American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Master Yixiu was sitting, his robes neat, a smile on his face, his posture unchanged, and the Buddhist beads in his hand still turning one by one.

The explosion just now seemed like an illusion, but Qi Shan saw that among the thirteen prayer beads, one had turned into charcoal.

So that's how it is, a defensive magic treasure? This monk has so many treasures on him.

Jingjing was stunned for a moment, then burst into anger.

"What are you doing? Why did you suddenly attack and hurt someone?"

Before Qi Shan could speak, Master Yixiu waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, I was just sparring with Young Master Qi, but Young Master Qi, you were indeed a little impatient. I wasn't ready, and you smashed a fireball at me…"

"If your level isn't good, just say your level isn't good. Making excuses and quibbling is a bit too degrading. But you monks are hypocritical anyway, so it's not surprising!"

Taoist Priest Simu became happy, thinking that even he, a Taoist walking, was much stronger than the monk. At least he wasn't forced to use a magic treasure with just one move.

"What did you say?" Jingjing was about to defend him again, but as soon as she spoke, Lejia pulled her aside and whispered, "Don't join in the nonsense. They're just playing around. I saw it a long time ago. This Young Master Qi is not a simple person either. They're just sparring, but the methods are a bit scary. Let's just watch quietly from the side!"

Qi Shan had fought against people twice in a row, and the result was the same. It seemed that both Buddhist and Taoist teachings were not good at fighting people. As expected, they were spells for subduing demons and vanquishing evil.

Maoshan Taoism could still be understood; to maximize its power, one had to set up an altar and perform rituals.

Isn't a monk's power generally attributed to himself? This Master Yixiu is a bit strange.

But since he had already made a move, there was no need to hesitate.

Qi Shan faced his palm forward, made the same motion, and shouted, "Hado 63: Thunder Roar Cannon!"

Master Yixiu was shocked: "Why are you doing this again?"

The monk dodged to the side with a lazy donkey roll. An orange-yellow electric light flashed past, grazed the monk's sleeve, and smashed into the ground not far away.

The electric light exploded with a bang, earth and rocks flew, smoke and dust rose, and the electric light wandered around like a spirit snake, wreaking havoc for a few seconds before gradually dissipating.

The four people looked at the big pit together, their expressions somewhat sluggish.

"It can actually reach this level?"

Taoist Priest Simu was quite surprised. Although he knew that this person had not used his full strength during the sparring in the forest before, he did not expect that his moves could achieve such an effect.

What exactly is this kid's background? He has already launched two attacks just by moving his lips.

This time, Master Yixiu dodged in a disheveled manner and did not use Buddhist Dharma to resist, which made Qi Shan frown. His five fingers gradually separated, and he aimed at Master Yixiu and shouted, "Hado 88: Hiryu Gekizoku Shinten Raiho..."

"Wait, wait!"

Master Yixiu quickly waved his hand, and a hint of panic appeared on his face.

Qi Shan gradually dispersed the spirit particles gathered in his palm and asked, "Master, why are you calling a stop?"

"Why call a stop? If I didn't call a stop, his old life would have been lost in your hands!" Taoist Priest Simu wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes shining with strange light: "Good fellow, he's directly at number eighty-eight. If I'm not mistaken, the higher the serial number of your attack, the stronger the power, right?

The old monk couldn't withstand the attack of number sixty-something just now, and now it has become number eighty-something, he can't bear it even more. If he doesn't call a stop, he will be blown to pieces in the next second!"

Master Yixiu smiled bitterly, put his single hand on his chest, and whispered a Buddhist chant.

"The benefactor's methods are amazing, and I am far inferior. I just don't know, which family's methods are you using? Why is there no fluctuation of magic power, but the power is so great?"

Qi Shan found it a little funny in his heart. Although the two old guys were enemies, they were very tacit. As soon as Master Yixiu shouted a sentence, Taoist Priest Simu was able to naturally smooth things over for her. As for the other two little disciples, after experiencing the last explosion, they didn't dare to say anything anymore.

The two of them neatly and uniformly widened their eyes, opened their mouths, and grabbed their chests with both hands, staring blankly at Qi Shan, their brains probably stuck.

It seems that in a normal fight, Master Yixiu can withstand Hado 60 at most, then correspondingly, Bakkudo can only resist around number sixty.

His current combat power should be enough. Even if he faces the White Snake and the Green Snake, he should have a fighting chance.

If he encounters Fahai, he might still be a little short.

However, the advantages of Hado and Bakkudo are obvious, and the disadvantages are also obvious. Hado and Bakkudo are moves used against people. Like ancient gods and immortals, moving mountains and filling seas, chasing stars, and chasing the moon, these great supernatural powers cannot be done at all.

Thinking about the Legend of the White Snake, a white snake with a thousand years of cultivation can control the water to flood Jinshan. To what extent can the gods and Buddhas in the sky reach? It is already unimaginable.

Even if it is said that gods and Buddhas can open up a world on their own, Qi Shan might believe it.

It seems that this fight cannot continue.

Thinking of this, Qi Shan put his hands down and naturally put them behind his back, and said, "What I cultivate is a kind of spell called Hado, which mainly cultivates the soul power of people. When this power reaches a certain level and is released according to certain rules, it can attract the spiritual energy molecules in nature, and then form various kinds of spells!"

"So that's how it is, a cultivation method that uses the power of the soul. It's the first time I've heard of it!"

Master Yixiu shook his head.

Lejia quickly said, "Master, don't go. I've already made breakfast for you. Let's eat here! Jingjing, come and help!"

Without waiting for the monk to refuse, Lejia pulled Jingjing into the kitchen.

Taoist Priest Simu looked at the monk gloatingly: "What are you still standing there for? Are you stunned? Come in and eat, have a cup of tea first, ah, why am I in such a good mood?

Young Master Qi, I didn't break my word, did I? I really found you a master!"

Qi Shan said, "Master Yixiu is indeed a master, but…"

"But not enough to fight, not enjoyable enough to fight, right? It doesn't matter, you just live here with me and spar with him every now and then. This monk has a thin skin and is sometimes insincere. When you look for him, you only need to ask him a question, no matter whether he answers or not, just rush at him head-on. You don't have to give me face!"

Taoist Priest Simu feared that the world would not be in chaos, and his eyes were full of teasing as he looked at the monk.

The monk was shocked and quickly said, "Amitabha, please don't, I am not the benefactor's opponent!"

Qi Shan smiled as he watched the two quarreling and walked into the living room.