The Supreme Being

After hearing Zhenmiao's instructions, Zhende was stunned for a moment, then he opened his mouth with a smile 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 does not reject sparring. Now he is frantically seeking any fighting opportunity in order to combine "Iron Cloth Shirt", "Eight Steps of Divine Walking", "Arhat Fist" and "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate" are equal to mastering and integrating them bit by bit in actual combat.

"Please give me some advice from Senior Brother Zhende." Meng Qi followed the rules of Shaolin and called Zhende, who was "older" than him, Senior Brother. At the same time, he stood with his feet separated and followed 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. The standard "Arhat worships 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 trace of terrible murderous aura in "Zhending", which was truly about life and death. The momentum will only come after fighting.

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 scream.

Too weak? Meng Qi succeeded in the move and was a little dazed. He had just started to attack, but he couldn't resist it? 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 ones. This...

Meng Qi recalled the brief confrontation just now, and keenly noticed that Zhende seemed to be stunned for a moment under his fierce attack: "Is the suppression of momentum 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 said, "Senior Brother Zhenhe, please enlighten me."

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 his 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.

"I agree." Meng Qi put his foot down hard, turned around and stepped away, clasped his hands together and smiled in greeting.

Such a fight can be considered hearty!

The onlookers Zhenyong, Zhende 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. However, Just now, Zhen Ding, who was still the size 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 awesome!"

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 none of the junior brothers present are your opponents, so I will fight with you, senior brother." Let’s have a sparring match.”

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 a small amount of energy accumulation. No wonder Zhende and Zhenhe couldn't defeat him!

However, as a mentoring monk and a master in the enlightenment stage, would Senior Brother Zhenmiao be too bully 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, he does not have no chance of winning!

"Please give me some advice from Senior Brother Zhenmiao." Meng Qi clasped his hands together, with a strong fighting spirit.

All the monks took a breath, did he really dare to spar with Senior Brother Zhenmiao? The gap between the two sides is probably as high as a mountain peak! Even if Brother Zhenmiao suppresses his strength to the stage of Qi accumulation, his eyesight, experience and knowledge cannot be changed!

"Okay." Seeing that Meng Qi was not timid, Zhenmiao's expression softened a lot, "You make 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 "Arhat Fist". Facing Meng Qi's fierce offensive, he held firm and did not lose his momentum like Zhende and Zhenhe. He even launched directly after missing Meng Qi's fists. In counterattack, the unpretentious Black Tiger stole the heart and hit 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 become an 'Iron Shirt'!" Zhen Miao shouted in surprise and anger.

Meng Qi smiled slightly: "Family tradition. Senior brother just used the strength of the enlightenment stage?"

The "Iron Shirt" had been exposed last night, so he naturally didn't have to hide it. He pushed it all on to his life experience that he didn't know yet.

In the previous fight, Meng Qi followed the strategies instructed 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 Iron Clothes and suppressed his strength, so he used fast to fight slowly. Trading minor injuries for major injuries, he 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: "Return to the line and continue practicing Arhat Boxing."

Meng Qi knew that Zhen Miao had no intention of targeting him. He just couldn't stand his irregular Luohan Boxing. He also knew that his boxing techniques were wrong and needed to be improved one by one. Zhen Miao was not wrong in what he said, but he successfully defeated It was wonderful. Seeing his deflated 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 secretly "evaluated" himself.

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.

After he finished practicing Luohan Quan and Shaolin Stick Techniques, 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 a small amount of energy." become."

This competitive spirit is not ordinary... Meng Qi sighed secretly, and at the same time felt himself trembling slightly, and his fighting spirit was rising.

I have to seize the time to practice the "Eight Steps of Divine Walking" tonight.

He doesn't want to lose either!

"Senior Brother Zhenmiao has always had smooth sailing. He is currently practicing the 'Moko Finger' among the seventy-two special skills. Naturally, he is arrogant. But today he was defeated by your junior brother who is just a little accomplished at accumulating energy. How can he choke? Do you have to take this breath?" Zhenyong came over with a smile, "Junior brother Zhending, I don't know how powerful you are! You should pay more attention to me in the future."

Meng Qi smiled: "I only won by surprising myself. I'm afraid it will be difficult tomorrow."

Unless he can master the "Eight Steps of Divine Movement" overnight and win by surprise again, this is unlikely.

But Meng Qi is not afraid. How can the opportunity to practice with a master come so easily? This is a precious treasure. Maybe I can save my life next time I reincarnate 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 can I break this technique when it is used like this?"

Xuan Chi did not introduce the wandering young monk next to him, but said directly to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui: "After dinner, go to the Yanwu Hall, and I will teach you the 'Shaolin Mental Technique'."

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, he can directly transfer to other internal skills and use similar basic skills. It can be ranked in the top ten.

Therefore, Meng Qi secretly decided to focus on the "Shaolin Mental Technique" in the future, and the rough routes that came with the "Iron Shirt" would only be run when using the "Iron Shirt".

After watching Xuan Chi leave, Zhen Yong laughed in a low voice and said, "Have you seen the senior brother next to Senior Uncle Xuan Chi? He is another apprentice monk, Senior Brother Zhen Ben. He is a martial arts idiot and has 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.