"What is your cultivation level?"
Not to mention Monk Mingxin, even Master Jingkong was stunned and astonished when he found that his palm was caught by Ye Feng.
He had used 80% of his strength in the last palm strike. According to his estimation, even an early Heaven level cultivator would not be able to withstand it.
But Ye Feng took such a fierce attack so casually, which almost made him doubt that Ye Feng's cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Heavenly Level. But such a young person in the middle stage of the Heavenly Level, even the top geniuses in the ancient martial arts world did not have such progress.
"What Great Compassion Palm? It seems ordinary to me..."
Ye Feng chuckled and said nothing. He raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "You give me a palm strike, and I will give you one in return. This palm strike of mine is called the Fly Slapping Palm. It was created by me when I got inspiration from slapping a fly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng moved his wrist slightly, and with his left hand he performed the first move of the Thai King's Four Strikes, 'Surge', and struck Master Jingkong in the chest.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Master Jingkong's face immediately showed deep resentment, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.
He was not a fool, so how could he not hear that Ye Feng was mocking him as a fly.
In a rage, he punched Ye Feng's left palm without thinking. This time, he used all his strength, hoping to use this blow to cripple Ye Feng's left arm and take his life.
boom!
As soon as the palm and fist connected, Master Jingkong's expression immediately became strange.
The power of Ye Feng's palm was continuous, like rolling waves, powerful and unmatched.
Bang! Then, the surging power suddenly united and burst out with a powerful impact, like a tsunami caused by a hurricane, suddenly hitting Master Jingkong's body and making it fly up and fall on the front windshield of a Buick behind.
Not to mention, after the fall, the Buick's front windshield shattered into a spider web.
Beep… Beep…
For a moment, sirens blared loudly in the parking lot, sounding particularly harsh in the quiet space.
“You… you… Master…” Monk Mingxin was stunned for a long time, then he rubbed his eyes vigorously. When he confirmed that everything he saw was not false, he took a few steps back in horror, his lips moving but he could not utter a complete sentence.
Master Jingkong is an ancient martial artist of the late heaven level. With such a level of cultivation, he is definitely one of the top people in the ancient martial arts world.
People like this have always been the ones to bully others. When have they ever been slapped away by others
Moreover, Monk Mingxin could feel that Master Jingkong had already used his full strength and had not concealed his abilities at all.
But the more this happened, the more terrified he felt.
With one slap, Ye Feng reached the late flying level. What level of cultivation is this
Peak Heaven Grade? No, it is impossible for a peak Heaven Grade person to possess such a powerful force.
Xiantian? But how could there be such a young Xiantian master in the world? Could it be that this guy is actually an old monster who has the secret of keeping his youth like the famous "witch" Chai Fei who mysteriously disappeared recently
But according to the information he collected, Ye Feng was just an eighteen-year-old boy.
“Ahem… Ahem…”
At this moment, accompanied by a roar, Master Jingkong jumped out from the broken windshield, coughing loudly.
However, at this moment, he no longer looked like the enlightened monk he had been before. His clothes were tattered and covered with bloodstains left by broken glass, especially on his chest, which had an obvious dent.
"Boy, it seems that I really underestimated you!" Master Jingkong said coldly after wiping the blood from the corner of his lips.
Having said that, his eyes were full of vigilance. He felt that several of his ribs were broken in that blow. If it weren't for the special secret method of Xuankong Temple, his ribs would have been barbed and his heart and lungs would have turned into minced meat.
"I didn't expect that an old bald donkey like you is still so strong. If you were a fly, you would have turned into scum long ago..."
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and chuckled. As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the elevator lights flashing not far away. It was obvious that the owner of the Buick received an alarm after the car was damaged. When he saw the elevator reached the fifth floor, he stretched his body and said lightly, "I won't tease you anymore. Be honest and let me destroy your cultivation!"
"Looking for death!" Master Jingkong was already furious when he heard Ye Feng compare him to a fly again. When he heard this guy shamelessly say that he would destroy his cultivation, he became even more furious.
The moment he said this, he strode towards Ye Feng.
"Namo Amitabha!"
As he took a step forward, he suddenly chanted the Buddha's name. At the same time, a strange scene appeared. Some light golden mist suddenly appeared around Master Jingkong's body.
Moreover, that mist carried an extremely strong scent of sandalwood.
"The power of incense and vows!" Ye Feng's eyes flashed and he immediately determined what the mist was.
At the same time, the power of the incense and vows had slowly penetrated into Master Jingkong's body, causing his thin body to suddenly become a little more swollen. Not only that, but there were also some strange golden lines beneath the surface of his skin.
That appearance made Master Jingkong look like a golden Buddha statue in the temple.
Not only that, the aura of Master Jingkong's cultivation has also greatly improved at this moment, and has risen to a level comparable to the peak of the heavenly level, as if it is only a thin layer of window paper away from the innate level that can be broken with a poke.
The power of incense and vows casts a golden body! In a flash, a term suddenly popped up in Ye Feng's mind.
It has to be said that the six major ancient martial arts sects really cannot be underestimated. No matter which of these sects, the reason why they have been able to become famous for a long time is that they all have some hidden skills and means.
"Prepare to die!" With a cold snort, Master Jingkong rushed towards Ye Feng and used the Palm of Great Compassion again.
Palm shadows filled the air, strong winds howled, and there was a faint golden light emanating from the fingertips of his hands.
It looked as if Master Jingkong's hands were made of real gold, comparable to divine weapons.
"Slap the fly!" Ye Feng shouted coldly, and took a Luo Yan step. In an instant, he appeared in front of Master Jingkong, and then he skillfully performed the second style 'Shocking Waves' and the third style 'Piercing Stone' of the Thai King's Four Strikes.
boom!
There was an intersection, accompanied by a violent gas explosion. Master Jingkong's body, which had been integrated with the power of incense and vows and seemed to have turned into a golden body, vomited blood and fell to the ground with his face up.
This this…
Monk Mingxin was trembling all over, his mouth wide open, but apart from gasping, he could no longer make any sound.
(End of this chapter)