Puff puff puff, a sound like a slap in the face echoed in the dry and cold air.
Meng Qi knew that there was a big gap between himself and Zhenmiao, and he had been mentally prepared to lose. But when they actually fought, he realized that the gap was so big. Even if he suppressed his strength to a small level of energy accumulation, Even if he only uses Arhat Fist.
Knowing how wonderful Meng Qi's iron cloth shirt was at the beginning, his boxing skills were rigorous and fierce, and his moves could not leave Meng Qi's temples and eyes, etc., but he was not impatient when facing Meng Qi's deliberately exposed flaws, and did not give him any minor injuries in exchange for them. There is a chance of serious injury, even if it is an absolute good opportunity, as long as you are not facing a cover, at least half of your strength will be left on defense.
Although Meng Qi has generally mastered Luohan Fist through continuous actual combat, when facing real masters and the wonderful, fast and accurate changes in moves, he still feels that his mind has not yet seen it, or his eyes have not yet reached it. If he hadn't resisted several punches with his iron cloth shirt, he would have been defeated long ago. The pop-pop sound was the sound of a wonderful hit on him.
Although none of these hit the vital point, Meng Qi still felt a faint pain under the continuous blows.
Of course, Meng Qi also gained a lot from this kind of battle, and he felt as if the changes in the Arhat Fist's moves were quickly becoming his own physical instinct.
He couldn't help but secretly be grateful for Jiang Zhiwei's advice. If she hadn't let him exchange for the iron cloth shirt, he would have had to go through many failed sparring sessions to master a boxing technique when he was weak and had no actual combat experience. But now, he has With the iron cloth shirt as a backing, one sparring session is equivalent to experiencing many failures. You can slowly calm down and turn your boxing skills into instinct.
Zhenmiao's fists generate wind, and his rules are strict. Step by step, Meng Qi is forced into a desperate situation, leaving him no chance to even rely on his iron cloth shirt to fight for his life.
No, I have to find a way. After a few more moves, I won't be able to withstand it. Meng Qi relied on his iron cloth shirt and it was not a life and death battle, so he didn't panic and worked hard to find opportunities to counterattack.
Suddenly, he discovered that in Zhenmiao's attack, there was an obvious gap on the left side, allowing him to temporarily escape from the front and take a breath.
This time, Meng Qi was so worried that he made a feint and ducked to the left.
As soon as his body moved, a foot wrapped in white leggings stretched out from nowhere and kicked Meng Qi directly in the lower abdomen.
Oops, Meng Qi secretly said something bad and hurriedly turned aside to avoid his legs. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of wind in his ears, and a fist stopped at Meng Qi's temple. The wind from the punch made his head hurt.
Grant. Zhenmiao withdrew her right fist and clasped her hands together, with a faint smile on her face, as if she was very concerned about washing away the shame of yesterday.
While reviewing the gains and losses and summarizing the gains, Meng Qi returned the favor and said: Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance.
No matter what kind of psychology it is really wonderful, this kind of sparring really helps me a lot.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of the flaw that Zhenmiao deliberately sold just now. If he used one of the eight steps of the Divine Walk, he could completely avoid his springing leg and instead lead him to reveal the real flaw.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Meng Qi blurted out: Senior Brother Zhenmiao, please continue to give me guidance tomorrow. Alas, I’m still not proficient in the eight steps of divine walking. I didn’t think of it until now.
Ah, all the monks didn't seem to hear clearly and looked at Meng Qi. He still dared to challenge Brother Zhenmiao.
If you can't take my ten moves tomorrow, you won't be able to give me any advice in the future. Zhenmiao was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.
On the way to the dining hall.
Tsk, are you addicted to being beaten? Zhenyong looked at Meng Qi up and down, left and right, as if he didn't know him.
Zhenhui looked at Zhenyong in confusion: Brother Zhenyong, don’t all heroes never give up like this
Zhenyong gave Meng Qi a strange look, what weird story did you tell your junior brother again
Meng Qi knew that his behavior was too weird, so he did not hide it: Brother Zhenyong, I just thought of a unique move that could be used in that situation, so I blurted out.
You were not proficient in that trick. After practicing it, you remembered that Zhenyong heard the hidden meaning in Meng Qi's words.
Meng Qi nodded and said thoughtfully: "I'll have to go to the Martial Arts Hall to find someone to practice with later."
After dinner, Meng Qi meditated and practiced Shaolin mental techniques for a while, and couldn't wait to step into the martial arts hall.
He looked around, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, because he saw Zhenliang sparring with a warrior monk, with a ferocious expression and fierce moves, as if he wanted to vent all the pent-up anger from yesterday.
Meng Qi slowed down and walked around in a circle. The monk was weak and suppressed by Zhenliang's momentum. He was quickly hit by punches one after another, and his eyes became black and his face was swollen.
Ha ha. Zhenliang watched the monk stumble out and smiled cheerfully. But at this moment, he felt a strong collision from behind. He couldn't hold back and knocked down the monk opposite.
Okay, junior brother, you are becoming more arrogant today, and you dare to hit me with your back. Come on, let's practice.
That hateful voice made people tense up. He turned around slowly and wanted to say something tough, but he couldn't help but said: Senior brother, I have an opponent.
Really? I see he just went out. How about this? I'll give you, junior brother, a stick of incense to take a breath. Meng Qi said with a smile. He looked very handsome and handsome now, but in Zhenliang's eyes, he looked like an evil ghost.
Zhenliang looked around and found that except for a few monks who were good friends with him, everyone else was standing far away. He was somewhat loyal and did not want to drag his friends into the water. He gritted his teeth and said: Senior brother, let’s start now. Bar
Seeing that Zhenliang looked like he was going to die early and be born again, Meng Qi smiled, his face became solemn, he shouted loudly, and he took the lead in attacking.
After a stick of incense.
Senior brother, why don’t I admit defeat? I fell to the ground like a dead dog, unwilling to stand up again.
Meng Qi touched his faint beard and nodded with a smile: That's all.
At least I am truly proficient in that one of the eight steps of the Divine Walk. As long as I really never use martial arts other than Arhat Fist, I can completely surprise him.
Hearing Meng Qi's words, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly got up and fled out the door.
After running for a few steps, he suddenly stopped and pretended to be calm and said: My brother is a monk in the Discipline Academy.
Hey, I know it’s time to find a parent. Meng Qi said with a half-smile.
His rather weird answer was completely beyond Zhenliang's expectations. He was a little dazed for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
Meng Qi had the pressure of life and death and abundant resources in the reincarnation world, so he didn't care much about the precepts monks. He smiled: Senior brother, my dharma name is Zhenyong. I behave uprightly. If I violate the precepts, I will accept the punishment voluntarily. I’m not leaving yet, I want to continue practicing.
When Zhenliang heard this, he was so frightened that he crawled away. He had dominated the Yanwu Hall for more than a year, and he had never seen such a guy who was not afraid of the Discipline Monk.
Zhen, Junior Brother Zhenyong, you are sick. Zhenyong next to him asked with a blank expression, why did he call himself Zhenyong
Meng Qi glanced at him: Just for fun, our bodies and looks are quite different, no one will admit it.
Hey, the humor is boring if no one appreciates it.
The next day, when the practice was over again, Meng Qi couldn't wait to stand up and saluted: "Please give me some advice, senior brother."
Zhende and other monks had been waiting for this thing from the beginning, but when it actually happened, they still found it incredible. Has Zhending's brain been eaten by a dog? He actually dared to challenge Brother Zhenmiao continuously.
Could it be that the day before yesterday, because Senior Brother Zhenmiao didn't know his true identity and he was lucky enough to win, he thought he was on an equal footing with Senior Brother Zhenmiao who suppressed his strength
I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is
Yesterday was the embodiment of the real gap
Zhenmiao pulled a straight face, nodded, and took a stance, waiting for Meng Qi to take action.
This time the sparring was very similar to yesterday. Although Meng Qi had a deeper grasp of Luohan Fist, there was still a big gap between him and Zhen Miao. He could only take a few fewer punches. Gradually, he fell into the same situation as yesterday. The unhurried Zhen Miao was pushed into a desperate situation little by little.
Let me just say, how could he have the confidence to challenge Brother Zhenmiao? Such a battle situation made Zhende very happy.
Yes, it is simply too ignorant. Other monks also echoed that they always subconsciously reject companions who behave inappropriately. Brother Zhenmiao will definitely be able to win again like yesterday.
Victory is certain, but Senior Brother Zhenmiao is always cautious and will never use the same trick as yesterday. Zhende said confidently.
Meng Qi did not wait for Zhenmiao to reveal the flaw, but instead found out when his left shoulder was slightly sagging, and suddenly used his shoulder to resist the fist, attacking Zhenmiao's right body.
It was so wonderful that he had enough energy to spare, and the moves did not make him tired. He made a mistake and got out of the way of the charging Meng Qi, and launched a double-peaked attack directly to the temples.
Suddenly, his eyes blurred and Meng Qi disappeared.
It was not that Meng Qi was too fast, but that the direction and position he chose as he swerved and turned was completely unexpected and weird, which prevented his attention from keeping up, causing Meng Qi to disappear. hallucination.
As soon as the idea of what a bad thing happened, Meng Qi, who was sliding around and turning around, was already far away from him, with their vests facing each other.
At the same time, Meng Qi struck down with his iron elbow with his right hand, hitting his vest hard.
Meng Qi's elbow hit Zhenmiao's vest, but he felt weak. He turned his head halfway and looked out of the corner of his eye, only to see that Zhenmiao's monk's clothes were bulging, taking away most of his strength.
This was something that could not be completed during the gas accumulation period. Meng Qi's heart moved. He stopped his hand and greeted with a smile: "I give in. Senior brother is really awesome."
Zhenmiao's face was ashen and she was very angry about losing again:
Fight again tomorrow.
In his words, there seemed to be a feeling of unwillingness to admit defeat as Meng Qi was his real opponent.
The fight between the two just now was so dazzling that Zhende and the other monks had already decided the winner before they could react. For a moment, they all stared blankly at Zhenmiao and Meng Qi. , I just felt that everything was like a dream, so unreal.
After a while, they looked at Meng Qi with real attention and vigilance.
No matter what means you use, if you can defeat Senior Brother Zhenmiao for the second time, you must be really outstanding.
It's amazing. I can't believe it. You just learned Luohan Quan not long ago. After the martial arts training, Zhenyong caught up with Meng Qi and Zhenhui, looking like they got to know him again.
Meng Qiyin was a little proud and said without shame: Junior brother, I have some talent in martial arts.
This cannot be said to be a world of reincarnation.
Are you going to the martial arts hall later? Zhenyong asked.
Meng Qi nodded vigorously: Of course, we have to prepare for the sparring with Senior Brother Zhenmiao tomorrow.
After dinner and practicing internal skills, Meng Qi entered the martial arts hall in a very regular schedule.
As soon as he stepped in, he saw Zhenliang tense up. He pulled the monk next to him and started sparring. He struck gently and slowly, as if he wanted to fight until the end of time.
Other monks who were close to Zhenliang also found people to spar with each other, not giving Meng Qi a chance to provoke him.
Why do I feel like a villain who bullies men and women? Meng Qi said silently for a while, hehe, this feels not bad.
Zhenyong was quite cooperative this time, he laughed and said: The evil monk is really determined.
For the next month, Meng Qi spent time in challenges and counter-challenges with Zhenmiao, losing more and winning less. He practiced martial arts in the martial arts hall at night. By the second half of the month, he felt that the monks here were not challenging. So he entered the martial arts performance hall and was beaten to a pulp, but he never tired of it because his progress in internal martial arts, boxing, kicking, and knife skills was extremely obvious.
Tonight you guard the main road behind the mountain. At noon that day, Xuan Chi came over and announced a mission.
Seeing everyone's confusion, Zhen Miao explained: The back mountain suppresses the demons and ghosts that Shaolin has conquered over the years. They need to be guarded at all times. Don't worry, there are uncles and uncles from the Bodhi Temple of Bodhi Temple on the inside. You are just patrolling the outside. , do basic vigilance.
The monster Meng Qi took a breath.