Chapter 26 The Evil Man Xiao Meng (Please Click and Recommend)

Puff, puff, the sound of leather being hit 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 prepared himself to lose. But when they really fought, he found that the gap was so big, even though he suppressed his strength to the small success of Qi Accumulation, even though he only used Luohan Fist.

Zhen Miao knew that Meng Qi's "Iron Shirt" was just beginning, and his boxing was rigorous and fierce. Every move was aimed at Meng Qi's weak points such as temples and eyes. He was not impatient when facing the flaws that Meng Qi deliberately exposed, and did not give him the opportunity to exchange a small injury for a big injury. Even if it was an absolute good opportunity, as long as he did not face the weak point, he would at least keep half of his strength on defense.

Although Meng Qi had mastered the Luohan Fist after continuous actual combat, he still felt that his mind was not as good as his eyes, or his eyes were as good as his hands when facing a real master, and when facing Zhen Miao's fast but accurate changes in moves. If he hadn't relied on the iron shirt to resist several punches, he would have been defeated long ago. The sound of puff puff was the sound of Zhen Miao hitting him.

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

Of course, such a battle also made Meng Qi gain a lot, and he felt that the changes in the moves of the Luohan Fist were almost becoming his own physical instinct.

He couldn't help but secretly thank Jiang Zhiwei for her guidance. If she hadn't let him exchange for the "Iron Shirt" horizontal training kung fu, when he was weak and had no actual combat experience, he didn't know how many times he would have failed in sparring before he could master a boxing method. Now, with the iron shirt as a backing, a sparring is equivalent to experiencing many failures, and he can slowly calm down and turn the boxing method into instinct.

Zhenmiao's fists were full of wind, and his method was strict. He pushed Meng Qi into a desperate situation step by step, leaving him no chance to fight for his life with his iron shirt!

"No, I must find a way. If there are a few more moves, I can't hold on..." Meng Qi relied on his iron shirt and it was not a life-and-death battle, so he did not panic and tried hard to find a chance to counterattack.

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

This time, Meng Qi's heart and feet were in time, and he made a feint and dodged to the left.

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

Oops! Meng Qi secretly said that it was not good, and quickly turned sideways to avoid the leg. At this time, the wind sounded beside his ears, and a fist stopped at Meng Qi's temple, and the wind from the fist made his head hurt.

"Thank you." Zhenmiao retracted his right fist, put his hands together, and a faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was very concerned about washing away the shame of yesterday.

While reviewing his gains and losses and summarizing his gains, Meng Qi returned the greeting and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

No matter what Zhen Miao's mentality was, this kind of sparring really helped him a lot.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of the flaw that Zhen Miao had deliberately exposed just now. If he used that step in the Eight Steps of Divine Movement, he could completely avoid his kick and instead lead him to reveal his real flaw.

As soon as this thought came up, Meng Qi blurted out, "Senior Brother Zhen Miao, please continue to guide me tomorrow." Alas, I'm still not proficient in the Eight Steps of Divine Movement. I didn't remember it until now!

Ah? The monks seemed to have not heard clearly and looked at Meng Qi. He dared to challenge Senior Brother Zhen Miao?

"If you can't take my ten moves tomorrow, don't mention guidance in the future." Zhen Miao was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.

On the way to the dining hall.

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

Zhenhui looked at Zhenyong in confusion: "Brother Zhenyong, isn't that what all heroes are like? Never give up!"

Zhenyong looked at Mengqi strangely. What weird story did you tell your junior brother?

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

"You are not familiar with that trick? You only remembered it after the sparring..." Zhenyong heard the hidden meaning in Mengqi's words.

Mengqi nodded and pondered: "Wait a minute, I have to go to the martial arts hall to find someone to practice with."

After dinner, Mengqi meditated and practiced the "Shaolin Heart 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 Zhenliang practicing with a monk, with a ferocious expression and fierce moves, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and grievances of yesterday.

Meng Qi slowed down and walked around in a circle. The monk was weak and suppressed by Zhen Liang's momentum. He was soon hit by punches one after another, and his eyes became black and his face was swollen.

"Haha." Zhen Liang laughed happily after watching the monk stumble out of the door, but at this moment, he felt a strong impact from behind, and he couldn't stop the momentum and knocked down a monk opposite.

"Well, you are more arrogant today, you dare to hit me with your back, come, let's practice."

That hateful voice that makes people hate! Zhen Liang's body tensed, and he slowly turned around. He wanted to say something tough, but he couldn't help but say: "Brother, I have an opponent."

"Really? I saw he just went out. How about this, I'll give you a stick of incense to catch your breath." Meng Qi said with a smile. He looked like a delicate and beautiful girl, and he looked very handsome when he smiled, but in Zhen Liang's eyes, he looked like an evil ghost.

Zhenliang looked around and found that except for a few monks he was on good terms with, everyone else stood far away. He was also somewhat loyal and didn't want to drag his friends into the water, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, let's start now!"

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!

"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 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 mastery of Luohan Quan, the gap between him and Zhen Miao was still very big. 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!

This was not because Meng Qi was too fast, but because the direction and position he chose as he slumped and turned was completely unexpected and weird, his attention failed to keep 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 about 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, as if they knew him again.

Meng Qiyin was a little proud, and he said shamelessly: "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.

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

"Why do I feel like a bully..." Meng Qi said after a moment of silence. Hehe, this feeling is not bad!

Zhenyong was quite cooperative this time, laughing: "Evil monk Zhending!"

In the next month, Meng Qi spent his time in challenges and counter-challenges with Zhenmiao. He lost more than he won. At night, he practiced martial arts in the martial arts hall. In the second half of the month, he felt that the monks here were not challenging, so he entered the martial arts hall and was beaten up, but he was happy because his internal strength, boxing, and swordsmanship improved significantly!

"Tonight you guard the main road in the back mountain." At noon that day, Xuanchi came to announce a task.

Zhenmiao saw that everyone was at a loss, and explained: "The back mountain suppresses the demons and monsters that my Shaolin has subdued over the years. Someone needs to be guarded at all times. Don't worry, there are uncles and uncles from Damoyuan and Bodhiyuan in the inner layer. You just patrol the periphery and do basic vigilance."

Monsters and monsters? Meng Qi took a breath.