Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

Upon hearing Xin Jing's voice, A Fei and Xing Nu stopped in their tracks.

Afei noticed that Xingnu was practically frozen in place.

Although she was a member of the "Flower Palace", she had never experienced being so deeply infiltrated into the enemy's lair and surrounded like this before.

It's not only exciting, but also thrilling.

Ah Fei turned around, a smile spreading across his face, and said:

"I wonder if there's anything else Third Uncle would like to entrust to you?"

After pondering for a while, Xin Jing said:

"Fang Yuan, what have you realized today?"

Xingnu, who is disguised as the tall and thin monk Fangyuan, has not yet mastered the ability to change his voice, so he will definitely give himself away once he speaks.

Ah Fei quickly chimed in:

"Fang Yuan has caught a cold recently and is unable to speak or reply, so please forgive him, Third Uncle."

Xin Jing didn't turn around; he simply nodded slightly and said:

"So that's how it is."

Then he stopped talking.

Afei and Xingnu, who breathed a sigh of relief, backed out of the 'Scripture Pavilion' together.

The moment Ah Fei's foot left the ground of the "Scripture Pavilion," a furious roar was suddenly heard:

"You scoundrel!"

Afei's eyebrows suddenly furrowed together, and he abruptly looked up.

A powerful and fierce punch was already hurtling towards him.

Xin Jing had turned around at some point, his eyes wide and glaring, like the angry gaze of a Vajra.

As Afei looked up, Xin Jing had already crossed several meters and swung his iron fist over.

He was using the "Hundred Steps Divine Fist," one of the "Five Great Divine Skills of Shaolin," also known as the "Shaolin Divine Fist."

This punch is full of energy and has great power, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks. Taking a person's life is as easy as taking something out of a bag.

It was impossible for anyone to tell that the person using this martial art was an old monk.

With Afei's speed, he could have easily dodged the punch, but unfortunately, he had a Star Slave with him.

At this point, Star Slave had no time to dodge.

If Xin Jing's furious fist had landed squarely on her, she would have had little chance of survival.

After all, the old monk was already furious about the theft of the scriptures.

In a flash, Afei suddenly kicked out, sending Xingnu flying far out of the range of his fist.

He took the full force of the punch, and was sent flying backward like a kite.

It flew straight across the entire courtyard, crashed into a wall, and was buried in the rubble.

This is the top-level "Hundred Steps Divine Fist," which has reached the eighth level. Once unleashed, no one will survive within a hundred steps.

Moreover, Ah Fei took the punch head-on.

The Venerable Master Xinjing, standing at the entrance of the "Scripture Pavilion," resembled a living Arhat.

Just one person standing there seemed to be able to stop a thousand troops.

Xin Jing withdrew his bulging iron fist, his brows furrowing.

He felt that when he hit Ah Fei, the sensation was wrong; it didn't feel like hitting flesh.

He looked around, and the sight that greeted him made him so angry that his hair stood on end.

Previously, there were always disciples and monks patrolling the courtyard, but now they have all fallen to the ground, none of them spared.

In Xin Jing's view, either the disciples were secretly harmed by these two thieves, or they had an accomplice.

These bandits are indeed quite capable, managing to take down all the disciples without a sound.

A gasp rang out, and Xin Jing stared wide-eyed.

She was a star slave whose life was saved by Ah Fei.

She no longer cared about pretense. Seeing Ah Fei being punched away while trying to save her, his fate unknown, Xing Nu was heartbroken.

She would rather she had been the one to take that punch.

Xingnu cried out in alarm:

"hooligan!"

Shouting, she leaped up to check on A-Fei's condition.

Xin Jing's eyes widened in surprise.

Although he guessed that the person was in disguise, he never realized that the person impersonating Fang Yuan was a woman.

This disguise technique is simply exquisite.

But since such a lifelike disguise technique was being used for theft, he couldn't let this gang of bandits get away with it.

He clenched his fists tightly, took a step forward, and delivered another divine punch to Xingnu.

It was clear that Xingnu was about to be injured by a punch.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out:

"You've got some nerve!"

Xin Jing's vision blurred, and suddenly there was someone in front of him, blocking his way.

The newcomer was none other than Lianxing, disguised as a burly monk, who took Xin Jing's iron fist.

Xin Jing felt that the moment her fist made contact with the palm of the person in front of her, she was pulled by a strange force.

This force changed the direction of his punch, causing it to slam straight into the floor.

With a loud "boom," the floor was smashed to pieces by the punch, and that was only after Xin Jing had withdrawn his strength.

In order to prevent Xin Jing from discovering her identity, Lian Xing did not fully unleash the "Transplanting Flowers and Jade" technique.

If he were to unleash his full power, Monk Xin Jing's punch would surely be aimed at himself.

Moreover, although Lianxing had mastered the "Transplanting Flowers and Jade" technique to the eighth level, her "Mingyu Skill" was still at the seventh level.

Because of insufficient internal energy, it was already quite difficult to deflect the punch.

She couldn't guarantee that the punch she threw back would seriously injure the monk himself.

Xin Jing looked amazed, but his hands continued their work.

He used the momentum to turn his back and then swung his other fist at Lianxing.

This whip-like punch carried the force of thunder, like a whip wielded by a god or demon, and the resulting gust of wind caused Lianxing's monk's robe to billow.

Just as Lianxing was about to duck to avoid it, Xinjing's leg swept over.

This set of boxing techniques is not only powerful and heavy, but also watertight, leaving almost no way for the opponent to dodge.

Lianxing leaned her upper body back, jumped up, and soared into the air.

It's hard for anyone to imagine that a burly man could be so agile.

Even with her changed form, Lianxing was still able to unleash her martial arts skills to the fullest.

She kicked out with both feet, striking Xin Jing's chest and abdomen, using the recoil to break free.

The two quickly created distance between them.

The monk Xinjing's face was gloomy, clearly indicating that he was extremely annoyed.

Although he was annoyed, he did not act rashly again.

He simply couldn't discern the person's identity from Lianxing's martial arts skills.

The way this person countered his punch with a palm strike resembled the "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds" technique from the Wudang school.

The lightness technique used to escape even bears a resemblance to that of the Emei Sect.

Such skill indicates that he is no nobody.

Xin Jing shouted:

"Where did this lowly scoundrel come from, daring to covet my Shaolin Kung Fu?"

Lianxing snorted coldly and said in a deep male voice:

"Covetous? With your shallow so-called 'divine skills'? You're not even worthy of my attention!"

Although she had little chance of winning against the Shaolin monks head-on, as the second mistress of the Yihua Palace, she naturally had her pride.

Just as the two were facing off, a group of people suddenly rushed over from the direction of the "Great Buddha Hall".

They rushed forward, shouting:

"Junior brother, I'm here to help you!"

It turned out to be Xinhu and his fellow disciples!

They were drawn here by the sounds of fighting.