Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 294, internal force is like a wall

On the mountain road in front of Chongyang Palace, the two parties confronted each other.

He Yuan said: "A few of you came to see me to resolve grievances?"

He couldn't bear the politeness of the few people, so he brought the topic back,
Tsering Dorje said: "Both the Xinlu Sect and our Garang Sect have disciples who are among you. This matter must be settled. In addition, there is another matter. There is a traitor from the Juga Sect. I heard that he I know you. I need to give you an explanation for this matter."

He Yuan said: "It's easy to say, your disciples came here to bully you, and it's impossible for me to wait for my death. It's just a matter of skill. As for the people of the Juga Sect. Humph, I don't know them, let alone any traitors. You guys Calling on the door again and again is nothing more than a comparison. Then compare and see."

Tsering Dorje nodded: "Then let my apprentice learn the tricks."

"Gyatso!" He turned around and ordered.

Among the four monks, a fat monk with an iron pestle came out.

Gyatso has the highest martial arts among Tsering Dorje's apprentices.In his mind, even if the apprentice can't beat Toutuo, he can still test out the opponent's ability.

Seeing his opponent standing up, He Yuan was not polite, and walked over with his coral stick.

The two met each other, but didn't talk to each other.Gyatso lifted the iron pestle with both hands, and the heavy weapon swept towards He Yuan from bottom to top.He had tested He Yuan's martial arts, but he didn't dare to use moves such as opening and closing, for fear of revealing too many flaws.

He Yuan raised his staff and lightly tapped the iron pestle to block the opponent's strength, then turned his wrist, and the end of the coral staff was already sticking to the iron pestle and pierced Gyatso's wrist.

Monk Gyatso exerted strength with his arms and turned the iron pestle, trying to knock the coral staff apart.

When the opponent changed his moves, He Yuan suddenly stopped the thrusting move, channeled his internal strength, made the coral staff stick to the opponent's weapon, and then pressed down fiercely.With the operation of internal strength and external strength, He Yuan's extraordinary physical strength was displayed.

Gyatso felt a majestic force pressing down from the opponent's weapon, and he couldn't even hold the iron rod with both hands.Terrified, he used the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu taught by his master, stood on his back, and raised his arms upwards with all his might.

Gyatso was surprised to find that the opponent's weapon suddenly became useless, and the move he used with all his strength missed.

Because he used too much force, he sent out the force and couldn't hold it back.This upward force caused him to lean back, and his arms made a movement of holding the iron pestle high, opening his own empty door wide.

What He Yuan was waiting for was this opportunity.He calculated the opponent's reaction, first pressed it again, and then withdrew his strength, just waiting for the opponent to show his flaws.

At this moment, Fanseng Gyatso's middle door was wide open, and he watched He Yuan come over with a stick, but he couldn't react at all, his face was dark and purple from being suppressed.

He Yuan's coral stick was stuck on the opponent's Tanzhong acupoint.Gyatso was hit by this blow, turned over and fell without a sound, and the iron pestle dropped his hand and rolled out.

Two people fight only three rounds.The aggressive fan monk was knocked down, and Zhou Botong smiled.He Yuan used both the real and the fake, and won the victory lightly and skillfully.If it wasn't for Wang Chongyang being beside him, he would have already expressed his admiration at this time.

A few Hu warriors muttered in a low voice, probably not a good word.

Gyatso's three classmates all looked ugly.They had fought against He Yuan for a short time, and they knew that this man's martial arts were amazing, but they didn't expect that their fellow disciples would lose so ugly.The three of them didn't care about face, they rushed out together, wanting to besiege.

Tsering Dorje scolded and stopped the three monks.

"Help your brother back." He said this in Chinese.

The three monks honestly carried Gyatso back.

Tsering Dorje walked over to have a look, and casually patted Gyatso, who immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the old monk untie the acupoints for his disciple with ease, He Yuan had a serious expression on his face.

Seeing that his apprentice was all right, Tsering Dorje took a few steps forward and said to He Yuan: "You are young, and you are very skillful. The poor monk came to learn the best tricks."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his left hand to signal He Yuan to make a move.

Seeing that his hands were empty, He Yuan didn't want to take advantage of him, so he turned around and handed the coral stick to Zhou Botong.When he came back, he had already activated his inner strength.Facing this master who couldn't see through the depths, he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

Standing in the original position, the monk's robe on He Yuan's body was already fluttering in the wind, and he slowly used the magic power of Vajra Subduing Demons, the joints crackled, and the sound was clear, and the people around could hear it clearly.

Tsering Dorje still had no sadness or joy on his face.He Yuan observed that the old monk's head was high and protruding, and there were already blue veins exposed.Obviously also played a unique kung fu.

He Yuan waited for a long time, but the old monk didn't move.He has quietly used the Vajra Prajna Palm Kung Fu, and his strength has almost reached the critical point. Seeing that the opponent is not moving, he will immediately use his strength to chop Shura.Slashing with one palm, it hangs towards the monk's face.At the same time, the left hand is accumulating strength and holding it without sending it out, in response to the old monk's back move.

Tsering Dorje didn't move, when He Yuan's palm approached, he raised his left hand and pushed gently.The palm that He Yuan had accumulated for a long time, involuntarily deviated obliquely.At this time, the acupuncture points on the inner side of his right hand were all exposed in front of the old monk.

Just as He Yuan was about to change his move, the old monk made a strange gesture with his right hand, circled his three fingers, put his ring finger and little finger together, and pointed towards He Yuan. This move was stuck in a position where He Yuan had no time to change his move.

He Yuan swiped his left thumb forward, and used Maha to point to the old monk's handprint.

As soon as their fingers touched, they separated immediately.

He Yuan's external skills were great, but his internal skills were at a disadvantage, and he felt like he hit a wall.The opponent's internal strength is profound and impeccable, so that he can't find the slightest breakthrough.

He Yuan exerted his strength and stepped back, trying to perform lightness kung fu.

Tsering Dorje took He Yuan's finger and looked fine, but in fact his two fingers were aching, and he was surprised by He Yuan's external skills.He turned his mind, not wanting to let his opponent continue to grow.He stepped forward and punched, making He Yuan unable to retreat.

He Yuan had no choice but to raise his left hand to try to knock away the punch that the old monk had drilled, and then he used the Vajra Fist with his right hand to intercept the opponent's second punch that followed.

After intercepting the two punches, He Yuan couldn't stand up and stepped back.

They played for a short time.

Under He Yuan's hasty response, he only felt that his internal breath was not smooth, and he felt a little unable to control his strength.

He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and slowly adjusted his breath to stabilize the internal breath.

The old monk's martial arts were so high that He Yuan had never met an opponent.Although He Yuan reluctantly responded to the three tricks just now, he still used the three kung fu he is best at.

Seeing this, Monk Jikong couldn't help but exchanged glances with Wang Chongyang.

Both of them had serious expressions on their faces.
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