Song Mingjing's path of cultivation began in the world of Fang Miu's detective. He first practiced the police fighting technique, and then went through three worlds: Young King, Fang Shiyu, and chess warrior. From the current perspective, the grappling and fighting technique of the police fighting technique was too crude, so he had long abandoned it.

The boxing skills he is now used originated from Zhuge Shiba in the world of chess and warriors.

Zhuge Shiba is proficient in all kinds of martial arts.

From Zhuge's Eighteen Secret Room, the large amount of martial arts essence collected by Song Mingjing is not inferior to obtaining the Seven Killings Sutra and the Chitian Jue Hand secret book.

The Seven Killings True Sutra and Chi Tianjue Hand raised his upper limit, while the former completed his foundation and consolidated his foundation.

Bang!

Song Mingjing's feet were inspired by the true power, and the hard bluestone floor shattered, the stone particles sputtered, and they rushed out in all directions like arrows, forcing Jiexian, Zhan Zhao and others to retreat several feet to the appearance battle.

Then, Song Mingjing took advantage of the explosive force and his body was like a shuttle through the sky. In the blink of an eye, he flew five or six feet away, and went straight to Master Yan Hui.

His right hand formed a fist, and a punch containing real strength hit him in the air.

Hula!

A strong pressure of fist wind came first, and Master Yan Hui's white beard and white eyebrows floated up, and his face couldn't help but shake, as if he was numb.

"Amitabha, good boxing skills!"

Master Yan Hui said the Buddha's name and his expression moved.

Before Yan Hui became a monk, the layman named Gao Feihu. In the past, he and his sworn brother Hang Tianbao crossed the West River, and rarely fought against each other. He made the famous name of "Xichuan Tiger and Leopard" in the green forest.

Later, because he was tired of fighting in the world, he was enlightened by the presidency of Xiangguo Temple. Once he woke up and realized the name of "Wufa".

However, his fate was so good that he later violated the precept of lust and repented on the Siguo Cliff for several years. Although he learned the unique skills of Kongming Palm from the Great Sun Tathagata mantra, in order to make himself remember his mistakes, he also changed the name of the Dharma name to "Yanhui".

Therefore, Yiyanhui does not lack experience in the world.

But even though he had decades of experience, such a fierce and domineering boxing technique was the first to see in his life. The shattering aura brought by the opponent's fist was simply sweeping across Wuji. Even if there was a wall in front of him, he could punch a hole with one punch.

Yan Hui rolled up, his two wide sleeves raised lightly like wings, and the breeze came slowly, and his figure was already flying backward like catkins.

Although Yan Hui was regarded as the best martial arts in the world by the people in the martial arts world, he has devoted himself to Buddhism over the years and has long lost the desire to win in his prime, and he has no concern for his false reputation.

Therefore, facing Song Mingjing's powerful attack, he chose not to resist, but to avoid his sharp edge.

As his body flew in the air, Yan Hui's palms were suddenly closed and he was separated. He pushed his left palm, and a stream of virtual and real palm force broke through the air and shot out, boiling air, as if it was slow and solid, and it hit Song Mingjing's chest.

With his right palm, he held his head, like the Mingwang's tower in the Buddhist hall, suddenly facing Song Mingjing's fist.

However, this palm is still not a force that is as soft as a stream, and even the softest force covers the masturbation, intending to direct Song Mingjing's fist power to the void and resolve it invisibly.

"good!"

Song Mingjing's eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "Master's Kongming Palm did not disappoint me!"

The so-called "emptiness and brightness" is the Zen state in Buddhism. It is also a very profound fighting wisdom in martial arts. It emphasizes the perfect nature of the mind and nature, clear and clear as if it is as empty as the emptiness. In this way, it can naturally illuminate the dust, and even in the battle between life and death, it can keep the mind from having any negative emotions.

This state is not reached by Song Mingjing now.

Of course, Master Yan Hui named his palm technique "Kongming Palm", which does not mean that his cultivation level has reached the "Kongming" level.

While speaking, Song Mingjing did not dodge or avoid it. He raised his left hand to make a knife and waved his hand to chop. Master Yan Hui's palm that hit his chest was like a crack of silk. He snorted and cut it twice by a knife, and the energy was scattered everywhere.

At the same time, the fist power guided by Master Yanhui also reached mid-air. The air trembled violently, causing ripples visible to the naked eye. The air flow in the circle seemed to turn into a splash of water, and suddenly rose in all directions.

As the smoke and dust flew, a loud bang and explosion sounded just now.

This is the roar of the true force and the air flow suddenly collided, like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

"Ah!" Some monks in Xiangguo Temple, who were slightly closer and weak in skills, felt their heads confused, buzzing, their eyes were rising, and their bodies were shaking.

"What a great internal skill." Zhan Zhao was shocked, and a cold sweat was squeezed in his palm. His eyes were watching the scene without any slightest momentum, worried about his master.

"Drink!" Zen Master Wudao shouted loudly, making a clear loud sound, just like a morning bell and evening drum, which cheered many dizzy monks, but heard him say loudly: "After the orders, all the disciples quickly withdrew from the martial arts venue thirty feet away."

At this time, Master Yan Hui in the air leaned back and his palm trembled slightly. Even though he used Kongming palm to introduce most of Song Mingjing's fist power into the void, the remaining half of the force still made him shake the energy in his body mess up and fell directly from the air.

However, Master Yan Hui finally had a strong internal strength. As soon as his toe fell to the ground, he immediately intimidated the scattered breath. His sleeves were flying, and his palms were like butterflies, dancing left and right, and dozens or hundreds of palm shadows were transformed, covering Song Mingjing's body.

As soon as Song Mingjing entered with one palm, it was like a sharp blade entering the center. The sharp energy burst out and strangled the "butterflies" into pieces.

Puff puff puff!

The fists and palms constantly collided and collided in the blink of an eye, and the energy was released and rumbling, which made the surrounding air flow unable to gather and disperse.

"Huh!"

Master Yan Hui was surprised and felt that the power under Song Mingjing's palm was reduced, which was far inferior to the previous attack. He thought for a moment and then realized it.

Song Mingjing smiled slightly. He had already tested Yan Hui's skills with a blow to Yan Hui's Qi, which was indeed half better than Jie Xian, but he was still much weaker than him who had entered the extraordinary realm.

If Song Mingjing had full combat power, Yan Hui might not be his ten-move enemy.

However, Song Mingjing did not come to fight for victory, but to use war to cultivate war and refine martial arts. He immediately suppressed his own skills and only used similar skills to meet the enemy.

Now the experience of the old Taoist Yan Hui immediately played a role. Not only did he not fall at a disadvantage, he vaguely gained an advantage in his moves.

Song Ming's mirror fist, palm, claw, finger change, and a variety of exquisite martial arts were displayed in his hands one after another. Sometimes it was a powerful boxing technique, sometimes it was a palm power that could open the monument and crack the stone, and sometimes it turned into a claw technique and finger technique that could break gold and cut jade. However, no matter how his moves changed, Yan Hui fought with a pair of flesh palms, making Kongming's palms so that they could transform them into the transformation of virtual and real, and all his martial arts were resolved.

"Okay! OK!" Zhan Zhao only thought Yan Hui had the upper hand, and his worries were gone, and he was full of joy and applauded.
Chapter completed!