. I believe that I am unable to defeat you.

However, I believe that my skills in punching and kicking are not inferior to others, so please let me take a move.”

The sweeping monk smiled and glanced around, saying, "Okay, the old monk hasn't acted for decades, and I don't know if there is any hand-made. Fellow Taoist please make a move."

[Subduing demons and demons!]

When Chen Hengzhi heard this, he raised his true energy in his body, and pushed forward with his right hand straight into a palm. A large golden energy palm print broke out from his body and shot it towards the sweeping monk, making a "boom" sound.

The monk sweeping the floor clasped his hands together and said lightly: "Amitabha! The Buddhist sect is important, fellow Taoists should not collapse the Sutra Pavilion."

His palms were just like this, and a yellow light curtain rose, like a golden bell, covering himself inside. This is the highest mystery of the "Golden Bell Cover" [Golden Bell Body Protection].

In an instant, the palm print collided with the golden bell, and with a "boom", it was as turbulent as the earth shaking the mountain. The palm print and the golden bell disappeared at the same time, like an explosion, and the soil within a few feet of the surrounding area flew.

The sweeping monk's sleeves swung, and the aftermath of the energy after rushing towards the Sutra Pavilion behind him was eliminated to prevent the attic from being destroyed.

The aftermath of energy spread out like ripples in the water. Qiao Feng, who was watching the battle, retreated again and again, and did not stop until he retreated inside or outside.

He was in a high spirit of fighting, and then he smiled bitterly: "What a strong strength, you deserve to be a master. Qiao can't even resist the aftermath of the battle, haha!"

The two people hiding in the dark were shocked and shocked. They were both surprised that the sweeping monk who was always inconspicuous and could also know martial arts, and were much higher than them. They were also surprised that human martial arts could actually achieve the power of a step. This is not a martial art, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a magical power.

"Okay, come again!"

Chen Hengzhi took a few steps back, his eyes lit up, and he stomped his right foot on the ground, and rushed forward. A palm print was swung out, and another palm print appeared in an instant. His arms were waving, and his palm prints rushed towards the sweeping monk one after another.

The sweeping monk was not panicked at all. He easily attacked, either fists, palms, or fingers, to eliminate the attacks one by one.

Among the dozens of people present, except for Chen Hengzhi and the Sweeping Monk, Qiao Feng was the highest in realm. He was fascinated by this battle and benefited a lot.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them had already passed hundreds of tricks. Judging from their expressions, the sweeping monk Feng Qingyun was calm, and Chen Hengzhi's face was solemn. It can be said that the difference between the two was right.

Chen Hengzhi stopped, looked at the sweeping monk and said, "Senior has a profound realm and is worthy of being the most famous master in the world in the past. You have the last move here, so be careful."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes slightly, and his mental power passed through the shadow of the sun in the Niwan Palace, as if he had come to space, and his mental method was moving to the extreme.

Outside, countless sun rays seemed to be attracted, gathered in Chen Hengzhi's hands, and slowly formed a small sun.

Light!

Infinite light!

Infinite bright light!

Chen Hengzhi threw his arm lightly, and the light ball flew towards the sweeping monk as if it was slow and fast.
Chapter completed!