After withdrawing his leg, Ye Cheng did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him. He stood quietly and looked at the middle-aged monk who was knocked away with an indifferent expression.
As soon as the middle-aged monk landed on the ground, he stepped back three steps before he stabilized his body. There was still a line of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. After coughing out a mouthful of blood, he said in a cold voice: "The donor is very powerful. This young monk is no match, but we still have to do it."
Take the donor to the Discipline Hall!"
Ye Cheng sighed softly, with a rather lonely look on his face, and said, "I'll leave now. I accidentally injured the master just now, so please forgive me!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest. He was also annoyed by the monk's persistence and was unwilling to kill people, so he had no choice but to leave. He wanted to take a breather here, but the huge Jingyuan City was only here.
Giving him a bit of tranquility, the chanting of the monks in the temple, and the faint fragrance of sandalwood in the entire temple, made the tense nerves completely relax.
"Hmph, you are so courageous. You broke into my forbidden territory first, hurt my junior brother last, and then left like that. Could it be that our Faquan Temple has become a vegetable market? Come and leave as soon as you say!"
Just when Ye Cheng had taken a few steps, a loud roar came from outside the bamboo forest. A monk with a body like a flesh ball rushed over, jumped into the air, and slapped Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng frowned. Unexpectedly, this fat monk didn't say anything about the situation. He just jumped up and hit him. Feeling the power of this palm, he thought that this person was indeed above him. He should be in the upper middle class.
However, many middle and high-level people were killed. If the fat monk bullied others too much, it would not be a big deal to kill him.
Feeling the palm wind that had hit his body, he decided to test his own strength. He took half a step back with his right leg, and the internal force in his body started to work instantly. The crowd concentrated on his arms, and punched directly with both fists.
"boom"
Ye Cheng's body swayed backwards violently, and he pushed his feet firmly into the ground. The blood in his body surged, and the opponent's internal energy was extremely strong. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he smiled and said: "The journey to Buddhism is indeed unfathomable!"
After the fat monk exchanged palms with Ye Cheng, he originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to capture him, but a strong tearing feeling came from his thick palms. Even with his own skill, he could not completely restrain it.
, what shocked him even more was the collision after the infuriating energy was torn apart.
A burning and numbing feeling came from his hands. The original offensive was really unable to continue, so he used the force of the counter-shock to roll back and land firmly on the ground.
"Sure enough, the little benefactor has some skills. No wonder you dare to come to my Faquan Temple to act wild. However, if you dare to step into the forbidden area of my temple, please go to the Discipline Hall with me!"
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ye Cheng's breath also calmed down. He felt that he was still inferior to the fat monk. If his internal strength could keep up, although he could not say that he would be able to kill this person with certainty, he would at least make him vomit three liters of blood.
, after hearing what the fat monk said, he smiled slightly and said: "Thank you, Master, for your advice. If you do it by force, don't blame me for being merciless!"
The fat monk sneered: "Then please don't show mercy to the donor. It seems that the young monk can only use force!"
In an instant, the fat monk's momentum immediately rose, and he grinned in a very funny manner. He was like a meat ball with an open mouth. However, Ye Cheng felt an irresistible feeling, secretly thinking that this might be a Buddhist*
*Special features.
Seeing that his opponent had become serious, Ye Cheng did not dare to be too confident. The spiritual platform was completely empty. He silently felt the aura of the fat monk and could vaguely discover some strengths and weaknesses.
Suddenly, the fat monk's whole body trembled, and a large ring of fat trembled. His large monk robe automatically lifted up without wind. He opened his eyes with half-squint, jumped into the air again, and pounced on the target two feet away.
This time he wanted to use the strongest blow to subdue the ignorant boy in front of him.
Ye Cheng naturally felt the power of the opponent's blow. He was not stupid enough to imitate the previous attack and tried to catch it forcefully. He moved his body back about a foot and got out of the covered area, right where the fat monk landed.
In an instant, he took a fierce step forward, his arms carrying a fist shadow, and rushed into the opponent's range.
For a moment, Ye Cheng was full of energy, and he kept retreating. The opponent relied on his deep internal strength, and every blow was full of internal strength. He couldn't take advantage of it at all, so he could only rely on retreating to relieve the pressure.
The fat monk let out a long laugh, and his sleeves swelled fiercely. The tumbling process was like the mighty waves of the Yangtze River, turning into layers of waves, sweeping in one after another. However, he found a way to restrain Ye Cheng's weird palm power.
The best way, after this, Ye Cheng tragically discovered that he was completely unable to contact his opponent, and his own advantages were completely suppressed. How could he rely on his penetrating ability to defeat the opponent's internal strength.
"boom"
Ye Cheng's spirit relaxed slightly, and the fat monk immediately seized this opportunity. A pair of long flesh thrust into the shadow of his fist and imprinted on Ye Cheng's chest. Fortunately, the strength of this fist was weakened a lot, otherwise it would have been enough with just one palm.
His life.
"Wow"
Ye Cheng, who was knocked away, spat out another mouthful of blood and rolled two feet along the ground before he stopped. His internal organs seemed to have been displaced, and they all shrank together in pain. His face turned pale, and he sighed secretly in his heart.
This time he kicked the iron plate. It was obvious that the strength of this fat monk was higher than that of the Nalan Messenger. There are also strong and weak levels in the middle and upper levels.
He stood up slowly while holding on to the statue beside him. Looking at the fat monk who had rushed towards him again, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seems that he is really going to hang here today, but speaking of this, the environment of this bamboo forest is good. If he died in
This is a good place to be worthy of myself. Thinking of this, I glanced over, but what I didn't want to face was a thin face with a long neck and a pleasant smile. One hand pressed the knee, the body leaned forward, and the palm of the other hand reached forward, shaking and volleying.
The way it hits.
As if Ye Cheng sensed something, he also imitated the Buddha statue, holding his knees with one hand and gently reaching out with his right hand. Something wonderful really happened. The feeling of depression enveloped by the fat monk was instantly eliminated.
After unloading it to the side, the internal organs, which were feeling extremely painful just now, felt as if they were being washed by a spring water, which was extremely refreshing.
The most surprising thing is that the extended right hand automatically mobilized and gathered in the right palm. It happened to meet the fat monk who had already jumped in front of him. The two sides exchanged palms again. This time Ye Cheng was not hit hard.
Feeling the pain, I just took a few steps back slightly, and the underwear that invaded the body dispersed along the meridians. It was not like the abnormal pain when I was spanked before.
Suddenly enlightened, he immediately turned his head and scanned around again, squinting his eyes slightly, and instantly turned these Buddha statues of different shapes in his mind, and his body began to shake accordingly.
He can make a smiling face and move his arms accordingly.
The fat monk's attack failed. He lowered his foot and attacked again. His sleeves were still fluttering. It seemed that this method was enough to restrain Ye Cheng. He no longer believed that he had come up with the magical move just now, and he took it all seriously.
It's just his luck.
Ye Cheng retracted his right palm and made a big circle in front of him. He moved his left hand from bottom to top. This inexplicable move immediately made his body feel relaxed. The true energy in his body moved by itself, but it moved according to his heart and at will.
The fat monk's offensive was disrupted by this inexplicable move, and he felt that it was unsustainable. If he continued to use this move, he would be like being beaten by others, so he had to temporarily change his move and move sideways.
, grabbing Ye Cheng's waist.
Ye Cheng laughed, but he was extremely happy. At first, he just wanted to use the power of these stone arhats. He didn't expect that when he simulated the posture of setting a mountain, the true energy in his body would react like a natural reaction, following his thoughts.
He rushed out, but he suddenly realized that the strange postures of these more than ten Arhat statues were most likely designed by a senior Buddhist master. Intentionally or unintentionally, they showed the beauty of the Arhats in the various postures of the Arhats.
, and I also understood it intentionally or unintentionally.
At this moment, he was not thinking about how to defeat the enemy. He was just trying his best to understand the mysteries of this Arhat. There was also this fat monk coming to fight for him, and he used the moves of more than ten Arhats in a dozen times.
The fat monk never thought that the guy in front of him would suddenly use so many inexplicable moves, and he looked like an Arhat. At first, he could still feel the ambiguity in his boxing skills, but after two times, it was different.
I feel the pressure, but fortunately there are only about ten moves, so I can barely cope with it.
Let's talk about Ye Cheng. At this moment, he is getting braver and braver as he fights, and he is getting more and more skillful. It's just that after more than ten moves, he still has the urge to continue changing. But there are only so many Arhats here. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind. Apart from these Arhats,
He has also seen sculptures in one place, and that is Lingyun Temple.
At that time, it was just a temporary illusion. The shape I memorized out of boredom suddenly came out according to the memory. For a moment, Yan Ran became a living Arhat.
He pressed his palms and kicked his feet with a majestic spirit that could shake mountains. He and the fat monk continued to fight. For a while, the Arhat sculptures around him suffered a disaster. I don’t know how many years, they were inadvertently destroyed.
The fists and kicks hit him hard, and every statue was damaged and collapsed.
The fat monk lost all his opportunities, his energy and ambition were suppressed, and he was already suppressed by the ebb and flow of one thing and the other. He could only switch from offense to defense, struggling to support the opponent's domineering bombardment, and the blood in his body couldn't help it.
He started to writhe, and his face gradually became bloodshot.
Suddenly, Ye Cheng let out a long laugh, and punched his fists directly into the fat monk's wide sleeves. Within a few inches, he flicked his index finger and hit him hard in the lower abdomen. Internal energy rushed in. He had no intention of killing anyone.
, with a gentle flick, he pushed the fat monk out.
The gray-clothed monk looked at Ye Cheng with disbelief. Just now, this man was struggling to support his senior brother. In just a few minutes, he immediately turned his back on the guest and defeated his senior brother with just a few moves.
The monk supported the pale senior brother by his side and asked in a panic: "Senior brother, are you okay?"
After a long while, the fat monk coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly: "Junior brother suffering, don't worry, the little benefactor doesn't have the intention to kill me this time, otherwise I might have gone to see the Buddha!"
He raised his head, nodded slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Thank you very much for the benefactor's mercy just now, but if you step into the forbidden area of my temple and refuse to follow us to the Discipline Academy, the leader will naturally be disappointed, and you must not be complacent!" After that!
, left with the support of suffering.
Ye Cheng sighed slightly, secretly thinking that he was going to be in trouble again this time. He was really in trouble. He would cause trouble wherever he went. However, thinking of the feeling just now, his body felt comfortable. Taking advantage of his free time, he hurriedly opened the record.
At first glance, I was overjoyed by the system prompts.
