The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Becomes a Disciple of Yue Buqun

With Linghu Chong attracting firepower from above, Jiang Ning took the opportunity to attack the core of the formation at the bottom. He rushed forward with great speed, like a wild bull entering the formation, and went straight to attack the monks at the bottom.

When practicing martial arts, it is important to generate power from the ground, and the same is true for formations. The formation stacked together by these monks is so powerful, but it is not without weaknesses. As long as the bottom layer is broken, this python formation will be like a pile of loose sand.

"not good!"

The monks in the lower circle saw Jiang Ning's quick momentum and immediately understood what he was thinking.

The other monks quickly stepped in to rescue the monks at the bottom.

when!when!when!

The sword in Jiang Ning's hand flew up and down, fighting off wave after wave of attacks, and finally reached the hub of the formation.

Jiang Ning did not hesitate at all. With a burst of internal force, several monks on the bottom layer were blown away. Without the support of the monks on the bottom layer, the python formation formed by the monks instantly fell apart, and many monks fell in the air as if they were weightless.

Screams rang out one after another, and many monks fell from the air, but the next second the rest of the monks attacked again.

Although the snake-like formation was broken, the monks were not defeated because the Arhat formation was still there.

Jiang Ning glanced left and right at the monks rushing in from all directions, activated his internal energy in his chest and abdomen, opened his mouth and let out a long roar, causing his internal energy to stir the surroundings.

The monks were horrified upon seeing this, not daring to be careless at all, and they all stood in horse stance, one monk put his arm around the arm of the monk next to him, and the other monks did the same, while using all their strength to resist Jiang Ning's internal force suppression.

An extremely powerful internal force raged in the field, and the dust on the ground moved without wind, sweeping across the area in an instant.

But the faces of the monks in the area turned red and veins popped out of their necks.

Their aura merged into one at this moment, wrapping them up to resist Jiang Ning's internal force. Although they felt dizzy and their bodies swayed slightly, they stood firm and finally became as solid as a rock.

These more than one hundred monks actually resisted the ravages of Jiang Ning's internal energy.

These monks were all good at martial arts, but they persisted under the suppression of Jiang Ning's internal force. If other people were to besiege Jiang Ning now, many of them would have been holding their heads and screaming, but none of these monks fell. This was all due to their special features.

These more than one hundred people all practiced the same martial arts, and their internal strength was the same. They worked together to circulate their internal strength to resist. The internal strength of more than one hundred people merged together to resist Jiang Ning's internal force suppression, and they actually managed to resist it.

"What a terrifying inner strength."

At this time, several eminent monks who were watching the battle became solemn when they saw this scene.

"At his current age, he actually has such a pure and profound internal force. I'm afraid no one in the world can compare to him. It's unimaginable."

A senior monk said.

"Is it the Purple Cloud Divine Art?"

Another senior monk shook his head and said, "No, I heard that when Zixia Magic is used, the face turns purple and the internal energy is also purple, but there is no expression on his face, and the internal energy he displayed is also very pure, without a trace of mixed colors, it is not Zixia Magic."

The monk who had spoken earlier asked, "Is that Hun Yuan Gong?"

"impossible."

The monk who explained it shook his head decisively: "Huashan Hunyuan Gong is indeed a good martial art, but it is impossible to cultivate internal strength to this level with Hunyuan Gong alone."

"strangeness."

Another senior monk frowned and asked, "Could it be that Huashan Sect has some other unknown internal skills?"

“These two are special.”

Several monks were discussing non-stop.

Linghu Chong and Jiang Ning indeed exceeded their expectations. Both the Dugu Nine Swords displayed by Linghu Chong and the extremely profound internal strength displayed by Jiang Ning at this moment surprised them.

Several eminent monks were discussing endlessly, but Zen Master Lingxuan was the only one who looked at the scene without saying a word, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

Martial arts, external martial arts and internal strength. If you want to differentiate them, sword techniques, knife techniques and other weapons as well as palm, fist, leg and foot moves are all considered skills, while internal strength is the Tao.

When he met the two young disciples of Huashan Sect today, he seemed to have seen the pinnacle of skills and the pinnacle of Tao in these two disciples.

"Sword Sect... Qi Sect..."

Looking at Linghu Chong who was standing outside with his hands covering his chest and Jiang Ning who was still fighting in the battle, Zen Master Lingxuan moved his lips slightly and recited these words softly, with unknown emotions flashing in his turbid eyes.

"Humph!"

"what!"

At this time, the Arhat Formation still surrounded Jiang Ning. Eighteen monks rose into the air from all directions and used their demon-subduing sticks to press towards Jiang Ning in the center. At the same time, another eighteen monks rushed in from the surroundings, forming a dragnet of heaven and earth, with a strong sense of oppression.

Jiang Ning looked up into the air, and saw the eighteen monks in the air pressing down. Their shadows blocked the sunlight, and the light on the ground where Jiang Ning was was quickly swallowed up by the shadows, and soon only a dot remained.

Seeing this dragnet, Jiang Ning stomped his foot and his body suddenly flew into the air. He urged his inner strength to activate sword energy. Dense sword energy spread out. Jiang Ning rushed out from a hole at the top at the moment when the light was about to be swallowed by the shadow. At the moment of rushing out, he stepped on the back of one of the men and jumped a great distance to the ground.

"Chase!"

When the monks saw Jiang Ning leaping into the distance, they all chased after him.

"Quick, follow me."

Seeing this, several monks who were watching the fight followed suit.

After Jiang Ning jumped out, he did not think of reentering the formation. This Arhat Formation did have its own story. In addition, it was very difficult to coordinate these monks. If they fought in the formation, it would be hard to tell when the formation could be broken.

At this time, Jiang Ning saw a big tree next to him and an idea came to his mind.

When the monks were about to rush over, Jiang Ning raised his hand and hit the tree.

The terrifying internal force overflowed, and the tree only shook slightly, but did not break. However, the dense leaves on the branches fell down, and when they were about to fall to the ground, Jiang Ning raised his hand and waved, and the leaves were carried by Jiang Ning's internal force towards the monks.

Seeing Jiang Ning's attack, the monks did not dare to be careless and did not resist on their own. The monk at the back raised his palm and hit the back of the monk in front of him to transfer his internal force, and so on. The monk in the front received the surging internal force and blasted it out without hesitation.

The internal force was raging in the field, and Jiang Ning's internal force was resisting the internal force of more than a hundred monks.

The leaves stopped in the air, as if they were about to fall, but the next second Jiang Ning increased his internal force output, and under the powerful internal force of both sides, the leaves quickly rotated in the middle, and then continued to merge into a sphere.

The sphere formed by the fusion of many leaves rolled wildly between the two sides, emitting a palpitating breath, and sometimes moved a little towards Jiang Ning. Seeing this, Jiang Ning increased his internal strength, and the sphere composed of leaves moved towards the monks, while the monks' faces flushed and they tried madly to resist.

The leaf sphere was in a stalemate between the two sides, the terrifying true energy was raging in the field, and the sphere was spinning rapidly, with more and more leaves joining it and its size was getting bigger and bigger.

Jiang Ning had a blank expression on his face as endless internal energy poured out from his palms. His long hair moved without wind and his clothes rustled from the stimulation of his internal energy.

On the other hand, the faces of the monks on the opposite side turned from red to purple, and it was obvious that they were almost reaching their limit.

at last.

The huge ball of leaves in the field exploded instantly and floated towards the monk.

The monks were blown away by the massive internal force and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning stopped.

At this moment, the flying hair behind him fell down, and his face was still calm, neither happy nor angry.

Break the formation!

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Chapter 509: Two Brothers

Seeing that the two sides finally decided the winner, the result shocked the spectators. Even Linghu Chong found it incredible.

How could it be so outrageous?

This is what Buhuo and other high monks of Southern Shaolin think in their minds.

Although they thought that the other party would agree to break into the Arhat Formation, and also thought about what means the other party would use to break the formation, they never expected it to be this way.

More than a hundred monks who had practiced martial arts since childhood couldn't even defeat one person in a contest of internal strength?

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Buhuo and others would never have believed it.

But the facts are right in front of us.

Even Zen Master Lingxuan turned his gaze towards Jiang Ning in the distance when he saw this scene, and the expression on his face was indescribable.

"Junior brother! We won! We won!! Hahahaha!!!"

Compared to the shocked mood of the senior monks of Southern Shaolin, Linghu Chong burst into laughter after the initial surprise and ran to Jiang Ning with an excited look on his face.

"Junior brother! We won!!"

Seeing Linghu Chong's excitement, Jiang Ning smiled.

"Junior brother, you..."

Linghu Chong was about to say something, but suddenly stopped. Only then did he realize that Jiang Ning's face was a little pale, and his breathing was not as steady as before.

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

Linghu Chong immediately became anxious, with a concerned look on his face.

Jiang Ning shook his head slightly.

"fine."

It just consumes a lot of internal energy, so it will be fine after a rest.

"Amitabha."

At this time, several eminent monks including Buhuo came over.

"Congratulations, Young Master Jiang. Congratulations, Young Master Jiang."

One of the monks put his hands together and said with a smile: "Young Master Jiang has deep internal strength. He broke the formation of the 108 Arhats of Southern Shaolin by himself. I admire you."

Another senior monk also said: "Since our Shaolin launched this Arhat Formation, no one has ever been able to break through our Shaolin Arhat Formation, let alone the Grand Arhat Formation. Young Master Jiang's martial arts are superb, and we admire him."

They really admire Jiang Ning now. Jiang Ning's age, martial arts and internal strength cannot but make them amazed.

They had heard of Jiang Ning's reputation before, but had never met him in person. Now, not only had they met him, but they had also truly witnessed his strength. This made them realize that there is no false reputation, and Jiang Ning's strength was far greater than his own fame.

Buhuo said: "Amitabha, I already knew the names of Young Master Linghu and Young Master Jiang. I have heard that Young Master Jiang has superb martial arts and profound inner strength, and Young Master Linghu is an extraordinary swordsman. It is better to meet them in person than to hear about them. Today, I see that the two young masters are indeed as good as their reputations. I sigh that I am not as good as them."

Jiang Ning laughed: "Master, you are too kind."

Linghu Chong smiled awkwardly after receiving the compliment.

"No, no, my junior brother's inner strength is indeed profound, but my swordsmanship is not perfect, so I don't deserve such praise from the master."

Although he said so, the slightly raised corners of Linghu Chong's eyes revealed his mood at the moment.

Seeing him like this, Buhuo smiled slightly.

He is a straightforward person.