Chapter 153: Battle in the Back Mountain
Murong Ji really couldn't tell what level Qiao Feng's fighting power had reached.

He exhaled slowly and asked someone to keep Duan Yu. There were not many people with good tempers, especially in this era. It was not easy to meet each other, so they had to get together properly.

People like Qiao Feng are rare in the world, and being able to fight with him is a chance.

As night approached, Murong Ji slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yang Yueman who was frowning and reading Buddhist scriptures, and said, "I'm going to go out for a while. You should go to bed early and don't have to wait for me."

Seeing Yang Yueman nod, Murong Ji pushed the door and walked out of the house, heading towards the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

The mountain behind Shaolin Temple is still an undeveloped mound. It seems that Shaolin Temple is planning to build something.

Murong Ji looked around but didn't see anyone. He thought he had arrived too early, so he was not in a hurry and slowly began to perform the palm technique, the Palm of Great Compassion.

He integrated all he had learned into this palm technique, and the power of this palm technique increased greatly, but he never encountered a difficult opponent.

Time passed little by little, Murong Ji's inner strength flourished, and he performed a few more rounds of palm techniques.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind him. "Brother Murong, you must have waited for a long time."

Murong Ji stopped the gesture, clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Brother Qiao."

Suddenly, Qiao Feng threw a wine bag over, "Open it and taste it. This is good wine! You can't buy it easily in Central Plains."

Murong Ji opened the wine bag, and the aroma of wine filled the air instantly. He took a sip, and the spicy taste of the wine filled his taste buds. It must be said that in this era, it is quite difficult to drink such wine.

He exhaled slowly, and his blood began to flow.

Murong Ji stretched lazily, put down the wine bag, and said, "Brother Qiao, can you help me?"

Qiao Feng was stunned and a little surprised. He didn't expect Murong Ji to be so anxious.

"it is good."

The two men walked forward for a distance to avoid accidentally spilling the wine.

"I've been wanting to fight you for a long time, Brother Qiao."

Qiao Feng was a little embarrassed. He had seen Duan Yu's Six Meridians Divine Sword before. According to Duan Yu, Murong Ji's attainments in Six Meridians Divine Sword were even higher than his.

It is truly a top-notch killing martial art.

"We'll stop here."

Murong Ji smiled, stopped talking and continued discussing martial arts.

The night was not too dark, with the moonlight shining down. Although I couldn't see the other person's expression, I could see their movements clearly.

"let's start."

As soon as Qiao Feng finished speaking, Murong Ji took the lead in striking out with his palm, the Palm of Great Compassion.

The palm print was majestic and grew larger and larger. Qiao Feng was a little surprised. Are you in such a hurry? ! He was no longer polite and used an unknown move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to directly disperse the palm power.

"Brother Murong Ji, this move of mine is focused on breaking through the enemy's defenses, so be careful."

After breaking the palm print, the dragon-shaped internal force directly hit Murong Ji. It was called dragon-shaped, but in fact it was a long strip of palm force pulled out by the internal force.

It twisted and turned, and the friction with the air made waves of sound like a dragon's roar. The night air was cold, and the dragon's roar was even more cold and murderous.

Murong Ji turned his body, taking on the palm force and drawing it around his body. His left and right hands moved forward and backward, unleashing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Great Compassion Palm.

"Be careful!" Murong Ji reminded. He had a sinister personality and a ruthless fighting style, always emphasizing a two-pronged approach.

In addition to testing, two moves were launched simultaneously, one in front and one behind. If you are not careful, you will really suffer a great loss.

After Qiao Feng defeated his own palm power, he hurriedly avoided Murong Ji's second palm.

"call!"

The palm wind blew past, and no one knew where it would fall, only a muffled sound was heard.

After testing each other, the two moved together at an extremely fast speed and were in front of each other in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Feng was the first to strike out with a palm strike. The power of his palm was vigorous, but it was the style of the Shaolin Temple's Vajra Palm, which was powerful, fierce, domineering and tyrannical.

Looking at it in the moonlight, it seemed as if the space was squeezed.

Murong Ji's expression remained unchanged. He neither dodged nor evaded, and he attacked with the Palm of Great Compassion with all his strength.

"boom!"

The energy around the two men dissipated and quickly dispersed around them. The remaining palm power broke the bare tree trunks and blew down the surrounding weeds.

The ground beneath their feet collapsed by nearly half a meter in an instant.

Just from this one palm, both sides knew the opponent's strength. Both sides retreated three steps and stopped. They did not pursue each other, but looked at each other to give the other time to adjust their bodies.

After all, it's not a life-and-death fight.

Murong Ji's face was solemn. Qiao Feng was indeed a tough opponent, unlike Xu Zhu and Duan Yu.

Qiao Feng's internal strength was built up bit by bit by himself, and his foundation is extremely solid. Now he is in his thirties, which is the best age in his life.

His energy and blood are vigorous, so if nothing unexpected happens, he can go up a little further.

The next moment, Murong Ji took the lead and no longer hid his skills. He used the Six Meridians Divine Sword to fight the enemy. The sword energy moved around and the speed was not fast, but the power was not small.

Qiao Feng's palm power was slapped out with each strike, and waves of dragon roars were heard. The powerful force surrounded him, blocking Murong Ji's room for struggle.

Murong Ji held his breath, and for every palm strike from Qiao Feng, he returned it with the Fighting Stars Shifting Technique.

He incorporated Tianshan Zhemei's grappling techniques into the attack, and was no longer as short of energy as before when dealing with this kind of dragon-like moves.

Qiao Feng looked at Murong Ji's figure, which seemed like an iron turtle that could not be penetrated and felt very uncomfortable. Even with Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, he could not break Murong Ji's defense at all.

[In that case, let’s change the moves.] Qiao Feng’s hands surged, as if he was sliding on the seawater. The posture was not good-looking, but the power of this move was not small.

"Ouch!"

"hold head high!"

Two dragon roars, deafening sounds, suddenly burst out from under Murong Ji's feet. Two powerful energy forces, brought about by wind force, were like a tornado.

Like a flying dragon rising into the sky.

Murong Ji was very good at light work and dodged quickly, but unfortunately, the wind created by the two qi energies blew him away.

His feet were more than ten feet off the ground, with nowhere to gain leverage. Murong Ji panicked subconsciously for a moment, but then he reacted and quickly steadied himself.

One careless move and you will lose the opportunity.

Next, the two Qi forces choked each other. The strong wind made Murong Ji unable to keep his balance and he kept floating in the air.

[TMD, I would believe this if you said it was magic! This is beyond the scope!]

Murong Ji gritted his teeth secretly. The two energies were like two real dragons. The twisted wind force seemed to tear him into pieces.

Murong Ji calmed his mind, and as he raised his sword and pointed it, two 'dragon heads' suddenly rushed towards him.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he activated his internal strength. The sword finger showed a sharp edge.

He used all his strength to launch a sword, and the next moment, Murong Ji felt as if he was hit by a large truck running at full speed, and his whole body was in pain.

Murong Ji tried his best to steady his body, pointed his sword forward, and suddenly mobilized all his internal strength.

"brush"

In an instant, the raging energy dissipated, and the wind slowly stopped. Murong Ji felt tired and light-headed.

The next moment, he realized instantly that he was falling, and quickly adjusted his body. When he was close to the ground, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi instantly relieved the impact of the fall.

He supported himself on the soft ground with his palms, rolled over, and used the force of his palms to directly send the impact force towards Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng took a step forward, opened his arms, and just rushed forward, like a ram making a desperate struggle after hitting a fence, and the power of his palms was suddenly unleashed.

"hold head high!"

"boom!"

The two collided, and the energy instantly rushed in all directions.

Murong Ji was thrown back and forth several times, and he held on to the ground tightly to avoid being blown away by the force of the energy.

"Cough, cough, ugh." His mouth was full of dirt, and the smell of dirt was not tasty at all. Murong Ji knew without looking that he was in a very miserable state at the moment.

He was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his internal strength was exhausted, and his whole body ached. If a top-notch master came along, he could kill him.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound from the other side. He looked up and saw no one was there. Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, "Brother Qiao?!"

No one responded.

Murong Ji's face changed and he immediately turned over, staggered, and fell headfirst to the ground.

After taking a while, he managed to get up, "Brother Qiao?"

"Qiao Feng!"

Murong Ji drew the sword from his back, leaned on it and walked forward, looking around in the moonlight.

"Qiao Feng!"

"Ahem! Pah! Pah!"

Hearing the sound, Murong Ji breathed a sigh of relief. When he walked over, he found that half of Qiao Feng's body was buried under the ground.

Murong Ji cleared the dirt off his body and asked, "Brother Qiao, are you okay?"

At this moment, he was too exhausted to take Qiao Feng's pulse, so he simply took out a Nine-Turn Bear Snake Pill and stuffed it into Qiao Feng's mouth. Then he collapsed beside Qiao Feng, continuing to gasp for breath.

"What a pity, there is no more wine." Qiao Feng murmured.

Murong Ji didn't care. He didn't like drinking and thought that stuff was not tasty.

"Here comes the wine!"

Xu Zhu and Duan Yu ran out from somewhere, each holding a jar of wine, and walked towards them.

The two of them looked up, and when Xu Zhu and Duan Yu arrived in front of them, they forced themselves to sit up.

Only then did he realize that behind Duan Yu was Zhu Danchen, who was carrying a table on his back and holding two lanterns in his hands.

Xu Zhu and Duan Yu tidied up the surrounding land, waited for Zhu Danchen to set the table, light the lamps, and then put a table of wine and food on it.

Looking around, there were countless rustling noises in the dark jungle.

Murong Ji's face darkened and he glanced around. There were only broken walls and ruins. Half of the outer wall of Shaolin Temple had been collapsed by them.

Fires gradually lit up around him, layer after layer. In the firelight, he saw Deng Baichuan and others, as well as the people from the Murong family.

Only then did Murong Ji realize that the land around them had been turned upside down and the mound was completely destroyed.

Murong Ji glanced at Qiao Feng and exclaimed sincerely, "Brother Qiao is truly a master of martial arts! The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is unrivaled in the world."

Qiao Feng smiled awkwardly, "Brother Murong's kung fu is not bad either. In that situation, he was able to fight his way out and fight back. I have already lost."

Murong Ji didn't believe a word of it. He just noticed that there were people watching around him.

(End of this chapter)