Chapter 1233

Liaokong appears very young; no matter how one looks at him, he seems no older than forty, perhaps even in his twenties. However, one must know that he has not made a move in thirty years, and thirty years ago, he was already one of the top experts in the world.

His true age is definitely not what his appearance suggests.

In this world, many sects possess techniques that can preserve one's youthful appearance, so it is difficult to judge a person's true age by their looks.

Beyond his age, Liaokong's features are also remarkably handsome and refined. His build is slender and graceful, his nose straight, giving him a distinct personality. The curved arc of his upper lip and his slightly upturned lower lip further accentuate an indescribable charm. Set upon his lean face, it is both extremely pleasing to the eye and carries an air of carefree ease. His jaw is broad and thick, and his bright, handsome face possesses a radiant, divine light that transcends the mundane. His demeanor is neither weak nor arrogant, but rather something that makes one feel "580" comfortable and natural.

What makes him unforgettable at first glance is his pair of deep, unfathomable eyes, which can make anyone feel both that they cannot measure his depth and that they dare not underestimate him.

At this moment, he is holding a massive bronze bell weighing at least several hundred jin in one hand, standing quietly in the middle of the plaza. If one observes closely, one will find that his position is exactly on the central axis of Su Xuan's path forward.

This is by no means a coincidence; it is something Liaokong did intentionally.

Upon seeing the other party, Su Xuan pauses for a moment, having guessed who this monk before him is.

"Although your strength is not bad, having stayed in front of the He's Jade for so long, you are still affected by its strange power. At this moment, you have not yet completely shaken off the influence of the He's Jade, yet you rashly exert your internal energy to try and stop me. For the sake of the He's Jade, you are truly willing to sacrifice everything!"

"Are you not afraid that decades of cultivation will be ruined in a single day?"

Facing Liaokong, Su Xuan speaks eloquently, without any hint of fear.

Xu Ziling, following behind Su Xuan, has witnessed Su Xuan strolling through the Jingnian Zen Temple as if entering an empty land. Now, seeing Liaokong make a move, he is also struck with sudden shock.

Then, he looks with a solemn gaze at Liaokong, who is blocking Su Xuan's path.

Liaokong holds the bronze bell with one hand and points to his mouth with the other.

He does not answer Su Xuan's words.

Su Xuan understands, "That's right, you practice the Zen of Silence and have no way to answer my words. Then, make your move!"

"In any case, your attitude of wanting to stop me has already been revealed, hasn't it?"

As soon as Su Xuan says this, the many warrior monks who were lying on the ground, injured by Su Xuan's gaze, simultaneously have their expressions change slightly, their minds shaken.

Is the Zen Master about to make a move?

One must know, he has not fought anyone for a full thirty years.

After Su Xuan's words are spoken, Liaokong still does not move.

A disdainful smile curls at the corner of Su Xuan's mouth, "Pretending to be mysterious!"

That's right, in his view, Liaokong is purely putting on an act. What is there to act about? It's as if you think you are better than me.

In the Qin world, Su Xuan saw many people who liked to put on airs. The leader among them naturally had to be Donghuang Taiyi. Donghuang Taiyi could be said to have turned the act of playing god into an instinct, maintaining the demeanor of an expert at all times. He even went so far that one could not see his true face, and to maintain his expert persona, he even abandoned his original name, using the name of a deity to refer to himself.

Of course, Su Xuan also likes to put on airs sometimes.

But just because he does it doesn't mean he likes others playing mysterious in front of him.

He is not going to indulge Liaokong.

Carrying the He's Jade in one hand, he continues to move forward.

Seeing this, Xu Ziling slows his pace. If it were earlier, he would definitely have chosen to follow behind Su Xuan and leave the Jingnian Zen Temple, but now it is different; Liaokong has already made a move, so it is better to slow down.

As Su Xuan continues to step forward, Liaokong seems to become a bit angry, and the bronze bell he is holding in his hand suddenly begins to vibrate.

Clang! Clang!

A crisp sound echoes, transforming into sound waves that sweep toward Su Xuan. These sound waves are pervasive; the warrior monks on the ground around them, hearing this sound, also find their blood and Qi surging, their complexions changing, enduring immense pain.

But Liaokong has no other choice; to stop Su Xuan, he can only use such means.

"Petty tricks!"

Su Xuan spits out these four words. Even though he who has come to this world is not his true self, and his strength is not even one percent of his true self, with the blessing of the sentient beings' wishes within the He's Jade, and having condensed a body of faith using Earthly Fiend Dao arts, this body of his is like a deity—his spirit is one with the Dao, and he is one with heaven and earth. Compared to so-called Grandmasters, he can more easily wield the power of heaven and earth.

With a single thought from Su Xuan, the massive power of heaven and earth transforms into several tangible Qi swords.

The Qi swords fly through the air.

Whether it is Liaokong, Xu Ziling behind Su Xuan, or Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling lurking in the shadows not far away, they only see a flash of white light.

The massive bronze bell in Liaokong's hand shatters in an instant, turning into countless fragments.

Liaokong's figure sways and flies backward, narrowly avoiding the impact of the bell fragments. Even so, the sword Qi released by the Qi swords still touches his body, leaving several gashes on his moon-white monk's robe, from which bright red blood slowly seeps out.

"Liaokong, injured?!"

Ba Fenghan watches this scene, his mind reeling, shocked beyond measure.

Although he is a Turk, in order to challenge the Martial Venerable Bi Xuan, before coming to the Central Plains to hone his martial arts, he had learned about many experts in the Central Plains, and he had heard of Liaokong's reputation.

He had expected that if Liaokong met this person, it would be a fierce battle and that this person would fall into a disadvantageous position. As a result, he did not expect that in a single encounter, Liaokong would be injured, and the bronze bell held in Liaokong's hand would also be smashed into fragments by the other party.