Xiao Feng was about ten steps away from the Sweeping Monk.

He attacked in anger, even though it was just a casual palm strike, but with the blessing of more than a hundred years of skills, a palm wind visible to the naked eye surged out, bringing with it terrifying power and attacking the Sweeping Monk.

The monks of Shaolin Temple stared at this scene in amazement and were dumbfounded.

The relief on the Sweeping Monk's face disappeared, he chanted the Buddha's name, and swung out with both palms, repelling the palm wind.

He was secretly surprised, thinking that this might be the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, when he saw Xiao Feng take a few steps forward and assume the starting posture.

Xuan Ci called out, "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

This palm technique is known as the best external palm technique in the world. It is extremely hard and strong, and has unmatched power.

But there is a prerequisite for the performance of any external martial arts in the world, and that is to get close to the opponent.

Otherwise, the fists and palms will not land on the enemy and will not be able to hurt the opponent at all.

Xuan Ci had always felt this way before.

But soon, his vision was shattered.

As Xiao Feng performed his first move "Kang Long You Hui", a dragon-shaped shadow with a faint purple glow suddenly jumped out.

Accompanied by the sound of dragon roar, the dragon shadow flew towards the Sweeping Monk.

The Sweeping Monk had a serious expression and clapped his hands forward.

Xuan Ci recognized it; it was the Vajrapani, one of the 72 unique skills of their sect, which was practiced by many monks.

The power unleashed by the Sweeping Monk's palm was beyond his expectations.

The blue bricks on the ground broke into pieces, and the dragon shadow was finally dispersed by this palm.

But the Sweeping Monk did not relax.

He had already seen the other party use the second palm.

Flying dragon in the sky!

Xiao Feng was seen rising into the air and striking from above. The dragon's roar became louder, and the purple dragon shadow became more solid.

Facing the ferocious dragon head rushing towards him, the Sweeping Monk used the Weituo Palm this time.

When he dispersed the dragon shadow in the air again, his body shook.

Xiao Feng's third palm strike followed.

See the dragon in the field!

The purple dragon shadow is lifelike and even has a bit of hotness.

The sound of the dragon's roar made some Shaolin monks turn pale and stagger.

The Sweeping Monk took the blow with his Prajna Palm and took a half step back.

Hongjian on land!

Don’t use the hidden dragon!

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By the time Xiao Feng used the fifteenth move, Dragon Fighting in the Wild, the flying dragon under his palm was already no different from a real dragon! The scales on the dragon's body were clearly visible, and the purple flames lingering around the dragon's body caused the temperature in the air to rise sharply, and there were many burn marks on the ground.

The terrifying sound of the dragon's roar had already reached the foot of Mount Shaoshi, causing the travelers to tremble with fear.

As the abbot of Shaolin, Xuan Ci thought he was knowledgeable, but at this moment he was already dumbfounded.

"Could this be the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

He kept repeating these words in his mind, feeling that his years of martial arts training had been a complete waste of time!

Under this miraculous palm technique, he was afraid that he couldn't even withstand a single blow!

The sweeping monk's robe had already been torn to pieces, and he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he was still struggling to hold on.

His attainments in martial arts are unprecedented in history, and are probably no less than that of Bodhidharma, who crossed the river on a reed.

However, when facing Xiao Feng, he still felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

There seemed to be a crack on his rock-hard Buddhist heart.

Staring at the giant purple dragon that almost occupied the entire sky, he realized that this time he might not be able to resist it even if he tried his best.

That’s all!

It would not be a pity if he died, but there were still two people there waiting for him to rescue them.

"Amitabha, Mr. Xiao, you might as well take another look. Your father is not dead." He stood where he was, letting down all his guard.

Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then he pushed his palms toward the sky, and a flying dragon instantly rose into the air and disappeared into the clouds.

The Sweeping Monk forced himself to stay alert and stretched out his hands to touch Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.

Gradually, life began to reappear in the two of them.

Xiao Feng suddenly understood.

What the Sweeping Monk did earlier was just to let the two of them hold their breath temporarily, which is a method of healing serious internal injuries.

But since the other party was kind-hearted, he could have just made it clear in advance. Why make such a joke?

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little guilty.

The other party clearly had good intentions, but I almost beat him to death.

"Divine monk, I..." Xiao Feng said apologetically.

The sweeping monk ignored him and suddenly shouted, "Hold your four hands together, and breathe in harmony..."

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo held their hands together, their internal energy interacted, their facial expressions changed, and after a few breaths, they opened their eyes at the same time and smiled at each other.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The two walked between life and death, and let go of the obsessions in each other's hearts.

They no longer think about revenge or restoring their country. They just want to put aside their grudges and practice well with this holy monk.

But when the two looked at the Sweeping Monk, they were all stunned.

At this time, the Sweeping Monk was in a disheveled state, his clothes were tattered, his body was covered in black and blue, and most of his beard was burned by the flames, as if he had just escaped from a fire.

Looking nearby, the monks had retreated to the wall, one of the doorposts outside the Sutra Repository was broken, and the green bricks and tiles were covered with charred marks.

The two looked at each other, both stunned.

Could it be that they had been unconscious for a long time and Shaolin happened to encounter a fire? "Have the two donors let go of their hatred?" The sweeping monk suddenly asked.

Although Xiao Feng's palm technique caused his Buddhist faith to waver for a moment, he quickly calmed down.

Strength is something external to the body; Buddhism is his foundation.

He should guide people to do good.

To help others is also to help yourself.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo quickly stood up hand in hand and knelt down together.

The two of them expressed their remorse and asked to be ordained as monks, becoming disciples of the Sweeping Monk.

Hearing this, the Sweeping Monk's expression became unnatural.

He subconsciously looked towards Xiao Feng, apparently remembering the time when he was dominated by the opponent's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

The expressions of Xuan Ci and others were also extremely strange.

"As long as you have Buddha in your heart and are dedicated to doing good, you two can practice in this world." The Sweeping Monk said tactfully.

However, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were determined, as if they would kneel down and not get up unless the other party refused to accept them as disciples.

"Daddy!" Xiao Feng hesitated to speak.

"Mr. Xiao does have a son of a unicorn..." The Sweeping Monk glanced at Xiao Feng and slowly told him what happened earlier.

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked to hear that all this was caused by his own son.

He turned to look at Xiao Feng, was silent for a moment, then shook his head, and his attitude towards joining the Buddhist sect became more and more determined.

Xiao Feng's strength made him put aside the last bit of worry in his heart.

My son is already so capable, he can go anywhere in the world, so I don't need to worry about him.

Seeing his father's reaction, Xiao Feng looked bewildered.

When the Sweeping Monk saw this, he thought to himself that he was obsessed, so he agreed and agreed to shave the heads of the two men.

Xiao Feng watched the whole thing.

When the last strand of hair on his father's head was blown away by the wind, it seemed as if some shackles in his heart were suddenly broken.

From today on, he has no grudges or hatred and can do his own thing.

He wants to live for all the people in the world! After bidding farewell to the Shaolin monks, Xiao Feng strode down the mountain.

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(End of this chapter)