A solemn voice sounded in peace with silk threads. With this sound, a middle-aged and elderly monk wearing a cassock walked out. It was Kong Wen.

Because of the many inheritances in Northern Shaolin, even if the generation is of the same generation, the font sizes are often different.

Among the characters of Kongzi, the monk Kongjian of the past should be the leader. Unfortunately, Kongjian died at the hands of Xie Xun, and then the characters of Kongzi were the leader.

Among the large group of Northern Shaolin, he can also be regarded as a real power figure.

He was about to end the first thing he wanted. Obviously, Bei Shaolin had already been ready.

Gu Xuan looked and stretched out his hand: "Master Kongwen, please."

Kong Wen walked to Gu Xuan, folded his hands together and bowed slightly, "The reputation of the God Marquis is intimidating the world. I know that I am not a match for the God Marquis. I have a shameless attitude to ask for advice, and I hope the God Marquis will forgive you."

"The master is humble. I have seen and heard the names of the four great saints of wisdom. I have long been well-known. It is my blessing to be able to compete with the master today." Gu Xuan chuckled.

Kong Wen had a little more soothing between his eyebrows. Even monks who have practiced Zen for many years still have seven emotions and six desires and like to listen to good words.

Even if the famous Iron Gallant God Marquis can't help but feel a little happy even though he knows it's a polite word.

"Amitabha Buddha, the God Marquis praised him."

He lowered his head and said, with a serious expression, "I know I am not the opponent of the Shenhou, so I took action first."

"Master, please." Gu Xuan said politely.

The atmosphere became quiet and quickly became heavy again. Kong Wen was not polite, his hands were in claw shapes, and his expression was full of solemnity.

"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, Shenhou, be careful."

With a light shout, Kong Wen took the initiative to attack, stepping continuously, and his speed was extremely fast, and he grabbed Gu Xuan with one claw.

The light golden light wrapped around its claws, as if cast in fine iron, was indestructible. The airflow in the space within a few feet of radius was suddenly shattered by this grab, causing a sudden storm.

Gu Xuan stood with an unchanging smile on his face and watched quietly. The cloak behind him was blown by the strong wind, but his figure was like a mountain.

Until the golden light was about to catch him, he retreated sideways, and Feng Qingyundan avoided this claw.

Kong Wen's face changed, but this avoidance made him feel like he had a claw with all his strength and grabbed the air, neither going up nor going, nor going up or going up or retreating.

Many of the monks watching frowned. They could see clearly outside the room that this Iron Charge God Marquis avoided it too easily.

It makes them feel relaxed to feel that adults deal with children.

But how could Kong Wen be a child?

Although he didn't know what the monks were thinking, he had already experienced it with his own strength and understood the difference between the two, and frowned.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of gap in my heart, which made him more clear about his task. When he bit his teeth, his skills that had already been fully utilized were as if a big river was boiling and pouring down.

The thirty-six-style dragon claw hands were like ****, and they all greeted Gu Xuan.

Within seven or eight feet of radius, it seemed like a tornado formed, and the tornado carried countless sharp blades, strangling everything in it crazily.

But no one at the scene was amazed by this amazing scene. Because as the tornado became more and more terrifying, their eyes widened and incredible when they looked at the figure in it.

The black and red king robe is clearly visible, and the cloak covers the shoulders and is domineering in its nobleness.

He was like a breeze that did not exist at all, wandering freely in the tornado that seemed to tear everything up, turning it into impossible.

Which monks, especially the elders and the heads, isn’t that knowledgeable?

But this is definitely the first time they have seen someone breaking the dragon claw hand using this method!

Incredible.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of breaths passed, and the seemingly terrifying tornado gradually subsided and turned into a figure of Kong Wen again.

He closed his hands, breathed a little heavy, and his face became rosy and pale.

His face was filled with shock, loss, and confusion.

He practiced hard for many years and was proud of the dragon claw hand, but he couldn't even touch a strand of his clothes. What kind of blow would he have to hit him even more than this?

Among the monks, many of them sighed and looked at Kong Wen with sympathy. They understood his feelings.

"The dragon claw hands are indeed invincible. The master's claw skills have reached the pinnacle. I cannot find any flaws to solve them, so I can only deal with them with my body skills. The master laughed." At this time, Gu Xuan spoke sincerely, his tone full of sincerity.

Kong Wen's violent trembling emotions woke up, and he was all in a strange mind.

Seeing that Gu Xuan's aura had no change at all, there was no difference from before the competition, no one knew that he had no pressure on Kong Wen.

But if the other party gives face and says so pleasantly, there is nothing to say.

A kind smile appeared on the monks' faces. Kong Wen was a little shy, but he had already burst out with all his strength, causing the qi and blood to stimulate, and his face was sometimes red and sometimes white, and he couldn't tell.

With only a little gratitude, another tribute: "The Lord Shen was too rewarded, but I was not as good as others' skills. Xie Shenhou showed mercy."

"Where is it?" Gu Xuan said with a serious expression.

Kong Wen stopped talking and turned around and walked to the monks.

"Who else wants to step down and compete?" Gu Xuan turned his eyes to the monks.

The monks' eyes met, and the ability to transmit voices from afar was undoubtedly revealed.

‘The Iron Dan Divine Marquis is indeed amazingly strong, there is no need to test it any more.’

‘Yes, he does have the ability to be the first in the Grand Master. If he tests again, he will just be humiliating himself.’

‘Well, the Lord of God saves us face, we cannot take the initiative to ruin it.’

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The secret discussion began quickly and disappeared quickly.

As the clarification slowly walked out, a gentle and compassionate atmosphere spread rapidly, which relieved the solemnity that arose on this venue due to the war.

When I came to Gu Xuan, I chanted the Buddha's name as usual, and said without any fighting spirit: "Mr. Shenhou, let me discuss with you."

"I have been longing for the master's martial arts for a long time. Today I can finally get what I want. Please." Gu Xuan's tone seemed a little solemn.

"I offended you." Liu Jie said solemnly.

The hands separated, and suddenly the palm shadows in the sky were like thousands of hands. In a blink of an eye, they were all integrated and pushed towards Gu Xuan.

"Great Compassion Palm, Shenhou, be careful."

Several feet in size, like a solid palm print, as if it was slow and fast. As soon as it appeared, the air in a radius of more than ten feet condensed, like a mud pool.

Gu Xuan raised his eyebrows, it was indeed not bad.

He is worthy of being a master in the play who can make Cao Zhengchun give in. His cultivation level is almost 900 in the third-level high.

The Great Compassion Palm has truly reached the peak of the ultimate realm, and has greatly exerted this power.

However, it's not enough.

Blood and true qi are circulating together, and the powers of the two different systems are integrated without any barriers. The Jade Palm is used and the same palm is shot, and the same size of palm prints appear in the void.

"boom!"

It was as if two hills collided together without any fancy, and they were shocked by the blue sky, the earth was shaking, and the stylish air waves rushed out, sweeping across the world.

The hard ground was like glass, and the bottomless gullies cracked.

The onlookers had already mentioned the highest spirits and were staring at them, but before their expectations could further develop, they could finish their hands.

After calming down, his hands closed again, he said simply: "The Marquis of God is so skilled in martial arts that I can't reach, so I admit defeat."

Gu Xuan was stunned. Under his deliberate control, both sides were tied with that palm.

He frowned and said in confusion: "Master, what do you mean?"

Everyone onlookers were also stunned, only a few of them sighed or looked bad.

Jie smiled slightly, as if he could not see the different eyes of everyone. He said gently: "One palm is enough. If I can't make any contributions in this great compassion palm, it means that I am not as good as the God Marquis. If I continue to fight, it will be in vain."

Gu Xuan thought something, and his light swept to the monks not far away, and he understood something in a blink of an eye.

There are also disagreements in the northern Shaolin.

There are far more than one person like Zhang Sanfeng.

"Then I am ashamed of Master's kindness." Gu Xuan clasped his fists and said in a pun.

Although he didn't need it, he received this feeling.

Wu Jie shook his head and walked towards the monks, his face calmly, looking at some of them confused, questioning them, and being angry with nothing.

"But who else is willing to compete?" Gu Xuan's face looked slightly solemn, which was much more serious than before.

Some of the monks frowned and looked at Fang Zheng.

There can be one or two or three, but there is no end.

There are also restrictions on the number of times of competitions. Although there are no clear regulations, it is a tacit understanding between the two sides.

Otherwise, we can't let all the experts from Bei Shaolin go up one after another. This is also the reason why Gu Xuan's tone became much heavier, and he was reminding them.

So after two games, the next one is very important and you cannot easily make mistakes.

"Amitabha Buddha, the great martial arts of the Divine Marquis, I admire him." Fang Zheng finally stood up, calm and gentle as ever.

"Abbot, you are polite." Gu Xuan said calmly.

"Shenhou, I and his brothers are not sure that they will be better than Shenhou's move and half-stage, but since they have decided to compete and compete, they will not give up halfway.

Why not decide on the third game, right?" Fang Zheng said slowly.
Chapter completed!