The Road to Becoming a Son-in-Law

Chapter 65 S-Rank Strength

Ignoring what the people around him thought, this one sound alone proved that the old bald monk in front of him was stronger than the Xuan Sha from last time.

It will probably be difficult to deal with.

His heart sank suddenly.

The monk was wearing a pair of white cloth shoes and strode forward.

One step, two steps, three steps... The internal energy emanated from his feet, and the shockwaves swept all the tables, chairs, and dishes that had been placed on the tables to the ground.

Furthermore, the fact that all the tables and chairs were being moved back created more space for the two to confront each other.

These upper-class figures in Jiangnan all knew a little about martial arts, but they had never witnessed such a grand scene before. They felt that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and they could die without regrets.

Some, fearing for their lives, quickly left the scene so that more people could come in to watch.

Just like Old Master Mu who learned that Fu Zheng had brought people to cause trouble.

He used a cane instead of a wheelchair, and as he slowly walked out, everyone made way for him, after all, this was the Mu family's territory.

"His internal strength is indeed much deeper than that guy's last time." Chen Feng took a step back, relieved of the pressure, and smiled slowly.

He remained calm and composed.

Seeing this, the old monk stared intently at him with his large, copper-bell-like eyes and replied expressionlessly, "Amitabha, benefactor, you are young but possess profound skills. You are destined to be a prodigy in the future."

"And then?" These old guys like to tell only half the story, leaving the other half unsaid. Chen Feng knew this trick all too well.

really……

"But unfortunately, you've already put the future before you!"

At that moment, the old monk closed his eyes and then opened them again; the killing intent in his eyes was no longer as concealed as before.

His aura changed drastically. Even those who were not cultivators could clearly feel that Monk Kai had become a different person, transforming from a living Buddha who saved all sentient beings into a murderous Asura!

A strange piece of wood appeared in his hand, and the moment he grasped the stick, he became lively.

All the onlookers saw was him leaping high into the air, and a seemingly ordinary but exquisitely skillful staff technique brought down on their heads!

"Bang!" His stick missed its mark and struck the ground, instantly cracking the floor like a spider web. Everyone had no doubt about its power; if this weren't the first floor, it probably would have pierced through the floorboards!

They swallowed hard, their eyes following Chen Feng's figure, only to see that he still looked as nonchalant as ever.

He was about to lose his life, yet he remained so calm and composed.

Many people admire Chen Feng's fearlessness in the face of death.

"They chant 'Amitabha Buddha' all they want, but when it comes to beating people up, they show no mercy." Chen Feng's sarcastic remark hit the nail on the head, each word piercing the heart. "I say, have you guys set up a fake Shaolin? How come you're so demonic?"

"Stop being so arrogant!" Chen Feng was not injured in either of their two encounters, which made the old monk's face turn ashen.

He brandished the stick in his hand and turned back to launch another fierce attack.

This time, Chen Feng finally stopped dodging and weaving.

Golden light shone brightly beneath his feet, and the Yin-Yang Wheel was visible to the naked eye.

The old monk was startled. Unlike Xuan Sha, he was not reckless. When he saw this scene, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. When he looked at Chen Feng, his eyes seemed to be shining with a sharp golden light.

"Heaven is divided into Yin and Yang, and all things return to one. Buddha's Jade Hand!"

Although his tone was serious, Chen Feng wore a provocative smile, especially when he saw the old monk cautiously stop. He beckoned to him with his finger: "What are you afraid of? Didn't you say I was arrogant?"

The old monk's forehead veins bulged.

If he was so focused when he was chanting Amitabha Buddha before, he is now just as easily provoked.

He immediately began chanting incantations, and one by one, characters resembling spells floated from his mouth, tightly enveloping his body like a protective shield of qi.

He stepped forward with his staff, exuding a fierce and imposing aura, but Chen Feng actually managed to block it when he brought it down.

The overwhelming force caused Chen Feng's movements to pause slightly, and the old monk's face flushed red, his eyes regaining their murderous intent.

"Arrogant! You actually dared to take this blow from my bare hands! I bet your hands are already useless!"

Chen Feng grinned, looking puzzled. "Old bald monk, you've got some real strength. But I remember your Shaolin Temple is all about using minimal force to overcome great strength. Are you a copycat?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the old monk realized that Chen Feng had actually grabbed the stick in his hand. Looking at his hand, it seemed to be protected by a thin layer of golden light, and it was so agile that it did not look like it had been injured in the slightest.

"How is that possible?" the old monk exclaimed in astonishment.

“There are plenty of things you think are impossible!” Chen Feng retorted sarcastically, his Buddha-like hand following closely behind his stick.

The old monk sensed Chen Feng's skillful technique and saw through his intentions, and immediately flew into a rage: "You want to take my stick! Then let's see if my stick agrees!"

The monk was incredibly strong; he grabbed the stick with one hand, almost throwing Chen Feng away.

Chen Feng didn't argue with him and quickly let go. Looking at the old monk again, his robe burst open, revealing that he was clearly in his seventies or eighties, but his exposed bronze muscles were so firm that they were enviable.

"Boy, accept your fate!"

Sensing the old monk's aura suddenly surge, Chen Feng cursed inwardly.

This old monk actually had a trump card up his sleeve!

His skill level increased dramatically by a generation!

Seeing the monk leap over, he finally stopped teasing him. The golden light of the Yin-Yang Disc beneath his feet intensified. Just as the old monk leaped high into the air and brought his staff down on his head, he solemnly thrust out a palm: "Heavenly Dao Palm!"

boom!

The clash of internal forces directly affected the hotel's chandelier, causing it to fall and crash.

The crowd was frightened and scattered out of the room.

With no one watching, Old Master Mu and his son Fu Zheng had no choice but to step aside.

The magnificent ceiling was smashed down by someone, and the old monk's strong body fell down, but he immediately stood up and wiped away a mouthful of blood.

Looking at Chen Feng again, he staggered back several steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth from internal injuries.

"This boy cannot be allowed to live!" With such strength, if he is not eliminated today, he will surely become a great calamity in the future!

"Damn it, I haven't even thought about letting you go yet!"

Chen Feng smiled fiercely, wiping the blood from his mouth. Like a wolf that had tasted blood, his fighting spirit only intensified!

The two clashed again, and the fat cat jumped into Mu Qianxue's arms with meows. Mu Qianxue and Grandpa Mu were extremely nervous. As for Fu Zheng, the longer the fight dragged on, the more uneasy he felt.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce battle, a black Hummer appeared outside the hotel once again, and among the people who got out were, surprisingly, faces that Chen Feng recognized... Wang En.

The other person was Lu Tianzhang.

"President, S-rank spiritual energy is gathered here!"

The two were actually just passing by. Wang En glanced at his measuring watch and then had Lu Tianzhang change his route.

The two men's expressions turned slightly serious.

"This Jiangnan region truly is a place where hidden talents abound," Lu Tianzhang remarked softly, then strode inside.