Chapter 97: Fight between Dragon and Tiger

Feng Yi, with his own strength, killed Huodu and captured Dalba in front of Master Jinlun and a group of lamas and warriors. He came and went freely and treated the Tantric Buddhists and Mongolian warriors as nothing.

Everyone was angry and felt humiliated. When they saw National Master Jinlun chasing after them, they shouted loudly and followed him.

But Feng Yi and the National Master both had first-rate Qing Kung Fu skills, and both had great internal strength, so their speed was really fast, faster than a galloping horse, and disappeared like light smoke. When everyone chased into the woods, they saw the trees broken, as if a hurricane had passed through. Everyone was horrified to see this.

It turned out that Master Jinlun's lightness skill was not as good as that of the Ancient Tomb Sect after all. Seeing that Feng Yi was carrying Dalba and he couldn't catch up with him, he thought that if he didn't show his power, people would look down on him. So he made a clanging sound of the golden wheel in his hand and shot it towards Feng Yi's back.

Feng Yi's lightness skill was better than that of the national teacher, and his internal strength was not inferior to his, but he had an extra Dalba in his hand. With more than 100 pounds on his body, the two of them ran at the same pace, and were always ten feet apart from each other.

The Golden Wheel Master's wheel was very powerful, but as soon as it flew to Feng Yi's back, Feng Yi raised his iron fan and used the "four ounces to move a thousand pounds" method to push the Golden Wheel away.

This time he did not try to fight back, he just changed the direction of the golden wheel. Naturally, the turning force did not slow down at all, and the momentum was still extremely strong.

With a "crack", the old pine tree, which was as thick as a man's embrace, broke at the root, which showed how powerful the imperial teacher's throw was.

Feng Yi kept walking and shouted, "Master, you attacked from behind, what kind of master are you?"

Master Jinlun made a sound of pah and cursed: "You are so despicable and shameless, holding my disciple hostage, how can you be called a hero?"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "Master, it seems that the two of us are a perfect match! Wonderful!"

The Imperial Master just rushed over and took the golden wheel from his hand. After hearing these words, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

He was feared by foreigners and admired throughout his life. In Mongolia, he was like an emperor. Even Kublai Khan did not dare to neglect him. But he met Feng Yi, this evil obstacle! The national teacher said coldly: "If I don't kill you today, it will be unjust!" He took out a silver wheel from his arms, on which the mantra of the Vajra Sect was also cast. This time, the two wheels flew out.

Master Jinlun has five wheels in his hands, namely gold, silver, copper, iron and lead. When he really encounters a powerful enemy, he can use all five wheels at the same time. However, he only used the gold wheel in the past, and no one could withstand three of his moves. Therefore, he was given the name of Master Jinlun. He has never used the other four wheels, namely silver, copper, iron and lead. In fact, according to his martial arts skills, he should be called "Master Wulun".

Seeing that Feng Yi actually had outstanding skills, he stopped looking down on him, but then he got really angry and took out his silver wheel to attack Feng Yi together.

He attacked from behind to the front, which already gave him a great advantage. He also had deep internal strength. This time, both wheels flew at the same time, separating and combining at will, with unparalleled power.

However, Feng Yi's "Shen Zhao Gong" and "Blood Knife Sutra" have already reached the state of perfection, and the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter in the "Nine Yin Scriptures" has also been cultivated to the third stage. His internal strength is so strong that no one in the world can match it. Facing the double-wheel flying attack, he was not panicked, but waved the folding fan in his hand casually, and his movements were erratic, like waving a five-stringed instrument.

Jinlun attacked with both wheels for more than ten times, but not only failed to hurt him, but he pushed the wheels off course. The sound of crackling continued, trees were broken, and thick and thin branches fell like rain, affecting the progress of Jinlun National Master.

Jinlun sighed inwardly, knowing that Feng Yi did not put Dalba behind him. This was his pride, but it was not something he could not think of.

He couldn't hurt him this way, so he didn't let go of the wheel in his hand.

Feng Yi didn't see Lun Fei, and smiled: "That's right, let's find a good place and fight fairly, then we can show our true ability!"

"Okay!" The Imperial Master also laughed and said, "I'm afraid you can't do it!"

The two men flew up and down in the mountains, with clouds, mist, pine trees, wind and forests whistling, and suddenly clear springs flowing. Such beautiful mountain scenery made the two men feel less angry and they ran for dozens of miles.

Feng Yi saw a hundred-foot-high cliff in the distance, with overlapping green mountains and a solitary peak towering into the sky. He laughed loudly and said, "National Master, have you ever heard of the story of a roc that soars up to ninety thousand miles with the wind one day?" He stepped forward and climbed towards the top of the mountain.

Feng Yi blocked Jinlun's palm with force. Knowing that Jinlun was very powerful, he also knew that it was not difficult to deal with Jinlun alone.

But if he wanted the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, even if he won, Master Jinlun would never surrender in front of everyone for the sake of face. He would have to lead him to a deserted place in order to achieve his goal.

For this reason, he deliberately told everyone about Huodu's leak of Tantric martial arts, so that he would have no choice but to chase him even though he knew the danger.

Although Master Jinlun's behavior is somewhat despicable, he is extremely conceited about his reputation for martial arts. This time he wants to establish his power among the people in the Central Plains. Moreover, this famous "Tu Mengke" is an even more rare commodity.

However, when Master Jinlun looked up at the mountain, he saw that it stood tall among the mountains, towering towards the sky with an extremely dangerous momentum. He was immediately shocked and doubtful.

He knew that if Feng Yi used the stone to block him when he climbed the mountain, he would have the upper hand. But he thought that one of his two disciples had died, and this one had fallen into someone else's hands. If someone else had the courage to climb with one person, how could he talk about making a name for himself in the Central Plains if he didn't dare to do so? He smiled and said, "How could I not know Li Bai?" He flicked his sleeves and rushed up.

Chasing at heights is most about testing one's martial arts skills. It was extremely unfair that Feng Yi had a Dalba in his hand. However, he knew very well that the Tomb School was the best in the world in terms of martial arts skills, and he himself possessed the most advanced martial arts of both the good and evil schools, namely the Divine Illumination Skill and the Blood Knife Scripture.

It is not surprising that he is better at climbing the mountain than Jinlun. Only if there is one more Darba, who reaches the top first, that is considered a real skill.

Feng Yi held onto Dalba with one hand and climbed up the rocks and vines. Although his climbing speed was not slow, Master Jinlun was not an ordinary person after all. He could climb very fast with just his hands, so he had the upper hand and gradually approached Feng Yi.

Feng Yi took a quick look and thought to himself: "You've been flying wheels behind me enough just now, now it's my turn!" He waved his hand and a fist-sized stone whizzed towards the national teacher.

The Imperial Master suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in his face, so he pulled out the golden wheel and swung it. With a clang, the stone chips shattered into four pieces and hit his face, causing a slight pain. He was immediately startled. Then he looked at Feng Yi's movements and almost lost his mind.

It turned out that Feng Yi was in a high position and had the upper hand. He looked like a big bird, flying and leaping, moving left and right, kicking out with his legs, constantly knocking down some stones.

The national teacher swung the golden wheel, making clanging sounds and sending sand flying everywhere. How could it hurt him?

But Feng Yi had the advantage of time and location, and the rocks and trees on the cliff kept rolling down. If he resisted them head-on, he would inevitably be passive until he was defeated.

Master Jinlun no longer dared to take the attack head-on. He twisted his body left and right to dodge the objects, but the strong wind from the rocks and trees that passed by hurt his face. If he had been hit, he would have died here. But at this moment, he felt like he was on the back of a tiger, unable to get off, so he had to climb up with a heavy heart, secretly hating it.

Feng Yi pressed the golden wheel so that it could not go up at full speed, but he flew up at a high speed, his whole body like a flying bird, stepping on stones, branches, and vines that could provide leverage, and soared straight up, gradually approaching the top of the mountain.

The lamas and warriors under Master Jinlun were not as skilled as others and could not catch up with Feng Yi and the Master, but they still followed the traces they left behind.

Seeing a black shadow and a red shadow rising slowly on the cliff wall, they were all terrified, but they didn't have the courage to follow. After all, if there were big rocks on the top of the cliff, Feng Yi would push some down. If he was hit, how could he survive? As Feng Yi approached the top of the mountain, the strong wind was howling, and the clouds, mountains, pines and rocks became so ethereal. He no longer cared about stopping the national teacher, but just struggled to climb up.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Feng Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air, and saw that the top of the mountain was wide, several dozen feet wide, and the terrain was flat. There were towering ancient pines all around, with straight branches and slender figure.

The true energy flowed through his mind, making it clear and empty, reflecting the reality of all directions. He casually threw Dalba under a tree, and the man weighing more than 100 pounds was like a straw.

Feng Yi ran to the other side of the cliff and saw that there was no problem going down the mountain. He took off the gourd from his waist and took a few sips of wine. He saw mountains in the distance, with green peaks across the sky and surrounded by clouds and mist. He thought to himself, "This is a really good place!"

Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the national teacher moved quickly and climbed to the top, and then he struck the air with a palm from a distance.

Feng Yi did not move his hands or feet, but floated up horizontally and stood on the top of a tree. He smiled and said, "Master, be patient!"

The Imperial Master frowned and glanced at Dalba in the distance. His eyes were as sharp as steel needles, piercing Feng Yi's face. He sneered and said, "You brought me here just for this moment, didn't you?"

Feng Yi was silent for a moment, then smiled at him and said, "Master, I have long heard that there is a Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kungfu in the Tantric Buddhism. It is said that this Kungfu has the power of a dragon and an elephant. I secretly admire it and dream that one day I can see this amazing Kungfu!"

The Imperial Master snorted coldly and said, "I am here now, are you still afraid that you won't see me?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I am still young and have little experience, but I do want to learn the Dragon Elephant Kung Fu. Today, I saw the national teacher's magic skills and found that they are rare in the world. But I am not only interested in this. Today, I killed one of your disciples and heard about your martial arts. You will definitely kill me!"

The national teacher said coldly: "Are you afraid?"

Feng Yi shook his head and said with a smile: "If you are afraid, I won't waste my energy. I am just a gentleman first and a villain later. If I lose today, it's up to you whether you live or die. I have brought this upon myself! But if you lose to me, I won't kill you, but you have to hand over the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra and return to the Western Regions."

There was a hint of sneer between the brows of the Imperial Master, and he was about to agree immediately, but then he thought that this man was full of tricks. If he was not careful, would he really agree to his conditions?

This is really a huge matter! First, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is the supreme Dharma-protecting divine skill in the Vajra Sect.

Secondly, for the sake of the Nyingma school's foundation and millions of believers, how could he dare to agree to the conditions of returning to the Western Regions without permission?

Even though he could go back on his word, he didn't dare to say this easily.

The Imperial Master laughed loudly and continued, "I have lived in the Western Regions for a long time and rarely visit the Central Plains. Although I live in a remote borderland, I often hear people talking about the many talented people in the Central Plains martial arts world, among whom the most powerful ones are the East Evil, West Poison, South Emperor, North Beggar, and Central Divine Power.

Meeting a strong enemy like you today makes my trip to the Central Plains worthwhile.

But you are obviously hiding a lot of secrets and are unwilling to speak out. I don't know your name or what you look like. My Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is the ultimate secret of my esoteric Buddhism. How can I pass it on to someone who hides his identity?"

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu consists of thirteen levels. The first level is very simple and even a foolish person can master it within one or two years as long as he is taught.

The second layer is twice as deep as the first, and it takes three to four years. The third layer is twice as deep as the second, and it takes seven to eight years. It increases exponentially, and it becomes more and more difficult to make progress.

After reaching the fifth level, if you want to practice to a deeper level, it often takes more than thirty years of hard work.

The Vajra Sect has produced many eminent monks and extraordinary men throughout the generations, but of the thirteen levels of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", no one has ever practiced it above the tenth level.

This Kung Fu is a gradual process and there is no reason why it cannot be mastered. If someone could live to be thousands of years old, he would eventually reach the thirteenth level. However, human life is limited. If the senior monks of the Vajra Sect want to reach the seventh or eighth level before the end of their life, they have to be impatient. As a result, they often fall into the dangerous situation of haste and failure.

National Master Jinlun practiced very hard and made rapid progress. Now, at the age of only sixty, he has already reached the ninth level.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a Tibetan monk who had practiced to the ninth level and continued to make progress courageously. When he reached the tenth level, his inner demons suddenly arose and he could no longer control himself. Finally, he danced wildly for seven days and seven nights and died by severing his meridians.

According to the "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Sutra", every palm strike at this time has the power of nine dragons and nine elephants. The national teacher is confident that he is invincible in the world, and it would be redundant even if he practiced to the tenth level.

This time he came south, he was going to defeat all the masters in the Central Plains and make a name for himself in the Central Plains martial arts world. However, Feng Yi's possession of such miraculous martial arts had shaken his faith, and he was no longer as arrogant as before. He thought that he must find out his background, and if that didn't work, he would take revenge in the future!

Feng Yi laughed loudly, wiped off the human skin mask on his face, and said: "I am Feng Yi. Since the national teacher came to the east with his unique skills to help Mongolia compete for the Central Plains, and I, as a Han Chinese, must resist with force, so I killed the Mongolians!"

As he spoke, his ears trembled slightly, his expression became serious, and he said solemnly: "Today, many masters have gathered. Who is more powerful, the Western Regions martial arts of the national teacher, or my Central Plains martial arts? Today we will see the result!

If we don't make this a grand event, it will not only be a waste of the opportunity, but also a failure of our ambitions. Wouldn't that be a lifelong regret?"

Feng Yi never intended to hide his real name, he just didn't want to tell others.

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Taking off the mask was also a way to tell Jinlun his sincerity, and of course to prevent some people from thinking that he was timid and despicable.

But this move left Master Jinlun dumbfounded.

Feng Yi was only about twenty years old, handsome and heroic, standing quietly on a big tree, just like a jade tree in the wind. At this time, the sky was about to turn dark, and the sunset was as golden as gold. It seemed as if he was standing in the sunset light, like an immortal.

Even though Master Jinlun had already heard that he was not very old, he had never thought that he was so young. He could not help but sigh with emotion and secretly praised: "The world is so big, and there are indeed many talented people. How could I dream of such an incredible thing in Mongolia? If I give him a few more years, how can I be his opponent?

Alas! I am just a frog in a well, and I underestimated the heroes of the world." I couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Master Jinlun pondered for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "Master Feng, I am from the Nyingma sect of the Red Sect. Are you from the Kagyu sect of the White Sect, the Sakya sect of the Flower Sect, or the Gelug sect of the Yellow Sect?"

The Esoteric Sect is divided into several major sects, all of which are fighting each other openly and secretly, and they do not interact with each other. Now that Feng Yi covets the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, he thinks that the other party is from another sect. After all, the "Blood Sword Sutra" martial arts that Feng Yi just displayed is the study of the Esoteric Sect, and it must be true.

Feng Yi replied solemnly, "What I have learned is extremely diverse, and in the field of martial arts, no matter how many changes there are, they all have the same essence, and in the end, they all lead to the same destination. Even though my martial arts occasionally have similarities with the Esoteric Buddhism, it would be rash to accuse me of coming from the Esoteric Buddhism."

Master Jinlun's face was changing, and he was silent for a long time. He put his hands together and smiled gracefully, "Master Feng, it is rare for someone of your age to be able to hide your talents and not be moved by fame. Your martial arts have reached such a level now, and your achievements in the future will be far greater than mine, but you may not be able to win now.

Even if you can defeat me, you won't be able to obtain the Dragon Elephant Prajna Power. If you really want it, just agree to one condition of mine!"

Feng Yi asked: "What are the conditions?"

Master Jinlun said slowly: "As long as you become my disciple at the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference and inherit my legacy, I will not only give you the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, but also give you the wealth of the enemy country, the glory and wealth of the world, you can take whatever you want."

He used both soft and hard tactics, praising Feng Yi while also being threatening.

Feng Yi smiled slightly and said, "I killed many Mongolian officials and your good disciple. How can you still let me become your disciple?"

Master Jinlun said calmly, "I have my own considerations for this section."

Monks have no children, so their skills all depend on their disciples to carry on their family line, and passing on their mantle is of top priority.

Master Jinlun had three disciples in his life. The eldest disciple was a man of both literary and martial talents with excellent aptitude. The master wanted to pass on his skills to him, but unfortunately he died young. The second disciple, Dalba, was honest and sincere, but he only had supernatural powers and was unable to understand the profound and mysterious internal skills. The third disciple, Prince Huodu, had already died.

The national teacher has a magical skill. After a hundred years, won't this peerless martial arts be forgotten? At this time, seeing Feng Yi's excellent qualifications, which are rare in his life, even though he killed Huo Du and some officials, it is not a big deal.

This is because there has always been a concept of reincarnation in the Tantric Buddhism of Tubo and Mongolia. At that time, the reincarnation of the Dalai Lama and the Panchen Lama had not yet begun, but the concept that people can be reborn after death and that their souls do not disappear was already firmly believed by everyone in the Tantric Buddhism.

Although Master Jinlun was a Mongolian, he studied Tibetan Tantric Buddhism after he became a monk. His eldest disciple died when he was less than 20 years old. Dalba and Huodu had never seen him, they only knew that this was the case.

Dalba ranked second under the national teacher, and Huodu ranked third, because of this.

If Feng Yi became his disciple, he would just have to say that he was the reincarnation of his eldest disciple, and all problems would be solved.

If the Mongolian high-ranking officials had doubts, how could Feng Yi have such martial arts skills at such a young age if he was not a child prodigy and reincarnated with skills? Besides, he was from the Central Plains, so how could he be so proficient in Tantric martial arts?

Therefore, as long as Feng Yi agrees to become his disciple, Imperial Master Jinlun will be able to explain everything.

Feng Yi smiled and said: "Thank you for your respect, Imperial Master. Unfortunately, I don't like having another father!

I told you my feelings in advance, but I only respected you as the master of your school and used courtesy before force.

This is called understanding first and not arguing later. If I offend you later, please forgive me!"

The Imperial Master said coldly: "Then come on, let me see how capable you are at such a young age!"

"Okay!" Feng Yi exhaled and shouted, exerting force on his toes. The branch under his feet sank, and his body shot out and punched the national teacher.

The Imperial Master saw Feng Yi swooping down from the sky, and relying on his status as a grandmaster, he saw that the opponent did not use weapons or wheels, but was just ready with his bare hands.

However, when Feng Yi threw a punch, there was neither the sound of the wind breaking through the air nor the feeling of the hidden energy.

Master Jinlun was startled. After all, he was a martial arts master. He took two steps back, put his hands together, and laughed: "Great boxing skills! Today's fight is enough to comfort me for the rest of my life!"

All of a sudden, there was a sound like muffled thunder, and the state teacher's wide monk robe moved without wind, and his whole body rippled. His body suddenly became three inches shorter, but returned to normal in an instant.

Feng Yi also somersaulted out, drawing a beautiful arc, and thought to himself: "This old guy is really powerful. My Shadowless Divine Fist has reached the level of perfection. My fist is silent, and it can break rocks and trees within two meters, but it can hardly hurt him!" Before his feet touched the ground, he suddenly floated forward and flew towards the National Master.

Master Jinlun said, "Slow down, slow down! Let me say a few words. If you insist on fighting, it won't be too late then!"

Feng Yi was not a lazy person, so he stopped immediately and said, "Anything else?"

The Imperial Master had just sunk his feet more than three inches into the ground. He lifted his feet that were deeply sunken in the ground and took a step forward. He said, "I have rarely heard of this boxing technique of yours, sir. I have never seen it before. Does it have a name?"

Feng Yi said slowly: "Shadowless Divine Fist!"

Master Jinlun nodded and said, "When this fist is launched, there is no wind or sound, and it hurts people without them even noticing. Moreover, you don't know where the opponent's fist is attacking, so it is extremely difficult to dodge. It is indeed worthy of the name of Shadowless. I have learned a lot from this old monk."

The Shadowless Divine Fist relies entirely on the profound internal strength to emit a silent and feminine force. Only after the hidden force has been struck and hits the person's body, will it generate an incomparably strong rebound force to injure the person's internal organs.

Because the hidden force comes without any warning, even a person with high martial arts skills cannot predict its coming in advance, and all depends on prior prevention. If this martial art is used for sneak attacks, it is the most brutal.

Just now, National Master Jinlun realized that something was wrong, and he was secretly on guard. He used the momentum of joining his palms together to activate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Paramita Skill that he had practiced for decades to protect his body. He blocked the attack, but he still felt a residual force penetrating his body, like a warm and gentle spring breeze, so he suddenly shortened three inches and the residual force disappeared.

Feng Yi laughed loudly: "Okay, I've said everything that needs to be said. Today, let's see if my Shadowless Divine Fist can defeat your Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm." As he said that, he threw a punch as fast as lightning, hitting the national teacher's chest.

The national teacher gathered his strength and attacked with a palm.

This time both of them used their full strength, and their fists and palms met without making any sound. However, their internal energy rushed into each other like a surging tide. The national teacher was ejected like an arrow from a bow, and landed just on the edge of the cliff. He was half an foot away from falling into the cliff. Golden stars appeared in front of his eyes, and his blood was boiling. He muttered in his heart: "If I hadn't tried it myself, I would never have thought that there is such a domineering and powerful internal energy in the world. What a shadowless fist, what a Tu Mengke! What a Feng Yi!"

Although the national teacher had a slightly annoyed look on his face, there seemed to be a fighting spirit inspired by his opponent.

Feng Yi also felt that the other party's palm was as solid as iron. He couldn't help himself. His body swayed and he took a step back. A surge of hot blood rushed to his head. His vital energy immediately circulated and he returned to normal. He shouted, "Okay, come again!"

His fists were like lightning phantoms, and he raised them twice.

(End of this chapter)