Chapter 468: He is stronger than the other...
Deep in the Golden Chan Temple, at the top of the Cloud Climbing Tower that towers into the clouds.
Huikong, who looks like a seven or eight-year-old novice monk, stands on the edge of the terrace, looking down through the thick spiritual white mist in the sky.
Viewed from here, Fu Qingzhou and Yuan Zhen look like two little ants crawling slowly.
At this time, Huikong's voice suddenly sounded in Huikong's ears.
"Senior brother...you have also seen it, right?"
"Yuan Guan's chess skills have long been extraordinary and holy, but he can be shortcut, but Fu Qingzhou still defeated him."
"Such a person is not Who can be the disciple of Buddha?"
Huikong didn't say anything, he just looked at it indifferently and kept silent.
……
Fu Qingzhou, supported by Yuan Zhen, slowly walked through the Thousand Buddha Hall.
After the Thousand Buddha Hall, there is the Maha Hall.
Same as before, when the two of them arrived at the square in front of the main hall, there were already people waiting in the square.
This is a monk who is eight feet tall, strong and burly. He seems to be quite old, he should be in his fifties, but he looks much younger than Yuan Guan of the same age, and his arms are muscular. , the green veins on it look like tangled dragons.
“Alas...”
Fu Qingzhou held his head in severe pain and asked: "Yuanzhen, who is this?"
This time, before Yuanzhen could speak, the strong monk had already spoken: "The poor monk Yuanxiang , I have been waiting for donor Fu for a long time!"
He was full of energy and his voice was so loud that it made the surrounding branches rustle and leaves fall.
"Yuan Xiang..."
Fu Qingzhou ignored him and continued to look at Yuan Zhen: "Is he very strong?"
"Very...strong." Yuan Zhen nodded slightly: "Senior Brother Yuanxiang's cultivation level is not as good as that of Senior Brother Yuanjie. After he advanced to the seventh realm more than ten years ago, it was difficult for him to break through, so..."
“So the poor monk spent all his energy on researching weapons!”
Yuan Xiang interrupted Yuan Zhen and said loudly: “There are no poor monks in this world. Good at weapons!"
After that, he pointed at Fu Qingzhou and said sternly: "If the donor wants to pass here, he must compete first, okay! The poor monk will not bully the donor. Whatever weapon you are good at, we can choose it. Let’s compare the weapons you are good at!”
“I don’t care about cultivation! We can just use our skills to fight!”
"It's so noisy..."
Fu Qingzhou's eardrums buzzed from his yelling: "Can I take a rest for a while?"
"Yes!" Yuan Xiangsheng sounded like a bell: "Fu Donor You can rest as long as you want!”
“It’s so noisy that my head hurts.” Fu Qingzhou shook his head tiredly and said to Yuan Zhen, “Please help me sit aside, I was too busy playing chess just now. "I'm exhausted."
Yuanzhen responded and helped him to sit down on the stairs. Fu Qingzhou also took off the big iron box and held it in his arms.
"Almsgiver Fu."
After sitting down, he asked with curiosity and doubt: "How did you defeat Senior Brother Yuanguan just now?"
"It's all over. It's not important anymore..." Fu Qingzhou waved his hand: "Tell me first, how strong is Yuan Xiang's weapon? If I want to compete with him in a bow and arrow competition, is it possible to win?"
Yuanzhen smiled helplessly.
Fu Qingzhou immediately felt a sense of ominousness: "No, isn't he the world's best weapons master again?"
"That's not the case." Yuan Zhen said softly: "But before Senior Brother Yuan Xiang became a monk, he was a member of the army and a general. Swords, spears, and bows and arrows were the weapons he was best at."
“Over the years, Senior Brother Yuanxiang has worked hard to practice the world’s weapons. Whether it is commonly used mainstream weapons or various exotic weapons, he has become extremely proficient. Among them, he has become proficient in several weapons that he was originally best at. "Excellent." When he said this, he smiled helplessly: "If Fu Shi wants to compete with him, there may be a chance, but bows and arrows..."
Fu Qingzhou sighed deeply.
What the hell is this?
"Forget it, I don't want to think about this right now. I'll sit down for a while and get some blood... Uh, no, I'll get some blue. You can help me protect the law from the side."
He shook his head and said to Yuan Zhen .
Yuan Zhen didn’t understand what blood recovery and mana recovery were, but he still smiled and nodded.
On the other side, Yuan Xiang was not in a hurry. Instead, he called a few disciples from nowhere and began to move the weapon racks to the square.
There is everything on those weapon racks... knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, axes, axes, sticks, spears, sticks, spears, and rakes. ……
In addition, there are bows and arrows, daggers, thorns, darts, mallets, flying hooks, and even crutches, iron umbrellas...
There are all kinds of messy things.
As if warming up and showing off, he grabbed a weapon and started dancing.
For a time, the square was full of tigers and tigers.
Fu Qingzhou, who was meditating, slowly opened his eyes.
At this time, Yuan Xiangwu was wielding a pair of double knives. He was holding the knives in both hands, with a strong and vigorous posture. He shuttled around the field like a dragon. The two knives flew like swallows in his hands. In the flash of light, the transition between attack and defense was impeccable. It's so hard to see any flaws.
Fu Qingzhou looked solemn.
Yuanzhen is right, this Yuanxiang really brings weapons to the realm of transformation.
At this time, he did not even show the strength and speed of a seventh-level warrior. He was just "playing" with weapons, which made people feel afraid to approach and fearful.
“What do you think?”
Fu Qingzhou asked in his mind.
Yang Gui leisurely said: "There is something, but not much... His cultivation realm has reached a bottleneck, which means that no matter how difficult it is to advance in the understanding of martial arts, studying the subtle changes of weapons and moves is just what he escapes from It's just a way."
"Oh?" Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up: "So, he is not that strong?"
"Yes, but you are not as good as him."
Yan Gui said calmly: "Although you are good at swordsmanship and bow and arrow, you are taking advantage of your unique skills. Others may not be able to touch the things you practice... I really want to say that you It’s really laughable how deep you delve into it.”
Fu Qingzhou: "..."
As time passed by, Qi Ranjue gradually relieved the severe pain in his head, and his energy began to recover little by little.
On the other side, the weapons in Fang Xiang’s hands have been changed to several types.
Whether it is common weapons or strange-looking exotic weapons, he knows them all very well. When playing with these weapons, he does not simply make these weapons look beautiful, but is really focused on each weapon. They have all done in-depth research and each has mastered a set of profound techniques.
Not long after, a layer of sweat appeared on his body - but at this time, his fighting spirit was high and he was excited!
"That's almost it..."
Fu Qingzhou took a long breath and stood up.
Seeing him getting up, Yuan Xiang also looked over and grinned: "Donor Fu, have you rested enough?"
"Well, you have rested enough."
Fu Qingzhou He stretched and smiled slightly: "Well, we can compare weapons, but... you want to say that it doesn't require cultivation or skill, but that's not necessary."
Yuan Xiang's eyes widened: "Oh?"
"You accommodate me and let me choose the weapon I am best at, right?" Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "Then I can't be unreasonable, we all Don't you suffer a loss by suppressing your cultivation? Then let's not let you suffer. Let's all use our cultivation and have a good competition."
(End of this chapter)
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