Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 400, The Hidden Helper
The competition between the two masters formed a situation of competition and consumption

Finally, Wang Chongyang walked up to Puba.

The two stretched out their arms with all their strength, and the distance between them was less than a foot, almost close to hand to hand.

Puba didn't retreat to make room for distance, the two of them began to test the moves, and now, he already knew that he couldn't beat the opponent in moves, so they could only start to compete in internal strength.

What Wang Chongyang learned was the supreme heart method of Taoism, and what Puba used was the wonderful method of Buddhism.The top masters of the Buddha and Taoist sects, it is difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom when it comes to internal strength.

There is no fancy between the fists and feet of the two. When each fist and foot collide, it seems that they are touching, but in fact they are separated by a distance of a few minutes or even a few inches.In this kind of competition between internal forces, the two have always controlled their internal forces from being exposed.

In the eyes of others, the two of them are like children playing and fighting.

He Yuan secretly weighed the gap between himself and Puba. Fu Mo Wen Xin was in his hands, so he couldn't exert this kind of power. Before, he used this martial art to win by surprise because he never met an opponent like Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang's internal strength was so solid that his opponent's palm wind still failed to break through his defense.

They fought for a few more moves, and each time the internal energy of the two collided, the sound became louder and louder, and the energy generated by the collision in their bodies gradually leaked out, spreading to a range of several feet or even more than ten feet.

Those who were too close to the two felt the strong wind raging, like a knife and an ax scraping their faces.They couldn't help but retreat one after another, making room for the two of them.

After these people backed away, they found that the palm wind became more and more powerful.Many dead grass branches that were too close to the two of them were affected by the palm wind and broke off one after another.

At this time, the superb internal strength of the two masters was truly revealed.

Both parties saw the danger in the matter.If the competition continues like this, even if they are invincible, both of them will definitely suffer serious damage.

Sang Ke, the suzerain of the Galang faction, began to worry, so he glanced aside.This glance was really a subconscious glance.

At this time, Zongsang, the French king of the Xinlu sect, had come to his senses.He has profound internal strength, although he was beaten for a while, he recovered quickly.He stood up and watched the two masters fighting.

Zong Sang felt a gaze from the side, he looked to the side, but did not find any gaze.Galangpai Sangke glanced over there, suddenly felt that his glance might be misunderstood, so he immediately looked away.

He was anxious to think of a good strategy, and he didn't want the grandmaster to suffer the slightest damage.He glanced back at an unremarkable person in the team.

With just one look, the monk with the high nose and deep eyes and two beards like a hedgehog walked out of the crowd.

This person stepped out of the crowd and immediately attracted the attention of most people, and he did not make a sneak attack.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, about ten feet away from the two of them fighting, they stopped.

He Yuan and Zhou Botong raised their vigilance, and also took two steps forward.I'm afraid that this person will play tricks.

But this person didn't pay attention to the eyes of everyone looking over at him. The strong wind blowing towards him seemed to dissipate by itself, failing to blow the corners of his robe sleeves.Obviously, this person's inner strength is also very deep.

Fan Seng took out a round thing from his sleeve, held it in both hands, and began to play.The sound of the instrument is humming, like crying.

He Yuan looked at this gray thing that looked like a Xun, but it didn't look that good, it was burnt pitted and deformed.

When the fan monk started to play, it seemed that he was just adding to the fun.However, according to He Yuan's observation, it was obvious that the master's palm strength began to become more and more stable.Although I don't understand what is the connection here, it is obvious that this is a way for someone to help.

He cleared his throat, just about to speak.Suddenly, the tinkling sound of Guqin came from the jungle beside the road.

This voice only played one beginning, only a few ancient rhythms?It seems to be playing with the strings.Then, the sound of guqin came to mind.

As soon as the rhythm came out, it was immediately disrupted.

The rhythm of the fan monk's music was disturbed, and there were mistakes and stagnation immediately, and the music could no longer be played.

He tried again to blow the instrument.

Every time he moves, the opponent will stir the strings.Going back and forth like this three times, while the fan monk was playing, his face suddenly changed.He Yuan saw this man's face suddenly turned pale, then turned red again.His mouth was wide open, unable to speak, let alone make a sound.For a moment, Fan Monk's face became tense.He moved his throat tremblingly with his hands, as if something was stuck there.The musical instrument in his hand also fell to the ground with a thud, smashing into pieces.

The monk fell back trembling, seeing something bad, several monks immediately rescued him and began to unblock his meridians.

Several masters of the Xinlu School, the Suzerain of the Galang School and others performed all the skills they knew, and it took a long time for Zongsang to recover his breathing.Everyone was surprised to see that something seemed to be stuck in his throat.

"What hurt you?

The fan monk was held back for a long time, and he was panting for breath, he shook his head with difficulty.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, really not knowing what to do.Fortunately, he was rescued, and everyone began to turn their attention back to the battle between the two masters.

Shen Jieyu felt the sound of the guqin, as if it was not far from her side.She hurriedly turned her head, but saw nothing. It seemed that there was a master hidden in the forest, but this master's dragon could not see its head and tail, which made him a little scared.

This person is helping Wang Chongyang's side, so it shouldn't be bad for him.

He Yuan heard the sound of the guqin, and guessed who should come to help.With her here, the other party should not be able to cause any trouble.Perhaps Wang Chongyang had a well-thought-out plan because he guessed that his old friend would not stand idly by.

Puba was not affected, and continued to fight with Wang Chongyang.

The Galangpai clan couldn't help but said: "Which benefactor has arrived, why not come out with one."

He asked three times, and a woman's voice came from the forest.

"It was just a small punishment and a big warning."

The voice came from all directions, traveling back and forth in the forest and mountain road.

People kept hearing this sentence.

The suzerain of the Galang faction sent a glance around, but it was still difficult to determine where the other party was hiding.In the entire Taoist blessed land, I don't know how many hermits are hiding in it.

For the first time, the leader of the Garang faction felt that he had come a little recklessly.

He Yuan also heard this faint voice at first.He closed his eyes to perceive the way the sound reverberated, the effect of the sonic attack.

He has never learned the kung fu of the lion's roar, and all kinds of kung fu to hurt people with sound.

Since this kind of martial arts failed to get started, He Yuan carefully experienced the operation method.

He Yuan suddenly felt something in his heart, and looked back to the left.Shen Jieyu stood there, and looking into the distance, a white shadow flashed past in the forest.
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