Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

"But before that..."

"How about we have a race to see who gets there first?"

"can."

Chen Mo nodded slightly.

The two exchanged a smile, and in a flash, they darted out of the open window like two large birds.

It paused slightly in mid-air, then its toes touched the eaves of a building on the street.

With a few leaps and bounds, his figure disappeared from the sight of the many onlookers.

The restaurant erupted in chaos as everyone rushed to the windows and doorways to peer inside.

"Oh dear, you're leaving already?!"

A young martial arts practitioner slapped his thigh, his face full of regret, "I really wanted to see the duel between those two masters!"

"That scene was definitely more exciting than the drinking session we just had!"

"you do not say!"

A foreign merchant standing nearby stroked his beard, shook his head, and sighed softly, "A draw between such masters is a rare sight indeed."

"What a pity, what a pity, we won't have the chance to see this!"

"But speaking of which, how come that young monk is so powerful? Just who is he?!"

A burly man spoke up.

He was deeply impressed by Chen Mo's earlier grabbing motion in mid-air.

"I don't recognize him. He's probably a disciple of some reclusive master who's come down from the mountain for training."

"I think so too."

"Tsk tsk, how enviable! That little monk is handsome, skilled in martial arts, can hold his liquor well, and is rich too..."

"Why can't it be me? God is being way too unfair!"

The people in the restaurant were all talking at once, discussing the matter animatedly.

The conversation shifted from the regret of the duel to speculation about Chen Mo's identity and origins, becoming increasingly mysterious!

At this moment, Qiao Feng's competitive spirit was aroused, and the lingering effects of the wine added to his heroic courage.

Upon landing, he activated his inner energy and unleashed his lightness skill to its fullest extent.

Each step left a shallow mark on the ground, propelling the body forward like an arrow released from a bow, with a speed that left people speechless.

He ran for several miles in one breath, and as he estimated the distance he might have increased, he couldn't help but look back.

This sight, however, gave him a slight jolt.

Seeing Chen Mo's graceful figure, as if strolling leisurely in a courtyard, following behind him for about ten feet.

What's even more surprising is that his breathing was even and long, and he had a smile on his face, as if he hadn't used his full strength.

Qiao Feng secretly admired, "What superb lightness skill!"

"This young Master Benyan's strength is indeed unfathomable!"

However, he himself is no less impressive!

Thinking of this, his heroic spirit soared even higher. He let out a long roar that shook the surrounding area, and with a renewed surge of true energy, his speed increased by another three points.

I've already lost the drinking contest, so I can't afford to falter in the leg-strength contest!

The two of them, one in front and one behind, transformed into two faint figures and darted out of the city gate.

Chen Mo naturally did not use the Free and Easy Wandering technique; if he had, he probably could have left Qiao Feng far behind in an instant.

Therefore, he only used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) slightly and followed behind Qiao Feng at a leisurely pace, as it would not be good to undermine Qiao Feng's confidence.

After half an hour.

The two arrived at their destination—the rocky Gobi Desert—and stopped almost simultaneously.

Qiao Feng looked at Chen Mo with admiration, "Little Master, your lightness skill is probably unmatched in the entire martial arts world."

"I, Qiao, am ashamed of my inferiority!"

Chen Mo waved his hand and laughed, "Brother Qiao, you flatter me. I was just using a trick in my technique."

"Brother Qiao's lightness skill is expansive and powerful, like a dragon moving and a tiger striding, with an indomitable and fierce momentum!"

His words were not merely polite.

Qiao Feng's lightness skill was not known for its agility and flexibility, but every step he took was powerful and forceful, which was more in line with his fierce and unparalleled martial arts style.

After exchanging pleasantries and business compliments...

A fierce fighting spirit ignited in Qiao Feng's eyes. "In the contest of footwork, I have lost again."

"Young master, be careful! My Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms are incredibly powerful and unmatched. There are probably very few people in the world who can withstand them!"

(Here Qiao Feng uses the Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms. In the original novel, the Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms were improved by him and Xu Zhu, and then became the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.)

Chen Mo's eyes lit up. "Brother Qiao, it's alright, just go all out!"

As he spoke, the Nirvana True Qi within his body slowly circulated.

The two stood facing each other, three zhang apart.

On this Gobi Desert covered with jagged rocks, the blazing sun and howling winds made the competition solemn and dignified.

Chapter 126 The Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms

"excuse me!"

Qiao Feng said nothing more, let out a loud shout, and moved suddenly.

hold head high!

With a dragon's roar, sand and stones flew everywhere.

From the depths of the void, the sound of a true dragon roaring seemed to emanate, its palm strikes fierce and unparalleled.

It is the opening stance of the Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms – The Dragon Regrets!

Before the palm strike even arrived, an overwhelming and powerful force rushed towards them.

Even the surrounding air seemed to freeze!

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, his Nirvana True Qi surging within him. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his left palm drawing a semicircle, while his right palm emerged from under his ribs.

His palm was slightly sunken, revealing a faint crimson Yang energy, which was none other than the Yang Ge Tian Jun of the Tianshan Six Yang Palms.

With a supple and sustained palm strike, he met the extremely powerful and fierce dragon-shaped energy.

"boom!!"

The two palms did not touch directly, but their combined power collided fiercely in mid-air!

A deep, thunderous roar exploded, and the shockwave spread out in a ring around the two people, stirring up a cloud of dust.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms.

Chen Mo knew that this palm technique was created by Yin Tianci, the first leader of the Beggars' Sect, based on the principles of the I Ching.

There are a total of twenty-eight moves, each one fierce and incomparably powerful.

However, in the original novel, Qiao Feng had already decided to die outside Yanmen Pass, but he thought that if he died, the two great martial arts skills of the Beggars' Sect would be lost forever.

Therefore, he passed on the Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms and the Dog-Beating Staff Technique to his sworn brother Xuzhu, instructing him to pass on these two supreme martial arts skills to the new leader of the Beggars' Sect after a new successor is appointed.

When teaching, Qiao Feng used his own insights, and Xu Zhu combined the essence of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts to simplify the complex, turning the Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms into the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Although it has been reduced by ten strikes, its power is even greater, enough to rival any hero in the world.

When this palm technique was passed down to Hong Qigong, he used it when he discussed swordsmanship with Wang Chongyang, Huang Yaoshi, and others at the summit of Mount Hua. Wang Chongyang and the others all praised it.

Finally, this palm technique was passed down to Guo Jing, who integrated it with the profound secrets of the Nine Yin Manual.

From then on, the power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms fluctuated, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes swallowing and sometimes spitting out.

From its original extreme strength, the wondrous function of extreme softness arises, and the strength and softness are blended into one, completely achieving the state of perfect harmony between strength and softness!

"Hmm? Interesting!"

Chen Mo's eyes lit up, but he didn't move an inch. He felt an extremely powerful force coming through him.

But the next second, it was instantly devoured by his own Nirvana True Qi.

Qiao Feng, on the other hand, was shaken and took several steps back before regaining his balance.

There was nothing that could be done; Chen Mo was simply too strong. Even though he had already restrained himself, Qiao Feng was still forced back.

Qiao Feng was not surprised but delighted.

Although he didn't use all his strength in that palm strike, he still used about 70-80%.

If an ordinary master of innate talent were to take the hit head-on, the result would be either internal organ tremors or, in severe cases, broken arm bones.

But Chen Mo directly confronted him head-on, which caused him to suffer a slight loss.

"That was great! Let's do it again!"

Qiao Feng's heroic spirit and fighting will ignited instantly, like dry tinder being lit.

He let out another long roar, stomped his foot hard, and the ground was blasted open, creating a huge crater.

With both palms extended simultaneously, a faint dragon's roar echoed, and palm shadows danced, unleashing the Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms like a torrential downpour.

Layer upon layer of palm prints appeared in mid-air, each one like a dragon resurrected, containing immense power.

Dragons appearing in the fields, flying dragons in the sky, wild geese gradually approaching the land, hidden dragons should not be used...

One move after another, the momentum building layer upon layer, the fierceness containing endless variations.

Even people several miles away could faintly hear the roars of the dragon.

They looked at each other, bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

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