Qiao Feng and Duan Yu appeared on the Fengshan Platform together, which caused a lot of discussion and heated up. These two men, one in the south and one in the north, are the two most famous masters in the martial arts world in addition to Shen Yuanjing and the Sweeping Monk.

The argument about which of the two is higher and which is lower has been endless. Some people say that Qiao Feng is powerful, but he is the one who fights Murong and his son alone and breaks into the Liao camp alone. Those who are optimistic about Duan Yu are because he killed Ding Chunqiu in front and destroyed the Xingsu Sect. Later, he defeated Jiumozhi, and defeated Dalun Temple in a slum.

At this time, a beneficiary shouted loudly: "Bei Qiao Feng, Nan Duan Yu, Qiao Gang Master, and Prince Duan, it is rare to gather together today. Why don't you compete and ask everyone to see which one is the best?"

Qiao Feng stood on the Fengshan Platform and said loudly: "Everyone, today is a grand event that I have never had in the Central Plains martial arts world. Two masters are broad-minded and are willing to show off their knowledge in public and promote the backwards. What kind of virtues does Qiao have? How dare you show off this? Do not discuss this matter again! Please wait for a moment, and the two masters will arrive immediately."

When everyone heard this, they calmed down. When he jumped off the platform, everyone's eyes suddenly blurred, and two more people appeared on the platform.

The monk's robe made of gray coarse cloth on the left was wearing a pair of cloth shoes, which was very simple, with white eyebrows and wrinkles on his face, making him look old, but his eye sockets were deep, revealing a pair of cold pool-like eyes.

Shen Yuanjing's appearance on the east side is naturally much better. She has a fluttering white clothes, a elegant face, and a slightly smiley mouth. She is as gentle as the rising sun, but she is very far away from people.

The sweeping monk was stunned and asked, "I haven't seen you for many years. The donor seems to be one year older. Your temperament is even more extraordinary. You obviously have something to gain. I wonder what level you are in now?"

Shen Yuanjing replied: "It's not even the realm after you have achieved the Vajra Indestructible Body, but it's still close. The only difference is this battle."

"Amitabha!" The monk swept the floor with his hands closed, lowered his head slightly, and then slapped it out with his palm. This was the first time he took the initiative since the three battles between the two.

This hand is ordinary, not surprising, and it is light and light. In Qiao Yan's opinion, the strength is worse than that of his usual self-times when he is raising his palms towards a big tree.

He was about to ask, but he saw his father and uncle looking solemn and dared not show his vigor. It seemed that there were many mysteries hidden in it, so he swallowed his words back into his stomach.

Shen Yuanjing also made the Thousand-Handed Tathagata palm. Everyone saw his left hand pushing forward. The palm changed into two, two changed into four, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed that his palm prints were everywhere in the sky.

Everyone could see the power of this move, and thought he was more clever. Unexpectedly, he collided with the old monk's single palm, and with a puff, the two dissipated in the air like a bubble.

The heroes widened their eyes and couldn't believe it. Shen Yuanjing exclaimed: "Awesome, old monk, you turn thousands of hands into one hand, but you have returned to nature. The monk who created this martial arts is far inferior to you."

The sweeping monk said modestly: "It's just a way to explore the path of the senior monks, which is nothing. However, the donor's Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm actually made 1,024 palm prints, which secretly matched the two qualities, which is admirable."

"Hahahaha." Shen Yuanjing laughed and said, "One yin and one yang are called Tao. The old monk has a brilliant vision. If you take my hand, you will use this Thousand-Handed Tathagata palm this time, but he just slapped it with a single palm. He is equally simple and unpretentious, and there is no magical sign.

This time, Qiao Yan didn't dare to have any other thoughts, so she stared at her father and uncle directly. She saw Qiao Feng and Duan Yu actually looked horrified, and they were a little confused.

In fact, in the eyes of these two people, Shen Yuanjing's move was exactly the same as the sweeping monk. It was not just that it was extremely similar, but the true energy, strength and angle were appropriate, as if a tall, young sweeping monk used this move.

The sweeping monk shrank his eyes and raised his hand and palm to welcome him. The two of them were evenly matched. Shen Yuanjing then changed hands and slapped the same palm, alternating left and right; the other party also followed.

This round of showdown was very boring, like two children standing there playing clapping games. There were many things below that I couldn't understand and were talking about. Instead, those masters were fascinated by watching it. Some even became addicted to it, gestured with their hands, and accidentally met the person next to them, and they had a little dispute.

The two of them had no time to distract themselves on the field. The tricks seemed simple, but in fact they had already used most of their energy. At first, they could control their energy and not leak out. Before they knew it, the pressure from their opponents became greater and it was difficult to take care of them.

The two of them slowly raised their palms and pushed forward. Qiao Feng and others said "Not good" inwardly, and quickly stood aside to block Qiao Yan and Qiao Hong.

A "bang" sound came from the field, and a strong wind spread from the circle with the two as the center, spreading towards the surroundings, and with a bang, hitting the onlookers.

Most of the people standing in front are the masters of the sect. Their martial arts skills are quite impressive compared to others, but those who are a little worse will not stand firmly, and even worse, they will become tilted.

Fortunately, the people from the Beggars' Sect were cleaned up on this high platform, and there was no gravel. Otherwise, they would be shot out with force, and there would be casualties.

The monk sweeping the floor was merciful. When he saw that it affected others, he clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's voice, but refused to do it. Shen Yuanjing was also unwilling to urge him and stood up with his hands.

The people below were already recognising it very well, and they were all full of awe and did not dare to speak loudly. Qiao Feng stood up and said loudly: "The two masters are merciful, worried that the power of the attack will be too great and hurt the innocent. Everyone should step back a little, leave time to let the two of them perform their best."

The heroes looked at each other, fearing that they would be affected, and they were afraid that they would stand far away, unable to see clearly, and hesitate. For a moment, not many people moved.

Shen Yuanjing snorted coldly and said, "Old monk, since they are ungrateful, let's change the place and fight happily."

He moved his feet, turned around and rushed out, crossed the heads of everyone, and took two steps to the cliff, suddenly moved forward, flew out, and amid the screams of everyone, he flew out of the cliff more than ten feet away.

Seeing that it was several feet away from the top of the opposite peak, Shen Yuanjing had already begun to fall, and there was a cliff under his feet! Qiao Hong was so scared that she screamed, but saw his big sleeves wave outward, like a bird spreading his wings, and then moved forward out of thin air, just landing on the opposite side.

Everyone was so shocked by his magical light skills that they could not speak. For a moment, the Fengshan Platform was silent, with only the mountain wind rushing.

Shen Yuanjing turned around and said aloud: "I'm welcome to me by the old monk!"

The sweeping monk smiled bitterly and said, "The donor is skilled in his body, and I am willing to give in. If I want me to go through like this, I will be powerless."

Shen Yuanjing took the sword in his waist and said, "Old monk, don't worry, I will lead you here." He stretched out the long sword in his hand, and the seven-colored gems reflected the bright sunlight, and drew a rainbow bridge between the two peaks.
Chapter completed!