MTL - The Sage Who Transcended Samsara-Chapter 26 Wicked Meng (click for recommendations)

Alas, the sound of a defeated voice echoed in the dry and cold air.

Meng Qi knew that there was a big gap between him and Zhen Miao, and he had long been prepared to lose, but he really found out that the gap was so large, even if he suppressed his strength to a small accumulation, Even if he only uses Luo Han Boxing.

Knowing that Meng Qi ’s “Iron Cloth” was so successful, his boxing methods were rigorous and rigorous, and he could not leave Meng Qi ’s temples, eyes, and other covers, but he was not impatient in the face of Meng Qi ’s intentional flaws, and he was not given The opportunity for a small injury to a large injury, even if it is an absolute opportunity, as long as you don't face the cover, you still have at least half of your power on defense.

Although Meng Qi has mastered Luo Han Boxing after continuous actual combat, he can still feel that his eyes have not come to his eyes, or that he has not come to his eyes, when he is facing a real master, and when he is faced with a wonderfully fast but accurate move. If it hadn't been for several punches by relying on the iron cloth shirt, he would have been defeated for a long time.

Although none of these hit the main points, Meng Qi still felt faint pain under continuous blows.

Of course, such a fight has also made Meng Qi very rewarding. There is a change in Luohan's moves that quickly becomes his own instinct.

He couldn't help but secretly appreciate Jiang Yanwei's instructions. If she hadn't exchanged her "iron cloth shirt" for her kung fu practice, when she was weak and had no actual combat experience, she didn't know how many times she had to fail to practice before she could master a punch. With iron cloth shirts as a backing, one pair of exercises is equivalent to experiencing many failures. You can slowly sink your breath and turn your fist into instinct.

Really wonderful fist, wind and rigorous tactics, step by step Meng Qi into a desperate situation, so that he did not even have the opportunity to fight with iron cloth shirt!

"No, I have to find a way. I have no choice but to fight a few more tricks ..." Meng Qi relied on the iron cloth shirt, not a life-and-death battle, and did not panic, trying to find a chance to fight back.

Suddenly, he found that in this round of attack, there was a gap on the left, so that he could get rid of the front for a while and take a breath!

This time, Meng Qi was so impressed that he flickered to the left with a trick.

The body just moved, a foot with white leggings stretched out of nowhere and kicked directly at Meng Qi's lower abdomen.

bad! Meng Qi said in a bad voice, and hurriedly avoided his legs. At this moment, the sound of the wind around his ear suddenly stopped, and a fist stopped by Meng Qi's temple. The fist wind pressed his head into pain.

"Assign." Zhen Miao retracted her right fist, folded her hands, a faint smile appeared on her face, and seemed to be very grateful for the shame of yesterday.

While reviewing the gains and losses and summing up the gains, Meng Qi saluted, "Thank you for your guidance."

No matter what kind of psychology is really good, this kind of confrontation really helps oneself greatly.

Suddenly, he had a flash of light, thinking of the flaw that was just so deliberately sold just now. If he used the one of the eight steps of God's deed, he could completely avoid his bounce leg, but lead him to reveal the real flaw.

Such an idea just started, Meng Qi blurted out: "Brother Miao, please continue to give pointers tomorrow." Hey, I'm still unfamiliar with the eight steps of God's action, until now I remember!

what? As if the monks didn't hear clearly, they looked at Meng Qi one after another, and dare to challenge Brother True?

"If you can't pick up my ten moves tomorrow, I'll stop giving pointers in the future." A faint nod, slowly nodding.

On the way to the dining hall.

"Well, are you beaten and addicted?" Zhenyong looked at him up and down, as if he didn't know Meng Qi.

Zhenhui looked at Zhenyong puzzlingly: "Brother Zhenyong, aren't all heroes like this? Never say no!"

Zhenyong took a strange look at Meng Qi, what strange story did you tell to the younger brother.

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

"That trick isn't you proficient? I remember it after practice ..." Zhenyong heard the hidden meaning in Meng Qi's words.

Meng Qi nodded and groaned: "Wait for the Yanwu Hall to find someone to practice."

After dinner, Meng Qi meditated and practiced "Shaolin Mind" for a while, and couldn't wait to step into the Yanwu Hall.

He looked around with a smile on his face, because he saw that Zhen Liang was practicing with a monk, his expression was fierce, and he was fierce, and seemed to want to vent all the anger and anger of yesterday.

Meng Qi slowed down and walked around the circle. The monk was weak and was suppressed by the true momentum. He was soon hit with one punch and became swollen.

"Haha." Really watching the monk stumbled out of the door, he gave a cheerful smile, but at this moment, he felt a violent collision behind him, the whole man couldn't hold back, and knocked a monk across from him.

"Wow, my brother, you are getting more arrogant today. You dared to hit me with your back. Come, let's practice."

That hateful sound! A real amount of body stretched, turning slowly, wanting to be angry, but involuntarily said, "Brother, I have an opponent."

"Is it? I think he just went out, so let's give your brother a moment to breathe." Meng Qi said with a smile, his present appearance is carved in pink and jade, and he looks handsome and handsome with a smile. In the real amount of eyes, but like a ghost.

I looked around and found that apart from the few monks I had with myself, everyone else was standing far away. He was kind of loyal. He was unwilling to drag his friend into the water and bit his teeth. "Master, now let's start!"

Seeing Zhen Liang's appearance of early death and early birth, Meng Qi smiled, his face sullen, and he sang loudly as an advanced attack.

After a joss stick.

"Brother, I confess defeat! Can I still confess defeat?" True dead dogs usually fell to the ground, unwilling to stand up again.

Meng Qi touched his vague Hu Huzi, and nodded with a smile: "It's okay."

At least that one of the eight steps of the miracle, he is truly proficient. As long as he never uses martial arts other than Luo Hanquan, he can completely surprise him!

After hearing Meng Qi's words, the real amount was as amnesty, and he quickly got up and fled to the door.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stood still, pretending to be calm and authentic: "My brother is a disciplined monk in the disciplined institute."

"Well, do you know how to find a parent?" Meng Qi said with a smile.

His rather bizarre answer was completely unexpected, and he was a little drowsy at a time, and he didn't know how to answer.

Meng Qi has the pressure of life and death and rich resources in the world of reincarnation. He doesn't care much about the monks of the discipline. He smiled: "Brother and I, the law is really eternal, and we are doing well. You haven't left yet, and you want to continue practicing? "

After listening to it in real volume, he was frightened to run away. He "dominated" the Wuwu Hall for more than a year. He has never seen such a guy who is not afraid of discipline monks!

"Really, really Yong? Brother, are you sick?" Zhenyong next asked blankly, why did he call himself Zhenyong?

Meng Qi glanced at him: "Amused, we have a big difference in appearance, and no one will admit it."

Hey, humor is really boring.

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The next day, when the practice was over again, Meng Qi couldn't wait to stand up and salute: "Please give me guidance."

Monks and other monks have been waiting for this from the beginning, but when it really happened, they still felt incredible. Did this really set their minds on the dog? How dare you continue to challenge your wonderful brother!

Is it true that the other day, relying on the true brother, he did n’t know his details, and fortunately won once, he thought he was on an equal footing with the true brother who suppressed power?

I do not know the sky is thick!

Yesterday is the manifestation of the real gap!

Really pulling his face, he nodded, and put his posture on the table, waiting for Meng Qi's shot.

This time the practice was very similar to yesterday. Although Meng Qi had a deeper grasp of Luo Han Boxing, the gap between him and the truth was still very big. He could only take so few punches. Gradually, he fell into yesterday's situation again. The beauty of not panic was a little bit desperate.

"I'll just say, where did he come to challenge that wonderful brother with that confidence!" This situation made Zhende very happy.

"Yeah, I don't know how high the sky is." Another monk echoed. They always had a subconscious rejection of the companion who behaved exceptionally. "Wait a moment, Master Brother will surely win again like yesterday!"

"Winning is certain, but Brother Zhenmiao is used to being cautious and will never use yesterday's trick again." Zhende said confidently.

Meng Qi did not wait for Zhen Miao to sell the flaw, but when he found that his left shoulder was slightly sinking, he suddenly resisted his fist with his shoulder and stormed Zhen Miao's right body.

Miao Qi has spared no effort, the moves did not make the old, homeopathic mistake, Meng Qi opened the swoop, came a double peak through the ears, hit the temple directly.

Suddenly, a flower bloomed in front of his eyes, even missing Meng Qi's trace!

This was not that Meng Qi was too fast, but that his body was short and turning, and the direction and position he chose completely set out a wonderful prediction. It was so weird that his attention failed to keep up, causing Meng Qi to disappear. Hallucinations.

bad! Really good thoughts just started, Meng Qi slipped and turned away from him, the vest is opposite.

At the same time, Meng Qi hit his right elbow back and slammed into his vest.

puff! Meng Qi hit the magic vest with his elbows, but felt powerless, half-turned his head, and looked at the corner of his eyes, but saw that the wonderful monk's clothes swelled and released most of his strength.

This is not something that can be accomplished during the gas storage period! Meng Qi's heart moved, he closed up, and greeted him with a smile: "Here's what he did, brother is really great."

Really complex complexion, very angry about losing again:

"Fight tomorrow."

In words, there seems to be an invincible feeling of treating Meng Qi as a real opponent.

The fighting rabbits that the two just met were up and down, which was dazzling. Before the monks and other monks reacted, they had already won the match. For a moment, they both stared at Zhen Miao and Meng Qi blankly. , Just feel everything like a dream, really unreal.

After a while, their gaze toward Meng Qi really turned into attention and vigilance.

No matter what method is used to defeat the wonderful brother for the second time, there must be something special!

"Great! I just don't believe you didn't learn Luo Hanquan for a long time." After the practice of martial arts, Zhenyong caught up with Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and looked at him again.

Meng Qiyin was a little proud, saying so bluntly: "My brother has a little talent for martial arts."

This can't be said to be reincarnation.

"Will you go to the Wuwu Hall a while?" Zhenyong asked.

Meng Qi nodded vigorously: "Of course, we have to be ready to practice with Brother Zheniao tomorrow."

After dinner, after practicing internal exercises, Meng Qi's work routinely entered the Yanwu Hall.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw that his expression was tight. He pulled the monk next to him and practiced it slowly. He seemed to want to get old.

And other monks who approached the real amount also found people to practice together, and did not give Meng Qi the opportunity to "provoke".

"How do I feel like a wicked bully ..." Meng Qi said silently for a while, hehe, this feels good!

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

One month later, Meng Qi spent time and again with the wonderful challenge and counter-challenge, losing more than winning, and practicing at the Wuwu Hall in the evening. By the second half of the month, he felt that the monks here were not challenging. So he entered the Yanwu Hall and was ashamed of his face, but he did not tire of it, because the internal skills, fists, and swords had made extraordinary progress!

"You guard the back road tonight." At noon that day, Xuanchi came to announce a mission.

It was wonderful to see everyone confused, and explained a sentence: "Houshan suppresses the demon monsters that I have surrendered to Shaolin over the years. They need to be guarded at any time. Rest assured, the masters and uncles who have their own Dharma and Bodhi Institutes are in the inner layer. Look around and do basic vigilance. "

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