The Supreme Being

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 never left Meng Qi's temples, eyes, etc., but he was not impatient when facing Meng Qi's deliberately exposed flaws, and did not give him any chance at all. A chance to exchange a minor injury for a major 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 Quan through continuous actual combat, when facing a real master, when faced with the wonderful and fast but accurate changes in moves, he still feels that his mind is not there, or his eyes are not there. 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 moves were quickly becoming his own physical instinct.

He couldn't help but secretly be grateful for Jiang Zhiwei's guidance. If she hadn't let him exchange for the "Iron Cloth Shirt", a horizontal kung fu practice, when he was weak and had no actual combat experience, he didn't know how many times of failed sparring it would have taken to master a boxing technique. But now , with the backing of Tiebushi, one sparring session is equivalent to experiencing many failures. You can slowly calm down and turn your boxing skills into instinct.

The wonderful fists generate wind and the rules are strict, pushing Meng Qi to a desperate situation step by step, leaving him no chance to fight for his life with his iron cloth shirt!

"No, we have to find a way. If there are a few more attacks, I won't be able to resist..." Meng Qi relied on the fact that he had an iron cloth shirt and it was not a life and death battle, so he did not 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.

"Process." Zhenmiao retracted her right fist and clasped her hands together, with a faint smile on her face, as if she was very concerned about washing away yesterday's shame.

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: "Brother Zhenmiao, please continue to give me guidance tomorrow." Hey, I'm still not proficient in the eight steps of divine walking. I didn't think of it until now!

ah? The monks seemed not to hear clearly and looked at Meng Qi. How dare he 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 as if he didn't know him.

Zhenhui looked at Zhenyong in confusion: "Brother Zhenyong, aren't all heroes like this? Never give up!"

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 and did not hide it: "Senior Brother Zhenyong, I just thought of a unique move that could be used in that situation, so I blurted it out."

"Are you not proficient in that trick? You only remembered it after practicing..." 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 the "Shaolin Mental Technique" for a while, and couldn't wait to enter 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.

"Haha." Zhenliang smiled cheerfully after watching the monk stumble out of the door. But at this moment, he felt a strong collision from behind. He couldn't hold back and knocked down the monk on the opposite side.

"Okay, junior brother, you have become more and more arrogant today. You dare to hit me with your back. Come on, let's practice."

That hateful, hateful sound! Zhenliang's body tensed up, and he turned around slowly. He wanted to say something tough, but he couldn't help but said: "Brother, I have an opponent."

"Really? I think he just went out. Let's do this. I'll give you, junior brother, a stick of incense to take a breath." Meng Qi said with a smile. He looked pretty now, and he looked very handsome when he smiled. But In Zhenliang's eyes, he is 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: "Brother, now let's start!"

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, I give up! Isn't it enough for me to give up?" Zhenzhen fell to the ground like a dead dog, unwilling to stand up again.

Meng Qi touched his faint stubble and nodded with a smile on his face: "Okay."

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 definitely give him a "surprise"!

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: "My brother is a monk in the Discipline Academy."

"Hey, do you know how to find your parents?" 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 and said: "Senior brother, my dharma name is Zhenyong. I behave uprightly. If I violate the precepts, I will accept the punishment voluntarily. Junior brother, You’re not leaving yet, do you want to continue practicing?”

When Zhenliang heard this, he was so frightened that he crawled away. He had "dominated" the martial arts hall for more than a year, and he had never seen such a guy who was not afraid of the discipline monk at all!

"Zhen, Zhenyong? Junior brother, are you sick?" Zhenyong next to him asked with a blank expression, why did he call himself Zhenyong?

Meng Qi glanced at him: "Just for fun, there is a big difference in our bodies and looks. No one will admit it."

Hey, the humor is boring if no one appreciates it.

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The next day, when the practice was over, Meng Qi couldn't wait to stand up and saluted: "Please give me some advice, senior brother."

Zhende and the other monks had been waiting for this thing from the beginning, but when it actually happened, they still found it unbelievable. Was Zhende's brain gnawed by a dog? How dare you challenge Brother Zhenmiao continuously!

Could it be that because Senior Brother Zhenmiao didn't know his true identity and had a lucky victory the day before yesterday, 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 tell you, how can he have the confidence to challenge Brother Zhenmiao!" Such a battle situation made Zhende very happy.

"Yeah, it's so ignorant." Other monks also agreed. They always subconsciously reject companions who behave out of the ordinary. "Senior Brother Zhenmiao will definitely be able to win like yesterday!"

"Winning 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 his flaw, but instead found out when his left shoulder sank slightly. He suddenly used his shoulder to block his fist and attacked Zhenmiao's right body.

It was so wonderful that he had enough energy to spare, and his moves didn't 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 his temples.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, 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.

Oops! As soon as the wonderful idea occurred to him, 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.

puff! Meng Qi's elbow hit Zhenmiao's vest, but he felt it was weak. He turned his head 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 cannot be accomplished during the gas storage period! Meng Qi's heart moved, he stopped his hand and greeted with a smile: "I accept, senior brother is really awesome."

Zhenmiao's face was livid, and she was very angry at losing again:

"Let's fight tomorrow."

In his words, there seemed to be a sense 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 method you use, if you can defeat Senior Brother Zhenmiao for the second time, you must be really outstanding!

"Awesome! I can't believe you just learned Arhat Boxing 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 he said confidently: "Junior brother, I have some talent in martial arts."

This cannot be said to be the 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 tomorrow's sparring session with Senior Brother Zhenmiao."

After dinner and practicing internal skills, Meng Qi entered the martial arts hall with a regular schedule.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw Zhenliang's expression tightening. He pulled the monk next to him to start sparring. He struck gently and slowly, as if he wanted to fight until the end of time.

And other monks who were close to Zhenliang also found people to practice with each other, not giving Meng Qi a chance to "provoke".

"Why do I feel like a villain who bullies men and dominates 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 internal strength, fists, kicks, and sword skills improved remarkably!

"You guys will guard the main road in the back mountain tonight." 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 Bodhi Temple and Bodhi Temple in the back. You are just Patrol the perimeter and do basic vigilance.”

Monsters and monsters? Meng Qi took a breath.