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Chapter 332 - 147 The True Name of the Bronze Tripod_2

Chapter 332: Chapter 147 The True Name of the Bronze Tripod_2

There were huge stone carvings in all four directions, the White Tiger, Red Dragon, Mystic Turtle, and Green Bird.

Their spiritual essence had already lit up.

Li Guanyi took a deep breath, lifted his head, and saw the steps as well as the jade-colored high seat at the top of the white jade steps. He walked over slowly, but just like the first time, as he stepped on them, the cloud Qi dispersed, and Li Guanyi’s consciousness plummeted violently.

"Indeed, it’s still not possible..."

Li Guanyi sighed.

He was extremely curious about what kind of scenery lay beyond the white jade steps. Everything in front of him dispersed, the bronze tripod faded away, and the golden Buddha light and Qi Fortune circulated around his body, just as it was the first time he grasped the martial arts taught by Yue Qianfeng.

Moreover, with the remnant Qi Mechanism of the Tu Yu Hun King Seal, his body transformed.

Li Guanyi slowly opened his eyes and saw Chen Chengbi attempting to roll up his sleeves and come over.

It seemed he planned to hit him.

The old man slapped him straight across.

Li Guanyi’s scalp tingled, and almost instinctively, he scuttled backward.

"Old man, what are you doing?!"

"Hmm? You’re awake?!"

Li Guanyi saw a small tree had sprouted in front of him, Chen Chengbi looked at Li Guanyi, then at the old monk over there. The monk nodded: "It’s fine, their heads, filled with rocks, haven’t been washed with brainwash."

So, Chen Chengbi breathed a sigh of relief.

He laughed heartily: "Ha, good, good, come on, lad, try your hand with me."

Chen Chengbi stepped forward, and Li Guanyi backed away, drawing out his Battle Halberd.

As the two of them sparred, the old monk stood there, his left hand hanging, and his right hand holding a string of Buddha Beads, watching the tree in front of him grow, his gaze gentle and compassionate as he gently brushed the tree leaves with his palm.

The monk’s face wore a warm and peaceful expression.

He whispered in his heart:

"Honorable predecessors, ancestors, we meet again."

The smiling old monk stood there, looking at the newly sprouted seedling.

In a fleeting 60 years, the old monk in the great hall watched the little novice monk.

The wind came by, and the tree swayed slightly.

The old monk looked down, his eyes filled with even more kindness as he looked at Li Guanyi.

He withdrew his hand and said, "We’re not worried about moves. It seems little benefactor also possesses a strong body. However..." His hand moved, the string of Buddha Beads fell beside the pavilion, the old monk said, "Little benefactor, little benefactor."

Li Guanyi and Chen Chengbi stopped their spar.

The old monk stretched out his hand and pointed gently at the pavilion, speaking softly:

"Little benefactor, could you please fetch that string of Buddha Beads for the old monk?"

This was not a difficult task, and Li Guanyi agreed, of course; he went over to retrieve them. But the old monk’s action seemed too coincidental, the beads fell into a crevice, and Li Guanyi instinctively reached out to tap the crack, intending to stretch his fingers further inside.

A deep, rumbling sound.

Li Guanyi’s body shifted slightly, and he looked to the side.

This pavilion, he had lifted it with one hand by three feet!

Li Guanyi’s pupils shrank as he saw the pavilion seemed to tilt towards the mountain base. His actions changed instantly, turning the lifting into pressing, and with a thundering crash, the pavilion’s bluestone foundation was pressed down hard by three inches.

Although this pavilion was small, it was certainly no lightweight.

Chen Chengbi’s eyes widened, and he burst into loud laughter: "Good, good, good! Hahahaha, you can already press down a galloping horse with one hand, and that Iron Futu with a human and horse weighing thousands of pounds, you could carry it with both hands. "

"The Inner Qi of the Three-story Building is only one layer higher than yours, its strength lies in the enhancement of perception, yet your moves are predictive enough, with the disparity between the Inner Qi of the Third Layer Heaven and the Second Layer Heaven, it will be extremely difficult to suppress your brute force!"

"Steady!"

The old man celebrated mid-field.

Li Guanyi looked at his own palm, surprised that the synergy of Dragon Veins and Tiger Marrow with the Glazed Body could bring about such a massive transformation, merely relying on physical strength, without employing Dharma Form, he could achieve this feat.

With a weapon in hand, he could shatter the pavilion

A punch would crumble the bluestone into powder.

But lifting it with one hand was vastly different.

The old monk said, "Do not underestimate your opponent."

"Xu Huixiang is the grandson of the Sword Saint, the Martial Arts of the Sword Saint won’t be inferior to yours or mine, having been trained from a young age, who knows how many Divine Abilities and Absolute Skills he has mastered. Moreover, this is the first time you’re dueling with a Martial World expert, perhaps it will directly affect your reputation in the Martial World."

"We also had such a period in our days."

The old monk’s demeanor was gentle and nostalgic, as if those moments in the Martial World, exchanging chivalry, wielding swords and walking the world as proud youths, seemed like just yesterday.

The young warriors practicing Martial Arts, the chanting monks, the colonels studying military strategies, the beautiful and eccentric young girls, and the gentle and refined Taoists, they knew each other when they were young, they fought side by side in life and death, their mutual...

Leaning against an old pine tree in the mountains, Chen Chengbi laughed loudly: "Ah yes, that’s right."

"Your nickname as the Black Monk, I’ll remember for a lifetime."

"Hahahaha, like a lump of coal."

The living Buddha’s memories were interrupted.

The old monk who grew up in the Western Regions and even traveled to the Central Plains where he was almost sold, said calmly: "Your reputation as the Mad King wasn’t any less impressive."

The old man’s mouth twitched, and the living Buddha looked at him expressionless.

Then the two old men sighed as if feeling that bringing up the past in front of the young was not very becoming, so they chose not to mention it any further.

Such worries.

"Out of the few of us, only Zu Wenyuan’s reputation in the Martial World sounded good."