Arhat Fist, straight punch!
A more solid and clear Arhat's face exploded on his fist than when he was sparring with Lin Chuan on the martial arts field. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was open to the maximum. Even the cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows was clearly visible. The light golden energy wrapped around the fist was the flame created by Qi and Blood's power being compressed to the extreme and rubbed in the air.
Qin Tiexin punched later, but his punch was a full beat faster than Xiao Yan, arriving almost at the same time as Xiao Yan's punch.
When Xiao Yan's Hengsha Fist hit his right chest, five punches were superimposed. The first punch broke the monk's robe, the second punch hit the skin, the third punch penetrated the muscles, and the fourth punch started to shake the pulse. With the fifth punch, Qin Tiexin's chest muscles automatically contracted under the drive of Fire of Life, forcibly wrapping up the force of the fifth punch. The blood vessels under the skin bulged and subsided, leaving only a red mark as big as a fist.
And Qin Tiexin's Arhat Fist hit Xiao Yan firmly in front. Her fist was still on Qin Tiexin's chest, and her whole body was in a stiff moment when the old strength had just been exhausted and the new strength had not been regenerated.
She had no time to dodge, and could only watch as the Arhat's face pressed down on her.
The white jade bracelet on the wrist was automatically activated at the critical moment, and three layers of light golden spiritual power shields were instantly unfolded in front of Xiao Yan. The first layer, the second layer, and the third layer, the three crisp sounds almost overlapped together. The three layers of shields exploded like paper in front of Arhat Fist, and the white jade beads on the bracelet all cracked a thin slit, and the spiritual light suddenly extinguished.
Xiao Yan was hit by the punch and flew backwards.
She flipped half a circle in the air, and her back was about to hit the wall on the side of the main hall. A yellow shadow passed by, and Benhong used his big hands condensed with spiritual power to catch her figure steadily.
Xiao Yan staggered when his feet landed on the ground, and he coughed while holding his chest. There was no blood at the corners of his mouth, but there was no trace of blood on his face.
She is a disciple of Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, White Deer Academy in the inner courtyard, possesses Golden Core high-level martial arts, and the protective bracelet is the third-grade Law Artifact gifted by Brahma Sound Valley. The three layers of protective shields combined cannot block the punch of the one-armed monk in front of her.
Qin Tiexin took a step forward to pursue, but Benhong was already standing in front of Xiao Yan. The old monk's dark red Buddha beads turned in a circle on his fingertips, and a layer of faint golden Buddha light emerged within three feet of his body, covering Xiao Yan.
This is the prototype of monk Golden Core's domain. Qin Tiexin's left foot stepped on the edge of the golden Buddha's light, as if he had stepped into a pool of sticky mud, making it difficult to move forward even half an inch.
"Amitabha Buddha."
Benhong put his hands together and looked at Qin Tiexin, but there was a hint of surprise in those cloudy eyes.
This person????
At the same time, a hand gently pressed on Qin Tiexin's left shoulder, and Lin Boyuan was standing beside him at some point.
He looked at Benhong, the smile at the corner of his mouth was still hanging, but his eyes had returned to the calmness and coldness that a Golden Core monk should have. The main hall was so quiet that only Xiao Yan's suppressed breathing and the slight friction of the beads turning between Benhong's fingers were left.
Lin Wei and Lin Chuan stood side by side behind their father, one holding a pair of swords and the other pressing the hilt. Qin Tiexin still held his left fist, the golden energy on the fist surface had not completely dissipated, and a few rays of pale golden light leaked between the fingers.
A cool breath flows from Lin Boyuan's palms into Qin Tiexin's shoulders, along the meridians all the way up, through the neck, and slowly spreads in the mind. Qin Tiexin only felt that the nameless fire surging in his chest was doused by the coolness, like a red-hot iron quenched into cold water, and most of it was extinguished with a hiss. The remaining golden energy on the fist flashed twice and completely dissipated.
He looked down at his left fist and then at Xiao Yan, as if he had just come out of a big dream.
He could clearly remember everything that happened just now. Xiao Yan's whisper, rushing out of the shadows, blocking her way, forcing her to apologize, punching her hard and then punching her back.
Every decision was made by him without any trace of being controlled.
But it's really not like his usual character.
He is taciturn and reserved, and would not be so impulsive when encountering problems. Normally, he would not rush out on such occasions, nor would he deal with problems in this way.
Is it the bloody smell that fills the hall? Or is it something else?
But he didn't regret it. She called Lin Feng a waste and asked her to apologize. It was only natural and right.
"Marquis Lin, who is this?"
Benhong's eyes fell on Qin Tiexin. He was protecting Xiao Yan with one hand and twisting the prayer beads with the other hand. There was no hostility in those cloudy eyes, but rather some kind of exploration, curiosity, doubt, and even a hint of surprise.
He could see clearly just now that this monk was using Arhat Fist, the most basic Buddhist technique. The Arhat facial pattern on the fist was so solid that even the veins on the forehead and the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows were clearly distinguishable.
It is clearly recorded in the Buddhist scriptures that those who can solidify the Arhat facial patterns to this extent are either old monks who have been practicing this boxing for decades, or people who are born with a deep Buddhist heart and are highly compatible with Buddhist techniques.
But when the monk took action just now, he hadn't even reached the level of mastery. He didn't look like an old monk who had been practicing for decades at all. He had obviously just started practicing.
Benhong's eyes then narrowed, as if he wanted to see the young monk in front of him clearly.
Lin Boyuan turned to the side, blocking Benhong's sight, but the hand on Qin Tiexin's shoulder did not move away, and he said calmly, "One of my juniors."
He had no intention of continuing the introduction, and looked past Benhong and landed on Xiao Yan.
"Niece Xiao, I just heard you say that my son Lin Feng is a waste?"
Xiao Yan's face changed suddenly. Benhong didn't stand up for her as he imagined, and Lin Boyuan didn't mean to smooth things over. He just asked directly, and everyone's eyes were focused on her face.
She took a deep breath, and the broken back molars formed a small bump on her cheek. The livid color on her face had faded, and was replaced by a layer of carefully controlled calm.
"No, uncle misunderstood." She forced out a smile, the arc of which was adjusted just right, "Yan'er said... those four slaves are useless. That's right! They can't even hold the wooden plate stably, so we'll replace them when we get back."
Benhong looked away from Qin Tiexin, put his hands together, and bowed slightly towards Lin Boyuan.
"There will be a lot of trouble today, I'll say goodbye." She turned around and walked towards the door. Xiao Yan followed behind. The light pink lotus flower on her skirt was stained with sawdust splattered on the threshold, and she didn't bother to brush it away.
Before walking to the door, the voice of Lin Boyuan came out from the main hall.
"Niece Xiao, if you want to break off the engagement, ask Duke of Tranquil Peace to come in person."