After hearing Zhenmiao's instructions, Zhende was stunned for a moment, then he opened his mouth, smiled, and strode out: Yes, Senior Brother Zhenmiao.
The more than half a year of martial arts training and sufficient food have made him taller. There are a lot of green and black stubble on his mouth, and he has become thicker and thicker. Looking at Meng Qi, who is two years younger than him, his eyes are wide. It was full of excitement and excitement.
Meng Qi bared his teeth. He didn't expect Zhenmiao to be so serious. However, he did not reject sparring. Now he was frantically seeking any chance to fight in order to defeat the Iron Clothed Shirt's Eight-Step Arhat Fist and Five Tigers. Sword skills are equal to mastering and mastering them bit by bit in actual combat.
Please also ask Brother Zhende for advice. Meng Qi followed the rules of Shaolin and called Zhende, who was older than him, his senior brother. At the same time, he stood firmly with his feet separated and according to the requirements of the Arhat Fist starting position.
Zhende opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in his excitement, he forgot what to say for a moment. He even forgot to clasp his hands together and pronounce the Buddha's name. He just made a haha like usual practice and then took action directly. Standard Arhat worshiping Buddha.
At the moment when Zhende took action, Meng Qi seemed to be immersed in water. He could no longer hear any other sounds or see other things. Based on his experience with Cheng Yong, he turned half sideways and moved away from the front with one hand. He raised his fists towards Zhende, and struck Zhende's abdomen with force.
Not only did he not have the fear and unfamiliarity of his first sparring session, but he was also extremely proactive.
After Zhende took action, he was about to take the next move when he suddenly felt a strong wind hitting him, as if Meng Qi's whole body was rushing forward.
Facing this fierce offensive, seeing Meng Qi's unflinching face full of fighting spirit, Zhende felt a chill in his heart for no reason. He seemed to feel a terrible murderous aura in Zhending. That was after a real fight with life and death. Only then will there be momentum.
His movement slowed down immediately, and Meng Qi hit him in the lower abdomen with a loud bang. The pain was unbearable, and he had to curl up and fall to the ground, letting out a painful cry.
It's too weak. Meng Qi succeeded with one move and was a little dazed. As soon as he launched his attack, he couldn't resist it. He was too weak.
Not only Meng Qi himself was so surprised, but the surrounding monks such as Zhen Yong also looked at Zhen De curled up in a ball on the ground in astonishment. They couldn't believe that Zhen De, who was usually the best in sparring, could lose so quickly and so miserably. .
Zhenmiao watched this scene with a sinking face, walked quickly to Zhende, knelt down and used her inner strength to comb the blood vessels in his lower abdomen to relieve his pain.
It was only then that Zhenyong and others came to their senses and looked at Meng Qi in surprise. They secretly thought that it was Senior Brother Zhenyong who asked Zhende to teach Zhending a lesson and let him know the harm of irregular moves. , but now it seems that the regular moves have been defeated by the irregular moves. This
Meng Qi recalled the brief confrontation just now, and keenly discovered that Zhende seemed to be stunned for a moment under his fierce attack: Could it be that suppressing momentum is also an important part of the confrontation
Zhenmiao helped Zhende stand up and said expressionlessly: Zhenhe, come and spar with Zhending.
Yes, Brother Zhenmiao. A burly young man walked out of the monk team, standing there like a black iron tower.
Meng Qi vaguely touched the key to the fight just now, and was waiting for someone to verify it, so he excitedly clasped his hands together and asked Senior Brother Zhenhe for advice.
When Zhenhe returned the favor, Meng Qi took the initiative, like a tiger emerging from its cave.
Zhenhe, who is naturally powerful, did not expect that Meng Qi would attack so crazily, and it was difficult to execute the planned routine effectively. He kept retreating and resisting forcefully, appearing to be in a hurry.
ha
Meng Qi gained the upper hand and showed no mercy. He exhaled loudly and struck the chest with a desperate blow.
Facing such a fierce Meng Qi, Zhenhe's legs suddenly felt a little weak, and his hands in a closed-door position were opened directly.
Meng Qi closed his fist and circled, leaned into Zhenhe's arms, and hit Zhenhe's right chest with his elbow from behind.
Cough, cough, cough. Meng Qi withdrew his strength because he was sure of winning this blow, but it also caused Zhenhe to lose his breath and cough violently.
Grant. Meng Qi exerted force on his feet, turned around and stepped away, clasped his hands together and smiled in greeting.
This kind of confrontation can be regarded as hearty and refreshing, right
The onlookers, Zhenyong Zhentoku and other monks, were grinning from ear to ear. Zhenhe, who was usually like a cow, was a nightmare for them in sparring. No matter how subtle they were in dealing with it, they would be beaten to the point where their hands and legs were weak and they were unable to parry. But just now , Zhen Ding, who was still the figure of a child, beat Zhen He like a crazy tiger until he was unable to fight back.
This, this is the other way around. The monks looked at Meng Qi's handsome face and couldn't believe what they just saw.
Zhen Wen calmed down and scratched his bald head naively: Junior Brother Zhending, you are so powerful.
Zhen Miao snorted lightly, her face became more and more ugly, and she was silent for a long time before saying: "Junior Brother Zhending seems to have a good family background, and has made great progress in accumulating Qi. I am afraid that all the junior brothers present are no match for you, so I will fight with you, senior brother." Let's practice.
With his eyes open, he could see signs of internal help between Meng Qi's movements.
oh
That's it
Zhenyong and other monks suddenly realized that it turned out that Junior Brother Zhending had already opened up his Dantian and had gained some success in accumulating Qi. No wonder Zhende and Zhenhe could not defeat him.
However, as a mentoring monk and a master in the enlightenment stage, would Senior Brother Zhenmiao be overly bullying the younger ones by sparring directly with Zhending
Don't worry, I will control my strength to the stage of accumulating energy. Zhenmiao looked at Meng Qi with electric eyes.
Meng Qi took a breath. Even though he knew the gap was huge, he was still very motivated to fight. He didn't even dare to sparring, so what about actual combat
To be honest, having experienced a life and death struggle, he is not afraid of Zhen Miao. It doesn't matter if he loses. As long as he can find the gap and find his own weakness, the loss will be worthwhile.
Moreover, it is not that I have no chance of winning.
Please give me some advice from Brother Zhenmiao. Meng Qi clasped his hands together, full of fighting spirit.
All the monks took a breath. He really dared to spar with Senior Brother Zhenmiao. The gap between the two sides was probably as high as a mountain peak. Even if Senior Brother Zhenmiao suppressed his strength to the stage of Qi accumulation, his eyesight, experience and knowledge were still high. unchangeable
good. Seeing that Meng Qi was not timid, Zhenmiao's expression softened a lot, so you made the first move.
Meng Qi was also unyielding, his right leg fell forward into a bow position, and his fists struck Zhenmiao like a hammer.
Zhenmiao also used the Luohan Fist. Facing Meng Qi's fierce offensive, he stood firm and did not lose his momentum like Zhende Zhenhe. He even launched a counterattack directly after missing Meng Qi's fists. Simple The unpretentious Black Tiger steals the heart and hits Meng Qi's right chest at the right time.
Meng Qi's eyes widened, and he suddenly jumped forward, allowing Zhenmiao's fist to hit him. At the same time, he gave Zhenmiao a double blow to the ear.
Zhen Miao, who had a lot of experience in actual combat, suddenly noticed something was wrong, but this was Meng Qi's attack. He could no longer hold back, so he had to punch harder in an attempt to repel Meng Qi.
Poof, his right fist seemed to hit the thick cloth, and the force was dispersed in all directions. At this time, Meng Qi's fists were almost touching his temples.
ha
Zhenmiao shouted loudly, her ears turned red, her temples bulged, and she leaned back slightly.
Snapped
Meng Qi's fists grazed his temples and hit Zhen Miao's cheeks, but there seemed to be a layer of air cushion there, taking away most of his strength.
Still like this, Zhen Miaoya kept backing away in a messy pace, his cheeks were red and swollen, and his head was dizzy.
You have mastered the Iron Cloth Shirt so wonderfully and shouted in surprise and anger.
Meng Qi smiled slightly: The knowledge of family tradition. Senior brother just used his strength in the enlightenment stage
The iron cloth shirt had been exposed last night, so he naturally didn't have to hide it, and he pushed it all on to his life experience that he didn't know yet.
In the previous fight, Meng Qi completely followed the strategies taught by Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Zhiwei and others. Even though the difference in martial arts was much better, he relied on the fact that the opponent didn't know that he knew how to iron cloth shirt and suppressed his strength to fight quickly. Slowly, he exchanged minor injuries for major injuries, and successfully forced Zhenmiao into a desperate situation, and had to use all his strength to protect himself.
Zhenmiao's expression changed a few times, and she said in a cold voice: Get back in line and continue practicing Arhat Boxing.
Meng Qi knew that Zhenmiao had no intention of targeting him. He just couldn't stand his irregular Luohan Boxing. He also knew that his boxing technique was wrong and needed to be improved one by one. Zhenmiao said that there was nothing wrong with it, but he successfully defeated It was wonderful. Seeing his shriveled appearance, Meng Qi couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and was extremely happy.
I am such a narrow-minded person. Meng Qi evaluated himself secretly.
After practicing boxing again, Meng Qi followed Zhende Zhenhe and others and worked hard to correct his boxing skills. Seeing this scene, Zhenmiao's expression softened a little again.
When he finished practicing Luohan Quan and Shaolin Stick Technique, Zhen Miao commented on each one with a serious face. At the end, he turned around and said: Tomorrow Zhen Ding will continue to sparring with me. I will still suppress my strength to the point where I can accumulate energy. .
This competitive spirit is not ordinary, Meng Qi sighed secretly, and at the same time he felt himself trembling slightly, and his fighting spirit surged up.
I have to seize the time to practice the eight steps of Shenxing tonight.
He doesn't want to lose either
Senior Brother Zhenmiao has always had smooth sailing. Mo Kezhi, who is currently practicing one of the seventy-two stunts, is naturally arrogant. However, today he was defeated by your junior brother who has only achieved a small amount of Qi. How could he choke like this? Zhenyong leaned over with a smile, "Junior brother Zhending, I can't see how powerful you are and how you hide it so much. You should take more care of me, senior brother, in the future."
Meng Qi smiled: I only succeeded by surprising myself, I'm afraid it will be difficult tomorrow.
Unless he can master the eight steps of magic overnight and win by surprise again, this is unlikely.
But Meng Qi is not afraid. Opportunities to compete with masters are not so easy to come by. This is a precious asset. Maybe he can save his life next time he reincarnates in the world. The root is here.
Meng Qi, Zhen Hui and Zhen Yong returned to the Wu Monk Monastery. When they arrived at the door, they met Xuan Chi directly.
Next to Xuan Chi was a dull monk with dull eyes. He was muttering to himself: How to break this technique when used like this
Xuan Chi did not introduce the wandering young monk next to him, but directly said to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui: After dinner, go to the Yanwu Hall and I will teach you the Shaolin mind method.
Meng Qi heard Xuan Xin say that the Shaolin Heart Technique is the basic internal skill of the Shaolin Temple. It is mellow and masculine. Because of its simple operation route, it is compatible with most of the special skills and magical skills. In the future, it can be directly transferred to other internal skills, and it can be used in similar basic skills. Ranked in the top ten.
Therefore, Meng Qi secretly decided to focus on Shaolin mental methods in the future, and the rough and shallow routes that came with the iron cloth shirt would only be run when using the iron cloth shirt.
After watching Xuan Chi leave, Zhen Yong laughed in a low voice and said, "The senior brother next to Senior Uncle Xuan Chi is not another disciple, Senior Brother Zhen Ben. He is a martial arts idiot. There are many interesting things."
While talking and laughing, the three of them had dinner. Meng Qi and Zhenhui rushed to the Yanwu Hall. Zhenyong had nothing to do and followed them, planning to find someone to practice with.
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