With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 521 Wearing a green hat, soaring into the sky!
He still remembers.

That day at the martial arts academy, Master Huiyuan used martial arts techniques to launch a fierce attack on Brother Meng.

Brother Meng was struck by an earth-elemental fist technique, the Vajra Subduing Demon Palm.

And that's how you learned it?

The little monk couldn't understand it and muttered to himself:
"Give me a turn too, this humble monk also wants to learn and gain enlightenment."

In reality, he was making fun of himself and didn't really want to get punched by Meng Chuan.

Even from a great distance, one could feel the chilling azure light.

One by one, you get pieces here and there.
Moreover, the gap between myself and Brother Meng is now too great; I am no longer the same person I was when I was a supernova.

Coming to his senses, Jueming continued to study diligently; his greatest strength was his composure.

Take it slow and steady, and you'll improve gradually.

I won't compare myself to a freak like Brother Meng.
Watching the figure's skillful use of force, the young monk exclaimed in admiration:

"I never imagined that Brother Meng, besides his superb physical skills, would also possess such impeccable boxing techniques."

Punch me!
Meng Chuan's aura was high, and his whole being became increasingly mysterious.

The verdant green color swirls around like stars, visible to the naked eye.

The magnetic field of this green forest, guided by one's thoughts, caused them all to "reveal their true forms."

There were faint crackling lights wrapped around his fingertips, making the green light appear even more chilling.

Blue-purple lightning, the demon-subduing true energy is a "universal match".

It complements any attribute of "potential".

Furthermore, with the mutual generation of the five elements in the "Five Elements Returning to the Origin" method, the two will not conflict at all.

The changes are ongoing.

Meng Chuan clenched his fists loosely, as if grasping the vitality of the entire mountain forest into his palm!

The free-floating essence of plants and trees is drawn together by the magnetic field.

Transforming into shimmering green light spots, they converged towards the fist's edge like rivers flowing into the sea.

The dead leaves suddenly became suspended in the air and were pulverized in the spiraling airflow.

Within a ten-zhang radius, pine needles detached from the branches and rolled back with his punch, creating a torrent of emerald green in mid-air, flowing and teeming with life.

A sudden mountain wind swept through, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees with the earthy smell, even tinging the morning light with a hazy blue hue.

Standing at the eye of the storm, Meng Chuan felt a surge of pride.

"I borrow the power of heaven and earth!"

Look down at the ground, then gaze at the vast sky.

Where is this punch aimed?

The only thing to do is vent to the heavens and let God bear it.

Otherwise, wherever the fighting goes, it will be a catastrophe.

Meng Chuan will never again damage public property.
"Come!"

Meng Chuan stopped restraining himself and let out a low shout.

His arm swings are like Hou Yi shooting down the sun, stretching out with great force.

The fist, which had been pulled back, suddenly slammed out!

The force is built up layer by layer, and then bursts forth with extremely skillful technique.

From shoulder to elbow, from arm to fist.

All of his vital energy flowed together, transforming into a colossal net that swallowed the heavens and earth, encompassing everything between them.

Once everything is ready!
Go get them!
boom--!
With a single punch, a surge of inspiration erupted from the azure tide.

The power of the vegetation was transformed into this single strike, and a powerful gust of wind swept in, resembling a green dragon ascending to the sky.

The intent of the fist is clear and distinct to the naked eye.

Absolutely stunning, truly a scene of martial arts artistry!
etc.
What Meng Chuan saw above his head left him utterly dumbfounded.

Breaking down space is not yet possible.

But he saw that the air above Meng Chuan's head, which was visibly "still" for a moment, then burst forth like a dam breaking.

As if violently squeezed by this emerald dragon, like colorless water ripples, following the dragon's trajectory, vast and boundless waves spread out.

Cui Long charged relentlessly, Meng Chuan's gaze fixed intently on him, his resolve hardened.

"Charge upwards, soar into the sea of ​​clouds!"

It is roughly several hundred meters high.

He wanted to see if his own willpower could rival that of the heavens!
Standing at the foot of the mountain, it's naturally impossible to do that.
After all, intention is based on spiritual strength, and it still needs to be strengthened.

But at this moment, I stand atop the mountain.

It is also by taking advantage of the mountain's height that one can realize one's grand ambitions.

The sunlight shone on the emerald dragon, creating shimmering waves.

Adding a colorful halo around it makes it even more mystical.

In the distance, Master Bai Bao had already noticed the commotion.

Sensing this scene, I strolled out of the house and carefully observed and appreciated it with my eyes.

All the changes are on full display.

He nodded repeatedly; this child possessed profound wisdom.
Seeing that Jueming was also learning and comprehending, Bai Bao, his own disciple, walked to his side and then explained the solution to his confusion.

The essence of martial arts is the magnetic field of the body being influenced by the mind.

It solidifies into substance, transforming the world.

When intention and magnetic field combine and are successfully expressed through fist and foot techniques, that is the intent of the fist.

How should we understand this?

The verdant glow emanating from Meng Chuan's body is the essence of martial arts.

The essence of martial arts is not necessarily about turning rivers into fiery domains or mountains into yellow earth.

That kind of power to change the landscape of a place is something even martial arts masters cannot achieve.

At this moment, Meng Chuan was able to follow the contours of the mountain and borrow the imagery.

This behavior, already within the bounds of the law, constitutes an inhuman act.
Then, the emerald dragon that was unleashed was the fist intent that burst forth from the scene.

The power of fist intent is naturally influenced by multiple sources of force.

Meng Chuan's ability to perform the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" form proves the considerable power of his boxing technique.

Jue Ming listened to a great deal of martial arts theory, but only vaguely understood it.

It's still a limitation; just hearing many of the terms feels incredibly unfamiliar.
All he knew was that Brother Meng was awesome.
Previously in the Supernova Tournament, he wasn't much stronger than me, and the two were still at a level where they could compete.

Now, I can hardly even understand what he has learned and thought.

"Brother Meng is truly a Buddha."

He meant to say the word "pervert".

But since monks refrain from lying and speaking ill of others, they managed to stop it.
Among the tens of millions of martial artists in their early twenties in the Great Chu, the one who stood out from the crowd was, at this moment, the one who truly reigned supreme.

Only Brother Meng!

I've seen the 20-meter-tall Meng Chuan, and I've seen this dragon before me.

He firmly believed it.

Meng Chuan didn't notice the two; he was still focused on upholding his intentions and helping Cui Long climb higher.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, a testament to the considerable strain on his mental and physical strength.

The sunlight sank and fell on the tip of the emerald dragon's tail.

Like a lingering ember swaying in the wind, casting shimmering golden light that dazzled the heavens and earth, causing Jueming to involuntarily raise his hand to shield his forehead.

"Did it really crack the clouds?"

Jueming murmured, witnessing history.

The clouds and mist were like a curtain, and the emerald dragon, like a green sword, pierced straight into them.

The clouds seemed to wriggle twice, as if opening their mouths to swallow the invading enemy.

".Gone?"

Absolutely unsettling.

"Don't rush, what's the hurry?"

Where did this kid get his power from? He directly blocked out the clouds and the sun.

Bai Bao rubbed the bald head next to him; it felt nice.
His senses were constantly following Cuilong.

Naturally, it knew that it was confronting and fighting against the clouds and mist.

At this moment, a touch of green floated in the clouds, twinkling, and because of the dazzling sunlight, one had to squint to notice it.

"Come out, come out!"

Jueming held his breath and waited, and finally witnessed a strange phenomenon in the sea of ​​clouds.

The white of the sky seemed to undergo a chemical reaction, boiling and spreading outwards as if avoiding something.

The sun looked down upon everything from above, casting down golden rays like ears of grain, shining down without obstruction and piercing through the sea of ​​clouds.

As the light and shadow shifted, the cloud cover was lifted, revealing a jade-like crack that was extremely dazzling!
In this situation, the young monk's expression was one of shock and a hint of doubt.
Bai Bao's expression also froze, turning into one of astonishment.

Before anyone could react, he waved his hand and quickly removed the bit of greenery from the cloud top.

"That brat is a real troublemaker."

The Shaolin monks are already up and practicing their skills at this hour.

The changes in the sky at this moment were also fully visible.

The monks were also filled with doubt and uncertainty.
This jade-like color is like adding a touch of green to the sky.
"what happened?"

"what?"

The senior brother frowned. The training ground had been destroyed, and finding a new place to practice martial arts was already a hassle.

Hearing his junior brother shouting again, his tone involuntarily rose several octaves.

"Senior brother, look up!"

"Hmm? The reclining Buddha is merciful!"

A long, emerald-green streak was visible, neatly draped above the clouds.
"Amitabha Buddha, who put a green hat on Buddha or God?"

“Well, this is something that cannot be done.”

The eminent monks discussed it amongst themselves, marveling at it.

He quickly whispered his repentance, his expression turning solemn.

It's not that they can't do it.

It's not that they dare not do it.
The entire Shaoshi Mountain is enveloped in the image of Buddha Vairocana and the "Ritual of the Six Desire Realms".

The phantom image of Buddha's incense is just like the "protective formation" of various sects in the old days.

When nothing is happening, though its form is not visible, it still exists eternally in the void.

A sliver of green on the horizon, doing this kind of thing.
Who did it!
No need for more chanting of Amitabha Buddha.

It must have been the "little devil" from the Northern Union University who destroyed the Martial Monks Academy after the enlightenment of Patriarch Kasyapa.
Meng Chuan!

A wise monk also noticed this, and simply chanted a Buddhist prayer in a low voice:
"Amitabha Buddha—this child is a taboo subject in our Buddhist community, and we know very little about him. We hope that Brother Bai Bao will provide him with more guidance."

His deeds have already reached the ears of the Buddhist Heavenly King.

This also deepened my impression.
Is the impression good or bad?
It's just a matter of personal taste.
Bowl Peak.

While the Buddha was meditating in the main hall of the abbot's quarters, he also sensed unusual celestial phenomena.

He floated out to investigate, and upon seeing this scene, he desperately resisted the urge to go to the next platform.

"Amitabha! With the Venerable Monk Bai Bao here, he will deal with this brat for this old monk."

I've repeatedly warned you not to cause trouble!
Again!

Meanwhile, on the northern slope of the Five Breast Peak, which is several hills away from the Bowl Peak.

The most famous feature of this place is the confessional hall on the mountaintop.

This is the place where disciples who break the precepts are punished.

The room was dimly lit, with only a flickering oil lamp casting its light on the mottled walls.

Huiyuan knelt on the hard cement floor and chanted scriptures in a low voice.

His voice trembled at times and choked with sobs at others.

The lamplight flickered quietly on his face, revealing a hint of regret.

The Buddha regretted his actions, which aroused Mara's anger.

But as for the matter of taking action, Buddha regrets it, but I do not!

At this moment, if he were to see again the single green dot on the Tathagata's Six Desires Formation in the sky...
We'll probably have to rush onto the platform to find the culprit.
The Garden of the Moon Platform.

Only Jueming and Master Baibao, who were on the mountaintop, witnessed the entire process of Meng Chuan "causing trouble".

Jue Ming had some doubts. He was indeed impressive, but...
It seems Brother Meng has gotten himself into trouble.
Bai Bao rubbed the prayer beads in his hands, thinking to himself:
"Looks like I'll have to start teaching this kid Buddhist principles from today."

He knew Meng Chuan had no intention of blaming him, so he had no intention of blaming him.

Just a reminder of a couple of taboos is enough.

The end of the stone-paved road.

call--

Meng Chuan sighed deeply, staring blankly at his palm, somewhat incredulous.

This punch was quite taxing on my energy and spirit.

But its immense power surprised him.

"This is the true power of a Three-Limit Martial Arts Master."

(End of this chapter)