Ye Feng saw Monk Daoxin chanting the Six-Syllable Mantra, using the sound waves as a weapon to shock people's minds.
What is strange is that although Master Mingyue was also chanting the Six-Syllable Mantra, his voice was unusually soft. There was no deafening, mind-shaking feeling, but there was an overwhelming pressure, like a huge hammer falling on one's head.
Ye Feng immediately understood that Master Mingyue did not use sound waves as a weapon, but combined the power of incense and Buddhist mantras to attack him with mental power.
Boom, Ye Feng's thoughts condensed into a shield above his head, blocking the hammer of thoughts falling on his head.
After a huge earthquake, Ye Feng took two steps back, secretly surprised. A faint pain came from the sea of consciousness between his eyebrows. Although he blocked Master Mingyue's mental attack, he was also affected.
Master Mingyue's mental power is definitely the strongest among all the masters he has ever met, and it is also the first time that Ye Feng has to deal with a mental attack that combines Buddhist mantras with the power of incense and prayers.
Ye Feng was surprised, and Master Mingyue was even more shocked than him.
Master Mingyue secluded himself for thirty years, not hiding in a cave to meditate, but sealing himself in a Buddha statue in Xuankong Temple, not eating or drinking, only absorbing the incense and prayers of the believers.
Over the past thirty years, the incense and vows that Master Mingyue has absorbed are enough to reach the heavenly level. Combined with his own internal strength, he has cultivated it to the peak of the innate level. The combined power of the two exceeds that of any ancient martial arts master at the innate level.
Unexpectedly, in the first battle after leaving seclusion, I thought that Ye Feng could be seriously injured by the power of one thought, but I didn't expect that the defensive shield condensed by Ye Feng's power of thought was extremely tough. He just retreated two steps and was fine again.
What made Master Mingyue even more unable to understand was that Ye Feng did not have the internal force of an ancient warrior, but after he attacked with a thought, he clearly felt a powerful energy in Ye Feng's body.
If this powerful energy is not the internal force of an ordinary ancient warrior, there is only one possibility, that is, the magic power that is extremely difficult for ancient warriors to cultivate.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect that you, the little donor, would have such strong magic power. No wonder you were able to defeat the leaders of two ancient martial arts sects and easily block my Buddhist spell attacks. You, the little donor, have extraordinary telekinesis power. I will try your skills again."
"Oh, Master is worthy of being called a master. You are different from those guys who deceive the world and steal the reputation. You can tell at a glance that I am practicing magic. I admire you."
Master Mingyue was knowledgeable and could tell that Ye Feng was using magic power instead of internal force, but he only guessed half of it. He could not have imagined that Ye Feng had inherited the bloodline of the ancient gods and possessed a divine nature, and what he exerted was not just magic power but divine power.
After knowing that Ye Feng was using magic power, Master Mingyue became more spirited and felt a sense of challenge.
He gently stretched out his right hand, as if picking up a flower, with his dry fingers half curled and half relaxed, and a faint golden light emanated from between his fingers. His appearance was solemn and majestic, and the entire right hand was coated with a layer of golden glow.
At the moment when the golden light was the hottest, he lightly tapped Ye Feng with his finger.
The Flower-Picking Finger of Xuankong Temple.
Ye Feng felt a pressure like a raging wave rushing towards him.
This old monk has a lot of tricks. Ye Feng didn't dare to underestimate his finger power. He twisted and pushed his wrist, gently tilted his body, used the monk's force to his advantage, and unloaded the tremendous energy to the side under his feet.
Boom! The power of the Flower-Picking Finger was so powerful that it made a deep hole as thick as a finger in the bluestone under Ye Feng's feet.
If this hits your body, it will leave a bloody hole.
Master Mingyue was slightly stunned. This kid could actually use the technique of transplanting flowers and trees to direct his finger force to the ground.
Let’s see whether your method of transplanting flowers and trees is faster or my finger-picking method is faster.
He stretched out his skinny fingers and pointed them quickly in the air. He looked relaxed, yet revealed a suffocating murderous aura.
He performed sixteen moves of the Flower-Picking Finger in succession, and then the sound of fluttering could be heard continuously.
After Master Mingyue finished giving the sixteen instructions, Ye Feng was not idle either, he was busy and having a lot of fun.
In the eyes of onlookers, he was like a dancer, waving his hands in the air continuously, drawing circles, his movements were graceful and gentle, but he unloaded all sixteen powerful finger-picking techniques on the floor tiles.
The scene on the field was very strange. Everything was silent, as if it was a funny pantomime.
Master Mingyue pointed his fingers in the air, and Ye Feng on the opposite side danced wildly in the air. There was no sound at all, but under Ye Feng's feet, it was as if firecrackers were specially detonated, and bangs were heard continuously, and gravel flew everywhere.
After a while, with Ye Feng as the center, the ground, which was as smooth as a mirror just now, became bumpy and covered with small holes as thick as fingers.
Master Mingyue's expression became more and more solemn. Ye Feng's technique of grafting flowers and trees was very flexible. Even if the dead Master of Yihua Palace was resurrected, he might not be able to use it as vividly as he did.
Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "Master Mingyue, your Flower Picking Finger is really powerful. You have given me so many Flower Picking Finger, how about I give you one too."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at my finger that can pierce the stone."
Ye Feng used the third move of the Thai King's Four Attacks, Piercing Stone.
The Thai King's Four Strikes is a form of boxing. Ye Feng has gained a new understanding of this set of boxing in the past few days.
For the first surge, he created seven levels of surge. During the duel with Mr. Mo Da, he suddenly had an idea and sublimated the seven levels of surge to the ninth level of surge, thus defeating Mr. Mo Da.
Ye Feng didn't know how to use the fingers, but seeing that Master Mingyue's Flower-Picking Finger was very powerful and the movements were graceful, with all his internal strength concentrated on one finger, it was very similar to the third move of the Thai King's Four Strikes, Piercing Stone.
The Thai king's fourth strike, the stone-piercing strike, was achieved by concentrating all his strength into the palm of his fist and striking it with one blow.
Inspired by Master Mingyue's flower-picking finger, Ye Feng concentrated all his spiritual power on his index finger, and imitated Master Mingyue, picking up a flower with his finger and pointing out.
However, it was a bit crude to copy others, and there was only a trace of divine power, which shot out from the fingertips with a "chi" sound, but it had no lethality.
Master Mingyue was startled at first, but he was prepared and stretched out his skinny hand. A faint golden light appeared on the palm of his hand, blocking Ye Feng's finger force.
The force from that finger was too weak and it flickered lightly on Master Mingyue's skinny palm. It evaporated in an instant like morning dew without leaving any trace.
Master Mingyue smiled faintly, shook his head and sighed, "Little donor, it took me twenty years to be able to use my Flower Picking Finger to hurt people. How can you imitate my posture? Don't underestimate my simple finger, it contains more than ten kinds of luck methods."
The first finger failed, and Ye Feng felt a little hot on his face, but he did not give up.
He smiled and said, "I was just playing around. It turns out there are many subtleties. However, I am confident. I will give it another finger. Master, please take it."
Master Mingyue shook his head helplessly, his expression full of disdain, and stretched out his skinny palm: "Well, seeing that you are stubborn, I will take your finger again."
(End of this chapter)