Upon witnessing this scene, Yang Xiao and the others were all deeply shocked.
No one expected that this old Shaolin monk would be so strong.
Zhou Botong made two separate attacks, but he couldn't even get close to him.
When Zhao Min and the other beauties saw this, they were also shocked by the old monk's power.
Wang Yang, on the other hand, remained calm and composed.
He had said this even before he had met the Sweeper Monk, that the Sweeper Monk was no less powerful than Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang.
Zhou Botong refused to believe in this superstition and insisted on sparring with the Sweeper Monk, so the old rascal had no choice but to let him have his way.
"Crunch!"
At the same time, Zhou Botong, after regaining his footing, also looked on incredulously.
Nature has sensed it.
This sweeping monk's strength is probably far beyond my own.
"I refuse to believe it, you old rascal!"
After a brief pause, he spoke angrily and then attacked the sweeping monk once again.
This time, Zhou Botong directly mobilized most of his internal energy and fused it all into a single palm strike.
"boom!"
With a palm strike, terrifying force stirred up layers of air waves, heading straight for the Sweeper Monk.
Upon witnessing this scene, the sweeping monk remained unmoved, offering a calm smile and reciting Buddhist mantras:
"Amitabha!"
"You're quite old, why do you still have such a strong competitive spirit?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a force suddenly formed from the Sweeper Monk's body, creating an invisible high wall that met Zhou Botong's palm strike head-on.
"Bang!"
In a short while, the two forces clashed.
It was accompanied by a deafening roar.
When they looked again, they saw that Zhou Botong had been sent flying backwards like a kite.
After falling to the ground, the man couldn't hold it in and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Pfft!"
Zhou Botong was so angry that his teeth itched. He reached up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then stood up from the ground.
He glanced at the sweeping monk who was still standing not far away, then pouted and looked at Wang Yang.
Everyone originally thought that Zhou Botong would continue to attack the Sweeper Monk.
Unexpectedly, the old rascal walked up to Wang Yang, shaking his head and waving his hands.
"Brother Wang, this old monk is amazing!"
"How about... you make the move?"
Hearing what the old rascal said, Yang Xiao and the others smiled bitterly.
The Blue-Winged Bat King even joked directly:
“Old rascal, the alliance leader warned you yesterday that this senior from Shaolin is even more powerful than Master Zhang from Wudang.”
"Who told you not to believe in this superstition?"
"You can't beat them yourself, so now you're asking the alliance leader to stand up for you?"
Upon hearing the words of the Green-Winged Bat King, the old rascal was filled with rage.
He suddenly glared at the Azure-Winged Bat King and said irritably:
"What are you saying, you old bat?"
"If I don't look for Brother Wang, am I supposed to look for you?"
"If you're so capable, why don't you stand up for me?"
After Zhou Botong's retort, the Green-Winged Bat King gave an awkward smile and shook his head repeatedly.
After all, he couldn't even beat Zhou Botong, so how could he possibly be a match for this Sweeping Monk?
Upon seeing this, Zhao Min and the others all stared intently at Wang Yang.
In their hearts, they all wanted to see who was stronger, Wang Yang or the sweeping monk from Shaolin.
Meanwhile, Xuanci and the other eminent monks of Shaolin Temple were also filled with anticipation upon seeing this.
They had already witnessed Wang Yang's strength firsthand, and it was undeniably formidable.
However, when comparing Wang Yang and the Sweeper Monk, they couldn't quite tell who was more powerful.
Wang Yang smiled calmly, his gaze fixed on the sweeping monk.
Meanwhile, the sweeping monk was also observing Wang Yang.
He could see through the martial arts cultivation levels of so many people present at a glance, but Wang Yang was the only one he couldn't see through.
In addition, he also sensed a strong sense of crisis from Wang Yang.
After exchanging glances, the sweeping monk smiled slightly and spoke calmly:
"You must be Wang Yang, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance?"
Hearing what the sweeping monk said, Wang Yang smiled and said:
"Senior, you flatter me. I am unworthy of such praise!"
"May I ask if I may learn a few moves from you, senior?"
As he spoke, Wang Yang took a step forward.
After hearing what Wang Yang said, the sweeping monk's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled calmly:
"Alliance Leader Wang, please!"
Seeing that the sweeping monk had agreed, Wang Yang didn't hesitate and immediately jumped up.
"call out!"
The next moment, he suddenly unleashed the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
"Zhongchong Sword!"
With a flick of his finger, he unleashed a powerful sword aura, sweeping and sweeping with majestic momentum.
It was quite a shocking event, with a great storm brewing.
In no time, Wang Yang's sword energy struck the sweeping monk not far in front of him.
"Um?"
Upon seeing this, the sweeping monk's previously indifferent expression underwent a dramatic change.
His brows furrowed suddenly. He had no time to think about anything else, because Wang Yang's sword energy had already pierced through the qi barrier in front of him.
The next moment, the sweeping monk casually swung the broom in his hand.
With this swing, an invisible, powerful force swept out, directly meeting Wang Yang's sword energy.
"Bang!"
Immediately following, a deafening sonic boom resounded.
Upon closer inspection, Wang Yang's sword energy shot out like a devastating force, striking directly at the broom held by the sweeping monk.
The broom snapped in half.
However, Wang Yang's sword energy, still powerful, was about to strike the Sweeper Monk.
Just then, a series of dazzling golden lights suddenly emanated from the Sweeping Monk's body.
In a short while, his body was enveloped in a layer of golden light.
"Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill!"
When Yang Xiao and the others saw this, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
It was immediately recognized that the sweeping monk was using the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.
After all, they had seen Wang Yang use this skill more than once before.
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
Just then, Wang Yang's Six Meridians Divine Sword struck the golden shield.
In an instant, a terrifying explosion resounded, and the world around the small courtyard seemed to tremble.
Fortunately, the violent turmoil subsided quickly.
Although the Sweeping Monk received Wang Yang's Six Meridians Divine Sword, his body was shifted one step backward by the sword energy.
After regaining his balance, the sweeping monk was utterly astonished.
He stared at Wang Yang in disbelief and muttered to himself:
"Such powerful sword energy!"
"How could a child so young possess such martial arts skills?"
"This Six Meridians Divine Sword was created by the founding emperor of the Dali Duan family. It is a supreme divine skill that the Dali Duan family does not pass on to outsiders."
How could he?
"Could it be...could it be that his true identity is a member of the Duan family of Dali?"
"Is the surname Wang merely a cover for their true intentions?"
Lost in thought, the sweeping monk calmed his agitated mind slightly, then looked directly at Wang Yang, clasped his hands together, and said:
"Amitabha!"
"Your skill is truly admirable, Benefactor Wang."
"In this martial arts world, among the younger generation, no one can surpass you."
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