The Prajna Palm is indeed powerful, and it makes Wang Xiyao's bones feel a little numb and it's quite comfortable.

Wang Xiyao said: "The power is good. How many times have you used? Your palm power cannot kill me."

Murong Bo's pupils shrank and he said in horror: "Impossible. How can you bear my palm power without any injury? What magical skills have you practiced?"

Wang Xiyao put his hands together and said calmly, "I said, I don't understand boxing, footing, and martial arts skills, nor have I practiced murderous skills. I just recite scriptures, mantras, and mantras every day. I practice morality and attain purity and inaction; Sakyamuni practices cause and effect and attains supreme enlightenment; Bodhidharma practices meditation and attains enlightenment. They do not understand martial arts and cannot kill skills, so I am the same."

Cultivating morality, causality, and meditation are all for the purpose of obtaining great wisdom. Having wisdom is equivalent to having supernatural powers.

Murong Bo said angrily: "What an arrogant boy. What a thing you are worthy of being compared with the Taoist Buddha? I want to see how many puns you can get!"

Murong Bo would never believe Wang Xiyao's words. He believed that Wang Xiyao had practiced some secret magic skills.

It is unknown whether it is the Yi Jin Jing, the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, or the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art.

Murong Bo's eyes were filled with greed. No matter what magical skills Wang Xiyao had practiced, he would force Wang Xiyao to hand it over.

Bang bang bang...

The thick and pure palm force kept hitting Wang Xiyao.

Wang Xiyao remained motionless as a mountain, still motionless, closed his eyes and allowed Murong Bo to attack wildly.

Murong Bo roared, and a palm that gathered all the internal strength of his body hit Wang Xiyao.

Bang!

Wang Xiyao was beaten back by the huge palm force. His internal organs were shaken, and Wang Xiyao spit out a mouthful of blood.

When he landed on the ground, Wang Xiyao stood up straight again, his face was rosy and his eyes were bright, not as if he was injured.

Wang Xiyao achieved the effect of easy muscles and marrow cleaning by chanting scriptures, and his physical fitness was too strong. This injury was not harmful to him, and he could recover after two days of rest.

On the contrary, Murong Bo was a little panting: "Boy, you were finally injured. I almost really thought you were indestructible and had an immortal body. Wang Xiyao, hand over the secret magic skills you practiced, and I will not kill you anymore."

Wang Xiyao wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Your martial arts have not improved much compared to eight years ago. I just stand and let you fight, and you can't kill me. Your last palm consumes all your internal energy. Your character is not good, and your martial arts is not good. When you are old, don't fight and kill again. Go home and take your grandson."
Chapter completed!