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Wang Yan's left hand shot out like a bolt of lightning and went straight for the wine jar. However, Monk Chaohua seemed to have expected this. He slapped the table with his palm, and the wine jar instantly spun and spun towards him. Wang Yan's gaze immediately focused when he saw this, and then he moved his left hand and lightly slapped forward.
Puff, puff, puff …
Several soft sounds were heard, and it was a series of five Sword Qi from Wang Yan's palm. They attacked the Beggar Monk from the left and right sides of the wine jar. Seeing this, the Beggar Monk raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, and the Sword Qi immediately disappeared like clay oxen entering the sea.
At the same time, when the Sword Qi failed, Wang Yan heard a thunderous sound from under the table. It was the Beggar Monk's leg that quickly kicked toward his lower body.
The Beggar Monk's move was similar to the lower body move that Xia He had used when he was fighting against Wang Yan in "Don't Dare to Get Drunk". However, the difference in cultivation and strength between the two was like heaven and earth. Wang Yan was able to restrain Xia He's leg technique with the movement of his legs, but when facing the Beggar Monk, he did not dare to be careless. After all, he had never practiced lower body kungfu.
Thus, the moment the sound came from under the table, Wang Yan's foot tapped against the ground. His butt didn't leave the bench, but as his entire body flew backwards, the bench lifted him off the ground and spun in the air. In the next instant, a crescent moon shaped purple light shot out from under the table. After passing under Wang Yan's bench, it struck the large pillar of the restaurant. The Beggar Monk could actually use his feet to release Gang Qi, which showed his lower body kungfu!
Boom …
A loud explosion rang out, and as wood chips flew in all directions, a half-foot-deep dent was left on the roof beam that required a person to wrap his arms around it. The entire pillar immediately began to shake, and the roof beam of the restaurant also let out a cracking sound, looking like it was about to collapse.
Seeing this, Wang Yan laughed and said, "Dirty monk, if you collapse this restaurant, you won't be able to pay for it even if you sell yourself."
As he spoke, Wang Yan spun and landed on the ground with the bench. At the moment he turned around, he struck forward with his right hand.
Whoosh!
A sword chime rang out, and as green light flashed, several sword energies that were as thin as silk tore through the air. Beggar Monk's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this. Then, he raised his hands and rolled up his sleeves at the same time. As his sleeves fluttered, streams of purple light appeared from the cuffs of his sleeves. They spun along the edges of his sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, Beggar Monk swung his arms to the left and right.
Boom, boom …
There were several explosions, and the ground beside the Beggar Monk was splashed with gravel, and a few small holes appeared. On the other side, a few lanterns outside the window exploded in the air. This guy had deflected the Sword Qi shot out by Wang Yan.
"Heaven and Earth in the Sleeve!"
Looking at the Beggar Monk's method, Wang Yan finally realized that this guy had used one of the most powerful techniques of the Garan Monastery, Heaven and Earth in the Sleeve. It was said that this technique specialized in the Way of Deflecting. The so-called Way of Deflecting referred to methods such as borrowing force to fight force, resisting force, and reversing Gang Qi. It could deflect other people's Qi and even Gang Qi, and even use it for one's own use. This kind of technique was really mysterious and unparalleled. It was a pity that no one in the Garan Monastery had ever practiced this technique in the past few decades, probably because it was too difficult. Unexpectedly, the Beggar Monk had learned it.
"Good eye."
The Beggar Monk chuckled. After he finished speaking, he immediately opened his mouth and took a deep breath like a whale taking in water. The wine jar on the table that was originally turning towards him suddenly sped up. As the wine jar spun, a small water column shot out like a swimming dragon, drilling into the Beggar Monk's mouth.
This guy's Heaven and Earth in the Sleeve could be said to be unparalleled in defense, and his lower body skills were more stable than Wang Yan's. In this small space, he had the upper hand. Perhaps he thought he had won, but how could Wang Yan admit defeat?
Pa.
Wang Yan's left hand grabbed the corner of the table by the window. Then, with a burst of Qi, his left hand pushed outwards. With a 'boom', the entire table was flipped away by Wang Yan. The wine jar on the table flew to the side along with the table. As a result, the water column that was sucked out of the wine jar was broken. As the wine spilled everywhere, the Beggar Monk looked at Wang Yan with a dumbfounded expression. "You …"
The Beggar Monk really did not expect Wang Yan to flip the table. Such a method was really too rude. However, before he could finish his words, his hair stood on end. Probably because there was no more cover between him and Wang Yan, when the table was flipped away, Wang Yan used his left hand to form a sword and pointed at the Beggar Monk like a storm.
In an instant, the space between the two was filled with the afterimages of Wang Yan's fingers. If that was all, it would not be a big deal. However, as the afterimages of the fingers attacked like a storm, the entire restaurant in the Beggar Monk's eyes turned into a sea of blood. The customers, waiters, and innkeepers all turned into bloody corpses. The long street outside the window was also filled with blood. The entire world had turned into a sea of blood in an instant.
"Nine Forms of Blood Sword!"
The Beggar Monk could not help but exclaim. He understood that Wang Yan was using his fingers as a sword. He was using the ultimate skill of the Aojian Villa.
In the next instant, the Beggar Monk didn't hesitate at all. His hands were already covered in purple light, and then he retracted his hands into his sleeves. Rings of purple light spread out on his sleeves, and soon after, his sleeves were like a raging gale, spinning rapidly in the face of the oncoming finger shadows.
Buzz buzz buzz …
With a series of strange sounds, the afterimages of the sword aura seemed to be absorbed into the sleeves of the Beggar Monk. There was no movement at all. However, as more and more afterimages entered the sleeves, the sleeves of the Beggar Monk gradually expanded. The circles of purple light on the sleeves also expanded and shrank, as if they were about to split open.
"I'm done playing."
When the last few afterimages entered the sleeves, the Beggar Monk immediately shouted. Then, he flung his sleeves at Wang Yan as if he was holding a hot potato. However, before he could fling his sleeves out, there were a few soft sounds. The sleeves on his hands were torn apart. Then, there was a series of explosive sounds. His sleeves were blown into pieces. The air between the two of them also emitted a series of explosive sounds. The rippling airwaves caused Wang Yan's hair to flutter.
"You're shameless."
When the aftermath of the explosion had dissipated, the Beggar Monk raised his smooth, jade-like arm and pointed at Wang Yan with a face full of indignation. Even though this fellow's Universe Within the Sleeve had been broken by the Blood Shadow Waterfall, he did not suffer any injuries. The might of the Universe Within the Sleeve could be seen from this. It should be known that this was the Blood Shadow Waterfall that Wang Yanyun had used up half of her inner energy to activate with sword qi after successfully cultivating the sword embryo. Even though she did not use her full strength, its might was a notch higher than the Blood Shadow Waterfall that she had used against Rao Yu previously.
This Beggar Monk was dirty from head to toe, but his arms were as white as jade. It seemed that the Universe in the Sleeve was all on his arms. Wang Yan was very interested in this ultimate technique, but it was a pity that this was the ultimate technique of the Sangharama Temple. How could it be passed on to outsiders? Therefore, he did not want to probe further. He only smiled and said, "Did I go back on my word?"
As he spoke, Wang Yan turned around slightly and extended his left hand to his right. The wine jar fell from the sky and landed right in his hand. Then, Wang Yan raised his eyebrows at the Beggar Monk in a provocative manner. Then, with a loud laugh, he tilted his head back and poured the wine in the jar into his mouth.
Wang Yan was indeed not shameless. Although he flipped the table, after using the Blood Shadow Waterfall, he used his right hand to send out soft threads of Gang Energy. Using a method similar to capturing the dragon and controlling the crane, he caught the flying table through the air. To put it bluntly, he used the soft threads of Gang Energy to wrap around the corner of the table. It was the same as reaching out and grabbing the table.
And when the Beggar Monk caught the Blood Shadow Waterfall, he controlled the soft threads of Gang Energy to tilt the table slightly. The wine jar on the table naturally slid down the table. He reached out and caught it firmly. How could this be considered shameless?
"Satisfying!"
After drinking a mouthful of wine, Wang Yan felt carefree. At the same time, his right hand controlled the soft threads of Gang Energy to return the table between the two of them. It was as if everything had returned to its original state.
Seeing this, the Beggar Monk's expression fluctuated. His eyes flickered. In the end, this guy waved his hand and said, "Forget it. In any case, it looks like I can't beat you. This time, it's your win."
As he spoke, this guy stood up, cupped his fists, and bowed to Wang Yan in a rather formal manner. He said, "Yuan Tong admits defeat."
Yuan Tong was the Buddhist name of the Beggar Monk. This guy's formal action made Wang Yan feel good. Although this person looked unruly and unrestrained on the outside, his heart was frank and open. This kind of person could indeed be called a true person.
Wang Yan also immediately stood up, cupped his fists, and returned the greeting. He said, "Thank you for letting me win."
In this way, the two of them could be considered to have competed. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Beggar Monk admitted defeat, and the superior one was clear.
However, after this formality, the Beggar Monk revealed his true colors. He sat down and said, "What a loss, a great loss. When I return to the temple, I'm afraid I'll be grounded by the old monk for half a year. This won't do. Old Wang, you have to treat me to a big meal. Otherwise, I'll only be able to eat vegetables and tofu in the temple for the next half a year. That will really suffocate me to death."
When Wang Yan heard this, he smiled slightly, and then shouted, "Bring the wine and meat."
Not long after, a table full of wine and meat was served. The innkeeper took the golden beans that Wang Yan had casually thrown out and carefully retreated. Wang Yan didn't say much, nor did he look down on the Beggar Monk. The two of them exchanged cups and ate to their heart's content. Seeing this, Guibo nodded in satisfaction.
The two of them ate to their heart's content. When it was almost evening, the Beggar Monk walked out of the restaurant with his arm around Wang Yan's shoulder. This guy seemed to have drunk too much. His steps were unsteady, and he staggered with each step. Fortunately, he was holding onto Wang Yan.
"Old Wang, we don't get to know each other without a fight. It's rare that you don't look down on me. Although you don't say much, I can see that you're sincere in making friends with me. I don't want to care about the grudges of the older generation, and I'm too lazy to care. Anyway, you're my friend.
I will remember today's meal in my heart. Don't worry, as long as I go back and accept the old monk's punishment, when I return to Jianghu in the future, I will definitely take you to eat all the delicacies in the Northern Continent. Then, I will make a few jars of the Pure Moon Sect's secret brew 'Green Rainbow' for you to try. "
The Beggar Monk bragged. Not mentioning other things, the Pure Moon Sect's' Green Rainbow 'was said to be a secret spiritual wine obtained from the Tianyuan Holy Island. Drinking it had the effect of purifying one's inner force. A few jars? It would be good if he could get two or three cups.
However, Wang Yan didn't mind and just said, "Okay."
The Beggar Monk laughed and said, "Old Wang, don't think that I'm bragging. Let me tell you, there are beauties, beauties that I like the most. On the third day of the sixth month next year, Mistress Ruan of the Phoenix Perching Pavilion will come to the Northern Continent's Long Cloud City to perform for three days. You must come. Let's work together and enjoy beauties, wine, and food to our heart's content. "
As he spoke, the Beggar Monk stood still and reached out a hand. He looked at Wang Yan with a burning gaze. Wang Yan smiled and reached out his own hand. When the two of them clasped their hands together, the two of them said in unison, "It's a deal!"
When he finished speaking, the two of them threw their heads back and laughed. When the laughter stopped, the beggar monk tapped his foot on the ground and drifted off into the distance under the afterglow of the setting sun, leaving only his voice behind.
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