He was also surprised to hear such words. This was an indirect acknowledgement that the little bastard was very powerful. If he could even defeat the Blood Demon, then there was naturally no need for him to be his disciple. If it weren't for the scene before him, even if the little bastard himself told him that his strength was already so strong that he didn't need to be his disciple, he wouldn't believe it!
"He can't handle the Blood Demon's Vajra Seven-Step Fist." Zhuo Junyue said, looking at the young man in front of him who was retreating step by step under the Blood Demon's attack, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Seeing that Feng Jiu's attacks were suppressed by the Blood Demon's Vajra Seven-Step Fist, Hun Yuan Zi was a little worried, so he began to complain: "This kid, I asked him to worship me as his master but he didn't listen. Tell me, with his talent, if he worshipped me as his master and learned my Eight Diagrams Fist, why would he be afraid of the Blood Demon now?"
"I'll go help him!" Zhuo Junyue said, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by the old man.
"Wait, look, that little bastard's posture seems to have changed." The old man pulled him with one hand, while looking at the young man in front of him who was pushed back by the Blood Demon's Vajra Seven-Step Punch and then changed his fighting method.
Zhuo Junyue looked forward, his eyes flickering slightly.
Indeed, after the young man was beaten back once again, his aura and posture changed. After retreating, he took a step forward and squatted down, with his hands together, one hand pressed down in front and the other raised high behind, staring at the blood demon. His aura was completely restrained as he made this posture, making it a little confusing for him to understand.
However, when the young man took a step, his footsteps, which were originally as fast as lightning, now stepped forward as lightly as a cat, and at the same time, his hands moved, and the spiritual energy in his body surged. When the Blood Demon clenched his fists, shouted, and swung the Vajra Seven-Step Fist with a force of a thousand pounds at him, the young man slowly and lightly dodged by slightly turning sideways, and nimbly grabbed the Blood Demon's hand with one hand, using the force to hit back all the force of the thousand pounds.
"Bang!"
"Um!"
With a loud bang, the Blood Demon was knocked back more than 20 meters. He hit a big tree behind him and let out a muffled groan. The big tree his back was against broke with a crack, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He looked gloomily at the young man who was waving his hands slowly, and watched the young man gather the surrounding spiritual energy between his hands, forming a circle visible to the naked eye.
"What kind of boxing is this?"
The Blood Demon asked in a gloomy voice, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He actually beat back his thousand-pound strength with just a little effort? Is there such a powerful martial art in this world
Hun Yuan Zi watched this scene with his eyes wide open. He looked at Feng Jiu in shock, and stood up from the ground with a whoosh. He tightly clasped Zhuo Jun Yue's shoulder with one hand, and said with excitement that his face flushed: "This, this, this, this is Tai Chi!"
Feng Jiu glanced back at Hun Yuan Zi, her lips curled slightly, revealing a wicked smile: "It's Tai Chi!"
"Tai Chi?" The Blood Demon frowned: "Are Tai Chi and Baguazhang related?" Why does he feel that it is somewhat similar to Baguazhang
"Tai Chi? It's Tai Chi!"
Hun Yuan Zi looked at Feng Jiu excitedly, muttering, "Tai Chi gave birth to two opposites, two opposites gave birth to four images, four images gave birth to eight trigrams, and the evolution of Baguaquan is derived from Tai Chi. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."