Xu Qingluo tried her best to release her force. Part of her palm force was released to the earth, and part of it was absorbed by the Dharma Body, which in turn strengthened the Dharma Body.

This cheered her up, she didn't expect such a good thing to happen.

Monk Ci En looked at her in surprise.

She has become a great master at a young age, so I am afraid that she will be arrogant and arrogant, so I still have to give her a little setback to avoid being unfair to others.

This is also my own good intention to teach a disciple on behalf of Master Fakong.

Unexpectedly, she was able to receive the palm safely.

This is not an ordinary palm power, but the Ming Dynasty Demon Subduing Technique. Although the power is not at its peak and there is no murderous intention, it is not something that ordinary great masters can withstand.

"Master, how are you?" Xu Qingluo smiled sweetly: "Is my body-refining technique okay?"

Monk Ci'en was silent for a moment, nodded slowly, and said slowly: "The combination of hardness and softness is endless, and the vitality is endless."

Xu Qingluo said: "Is it inferior to the magical power of your temple?"

Monk Ci En was silent.

Xu Qingluo chuckled and said, "Isn't it as good as your temple's body-training magic?"

My body refining technique is a combination of the master's strengths from other schools. It is based on the Great Light Body, supplemented by the Taiyin Small Form Refining Technique, plus the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique, as well as some other magical techniques, taking the essence and blending it.

Integrate into one.

If such body-refining magic skills are no match for Fumo Temple's body-refining magic skills, then we can only praise Fumo Temple for being so powerful.

Under the gaze of the four people, Monk Cien said slowly: "Slightly better."

Although he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to lie about it either. It was easy to tell who was stronger and who was weaker.

If he hadn't been a master of the Ming Dynasty Demon Subduing Skill, he would never have been able to block this punch.

Although her fists looked exquisite and beautiful, as if they were made by miraculous craftsmanship, without a single flaw.

But the power of the fist is indeed amazing. There are nine strands of energy in one punch, each strand is different in strength and softness and can change at any time.

If it weren't for him, no one in the temple would be able to withstand this punch.

How old is she, and how old are you?

Her cultivation is not very advanced either.

To have such power is not based on cultivation, but on magical skills.

Xu Qingluo had already seen the practice situation in the temple and secretly spat. Of course, this was the flow of thoughts at the lowest level.

What she saw in her mind was a martial arts training ground in the center of the temple. There were six young monks wearing only shorts, naked, and being beaten in a strange posture.

A skinny old monk with a gray beard jumped between them, patting various parts of their bodies with his hands.

Where the palm fell, a palm print quickly appeared. Every time a palm print appeared, they screamed.

Amidst the continuous screams, their bodies were quickly covered with palm prints. Thirty-six palm prints appeared on each person's body. Their faces were as red as drunk, white steam was steaming from the top of their heads, and they were dripping with sweat.
Chapter completed!