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Chapter 26 The Wicked Xiaomeng (please click for recommendation)

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    Puff puff puff, a sound of defeat echoed in the dry and cold air.

    Meng Qi knew that there was a big gap between himself and Zhenmiao, and he was already mentally prepared to lose, but when he actually fought, he realized that the gap was so big.  Even if he only uses Arhat Fist.

    Knowing the ingenuity of Meng Qi's "iron cloth shirt" in its infancy, his fists are rigorous and fierce, and his moves cannot be separated from Meng Qi's temples, eyes, etc., but he is not impatient when facing Meng Qi's deliberately exposed flaws, and does not give him any trouble at all.  The chance of changing a minor injury to a major injury, even if it is an absolute good opportunity, as long as you don't face the door, at least half of your energy will be left on defense.

    Although Meng Qi has mastered Luohanquan through continuous actual combat, but when facing real masters, when faced with the wonderful, fast but accurate changes in moves, he still feels that his heart has not arrived, or his eyes have not arrived.  If he hadn't resisted several punches with the iron shirt, he would have been defeated long ago, and the sound of boo boo boo was the sound of Zhenmiao hitting him.

    Although none of these hit the vital point, Meng Qi still felt a dull pain under the continuous blows.

    Of course, this kind of battle also benefited Meng Qi a lot, and he felt that the changes in Luohan Quan's moves were quickly becoming his own physical instinct.

    He couldn't help secretly thanking Jiang Zhiwei for her guidance. If she hadn't let her exchange for the horizontal kung fu of "Iron Cloth Shirt", when he was weak and had no actual combat experience, he would have to go through many failed duels to master a boxing technique, and now  , with an iron cloth shirt as the backing, a pair of training is equivalent to experiencing many failures, and you can slowly sink your breath and turn your fists into instinct.

    It's so wonderful that the two fists were strong and the law was strict, step by step Meng Qi was cornered, and he didn't even have the chance to fight for his life with the iron shirt!

    "No, I have to find a way. If there are a few more tricks, I won't be able to stand up" Meng Qi relied on his iron shirt and it wasn't a life-and-death battle, so he didn't panic, and tried hard to find a chance to fight back.

    Suddenly, he found that during Zhenmiao's attack, there was an obvious gap on the left side, allowing him to temporarily get rid of the gap in the front and take a breath!

    This time, Meng Qi's heart was on his feet, he made a feint, and then dodged to the left.

    As soon as the body moved, a foot wrapped in white leggings stretched out from nowhere and kicked Meng Qi's abdomen directly.

    Oops!  Meng Qi said inwardly that he was not good, and quickly turned to avoid his legs, but at this moment, there was a sudden wind in his ear, and a fist stopped at Meng Qi's temple, and the wind of the fist made his head hurt.

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

    Meng Qi reviewed the gains and losses and summed up the gains, while returning the courtesy: "Thank you for your guidance, brother."

    No matter what kind of psychology is really wonderful, this kind of duel practice really helps me a lot.

    Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, thinking 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 kicking, and instead lead him to reveal the real flaw.

    Just as this idea came up, Meng Qi blurted out: "Brother Wonderful, please continue to teach me tomorrow." Hey, I'm still not proficient in the eight steps of divine movement, and I didn't remember it until now!

    ah?  The monks didn't seem to hear clearly, they all looked at Meng Qi, how dare he challenge Brother Zhenmiao?

    "If you can't handle my ten tricks tomorrow, don't give me advice in the future." Zhenmiao froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

    On the way to the dining hall.

    "Tsk, are you addicted to being beaten?" Zhenyong looked him up, down, left, and right as if he didn't know Meng Qi.

    Zhenhui looked at Zhenyong puzzledly: "Brother Zhenyong, aren't all heroes like this? Never say never!"

    Zhenyong gave Meng Qi a strange look, what kind of weird story did you tell the little junior again?

    Meng Qi knew that his behavior was too weird, so he didn't hide it: "Senior Brother Zhenyong, I just thought of a trick that can be used at such a time, so I blurted it out."

    "You're not proficient in that trick? You didn't remember it until you finished practicing" Zhenyong heard the meaning hidden in Meng Qi's words.

    Meng Qi nodded, and pondered: "We have to go to the Yanwu Hall to find someone to practice against."

    After dinner, Meng Qi meditated and practiced the "Shaolin Mind Method" 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 that Zhenliang was training with a monk, with a ferocious expression and fierce moves, as if he wanted to vent all the aggrieved anger yesterday.

    Meng Qi slowed down and walked in a circle. The monk's strength was weak, and he was suppressed by his true strength. He was soon punched one after another, and his eyes became black and his face was swollen.

    "Ha ha.nbsp; At the same time, Meng Qi hit him hard on the back with an iron elbow with his right hand.

    Poof!  Meng Qi's elbow hit Zhenmiao's vest, but he felt powerless. He half turned his head and looked out of the corner of his eye, but saw Zhenmiao's monk's robe swelled up, taking most of his strength away.

    This is not something that can be accomplished during the gas storage period!  Meng Qi's heart moved, and he withdrew his hands. He smiled and said: "I've accepted, brother is really amazing."

    Zhenmiao's face was livid, very annoyed at losing again:

    "Fight again tomorrow."

    In the words, there seemed to be a sense of reluctance to admit defeat, regarding Meng Qi as a real opponent.

    The ups and downs of the two people's confrontation just now made people dazzled. Zhende and other monks had already decided the winner before they could react. For a while, they all stared blankly at Zhenmiao and Meng Qi.  , I just feel that everything is like a dream, so unreal.

    After a while, the eyes they looked at Meng Qi turned into attention and vigilance.

    No matter what method is used, to be able to defeat Brother Zhenmiao for the second time, there must be something extraordinary!

    "Amazing! I can't believe you have only learned Arhat Boxing not long ago." After the martial arts training, Zhenyong caught up with Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and seemed to get to know him again.

    Meng Qiyin was a little proud, and said without shame: "Junior brother, I have a bit of talent in martial arts since I was young."

    This can't be called the world of reincarnation.

    "Will you go to the Yanwu Hall later?" Zhenyong asked.

    Meng Qi nodded vigorously: "Of course, I have to prepare for tomorrow's duel with Brother Zhenmiao."

    After dinner, after practicing his internal strength, Meng Qi stepped into the martial arts hall with a regular schedule.

    As soon as he stepped in, he saw that Zhenliang's expression tightened, and he pulled the monk next to him to practice, his shots were gentle, as if he wanted to hit him forever.

    And other monks who were close to the real amount also found someone to practice against each other, not giving Meng Qi a chance to "provoke".

    "Why do I feel like a villain who bullies men and women" Meng Qi said after a while, hehe, this feeling is not bad!

    Zhenyong was quite cooperative this time, he laughed and said: "The evil monk is sure!"

    For the next month, Meng Qi spent time and time again in challenges and counter-challenges with Zhenmiao. He lost more than he won, and at night he practiced in the Martial Arts Hall. In the second half of the month, he already felt that the monks here were not challenging.  So he entered the Martial Arts Hall and was beaten to shame, but he never got tired of it, because the progress in internal strength, fists, and sword skills was extremely obvious!

    "Tonight you guard the main road in the back mountain." At noon that day, Xuan Chi came over and announced a mission.

    Seeing that everyone was at a loss, he explained a sentence: "The back mountain suppresses the demons and ghosts that I have surrendered in Shaolin over the years. They need to be guarded at all times. Don't worry, there are masters and uncles from Bodhidharma and Bodhi.  Patrol the perimeter and do basic vigilance."

    Demons and ghosts?  Meng Qi took a light breath.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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