The Sage Who Transcended Samsara Chapter 26: Evil Little Meng (seeking for recommendations)
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Poo poo poo, the sound of a memorable defeat echoed in the dry and cold air.
Meng Qi knew that there was a big gap between him and Zhen Miao, and he had already made psychological preparations for losing, but when he really joined hands, he found that the gap was so large as arrived, even if he suppressed his strength at Qi Gathering small accomplishment, even if he Only use Arhat Fist.
Knowing that Meng Qi's "Iron Shirt" is a newcomer Zhen Miao, fist technique is rigorous and rigorous, and the move is inseparable from the Meng Qi's temples, eyes, etc., and it is not impatient in the face of the intentional exposure of Meng Qi. The chance of injury, even if it is an absolute opportunity, as long as it does not face the door, at least half of the force is left on the defense.
Although Meng Qi has been through continuous actual combat and has a general grasp of Arhat Fist already, when facing the real expert, when facing the rapid but accurate moves of Zhen Miao, it still feels that the heart has not arrived, or the hand has not arrived, if not Relying on Iron Shirt, he fought several hard punches, and he was defeated long ago. The popping noise was the sound of Zhen Miao hitting him.
Although none of these hit the key, Meng Qi still feels a little bit of pain under continuous blows.
Of course, this kind of battle also makes Meng Qi gain a lot, there is a kind of Arhat Fist's moves that will soon become their own physical instincts.
He could n’t help but be grateful for Jiang Zhiwei ’s advice. If she had exchanged for Iron Shirt, the practice evasion skill|effort, when she was weak and had no actual combat experience, she did n’t know how many times she had to pass a failed training session to master a fist technique. Now, With Iron Shirt as a backing, one pair of exercises is equivalent to many failures. You can slowly sink your breath and turn fist technique instinct.
Zhen Miao is a double fist, with strict rules. Step by step, Meng Qi is forced to arrived, so he has no chance to fight against Iron Shirt!
"No, I have to find a way. I can't stand anymore with a few tricks ..." Meng Qi, with the Iron Shirt and the battle between life and death, did not panic and tried hard to seek a counterattack opportunity.
Suddenly, he discovered that during the Zhen Miao offensive round, there was clearly a gap on the left side, so that he could temporarily get rid of the front and relax the gap!
This time, Meng Qi reached his feet, and flicked to the left with a flick.
The body just moved, a foot with white leggings stretched out somehow and kicked directly to Meng Qi's's abdomen.
Oops! Meng Qi secretly said badly, quickly sideways to avoid legs, and at this moment, the wind next to his ears suddenly, a fist stopped at the Meng Qi temple, punching his head pain.
"you let me win." Zhen Miao withdrew his right fist, folded his hands together, a faint smile appeared on his face, and seemed to be very concerned about washing the shame of yesterday.
Meng Qi reviews the gains and losses, summarizes the gains, and at the same time politely says: "Thank you, Brother, for your guidance."
No matter what kind of psychology Zhen Miao is out of, such pairing really helps you a lot.
Suddenly, he flashed his light, thinking about the flaws that Zhen Miao had deliberately sold. If he used the step in Divine Movement Eight Steps, he could completely avoid his bullet legs, but instead led him to reveal real flaws.
This thought just started, and Meng Qi blurted out: "Brother Zhen Miao, please continue to give pointers tomorrow." Hey, I am still unskilled in Divine Movement Eight Steps, and I do n’t think of it until now!
Ah? The Martial Monk as if did not hear clearly, one after another looked at Meng Qi, he dare to challenge Zhen Miao brother?
"If you can't take my ten tricks tomorrow, you will stop pointing in the future." Zhen Miao froze for a moment and nodded slowly.
On the way to the dining hall.
"Hey, are you addicted to beatings?" Zhen Yong looked at him up, down, left, and right as if he didn't know Meng Qi.
Zhen Hui looked at Zhen Yong puzzled: "Senior Brother Zhen Yong, great hero heroes are not like this? Never fail!"
Zhen Yong looked at Meng Qi strangely, and what strange story did you tell Little Junior Brother.
Meng Qi knew that its actions were too weird, and did not conceal: "Senior Brother Zhen Yong, I just thought that the arrived trick could be used at that time, so I blurted out."
"Then you are unskilled? I remembered after practice ..." Zhen Yong heard the hidden meaning in Meng Qi's words.
Meng Qi nodded and pondered: "You have to wait to go to Yanwu Hall to find someone to practice."
After dinner, Meng Qi meditated on practice for "Shaolin Core Technique" for a while, and could not wait to enter the Yanwu Hall.
He looked around, a smile on his face immediately, because he saw that Zhen Liang was practicing with a Martial Monk, his expression was fierce, and he was fierce, and he seemed to want to vent yesterday's sullen anger.
Meng Qi slowed down and walked around in circles. Then the strength of Martial Monk was inadequate, and it was suppressed by Zhen Liang. It was soon hit by punches and became black and swollen.
"Haha." Zhen Liang watched that Martial Monk stumbled out of the door and gave a cheerful smile, but at this moment, he felt a strong collision behind him, and the whole person couldn't hold back, knocking the Martial Monk on the opposite side.
"Wow, junior brother you are more arrogant today, dare to hit me with your back, come, let's practice."
That hateful, hateful voice! Zhen Liang stretched his body and slowly turned around, trying to make a few hard breaths, but said involuntarily: "Brother, I have an opponent."
"Really? I think he has just gone out, so, I will give junior brother your time to breathe." Meng Qi said with a smile, he is now carved in jade and looks very handsome and beautiful. But in the eyes of Zhen Liang, it looks like a ghost.
Zhen Liang looked around for four weeks and found that everyone except the Martial Monk he had dealt with was standing far away. He was also somewhat loyal. He did not want to drag his friend into the water and gritted his teeth. "Brother, Start now! "
Seeing Zhen Liang's appearance of premature death and premature birth, Meng Qi smiled, his face cleared, he shouted and became an advanced attacker.
After a joss stick.
"Brother, I admit defeat! Can I admit defeat yet?" The Zhen Liang dead dog generally fell to the ground, unwilling to stand up again.
Meng Qi touched his faintly scum, and nodded with a smile on his face: "Okay."
At least that step in Divine Movement Eight Steps, I am really proficient, as long as Zhen Yong does not use martial arts other than Arhat Fist, he can give him a "surprise"!
Hearing the words Meng Qi, Zhen Liang, like Meng Meng, quickly got up and fled outside.
After running a few steps, he stopped suddenly, pretend calmly said: "My brother is a monk of Monastic Discipline Courtyard."
"Eh, you know you are looking for a parent?" Meng Qi said with a smile.
His rather bizarre answer completely surpassed the expectations of Zhen Liang, and he was a little stunned for a while, not knowing how to answer it.
Meng Qi has the life and death pressures and abundant resources of Reincarnation World, and does not care much about the precepts, hēi hēi smiled: "Brother and I dharma name Zhen Yong, I am doing well and straight, if I violate the precepts, voluntarily accept the penalty, junior brother, you still Do n’t leave, want to keep practicing? ”
After listening to Zhen Liang, he was so scared that he even ran away, and he “dominated” the Yanwu Hall for more than a year.
"Really, Zhen Yong? junior brother, are you sick?" The Zhen Yong next to him asked blankly, why did he call himself Zhen Yong?
Meng Qi glanced at him: "Amused, we are not so different in appearance, no one will admit it wrong."
Hey, it ’s really boring to be humorous.
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The next day, when the practice was over, Meng Qi could n’t wait to stand up and salute: “Please also ask Brother to give pointers.”
Zhen De and other Martial Monk have been waiting for this thing from the beginning, but when it actually happened, it still felt incredible. Has this Zhen Ding brain been bitten by the dog? Dare to challenge Brother Zhen Miao continuously!
The don't tell me did n’t know the details of his brother Zhen Miao a few days ago. After a lucky victory, he thought he was on equal terms with his suppressive brother Zhen Miao?
I do n’t know how high it is!
Yesterday was the embodiment of the real gap!
Zhen Miao turned his face, nodded, and set his posture, waiting for Meng Qi take action.
This training session is very similar to yesterday. Although Meng Qi has a deeper grasp of Arhat Fist, the gap with Zhen Miao is still very large, and he can only suffer a few punches. Gradually, he fell into yesterday ’s situation again. The unhurried Zhen Miao forced the arrived desperately.
"I will say, where is his confidence to challenge Brother Zhen Miao!" Such a situation makes Zhen De very happy.
"Yeah, it's too ignorant and thick." Another Martial Monk also agrees that they always have a subconscious rejection of companions who are out of line. "Wait a second, Zhen Miao brother will definitely win like yesterday!"
"Winning is affirmative, but Brother Zhen Miao is used to being cautious and will never use the same trick as yesterday." Zhen De said confidently.
Meng Qi did not wait for Zhen Miao to sell the flaw, but when he found his left shoulder slightly sinking, he suddenly used his shoulder to resist the fist and attacked Zhen Miao right body.
Zhen Miao has the leeway, the moves are not aging, and the Meng Qi who opened the swoop has a double peak and hit the temple directly.
Suddenly, he lost a trace of Meng Qi's with a flower in front of him!
This is not because Meng Qi is too fast, but because his body is short and turning, the direction and position he chose are completely set off. Zhen Miao expected it, which is so strange that his attention failed to keep up, causing Meng Qi to disappear Hallucinations.
Oops! The thought of Zhen Miao has just started, and Meng Qi, who has turned around and slipped, has staggered from him, facing the vest.
With this at the same time, Meng Qi knocked back with his right elbow and hit his vest hard.
Poof! The Meng Qi's elbow hit the Zhen Miao vest, but felt weak and weak. He turned his head halfway and looked at the corners of his eyes, but he saw that the Zhen Miao monk's clothes swelled up, removing most of his strength.
This is not what Qi Gathering Stage can accomplish! Meng Qi moved his heart, closed his hand, and smiled and said: "you let me win, brother is really amazing."
Zhen Miao's complexion is very green, very angry at losing again:
"Fight tomorrow".
In words, there seems to be a sense of dissatisfaction with Meng Qi as a real opponent.
The two of them just got up and down, which made people dazzled. Zhen De and other Martial Monk had not yet reacted, and already scored the victory and defeat. For a while, they looked at Zhen Miao and Meng Qi in a daze I just feel that everything is like a dream.
After a while, their eyes turned to Meng Qi's, which really turned into attention and vigilance.
No matter what means you can use to defeat Zhen Miao for the second time, Zhen Ding must be outstanding!
"Awesome! I do n’t believe you ’ve been learning Arhat Fist for a long time." After the martial arts ended, Zhen Yong caught up with Meng Qi and Zhen Hui, and he looked like him again.
Meng Qi is a little proud, and speaks eloquently: "junior brother is a little talent for martial arts."
This can't always be Reincarnation World.
"Will you go to the Yanwu Hall later?" Zhen Yong asked.
Meng Qi nodded vigorously: "Of course, I still have to prepare for tomorrow's training with Brother Zhen Miao."
After dinner, after practicing internal skills, Meng Qi regularly stepped into Yanwu Hall.
He just stepped in, and he saw Zhen Liang's expression tightened, pulling the Martial Monk pair next to him to practice. take action was gentle, and he seemed to want to hit the wild.
As for the other Martial Monk, which is close to Zhen Liang, one after another is also looking for someone to practice it without giving Meng Qi a chance to "provoke".
"How do I feel like a villain who bullies a woman ..." Meng Qi said silently for a while, hēi hēi, which feels good!
Zhen Yong is quite cooperative this time, he said with a smile: "Evil monk Zhen Ding!"
In the following month, Meng Qi spent the challenges and counter-challenges with Zhen Miao, losing more than winning, and practicing at the Wuwu Hall at night. In the second half of arrived, he felt that Martial Monk was not challenging here. So he entered the Yanwu Hall and was beaten with a disgraced face, but he was not tired, because the progress of internal skills, boxing, blade technique was exceptionally obvious!
"You guard the Houshan Road tonight." At noon that day, Xuan Chi came over and announced a mission.
Zhen Miao saw everyone blank and explained: "Houshan suppresses the demons and monsters that my Shaolin has surrendered over the years. You need to be guarded at any time. Rest assured that you have junior uncle senior uncles of Dharma Courtyard and Bodhi Courtyard on the inner layer. Basic alert. "
demons and monsters? Meng Qi took a breath.